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fluff, romantic or platonic, angst, suggestive but no smut!

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Uno Night

Primo x teen, sleepy reader (Platonic)

Primo finds you asleep, listening to his album.

/ / /

yeah. no explanation. it's 2 am and zoo has sleepy bitch disease (again)

. . .

"Where's the kid?"

A silence fell over the room. Copia looked to his brothers. "Haven't you seen y/n? Surely they're running around here somewhere."

"You know teenagers," spoke Secondo. "You know, when I was their age-"

"We know, fratello. Let's hope they're not following in your footsteps," Terzo interrupts. "They don't cause trouble, generally. Unless they're with the ghouls; then we should have need for concern."

"Oh, lord below, I'm sure they are fine. They're nearly an adult you know. But if you are that concerned, Copia, I will go look for them. The three of you can continue without me."

"Thank you, fratello. I do appreciate it. It is not like them to miss Uno night."

Primo rolled his eyes before walking out the door.

His footsteps echoed loudly throughout the empty hall. There was not a soul in sight; no ghouls, siblings, or even Sister Imperator. He wondered what everyone could be up to; it was most likely that everyone had their own things going on. He imagined siblings in their own private quarters, partaking in their own individual activities. A bit of light reading, perhaps; or watching TV, drawing, writing, working, sleeping.

He wondered what you could be up to. It was possible you were with the ghouls; or maybe you were in your own bedroom, having forgotten about tonight's game. Maybe you were in the kitchen, making a late night snack. Maybe you had elected to spend the night with another sibling. No matter what you were doing, he was determined to discover your whereabouts. He just hoped it wasn't mischievous or dangerous.

As he approached your bedroom, he listened for any signs of life. He heard none, even after he knocked on your door. Opening the door, he discovered your still-made bed; he supposed you hadn't been in there yet for the night. He continued to ponder where you could be.

Next he tried the kitchen. Though he discovered a small group of ghouls that were absolutely up to no good, he didn't find you. He rolled his eyes as Aether swallowed a banana whole with the peel, turning to leave.

"Have you checked the commons?" Called Swiss.

"No, I have not. Is that where they are?"

"They were earlier. 'Dunno if they still are though," Aether manages with a mouthful of banana.

"Ah, well- thank you. I will stop by." He starts walking out the door once more. "Please stop eating the bananas whole!" He calls.

As he heads towards the common room, he wonders what you could be doing there. Sometimes the ghoulettes host game nights, which may explain the halls' emptiness.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, he is met with an empty common room. A fire is roaring in the fireplace, the only defense against the bitter chill that plagues the Ministry at this time of year.

He walks to the center of the room, making his way around the giant couch. Once he does, he spots you.

You're fast asleep, tangled up in a thin green blanket within the soft confines of the couch. You're curled up slightly, chest rising and falling with steady rhythms. He spots your phone, clutched tightly in hand, a pair of earbuds connected and in your ears.

With a sigh, he steps closer to your figure. He carefully removes the earbuds and phone from your grasp, turning it on to pause whatever you had drifted off listening to. He smiles, chuckling to himself when he sees.

You had fallen asleep to Opus Eponymous.

His album.

He leans down to your height. Brushing the hair out of your face, he decides to rouse you.

You stir, a deep whine escaping your lips as you crack your eyelids open. "...Primo?"

"Ah, good evening," he greets, "are you ready for bed, dolce?"

"What?" Your voice is rough with sleep, confusion on your face.

He chuckles. "Let's get you to bed." He reaches out to pull the blanket off of you; you whine, burying your face in your arms. "Come on now, don't be difficult. Bedtime, let's go." You don't move, breaths steadying once more. He sighs, using his hands to shake you gently. "Bambino, wake up. Bedtime."

Finally, you awaken. You open your eyes fully, brows knitting together in confusion as you use your arms to lift yourself slightly. You suck in a deep breath, unable to form words quite yet.

"Hello sleeping beauty," he teases, "are you ready for bed?"

You rub your eyes, pushing yourself to sit up on the couch. The remaining part of the blanket falls from your form, ending into a pile around you. You sleepily nod.

He helps you stand, smiling at the way you press yourself against his side for warmth. He picks up the blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, then returns your cell phone.

"My dear, I saw what you were listening to. How on Earth did you fall asleep to my album? It is not, eh... very soothing."

"Missed you," you mumble, still too drowsy to think.

"'Missed me?' I am right here."

"Busy."

"Ah, well. Would you miss me a little less if I took you to bed?"

"Mhm."

"Very well. But first we must meet with my brothers. They are very worried about you."

"Huh? Why?"

"It is Uno night. Have you forgotten?"

"Aw... I wanna play Uno..."

"Nope. Bedtime."

"Please?"

"No."

"Can I at least watch for a bit?"

He sighs. "Fine. You may watch one round, but then it is off to bed."

. . .

The others cheered when you entered the room.

"Child, we thought you no longer loved us," Terzo yells dramatically.

"Where were you?" Questions Secondo.

"You, eh... look drowsy," Copia chimes in.

"Napping in the den," Primo says, taking a seat at the table. "They wanted to say hi before going to bed. Isn't that right, y/n?"

You nod. "I wanna watch for a bit though." You sit on the couch a few feet away from the table.

"Just watching?" Terzo whines. "Come on, the games are always more interesting when you join!"

Primo shoots him a glare. "No. They're going to bed after this round. Now who's shuffling the cards?"

You quickly lose focus once the game starts. They're oddly quiet; there's no yelling, no throwing of cards. Instead they talk quietly, calmly explaining their complete and utter rage when being handed a thrice-stacked draw four card. You're still sleepy, so you decide to lie down on the couch for a moment. Only for a moment; after all, the game would be ending soon, and Primo would be putting you to bed.

