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riality-check · 8 months

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The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

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ratsarekindacute2 · 6 months

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wife reader x sukuna headcannons!! ╴♡

layouts are so fucking hard to do :') playlist(s) as promised: playlist #1 (click me) playlist #2 (click me)

★ ・Fav sex position ? He seems like a legs up missionary type of dude. I think he would like the feeling of your legs trembling under him after a couple of rounds knowing that he can snap your legs like little twigs and of course because he likes the little whimpers you let out ! ;)

☆ ・Even though your his wife doesn't mean you get special treatment, that's what he says anyway but you know that's a lie, all he does is sit on a pile of bones all day so he has no choice but to pamper his adorable wife every now and then !

★ ・He may be stuck in a 15 year olds body but that doesn't stop him from having alone time with his wife, him and Yuji have a little schedule were for 3 hours a day Sukuna would then get alone time with you! This of course means that he plans the best date nights for you ! ☆ ・Don't take his sweetness for granted because this man is rough. Even during make out sessions ,his hands have a tight grip on your hips. Doesn't matter how much you squirm to get away. Even in the morning, after having a long night of his cock slapping against your cunt, you know for a fact he left marks on your lower back and thighs, and with the way your uniform is made , everyone can see the marks left behind by your man , now everyone knows your his.

★ ・No curse or human being would ever dare to put their hands on his dear wife. He may not be around much but when he gets to see you he would know immediately that someone dared to touch you and kill them by ripping their heart out with you watching...

☆ ・And because you are his wife, you became the most protected human ever. If anybody happened to hurt you he wouldn't know what to do with himself !

★ ・Throne sex is a daily thing for you and him, it always starts off with you asking to sit in his lap, and his hands roaming around your body, feeling all of your curves while sitting so peacefully in his lap, not expecting to have your brains fucked out in 5 minutes. :)

Ngl I kinda want his fingers inside me ˃ᴗ˂ Hope you enjoy the new layout ! Request are still open so don't forget ! Somebody needs to tell me how people get to change their text colors to be other colors than the basic ones :c

#ria writes #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #headcanons #!!! <3 #luv u #sukuna x reader #wife reader #bare with me pls

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rlqfpdl · 5 days

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Anonymously Yours (series masterlist!¡)

Fem!Reader x Luke Castellan

Summary: after an accidental text that slowly turns into a friendship, you start crushing on your anonymous friend… not knowing you’ve met in real life.

Contains: fluff, angst?, kind of slowburn, au set in the real world, some smau at some point, occ at times.

A/N: hey guys!! I hope you like this series. It’s heavily based on a movie by the same name, check it out it’s on netflix. Taglist is open!! Just comment here or send an ask.

Intro - wc: 489

After receiving a text at 3 am, you can’t help but feel sorry for the sender.

Pt 1: Anonymously Hate You - wc: 2.4k

Maybe texting the random number from the day before can get your mind off the insufferable new student.

Pt 2: Anonymously Knowing You - wc:??

As you start to find comfort in your new friendship you establish some rules to keep yourself anonymous.

#ria fics #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan series #pjo smau #pjo fic #ria writes #anonymously yours

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riafya · 9 days

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I long to bleed on paper

The black ink is my blood

That darkened long ago

Between your madness and your mud

I long to bleed on paper

To cry on every page

But you took away my words

When you left me on the stage

Now I have to dream without you

In this neverending play

That we tried to build together

In the darkness and the rain

I don't want to dream without you

But what's done is done

I'm left with empty pages

And you're forever gone

#my poetry #by me #ria writes #poetry #spilled ink #melancholic #writer's block #loss #grief #screaming into the void

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plumearia · 2 days

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“It’s way too fucking cold,” Bakugou muttered, rubbing his hands together.

Kirishima laughed, “where did you put your gloves?”

The blonde man grunted, dragging his scarf up to cover his mouth.

Don’t ask, shittyhair.