You curl up, using one of the couch pillows to rest your head on. You toss the blanket over your legs, watching the brothers play with half-lidded eyes. Over time, those eyes begin to close; before long, you're fast asleep.

. . .

Primo sighs. "I knew I should have taken them to bed."

"What?"

"Look."

The four men pause as your sleeping form is noticed.

"Poor thing," Copia mutters, "they must've had a rough day."

"They fell asleep to my album," gloats Primo. "They said they missed me."

"That is such bullshit. They probably had a playlist going and that's the song they were listening to," Terzo tells him.

"I went into their music library to pause the music. They were listening to my album."

The arguing is interrupted when a yawn is heard from your direction. "Whadya talkin' about?" You ask, words slurring from sleep. Your eyes open, and you sit up slightly.

"Don't worry baby, just go back to sleep," Copia says. "We're sorry to wake you."

"Wasn't sleeping," you rub your eyes, "Jus' bored."

"Alright," Primo stands. "That's enough. I should have tucked you in long ago. Come on, time for bed dolcezza."

You whine. "What about the game? Aren't you gonna finish?"

"We already did, long ago," Secondo chuckles. "You've been asleep this whole time."

"Was not."

"Were too."

"Alright, enough. Come on, kiddo. Bedtime." Primo hovers over you now, and helps you to your feet. You're wobbly, still sleepy, and press against him. He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Ah, don't forget your blanket." He picks it up and hands it to you. "Okay, sleepy-time. Come on."

A chorus of "good night, sleep well!" can be heard from throughout the room. Unable to form a coherent thought, all you can think of to respond with is a soft-spoken "Night night." The room goes silent.

You hear Terzo giggle, followed by a loud smack, then; "ooow! What the Hell was that for?!"

Copia stands to bid you goodnight. "Pleasant dreams," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your head. "I would tell you to sleep well, but it already seems that you will." He winks at you. "Good night."

Primo acts as your support as the two of you walk down the hallway. When you yawn for the millionth time, he asks, "Kiddo, did you take something to make you this tired?"

You nod. "I had hives again, so I took three benedryl."

"Ah, now it makes sense."

. . .

"Comfy?" He asks, smirking at the way you're pressed up against him. You're curled up in his bed, half asleep with your head pressed into the crook of his arm. You've only been here a moment, but the drowsiness has already taken over.

"Mhm," you mumble, nuzzling further into him. A few moments later, you're asleep yet again.

"Sorry for keeping you up, kiddo. I would have put you to bed a lot earlier if I'd known." Your only response is light snoring. "Poor thing." He hadn't even been able to keep you awake long enough to make a trip to your bedroom for pajamas; he was thankful you'd dressed yourself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that day. At least you weren't sleeping in jeans.

It hadn't taken him long to coax you onto the bed. You'd laid down first without him, waiting as he got dressed. When he'd returned a moment later, you were already on the verge of sleep, clutching his pillow and laying atop the covers.

Now he's got you cozied up to him, watching as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Night night, little one."

Writing Masterlist!

OC fanfic:

Late night adventures with your friend (In progress)

Summary:

In the summer of 1999, Avery and Evan sneak out in the middle of the night to break in to the neighbourhood pool. Avery's excited, and Evan is... kind of not. Spending all that time with Avery? Alone? Ugh...

TW: Sort of suggestive, mostly fluff, experimentation in sexuality.

Late night adventures with your friend (Part one)

... To be continued

The warmth of his flesh: (Completed one-shot)

Summary:

Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?

Oh...oh.How very lovely.

TW:

Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)

NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)

I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))

The warmth of his flesh (A one-shot)

Drabbles:

(1) Avery begrudgingly cuddles Evan in Florida heat

(Credits to @bernardsbendystraws for the super cute dividers!)

🌹 for valentine's day

JJK SFW

- #1 : you are sick and your loving boyfriend/husband worried about you.

- #2 : you have insecurities and your loving boyfriend comforts you.

- #3 : valentines day with your boyfriend/husband. 🌹

- #4 : the difference in size between your hand and your bf/husband's hand.

Nanami Kento

#1 - #2 - #3 🌹 - #4 - #5 - #6

Nanami Kento (+18 vers.)

#1 - #2 - #3 - #4 -

Izuku Midoriya

#1 - #2

Ryomen Sukuna

#1 - #2

Gojo Satoru (+18 vers.)

#1 - #2

- need help!? : you help your overworked colleague to solve his little -big- problem.

- be rude : you want your husband to be rougher with you.

- divorced but… : your ex-husband fuck you months after your divorce.

- nerd gojo series 🤓

- tumblr girl : your bf fuck you on the couch.

© 2025 itelya. All work belongs to @itelya. Do NOT repost, modify, translate or plagiarize in any way on ANY platforms.

Husband! Nanami reassures you when you're self-conscious about your insecurities.

Husband! Nanami makes you your favorite drink, blanket, and favorite TV show when you have a painful period.

Husband! Nanami prepares you a hot, bubble bath when he sees you're tired.

Husband! Nanami washes your hair when you are lazy and gives you a head massage. He knows how to use his fingers so well..

Husband! Nanami massages your shoulders and feet when you've had a long day at work.

Husband! Nanami is cuddly when he's had a bad day. He can't help it, you're his "charger".

Husband! Nanami is a mess when you smile at him. He's so weak for you.

Husband! Nanami tells you everyday that he loves you. He means it. You're the only person he needs.

A/N: I haven't posted in a while so I'm posting this and yeah he know use his fingers🤧 ⟢﹒ masterlist

kinktober 2021 is coming to the smut district !

i know it's only june, but i thought about bringing the kinktober festival to the smut town this year and decided it's best to start early, so i have everything ready when it starts ^^

i've collected some ideas on what i would like to share with you, the only problem is, that i have gathered a little over 31 prompts and i have absolutely no idea who i want to invite.

so, i'm calling for your help now to decide the setlist and the leading idol of the day (for a list of groups i have in my contact list, please check my introduction).

to request one of the following scenarios, send an ask to the post office with the number of the day, the prompt and the idol you would like to send an invitation to. (unless u ask otherwise i will put the idol in a dom role)

e.g. kinktober request: 15th, aftercare, han seungwoo (victon)

it would be much appreciated if you include a nice message, to show you actually care about what i present you and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist (for one or for multiple / all days).

RULES:

please only send one prompt per letter

there can be multiple things in one prompt (eg. gun/knife play) if you request both, i will decide which one to send to the team depending on the idol you invite

i do NOT invite underaged idols, so don't even ask for them (i also have some legal idols i don't want to invite for a smut festival because of personal reasons, i will tell you if you asked for one of those and we will find a solution together)

each prompt will only be accepted once, just like each idol and each day. in case of accidental doubles, i will let you know which of the three categories was already taken and we will find an alternative together

you don't have to be a resident of the m00ncave to send a request and it's perfectly fine if you send it anonymously but it would be greatly appreciated if you at least had a look at other items in the shop (and maybe you will find a place to stay as well hehe)

PROMPTS:

aftercare

begging

blinfolds

blowjob/handjob

breeding

car sex

choking/spanking

cockwarming*

comfort sex

creampie

crying

cunnilingus

daddy kink

degradation/praising

dirty talk

drooling

drunk sex

dry humping

edging/begging

face-fucking

fingering

first time

fuckbuddies/FWB

getting caught

guided/mutual masturbation

gun/knife play

hair pulling

handcuffs

hotel/motel

making out

marking/biting

mirror sex

multiple orgasms

ONS

orgasm denial

overstimulation

pet names

phone sex

public teasing

pulling out

punishment/reward

rough sex

shower/bath sex

somnophilia

spit kink

squirting

striptease

thigh riding

threesome*

vanilla

voyeurism*

wall sex

wet dream

NOTES:

the * indicates i have already written invitations for these, the first person requesting a date decides the number on the setlist (and i will reveal who the letter is addressed to once it gets requested)

i might update this list from time to time because i find out i'm uncomfortable with one of the mentioned things (if that includes a request, i will make sure to find alternatives with you)

keep an eye on my kinktober masterlist to make sure you don't request anything that has previously been sent in

the team surely won't be able to produce a full 3k words oneshot for each day, so depending on the person and prompt we might choose to write a drabble (though these tend to get longer here too) or something similar instead

keep in mind that i also have a private life, so if i don't instantly reply to your messages please don't be mad at me; i will note down all requests in the order i get them, so the sooner you hit send the better :)

i think yan!saiki would go through the 5 stages of grief before realizing he loves you. he thinks he's going to get an aneurysm. he doesn't love anyone- not even teruhashi!

but he finds himself stalking you to school to make sure you're safe, making sure things go exactly your way. thankfully you haven't noticed how there's no cars when you're crossing the street, or when there's a sale for your favorite snack.

and yet his favorite thing? listening to your thoughts. whether they're loud or quiet, he finds it relaxing. it's his ultimate weapon to get through the day, he finds what you think more interesting than whatever subject the teacher is talking about.

but it would be an issue to have saiki as a yandere, wouldn't it? he is the most powerful person in existence.

Upcoming Works ᰔ

Yan! L

Yan! Butcher

Yan! Megumi and Yuji pt 2

Yan! Gamer pt 2

DUTY CALLS

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

a/n: i wrote this super quickly bc honestly i’ll never get enough of this idea however many times it’s done😭

-> drabble <-

"God, you feel so fucking good." Aaron groaned, his voice both hoarse and breathy as he thrust his hips in quick succession against your own, trailing the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple, the warmth of his body looming over yours as he toyed with the stiff peak.

“Aaron..” His name fell from your lips amidst a soft moan, feeling heat burn through your skin with each stroke of his hips against you.

"I know." He breathed, "Taking my cock so well, honey."

He thrust his hips quicker, splaying his large hands across your chest, squeezing possessively at your breasts as he ran his opposing hand from its grip of your hips to your bare ass.

"That's my good girl." He practically grunted, warm skin smacking together. Purposeful in his teasing, Aaron rolled the hardened peak of your nipple between his fingers, pulling a shaky moan from your mouth.

"Fuck, yes.." You whined back arching in a plea for more - his touch somehow both firm and tender against the sensitivity.

"Such pretty tits, darling." He praised, hungry gaze running deep as it wandered back between your thighs. His cock twitched between the pulses of your walls as he absorbed the sight of him disappearing inside your cunt, your arousal soaking his shaft.

As your teeth punctured into your lower lip, a blaring ringtone escaped Aaron’s phone as it lay atop the beside table.

"Shit." He hissed, eyes flitting to the number that presented itself on his screen.

"Aaron.." You begged, "Please don't- fuck- don't stop.."

Your words sent heat pumping through him as he kept up the pace of him without fail, teeth gritting in response to your plea, his jaw tight with conflict. After the passing of a few short moments, he seized the phone in his hand, shooting you a stern look as he swiped his thumb over the screen.

“Hotchner.” He spoke, clearing his throat as he brought his rhythm to be much slower, assuring the sound of your skin colliding wasn’t audible over the line.

Your eyes widened in an instant, the thrill of it only heightening your arousal. You breathed softly, trying your absolute best to remain quiet as you heard a male voice mumbling on the other end of the exchange.

With his remaining hand, Aaron slid the pad of his thumb upward from your breasts, sliding it messily over your lips as he silently mouthed, ‘Open.’

Suppressing your desperation to make a noise, you parted your lips and allowed him to slide the pad of his thumb against your tongue.