“You want mine?”

He merely scoffed, a sense of relief washes through him.

“It’s with her, huh?”

Fuck.

Bakugou remained silent, but he felt Kirishima’s stare piercing him.

“Yeah,” he eventually mumbled, hands running through his hair. “Who else? She didn’t have hers on her. ”

What else was I supposed to do?

Grabbing his shoulder, Kirishima turned Bakugou around, “Bakugou, she’s out with another guy. And with what Mina told me, she seemed excited about it, too.”

Bakugou yanked his shoulder away. “I know,” he said gruffly. “I set her up with him. He’s a good guy. Got a good work ethic, too.”

Kirishima scoffed, “really? why?”

“I told you,” he snarled. “He’s a good guy.”

“No, you idiot,” Kirishima responded, his voice raised slightly. “Why do you hurt yourself like this?”

Bakugou couldn’t met his gaze, but he wasn’t one to back down.

“You always do this,” Kirishima continued. “Why?”

Bakugou nearly flinched. Instead, he pulled at his hair again, fumbling for an answer—an excuse.

“Why?”

Finally, he sighed.

“I just want her to be happy. That’s all.”

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #ria! writing

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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playing with luxiem's hair

hello unit 4402 back at it again with the self indulgent headcanons. but now i'm fueled by a new banger romantic playlist to listen to so i'm, like, totally unstoppable now.

this was a fun warmup to get started on a bigger fic next. you know i've never done warmups before i started this blog like this! usually i don't stop typing about anything that comes to mind for 10 min straight as my warmups but these are a pretty good way to get in character and the headspace. would recommend to other fic writers stuck with characterization, but if the issue is getting the thoughts on paper you should try typing nonstop for a bit without worrying about backspace, grammar or coherency, and it might impress you how much easier gets to type

tags: established relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader, headcanons

⚠ suggestive content briefly mentioned in luca and mysta's entries

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🖋 Ike Eveland

his hair is so fluffy all the time, and comfy to rest your head against

insists his hair is untameable, but it's surprisingly easy to style yourself (though to be fair it doesn't stay in place after an hour or two no matter what you do)

most of the time when you play with his hair it's absentminded

usually whenever he's the little spoon, or he's writing at his desk while sitting in your lap

he's not very sensitive to it but whenever you stop, it feels strange because he got too used to it and impatiently waits for you to resume

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

he's indifferent to you playing with his hair out of the blue but when you flirt with him while doing so he forgets how to talk

his hair is naturally shiny, and looks like gold when the sun hits just right

loves whenever you comb or dry his hair, and always gives you puppy eyes to take care of him after showering together

also loves whenever you ruffle his hair but he's much more bashful about it

he reacts a lot whenever you're forceful with his hair, especially noisy when you play with the little hairs on his neck

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🦊 Mysta Rias

ok i gotta level with you, playing with his hair is his weakness

stroke his hair or pet his head, and he's putty in your hands

when he's in a clingy mood he'd pester you to brush his hair, even though it's pretty easy to maintain

silky smooth hair, the type that's easy to run your fingers through without tangling

but if you pull his hair he won't be able to calm down nor resist you until he's done with you

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👟 Shu Yamino

And The Award For "Softest Hair In Luxiem" Goes To

best feeling in the world fr fr

and he loves the feeling of your hands combing through his hair too this is the biggest win-win ever

very nice to play with! it's a good length for experimenting and the pops of color are so pretty esp when you braid it

can look good in just about any style and v open to trying new ones

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👹 Vox Akuma

shiny and thick hair, he's v protective of it

he's the type of person that's very dramatic about how he wears it and how it reflects him as a person

you can stroke it but he only lets you actually play with it once you're in a serious relationship and he trusts you, he thinks it's intimate

melts into your touch, it's soooo obvious he's been starved for the feeling

brushing his bangs out of his face or pinning them back always makes it easy to get him tongue-tied