"Have you sent the files over?" He inquired, keeping his voice impressively steady as he moved slowly against you.

Satisfied whimpers fought to escape your throat as you pushed them down, feeling Aaron’s thumb pressing against your tongue. Without the need to be told, you wrapped your lips around the thick digit, muffling yourself around his thumb as you watched him clutch the device against his ear.

His eyelids shut for a brief moment before he forced them open again, clearly struggling to hold back as he felt you squeezing him. The sight of you certainly didn’t help either, cunt full of his tauntingly slow thrusts as you sucked sweetly at his thumb, only nearing his release, “Alright. Be there soon.”

The very moment the phone beeped and the call cut, Aaron let out a frustrated groan. He wasted no time in picking up the pace of his hips once more, dragging his now damp thumb down your chin, “You did so good for me, honey. Now show me how loud you can be.”

sukuna who holds one of satorus hands late at night on their balcony, tracing the youngers arm with his free hand.

"why is it that you have so many scars?"

"there's a lot more."

sukuna scoffed.

"are you seeing things? for a sorcerer born with the six eyes you sure are-"

"theyre not on me, sukuna."

oh.

why did it feel like his heart was cracking?

maybe he should give satoru a hug.

ps: they ended up cuddling🩵❤️

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created by sunnywrotethis☆

2025

do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay

masterlist

Merman!Gojo x Geto drabble (no curses au?)

(they can choke me❤️❤️ respectfully)

Merman!Gojo, who finds Geto washed up on his shoreline, his territory.

Merman!Gojo, who wipes the hair away from the front of Geto's head and blushes when the mesmerizing face of the man beneath him is revealed.

Merman!Gojo, who is captured by the beauty of the human he found, he tried his best to memorize the pretty boy's face.

Merman!Gojo, who decides that the male is too damn gorgeous to kill, he would also decide to forgive the man for trespassing.

Merman!Gojo, who tries to wake the human up, pressing to his chest and transmitting his own oxygen into Geto's mouth how Mama taught him to. He always respected how she tried to to save any creatures that were swept by the current unwillingly.

-

Geto, who gasps heavily for air when he is awoken. He didn't expect piercing blue eyes to be staring him down.

Geto, who looks down and freaks out when he sees a tail instead of another pair of human legs.

"Who- what the fuck are you?!"

Geto, who later learns he's stranded. The creature had been with him the whole time as he panicked, and when he slowly calmed down.

Geto, who built a home for himself after a few months of being on the island. He hunted for himself and luckily there were lots of resources.

-

Merman!Gojo, who merely undestood anything Geto said to him. But after a few weeks, Geto decided to teach him English.

Merman!Gojo, who would receive gifts from Geto and would be taught the name of said items. One day, he brought something named a strawberry. Merman!Gojo smiled, and to the stranded man's surprise, he licked the strawberry off of his hand rather than taking it with his own.

Geto couldn't sleep that night.

-

Merman!Gojo, who asked Geto what 'love' meant when the younger had referred his to the beach.

"Well... It's something you adore a lot. Something you would trade the world for."

"Oh! I love you, Suguru!"

"I love you too, Satoru."

Because they would trade the world for each other. And Gojo adored Suguru the moment his eyes caught the sight of the human's face.

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created by sunnywrotethis☆

2025

do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay

i feel like the most unrealistic thing about diary of a wimpy kid is how nobody had a fat crush on rodrick.

Giorno with an s/o that’s a florist?? uwu

𝓖𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓸 𝔁 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽!𝓢/𝓞

The clock chimed signaling that it was now 7am. (💙) unlocked the front door to her shop and continued preparing the rest of the store for business. You recently moved to Italy on a whim and bought a small store that had an apartment overhead. Not only was your flower business successful with the locals, but you also recently met a guy and you two started dating. Although he didn't tell you much about himself or his past, he always enjoyed hearing about yours whenever you two went and got a coffee together. Aside from being your boyfriend, he was your best customer as well.

Watering the flowers, the doorbell rang as someone walked in. "Good morning (💙)." You turned around and smiled at him. "Good morning Gio. What can I do for you?" "Just a few (f/f)." He watched you gently remove a couple of flowers and placed them in your wicker basket that was hanging loosely around your elbow. He followed you over to your arranging table which you laid out an (f/c) wax paper and placed the flowers in neat order. Wrapping up the bouquet, you tied it all together with a small ribbon. "Here you are!" You handed him the arrangement and he gave you the money. "Thank you, my love." He pulled your head close to him and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "I'll see you later today for our date. Right?" He asked as he walked out the door. You hummed in agreement. "By the way, there's someone still waiting." With that, he left. Seeing the other customer which was an older lady, you began apologizing to her profusely and you got to work on her order.

Whelve (Erwin x Reader)

(v.) To bury something deep, to hide. 

Fic Type: Drabble

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Erwin x Reader

Prompt: “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should i-” “If you finish that sentence I’ll punch you in the throat”

Word Count: 306

Military guards were stationed outside of your horse-drawn carrier. They were sent by the king himself in order to ensure your safe arrival. It’s been awhile since you’ve interfered with the branches, but you were desperately needed. All the information you needed was revealed to you in a letter from an old friend. The door was opened for you, and your assistant rushed to your side. “Miss (Y/N), I have made preparations for you in case you need them.” She said handing you a file that was thick with notes. “Ah, thank you.” You said. “But I won’t need them.” You tossed the file to a soldier next to you which he caught with frantic hands. “M-Miss?” She said nervously, unsure of what you were about to do. 