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#luxiem headcanons #luxiem x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #nijisanji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma #luxiem fluff #4402 writes #mmmmm shu with ponytail swoon swoon wipes my drooling mouth

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maximotts · 9 months

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girls just want to have fun ⁘ w. maximoff

listen I just... saw a tiktok yesterday and I had to get this out of my system... enjoy milf Wanda makeout sessions.. I just feel like the "I'll teach you" trope is criminally underrated

please don't flag this fic, I have warnings clearly labeled

80s milf!Wanda AU. masterlist. wc: 1.4k cw: 18+ only please. smut adjacent? talks of sex. heavy petting ig is what it's called. lots of kisses. soft dom!Wanda. perv!reader, but innocent-ish. groping. mommy kink. light dirty talk? let me know if I missed anything

"You've never had a woman's tongue in your mouth?"

Your no was barely above a whisper, shaking your head in earnest. Sitting on her couch close enough for your thighs to be brushing while her boys took their afternoon nap upstairs was surreal enough; you didn't have it in you to lie straight to Wanda's face. "I-I... have been kissed before..."

They were always fumbly, awkward things, mostly given after a few drinks or stolen between short walks from the car to your front door. Nothing deep enough to be considered a real kiss, even when you'd gotten far enough to have a girlfriend for a little while.

"And here I was thinking you were some kind of expert with how intensely you've been watching me over the past couple of weeks," Wanda laughed as you hung your head; she could practically see the steam coming out of your ears. A gentle hand rubbed your hot cheeks, coaxing your anxious eyes back up to meet eager ones. "Don't worry, honey. I'll teach you what you need to know."

Soft lips pressed against yours before you could utter another word, slow and practiced motions guiding where you remained stunned. Her thumbs grazing your jaw had your mouth parting just enough to grant Wanda's tongue entrance, the tip of the smooth muscle tracing the line of your bottom teeth before sliding over your still tongue. Your deep groan resonated through both of your mouths, the corners of Wanda's mouth turning upwards into a smile.

It was intoxicatingly sweet how quickly she could affect you, especially given her initial worry you'd reject her both for being older and having never been in a relationship with another woman. Apparently you were inexperienced in your own ways and damn if it didn't make Wanda that much more attracted to you.

As the brunette pulled back, shaky hands darted out to grab at her hips, your fists balling into her striped shirt in case she had any ideas about moving further away. "Mommy, noo..."

"Mommy?" If bolting down the street was an option, you'd have taken it, your uttered words mortifying you more than you could've ever imagined. Sure, the title had passed your lips before, but only in the privacy of your own home. To your credit though, this scenario was always a fantasy; your poor brain didn't have time to censor yourself.

Embarrassed as you were, you huddled into her, burying your face in the crook of her neck for any kind of respite. Wanda didn't let you cower for long, though, wrenching you away despite your pitiful protests. "Oh you're precious, please don't hide. You want another kiss, sweet pea?"

"Yes please-" Manners always went a long way with Wanda; the added please might've been the only thing that kept her from chastising how unceremoniously you pulled her in for a second kiss, arms wound around the older woman's neck to crash her into you.

This time as your lips locked, Wanda's hands wandered, shamelessly tapping at your knee until your legs parted, an easy request giving her access to your bare inner thighs. Perfectly manicured fingernails raked gently over your soft skin, tantalizing made up patterns leaving you shuddering as you eagerly welcomed her tongue on yours again.

"And have you let anyone touch you here before?" Her fingertips brushed over your center, electric even through your denim shorts. When you nodded, Wanda felt her own sting of jealousy, annoyed at whichever faceless human got to you before she could. She shook the feeling away, vowing inwardly that if she wouldn't be your first, she'd be your last.

"Naughty girl.. did you like it?" Filters gone in place of your need, you managed a quiet moan of a yes, remembering past orgasms and inserting Wanda into them instead.

Subtle as Wanda tried to be, you sensed her disappointment and peppered her face with desperate kisses, "I don't want them anymore... just you."

And you meant it; Wanda trumped any girl that'd ever been on your radar. Caring, self-assured, and oh so very flirty, it took no time at all for her obsession with her to grow and to whatever extent she wanted you too, there was no way you'd ever pass her up.

It pained Wanda to admit your sweet admission made her grumpiness subside, she wasn't known to waver so easily for anyone but her children, but she'd much rather see you smiling than distressed- in this context at least. "Fine then, you'll get to teach me something and we'll learn together, how's that?"

You agreed instantly, offering sloppy kisses down the column of Wanda's pale throat while needy hands grabbed her wrist, holding her in place to rut against. It didn't matter there were two layers of fabric barriers, you needed whatever friction you could get, body rendered desperate from the mere notion of Wanda's long fingers stretching you open. "Teach me now?"

If she wasn't so Type A maybe she'd have lingered, but alas, Wanda had tasks to do. Besides, there was nothing wrong with leaving something for her new lover to look forward to. "Oh honey, I can't. Not now, I have to get dinner started before nap time's over."

"Please, I can be quick?" Whines echoed from your lips to her exposed sternum where you'd been laying your latest set of kisses. Truly you were merely going off how fast you'd brought yourself to orgasm while thinking of Wanda in the past; it never took long once your brain wandered to how pretty you think she'd look laid out on display, one hand teasing her full breasts and the other working tirelessly at her clit, needy and calling out your name...

The one time you'd caught her was burned into your memory forever.

"You deserve better than 'quick' for your firsts with me," Someone would think she was kicking you out for good with the fuss you were making, wiggling and grinding into her open palm before she wrenched it away. Wanda gave you one last proper kiss, tongue licking over your lips to apologize for the red swell she'd caused in them, and then she was up like it was nothing, standing and stretching, ignoring your fruitless pawing.

A nuzzle and tug of your hair settled you, the subtle dominance reminding you to behave. "Be a good girl and stay for dinner, I'm making your favorite. If you want, you can stay over too; Billy and Tommy have been begging for a sleepover with their favorite babysitter."

"As long as you don't make me eat brussel sprouts again," You would've stayed anyways; you always used any excuse you could to stay near her. Sleeping over wasn't new really, having fallen asleep on the couch numerous times when watching the twins and groggily waking to Wanda tucking a thick blanket over you and, if she thought you were snoozing, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You weren't technically their babysitter, just a neighbor who'd clung to Wanda since the day she showed up at your door with a charming smile and welcome basket. With how much you loved hanging out with the pair of five year olds, it was natural Wanda ask you to watch them for an afternoon here or there and you can't think of a time you'd ever denied her requests. Even when it meant sleeping in your crush's living room and trying not to touch yourself to the thought of Wanda sleeping -or not sleeping- in a bed right above your head.

Today though, something in her voice led you to believe you'd be somewhere cozier than the couch. If your mouth didn't get you in trouble first. "You know, most girls wouldn't make me wait hours... are you sure we can't-"

"I'll make you wait days if it means you'll learn patience." Wanda hummed, bending over to hold your face in her hands, admiring your comically blown pupils and rosy cheeks, "If you ever think about letting anyone else come close to touching your greedy little pussy, you'll both have hell to pay. Got it?"

Her tone was so serious, deadly straight expression letting on just how much she meant what she said, but as she scratched behind your ears, you melted. Lovestruck face willingly on display while you agreed, shamelessly ogling the view of her tits while Wanda was folded over, there was no way you'd fuck this glorious opportunity up now. "Never ever, promise."

#wrote the last of this on my beanbag while watching How Its Made with Ria #again... no one perceive #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #milf!wanda au #maximotts #motts writes.