You slammed the front door to the town hall open, making your presence known. “Well if it isn’t the Scouts in another turmoil.” Heads turned at your voice. “Miss (L/N). So gracious of you to join us.” Commander Pixis spoke. You took the empty seat next to Erwin. “Say Miss. (Y/N), Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I-” He began. “If you finish that sentence I’ll punch you in the throat” You cut him off rolling your eyes. A slight smirk from Erwin himself didn’t go unnoticed by you as the meeting continued. 

After the case was turned to your favor, the Scouts were granted liberty over Eren once more. “(L/N)” You slowed down your pace a bit as Erwin jogged next to you, your assistant staggering with paperwork by your side. “However shall I repay you?” You grabbed a document from (A/N)’s pile and handed it to Erwin. “Make it known that I now go by Mrs. Smith now.” You said cunningly. He stopped in his tracks in surprise, unknowing what to say. 

Zemblanity (Eren x Reader)

(n.) The inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know.

Fic Type: Drabble

Fandom: Attack on Titan 

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Prompt: “Let’s be honest. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing…”

Word Count: 291

Your daily exchange with Armin was cut short when Levi asked for your presence. Armin and you exchanged a glance of confusion before you got up from the table and followed your leader to what you assumed was Erwin’s office. “(Y/N)... We need you to go find Eren. We can’t find him anywhere and the idiot knows he’s not supposed to roam.” Levi said coldly to you. “Yes heichou.” You saluted to Levi before leaving him and Erwin to discuss something privately. 

It’s been half an hour since Levi had sent you to fetch Eren and you were starting to become doubtful if you could actually find him. Instead, you began trying to convince yourself that maybe a punishment wasn’t so bad. Unless Levi decided to cut your head off for this. It’s unlikely but it’s not out of the question. You sighed and entered the pantry. “(Y/N!)” You jumped at the sudden voice. “Eren?” You responded, turning on the light bulb. “Can you lend me a hand? I’ve been stuck in here all day.” You looked around until you found the brunet contorted in the shelves. “Uh...” “Let’s be honest. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.” He said to your curiosity. “Well yes, but why?” You said gesturing at his situation. “It was a dare.” He admitted in defeat. You started giggling at his misfortune before trying to help him untangle himself from the mess of shelves. “Thanks. And I’d appreciate if no one heard about this.” He said glaring at you. “Oh don’t worry.” You replied smiling deviously. He narrowed his eyes at you before you both made your way back to the main room. “HEY GUYS!” You started, running towards the group. “WAIT NO (Y/N)!”

reposting from old blog: Evil Xavier AU

i have the best/worst fanfic ideas I just read a summary about the x men, and Xavier sounds like a dick lol. That would be fun to play with. Have a moment, where Wolverine gets shot in the head.

Piercing white noise. Old fear of forgetting oh god oh god fuck no- Logan Wakes up to Xavier over him, talking to him. But he…remembers something. Fragments, memories, feelings. Xavier is manipulative. He is cruel. He is calculating. Someone's changed his memories. Someone's been in his head. So, in a moment of panicked fear, Wolverine slashes at Xavier.

Xavier falls to the ground, shaken, holding his hand to his chest, pulling away to see the blood gushing out. He screams for help and everyone starts attacking him.

But Wolverine doesn't care. So he attacks Xavier again, quickly and

Logan

snaps

his

neck.

He dies so many times that night.

content:: size kink. praise.

diluc has a massive dick. wbk.

he’s so tall, strong, muscular— who’s to say his dick isn’t the same?

so when you’re on his lap, your hands on his shoulders as his tip prods at your entrance and you let out a whimper and look at him with those eyes, he can’t help but coo.

“it’s okay, pretty girl, take your time.”

“lemme help you; need you to relax f’me, baby,”

“i’ll make it fit. i always do, hm? let me take care of you.”

and when he massages your hips with his thumbs and sinks you down inch by inch — and he lets out a guttural groan as he bottoms out.

“yeah, see? told you you could do it. such a good girl.”

“so tight, fuck— i got you, baby, shh,”

he spits down on ur clit and rubs small circles on it, helping u loosen up and he kisses along your collarbone.

he’s gonna reward you for being so good, for taking him so well— and that’s a promise. ♡

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content:: degradation.

sukuna degrades. that’s a given, but he’s so dirty when it comes to you.

he will be pounding into you from the back, or in missionary with your hands tied above your head; doesn’t matter the position, his mouth doesn’t. change.

“that’s right, bitch, take that fucking dick,”

“slutty pussy only for me, huh? who’s this belong to?”

“dirty whore getting off from my mouth? tch, slut,”

but you know not to take it to heart. besides, it does get you going—

and he’ll make sure to show you he doesn’t mean it, when he wraps his arms or all four around your trembling frame, holding you ever so gently. oh, but don’t point it out— he’ll get bashful and let you go. ♡

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389 words, angst, pre established relationship, reader is accomplished, based on the world @disneyprincemuke created.

My first real try at RPF, for the Logan Sargeant fans, I’m sorry in advance. >> Additionally, if you want me to continue, I have two endings in mind. Let me know!

part 2 here!

You win. The announcers’ voices boom over the track. Your name has never felt more foreign to Logan. Perhaps, it’s not the only unfamiliar thing, and that’s the cruelest thing to him.

You up there, on the top step, starry eyes sparkling with the flash of cameras

And where was he?

Far, far away from where you’re standing now.

Perhaps he knew for the longest time that you’d just continue to rise, fallen stars always make their way back to the sky, and he couldn’t fault you for it.

You and him through it all, you promised with a toothy grin, pinkies interlocked.

The reporters are cruel, even when he can tell they mean well. Congratulating you and your feat, female world champion and broken records.

You’re happy and that made him happy. What changed, he couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with.

He insists that he’s fine as you reach your respective motorhomes to pack up for the end of the year. (He’s not.)

And as you walk away, extra excitement in your step, and Seb ruffles your hair, he locks himself in his driver’s room.