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rizzyu · 9 months

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hey there! Could I request luxiem catching you reading fanfiction about them while youre together? thank you in advance :D

When You Read Fanfics About Them HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff

Warning: smol tiny suggestiveness in Vox’s GOOD LORD I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE FOR HIM OTHER THAN SPICY STUFF

Summary: Luxiem when you are doing what you’re doing right now

A/N: Thank yooooooooooooooooooooou for the request, sorry this fic took such a long time ;w; (pls don’t shoot me)

You held your phone in your hand, slowly scrolling through the page of words as your eyes carefully skimmed through each word on each line. For a split moment your eyes darted towards the window. The sky was pitch black, only the thousands of tiny lights coloured either orange or white lit up the outside of your apartment. Your eyes were then once again attracted to the fanfiction you were reading on your phone. That fanfiction was about none other than your beloved (member name), in which you were currently cuddling with. You snickled at a particularly funny part, causing (member name) to turn around and see what you're doing and figured out that you're reading a fanfic. But not just any fanfic, it was a fanfic about him...

Vox Akuma

"So is this what you usually do, read fanfics about me?"

Broski would whisper that in your ear like a seggy demon that he is

"I usually just read them while you're at work.."

"But I'm with you now, aren't I?" He'd speak while letting his hand lift your head up by the chin.

You blushing from his intimacy amused him and made him let out a chuckle.

"How about you show me the fanfics of me that you've read about?"

Uh oh let's just say the fanfics you've read aren't exactly s e i s o 👀

Mysta Rias

"Hey... why are you reading about me?"

"Because it's adorable - you're adorable"

Your response would make him pout and buff his cheeks just like a child. "I'm not adorable!"

"But you are! Otherwise this fanfic writer wouldn't have made you so adorable in this fic"

Mysta would keep on protesting, so in order to make him admit that he's cute, you would begin bombarding him with kisses.

But even so, he still wouldn't admit it.

It was until Mysta had to start streaming, maybe next time :)

Luca Kaneshiro

"Woah you're reading about me! POGGERS"

“Yeah! You’re so adorable in this fanfic!” Yu said as you cradled his face in your hands.

Luca’s hand reached for his phone and waving it in front of you.

“Yknow, I’ve actually read fanfics of you before too”

His response left you flabbergasted

“Really? I never thought you’d be a person who reads that much”

“If it’s about you, then I don’t really mind”

Ike Eveland

"Are you reading about me?"

“Yeah, I really like reading about you when I’m free, especially when your doing work. He want to try to write some too but I don’t know how..”

Ike snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“I can teach you, if you want.”

You lit up with enthusiasm as you urged him to teach you now.

You spent the rest of the evening writing fanfics about each other :3

Shu Yamino

“Eyy you reading about me?”

“YEAAH You’re so cute in this fanfic WAAAA I JUST WANNA KISS YOU RIGHT NOW”

Shu immediately got flustered from your words and began stuttering.

You chuckled at his cute reaction and laid yourself on his lap

“Wanna read with me?”

Shu managed to bring out a nod in response.

So you both spent the evening reading fanfics, with Shu eventually getting more comfortable being intimate with you.

#riyugu writing #yorutenshi riyugu #nijisanjien #nijisanjien x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader fluff #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino

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crystillyzed · 10 months

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one more // mysta rias

warning(s): overstimulation, degradation, he fucks you stupid basically, mean mysta

a/n: i was writing another wip and the horny thoughts took over. enjoy! :)

"No! Please! Stooop!~ It’s too much! AH!"

He currently has you sitting all pretty on his lap with his cock nestled deep inside, slick with your fluids from who knows how many times you've cummed just from tonight.

“Mysta--“ you gasp against his shoulder as he grinds against that spot in spite of your sensitivity. You whine pathetically and lower your head onto the crook of his neck, soon whimpering and writhing against his iron grip on your hips.

"Hm? You said you wanted to cum, so I'm letting you cum. Aren't I so nice?" He lets out a laugh so cruel that you can't help but tighten up around his length. "Oh, so you were lying, huh? Haha! What an eager little slut."

Before you could protest, he suddenly thrusts his hips upwards. Jolts of pleasure immediately shot through your body as he increases the strength just for a few pumps. It's too much. It's too much. You plant your head against his chest, whining as you grab at his back for dear life as your body's sent in overload.

However, he clicks his tongue and brings a hand to grab your chin. You gasped as you feel his cock hit that sweet spot, allowing him to stick his tongue into yours. You let out a whine while Mysta kisses you deeply as you could do nothing but take everything helplessly.

"One more," he pants against your mouth. "Be good and give me one more, hm?"

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijien #luxiem #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luxiem x reader #nijisanji x reader #mysta rias smut #luxiem smut #— a simple dream // writing

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Eddie has learned how to read Steve's moods, to pick up on his tells. To know if today is going to be a good day or a bad day, and what flavor of insecurity will be flaring up the worst for him.

The days when Steve is feeling down about his scars and the permanent damage to his body, he doesn't like to be touched. And even though Eddie would love nothing more than to do exactly that, to brush his fingers softly over the mottled skin, to leave a gentle kiss over every single patch, to feel Steve living and breathing beneath his touch, he keeps his hands to himself and uses his words isntead.

Some days he has to be careful with those too — he'll remind Steve how beautiful he is. Tell him that he loves his scars because they mean that he survived. Wax poetry about how they match, how that must mean they're destined for one another. That they're a pair now, a matching set.

Other days he can get a little more creative with it —he'll swoon against the kitchen counter while Steve's pouring himself a glass of juice and fan his hand in front of himself and ask Steve, "Is it hot in here or is it just you?". Or he'll call Steve the most gorgeous man to grace the earth, scars and road rash and tail burn and all. Sometimes he'll ask Steve when his next action film is set to hit theaters, because he looks like the ruggedly handsome hunk that belongs front and center on the poster.

When the pendulum swings the other way and Steve gets too in his head about his personality flaws, he gets quieter. He'll try to isolate himself more, and if he does have to be around people, he won't add much to the conversation — out of fear of saying the wrong thing, fear of letting his bitchiness creep too far back into the Certified Asshole territory he's worked so hard to leave behind, fear of looking and sounding even stupider than he feels.

Those days Eddie eases back on the compliments towards Steve's looks and praises him for the less superficial things instead. Like when Steve does participate in conversations, Eddie always makes sure to be extra attentive to what he's saying and to acknowledge it too. He'll laugh at all of Steve's jokes and call him funny (even if the jokes aren't funny, but let's face it, they're all funny, because they're from Steve. And even if the jokes are technically bad, they're just so damn endearing coming from him, Eddie can't help but laugh anyways. Plus, like, Eddie does genuinely think Steve is a funny guy; he's got some good snarky comebacks and a whooole bunch of dorky dad jokes and they always hit, especially when Steve that cute, crooked grin curves onto his face after he delivers them, like he's just so damn pleased with himself for saying something so goofy).

Eddie will find ways to remind Steve of things he's done that showcase how smart he is, how thoughtful he is, how kind he is. Like he'll bring up how Steve has all of the kids' schedules memorized, doesn't even need to write it down or anything, and still manages to never miss an activity or a pick up. And he'll ask Steve if he's going to help Lucas practice before basketball tryouts again this year because he's got so much knowledge about the sport from when he played, and he's so good at it, and Lucas really looks up to him for that. Or Eddie will purposefully ask Steve questions that let him flex those muscles too, like, "Hey, Steve, what's Dustin's favorite color again? I'm painting this mini fig for his character and I wanna make the shield that color, but I can't remember if he likes red or blue more." That's wrong, the answer is actually green — Eddie knows this. But he also knows that Steve knows this. And he likes the way Steve perks up when he gets asked these kinds of things. Things he knows the answers for. Things he barely even has to think about, the answers just come so naturally to him. The hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant little details that are actually so ridiculously important because they highlight just how much Steve pays attention. Just how much he cares.