You’re amazing. And he can’t fault you for shining.

But if you can win, succeed, then why couldn’t he?

Tears prick his waterline as it sinks in. The replays of your win sting. And it’s never been this way, but why does it hurt him now?

He snaps at you for the first time in your whole friendship, relationship now, this morning.

He’s apologetic immediately but your face loses the smile that’s been honed there for a while now.

He snapped about you and your shiny, amazing, champion friends. And you took it to heart, yelling back that at least they were something.

A pin drops as you realize that you fucked up. You’re sorry, you really are. Hotheadedness and youth go hand in hand, and you never meant to hurt him.

He shakes his head stepping backward as he puts on his coat, running out of the shared apartment, running away even when he feels that you were right.

He’s just a sentence in the paragraph of your life.

You’re reassured him time and time again that he’s important to you, and that his performance would never change what you feel about him, what what if it did, he thinks.

Hear me out, one of Jaime Reyes's love languages is physical touch

There's the soft texture of the cozy blanket, rewashed, colors slightly running, but it still feels like home as he drapes it over your sleeping form. He thinks that somehow, the texture of your skin is the most calming thing ever since you've gotten to that stage of the relationship where he's so cuddly, it hurts. After he gets the scarab, all he remembers is your ginger touch on his back, gently in awe of the soft blue glow on his back. Reassuring him at the end of days, after patrol. Soft touches on his face, arms, everywhere, to check that he's okay makes all of this worth it for him. >>Another one from my daydreams! To one of my favorite Jaime authors, all the best, >> 🐈

OH MY GOD!>!!?! THIS IS SO CUTE STOPPP

Jaime and you under the covers in the morning as the sun peeks past its blinds?? And you snuggle closer into his chest because it's too bright??? as he presses you into his chest to shield you from the light?? n sleepy morning kisses as he wakes up!??!? exploding right now thank you anon

When he wakes up in the morning from nightmares or dreams that frighten him, he sees you. Either awake, candlelight illuminating your familiar features as you read, or snuggled beside him. Damian readjusts his hold on you gingerly, a small smile growing as you cuddle into him unknowingly. There are times that he worries that he may break you. A clawed grasp on his past may extend to you, and he fears that one day, all the patience you’ve shown him will dwindle. He’s like a cat in that way. Even when cornered, he’s instance to attack, claws sharpened, lips curled into a sneer, to hide what he thinks is scarred, ugly, and undeserving. But somehow, you make him retract those fears, heart softening, touch, soft. You make him want to bend to your every whim, you make him soft. You see every part of him he thinks is flawed. You always manage to make him feel that he is indeed worth it. >> One more from the daydreams! My main's too empty, do as you will with this blurb, *tips hat* >> 🐈

anon .anon baby. please. what is ur @ idc if u send it to me on anon please can we be moots please please please please please please

Damian waking up from a nightmare as you unknowingly squeeze him and ground him from his fears? That he's reminded that he's in the same room as you and is safe? I would explode personally

>> You trace the familiar shoulder of the robin you’ve known for years, offering him a smile. >> I've always been a Grayson girl, but THIS has got me in my feels. Mm, he sees your vulnerable moments as only you get to see his. Such, was a pact you both made after a hard night of patrol.

There’s something about how you ground him in fights. Soft tap on his shoulder as you take out a sharpshooter about to take aim. You may be wearing gloves, but it’s still your signature warmth. You know each other so well. So much so, that he knows all your tells and you know his. He knows of the rare times when you need to fall to your knees and cry. You know when leadership takes its toll on him, weariness hidden behind a facade of confidence and smiles. >> adding to my past ask >> 🐈

STOTP!?!?!? THIS IS SO CUTE

Dick catching you before you fall, cold hands grounding you as you stare up at him on the verge of a breakdown and he lets you cry into his chest??? just like how he cries into yours?? exploding and dying

RIGHT?? IDIOTS IN LOVE. I rest my case.

Cressie! 1/? >>Saw your you are in love with Dick Grayson, I have an offer! It’s an idiots to lovers. He doesn’t know that you’re the person he does patrol with, the girl he’s grew from sidekicks to solo heroes with. So when he finally decides to confess, he’s torn between you and you.>> It’s one of those strenuous patrol nights with Dick. You can tell he’s worried about something as you handcuff another pickpocket to a lamppost, eyebrows furrowing as he fiddles with his escrima sticks.

pasting the other asks here!!

You give him a silent look, your own eyebrows raising as you stand and face him. Oh. You know that look. “Talk to me.” You plead quietly. This may be the one thing that breaks you, but the one thing you know you have to do. “You know I couldn’t tell you. It’d make things awkward, star.” It’s always been this way, cat and mouse, kitten and robin, whatever you want to label it. It’s been a game of chicken, awkwardly, tooth-rotting sweet actions and words. Until one of you decide to back away. (2/? Childish squabbles have always ended with picnicking over the top of Wayne Manor, a game of how to admire the view. The familiar nickname flows from his lips, coined after your first meeting, a shooting star lighting the rooftop when you first met. It’s softer this time though. Almost gingerly said, as if he himself is unsure of his next steps. Unusual with the charming and coy boy wonder you’ve grown up with. >>3/3>> Projecting my own persona on this. Send help, Cress. >> 🐈

STOPP!?!?!?? THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Him being torn bc he's in love with you and you not sure what's wrong with him but trying to help :((((

and nw for the spam!! Mobile's word limit rlly is annoying :/

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Send requests to have any of these characters in headcannons, drabbles, oneshots, etcs.

can you do a jinx nsfw headcannon?

you’re giving me a lot of freedom here, so i’ll use the nsfw head cannon alphabet 🤎