The compliments and the praise don't solve the problem completely; the insecurities are rooted deep. Eddie gets that, though. He has a lot of the same ones, and Steve is just as good at helping him when he gets in his head too. But they help. He knows from experience that they help. Because each time he starts to believe them a little more and his twisted brain a little less.

So he does what he can to help Steve believe them a little more too.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ty liam for bringing the topic of steve and eddie and figuring out which compliments to give when up!!!#and to ria and rino for the fluff and the angst and the fluff that kicked all of this off so that it could end up here!!!#💕💕💕#mack writes #macks ficlets

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riality-check · 8 months

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Steve, realistically, shouldn’t even be at this show. He doesn’t care about the band, he didn’t want to make the drive, and he had to bring Anna along because he couldn’t find a babysitter.

But he was going to suck it up to go with Dustin, who immediately bought tickets to see his favorite band when they went on sale. Who called Steve this morning to inform him, somehow both solemnly and frantically, that he had the worst food poisoning known to man, and, that until he stopped puking and shitting at the same time, he could not leave the bathroom.

Steve very much did not need to know that.

With Dustin went the rest of the Babysitters’ Club, all of them having eaten the same shady pizza and suffering the consequences. The only exception was Mike, lactose intolerant but cursed to take care of his idiot friends.

He texted Steve to ask if he had extra bleach. Steve dropped it outside the house because no way in hell was he entering that building.

Dustin assured him, amidst too much detail and shockingly disgusting background noise, that both tickets shouldn’t go to waste, and with no one able to babysit Anna, Steve should take advantage of both.

So, here he is. Standing in the first level - Dustin couldn’t get floor tickets, thank God - of a show for a metal band he has no intention of ever listening to and holding his four-year-old daughter, who has bright pink ear defenders looped around her neck in preparation for when it gets really, really loud.

“When are they starting?” she asks for the fourth time in as many minutes, with a sigh too big for her little body.

“In a few minutes,” Steve says, keeping an eye on the stage, where he watches the crew set up. Mad respect for them hustling so hard. He could never.

The seats are slowly filling up, and Steve feels a little sad for the first opener, a little sad that they don’t have a full house for their set.

A group of four guys takes the seats right next to Steve, with a pale, long-haired, big-eyed guy right next to him. He’s got tattoos on his arms and rings on all his fingers and a silver bar through his upper ear.

And he’s arguing emphatically with his friend next to him.

“I’m telling you, American Psycho is more recognizable!” he says, hands flying. Steve discreetly makes sure he and Anna aren’t within striking distance. “Not to mention cheaper!”

“A prop chainsaw,” his friend - a short white guy with shorter but equally wild hair - says, “can’t possibly be that hard to find by tomorrow.”

“We already have the axe!”

“I’m with Eddie,” the big white guy at the end of their group says. “I’m a sucker for American Psycho.”

“Okay, but I’m the guy who has to use the props,” the fourth friend, a Black guy with short braids who looks annoyed at this conversation, like they’ve had it before. “And I think I’d have more fun with the chainsaw.”

Eddie - the guy with long hair and heavy jewelry and hands with a mind of their own - rolls his eyes. It’s a full body movement, one that has him spinning to face Steve. When he does, his face cycles through a myriad of emotions too fast for Steve to really track.

“Hi, pretty boy,” he says. His eyes then dart down to Anna, who stares at him with her head cocked to the side. “Pretty dad. Dad. Pretty. Hi.”

“Eddie,” the short guy cautions.

“Yeah, sorry, anyway, can you be a tiebreaker for us?”

“Sure,” Steve says. Anna squirms, so he lets her out of his lap to stand, holding her hand all the while. “What do you need?”

“American Psycho or Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” the big guy asks.

“You gotta give him context.”

“No, I don’t, Jeff.”