(tags/cw/tw: choking, mention of sadism, killing a blood, cum eating, exhibitionism/public sex, love bites, just some kinky shit man!!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

cuddle. bug. needs physical contact with you afterwards, something of hers needs to be touching you. she’s most likely one of those people who’ve never even heard the term ‘aftercare’ but does it unknowingly. expect to be attached to her for at LEAST a half hour after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

anything she can grab, honestly. thick girly? tits, ass, and tummy without a doubt. and if you aren’t, TRUST ME she will find something to grasp onto. in her words, she finds these parts of your body “fun to examine”.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she will swallow everything in sight. god knows why but if it comes from you, from there?? she wants all of it. it also doesn’t matter if she made you cum with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, her thighs, doesn’t matter. every single drop of you needs be licked up. deadass she’ll lick your cum off her face like it’s icing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

she will cum so fast to the smell of you. when you’re away or just not at home, god. she’ll hump your pillow while smelling something you’ve already worn that week. she’ll be so desperate to get off because she misses you… if it belongs to you she’ll try to get off with it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

nope. no actually experience. you’re basically the first and only person she’s taken a chance on romantically, everything she knows has come from experiences with you. but the way she goes into every experience with you??? enthusiastic, devouring you like she knows every part of your body and exactly what she wants to do with it???? you’d think she’s done it a million times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

depends on her mood (i’m feeding the switch!jinx believers). if she’s in a submissive mood, she’ll wanna be in any type of position where she can look up at you. she wants you to see the vulnerability and submission in your eyes. if she’s feeling more dominant you’re not gonna cum unless it’s in missionary. she wants to see exactly the effect she has on you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

okay guys our girl can be a little silly, we know this. giggles, jokes, and silly names almost the whole time (except for when she’s too fucked out to speak).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

jinx most likely does not give enough of a fuck to shave down there, i mean, who was ever gonna see it? until you came along. now she’ll try to shave at least once a month because she wants it to look pretty for you (me personally i’d tell her to keep it but THAT’S JUST ME!!)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she shows her affection in different and sometimes inexplicable ways. i think during sex, especially the climactic parts, she’ll grasp onto you because she just needs to feel you close. she’ll spit out praises at random intervals just telling you how much she loves you, needs you, how beautiful you look.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i said it earlier and i’ll say it again, jinx is a GRINDERRRR OO OO OO OO OO OOOOO. ocassionally she’ll finger herself to the thought of you, but for the most part she’s gonna grind her clit on anything that’ll give her enough friction.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she has a kink she likes but refuses to really act out with you. she’ll secretly be a little bit of a sadist… BUT she can not bring herself to purposely hurt you for her pleasure. she may choke you or give you a light slap here or there.. but she will not go as far as she really wants to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

truthfully i don’t think she has a “favorite place” per say. if she really wants it she’ll take you anywhere. N E WHERE. but if i’ll say anything i’ll say she gets a little rush from doing it somewhere where someone could just walk by, like a dark alley or a little closet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

needless to say seeing you naked turns her on, that goes for most people; she has such a fixation on you so anything that allows her to see the figure of your body really. also also also when you match her energy!! wouldn’t say it turns her on but it makes her wanna pounce on you……. which usually leads to sex.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

she refuses to do anything that involves other people. threesomes are OFFFF the table!! because what in your rabbid ass mind would ever makes you think that she wants to share YOU with ANYONE else??

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she love love loves giving oral. don’t get me wrong she will never turn down getting head from you, but it’s something for her about being able to make you feel good and be able to taste you ugh!!!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this girl is off shimmer half the time, and she fucks like it. she’s so eager to get to you that she’ll end up going turbo speed as soon as she starts. if you’re leading you could probably make things go slow but she will try to rush you…

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

like i said if she wants you she’s gonna have you. more often than not sex is initiated at random times whenever she decides that she wants it. this most definitely leads to a lot of quickies when you’re out, middle of the night, and oddly enough after she just put her gun to good use.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as far as kinks are concerned she’s down to experience with almost anything! almost. as far as risks are concerned.. i’ve said it a million times and i’ll say it a million more.. she will take you ANYWHERE. doesn’t matter if “there’s too many people around!” or “someone could hear us!”, better hold the moans then.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as much as she wants when she’s in control, all day all night and the next day. when you’re in control she can still go for quite a while but she might tap out a few times LMAO.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

guys. listen. that finger she made herself after caitlyn shot her finger off? she has a vibrating setting on it I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!!!!! that’s like the one toy she really has and uses aside from the dildo she stole from the brothel (unused of course don’t worry).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she wants to tease you… she truly does… and sometimes she can! but uh.. half the time she’s too eager herself to to actually tease you. she’ll wanna tease you, but when she sees just how bad you want her? all that goes out the window.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

moaner and a whiner. whenever she randomly pulls you somewhere for a quicky while you’re out she usually has to be the one pleasing you because that girl can not hold a moan to save her life. she will get loud, circumstances be damned. you usually have to cover her mouth because if it was up to her own ability everyone would know every second you two were fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once fucked you and got blood everywhere, why? because she had just “dealt with” a group of guys at the last drop who had the audacity to fuck with you. poor bastards didn’t know who you belonged to or what their ignorance would cost. but after she was done she dragged you to the middle of the alley she did it in and took you right there. by the time you were done you were both covered in blood and fucked out. how sweet!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

pretty perky tits, and surprisingly smooth skin?? how does she do that?? the tattoos we see in the show are the only ones she has, and there’s also probably an army of hickeys she quite literally demanded you to give her. she wants to be reminded someone loves and takes ownership of her when she sees herself.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

okay so this one is a little….. idk confusing? because she’ll fuck you whenever she feels like it, i swear she has like a switch that turns on randomly that makes her horny for you. and truth be told we will never know who’s controlling it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like you always end up falling asleep before her. because after all is said and done she kinda just likes to stare at you. she’ll stay up for hours after just looking at you, examining you more accurately.

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i actually loved this so much omg… i knew i wanted to get back into writing and this just DID IT for me. keep the requests coming i love them!! i hope i did this request the way you wanted :)

AFTER A HARD DAY’S WORK — ELLIOTT, STARDEW VALLEY

SUMMARY: After a long day of work, it’s nice to be pampered by your husband.

CONTAINS: sfw, drabble, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship

NOTES: My old account where this was originally posted was marked as NSFW for absolutely no reason at all? so I’m reposting it here for easier access. This is slightly edited from the original. Enjoy!

It's been a long day but you can no longer dwell on it as Elliott is immediately by your side and whisking you away to be pampered.

You agree to his suggestion of a bath. Lowering yourself in the water, you sit between his legs as his hands get to work, messaging you with skill. You ramble on about your day, telling him about the good and the bad and how you're so grateful he's at home, ready to pick up the pieces.

You listen as he tells you about his day in his smooth and sweet voice, low in your ear that sends a chill up your spine. But eventually, a comfortable silence falls between you, only your content sighs and the running of water to be heard. He holds you close and wraps his arms around your chest, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders.

You're draped in a fluffy towel once the water runs cold and Elliott escorts you to the bed. You snuggle up under the covers in your favorite nightwear, waiting for Elliott's return upon him excusing himself after getting dressed.

As he promised, he's quickly by your side again with dinner and a drink. And when you're done, he's relieved to see you happy and relaxed as you finally drift off to sleep with his promise of always tending to you after a hard day's work.

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Bliss and Honey - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ You and Tony share a moment of intimacy in each other's arms. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 462

Tony's hand was enveloped in yours, his warm fingers intertwined tightly.

His other hand, on your waist, outlined the contours of your body. His weight, pressed against you, pinning you down, grounding you to reality as his warm breath caressed the skin of your neck. Naked skin brushed against naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you traced your fingers along the defined angles of his jawline, feeling the rough texture of the salt-and-pepper stubble, a harsh contrast against your soft fingertips. A soft shudder left his lips from the contact. And through all this, you caught a whiff of Tony's cologne - a heady mixture of musk and bergamot - adding to the intoxicating experience.

The distance between you and Tony was dissolved by a kiss, your lips crashed together in a frenzy. The sharp tang of sweat mixed with the faint bite of whiskey martini overwhelmed your senses as his lips pressed against yours with fervent desperation. Your heart raced in a frenzy as you both melted into the intense kiss, lost in each other's touch. After what felt like an eternity, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you breathless and craving more.

“Tony—” Your voice trembled as you muttered his name, each syllable rolling off your tongue like sweet honey. Dripping slowly and smoothly, coating your senses and leaving a lingering warmth in their wake.

“I’m here, honey, I’ll take care of you.” His voice comforted you, like an anchor holding you steady. His hand gently stroked your hair, his words gentle and soothing. 

You felt him thrusting inside you, with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but mostly the latter. Your teeth dug into your lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that escaped. Each slow, deliberate stroke set fire to every nerve ending in your body, making you crave more.

Tony filled you completely, which drove you wild with desire. The sound of your rapid breaths and the soft grunts escaping from Tony's lips filled the air. With each thrust, his skin rubbed against yours, creating a friction that ignited your senses. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed as pushes himself deeper inside you, feeling his self-restraint slip away as you clenched around him.

"Fuck," Tony murmured. “I love you.” The expletive slipped off his tongue, those three words come so naturally, his voice barely above a whisper.

The three simple words hung in the air, before melting like ecstasy in your veins.

You couldn't help but whimper in pleasure as he hit all the right spots. His hands roamed your body, knowing exactly how to make you lose control. And when Tony pulled you closer with each urgent thrust, wrapping his arms around you, you knew there was no going back. 

This was pure bliss, and you never wanted it to end.

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AUTHOR'S ONE-SHOT DRILLS :

• inconsistent writing style (pls I'm a rookie author who's just tryna stabilise themselves with how I'm gonna be writing this SOBS)

• requests are CLOSED for the time being , idk how this is gonna take off or how soon but I won't be accepting requests till a point , HOWEVER I'm open to the idea so just hang in a bit longer ;)

• IDK IF THIS IS WORTH MENTIONING OR NOT But the characters are NOT OWNED by me UNLESS STATED

• inconsistent updates cause well we've all got our lives to live and mine doesn't revolve around this,,,,yet, BUT ANYWAYS pls be PATIENT as I'm still a student and school induced stress likes to give me a good one in the gut , therefore I won't promise when a chapter will come out BUT I'll keep it as uniform as possible :)

• there will be TWS and REMINDERS before and after each chapter so y'all know what's coming your way , the last thing I wanna do is set y'all off

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Selkie Theon AU. Snippet below the cut.

The waves lapped at the shore, mere inches from Theon’s toes. He watched from his place on the beach, arms wrapped around his legs, chin rested on his bony knees, unable to look away from the grey water that stretched serene and peaceful to the horizon. The distant cawing of seabirds echoed across the waves in the early morning. They taunted him with their songs and harsh voices more mocking than that of his master.

Theon pushed that thought far into the back of his worn mind. Now was not the time for thinking of him. Now was not the time to bemoan what might have been. Now was the time for dreaming of what was. When he’d been a selkie.

A frown tightened his lips. He was still a selkie.

Although his pelt may now belong forever to his tormentor—lover—and kept permanently out of his reach, it changed nothing. The place Theon would truly always belong, was to the ocean. His ties to it were strong, the pull of them unbreakable. A constant presence in his being that was as unyielding as the moon and the tide, urging him to find his way back home.

Except he would never be permitted to answer its call.