The guy who said he’d be using the props - whatever that means - rolls his eyes and stops fighting.

“What’s American Psycho?” Anna asks, choosing the best time to pay attention to the conversation, like always.

“A movie you’re too young to see,” Steve says. “And the one I’m picking out of those two.”

“Oh, thank you,” Eddie says, using a tone that better fits Steve saving his drowning dog or something. He then turns to the rest of his friends and says, “I fucking told you!”

Anna gasps. “You’re not s’posed to say that!”

Jeff smothers a laugh behind his hands, while the other three guys stare at Anna, half confused, half admiring.

Eddie clears his throat, looking significantly abashed. "Sorry, Miss-"

"Anna," she says.

"Anna," Eddie finishes. Then he turns to Steve. "And you are?"

"Steve. No Mister for me though. I might be a dad, but I'm not that old."

"You are old, Daddy," Anna says.

Steve frowns down at her, where she stands at his feet. She's smiling, mischievous like she always is when she says something along these lines. "I'm not that old."

"Yeah you are! You're like, you're like, like, fifteen."

Jeff gives up on hiding his laughter.

"I'm older than fifteen," Steve says gently, trying not to laugh.

Anna’s jaw drops. “You are?”

“Thank God for that,” Eddie mutters, then shuts his jaw with an audible click.

Steve tried to come up with an answer for that, but someone comes on a mic and starts playing the drums, so he moves the defenders over Anna’s ears and pays attention to the show instead.

It's... fun, he guesses. Fun if he were into it, maybe. The first opener has a lot of energy, even if the music isn't melodic enough for Steve's taste. He finds himself tapping along to the steady beat, moving slightly in his seat to the music.

It's nice background noise. He'd put this on while he grades papers. It's steady enough to fill his head but doesn't have a whole lot of lyrics he could get distracted by and sing along to.

Eddie and his friends, meanwhile, are having the time of their lives. The short guy - Gareth, Steve thinks his name is - mimes the drum part of each song with startling accuracy. Archie jumps up and down, Jeff absolutely screams along, and Eddie-

Anna stares up at Eddie, eyes wide and jaw slacked as she watches him bang his head to the music.

Steve almost snaps a picture of it, this little moment, before the second song ends and Eddie snaps out of his zone.

He shakes the hair out of his face, then looks down at Anna, who's still staring at him. "What?"

She cocks her head to the side in a mirror of his. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The," she pauses, then starts shaking her head really hard, side to side. Steve puts a hand on her shoulder before she slams into the chairs in the row in front of them.

Eddie laughs. "The headbanging?"

"Yeah," Anna says, nodding.

"It's a way I move to the music," Eddie explains.

"Like dancing?"

"Sort of," Eddie says. "It's easier. I look stupid when I dance."

"You're not s'posed to say that," Anna tells him solemnly. "Right, Daddy?"

Steve meets Eddie's eyes. Even with the lights down, they're big and pretty and reflective, and Steve is going to kick himself so hard if he chickens out before he can get his number.

"Right," he says, still looking at Eddie. "We're not supposed to call ourselves stupid."

"Sorry," Eddie whispers.

"Don't be."

Anna tugs on Steve's hand, then Eddie's. "Teach me."

"Anna," Steve cautions.

"Can you please teach me?" she corrects.

Eddie glances down at Anna, then back up at Steve. "If it's-"

"Go ahead," Steve says because Eddie has more than passed the vibe check at this point.

Eddie crouches down as a new song starts up, and while Steve can't hear what he's telling her, he sees her smile, bright as day.

By the last song of the first opener, Anna is headbanging along with Eddie, off-beat in the say little kids always are but more than making up for it with effort.

Steve gives into the impulse to take a picture.

When the first opener finishes, Steve picks Anna back up and takes her ear defenders off.

"Woah," she says. "Can I keep them-"

"Nope," Steve says. "They stay on when the music is on. You heard it fine, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you-"

"I have my earplugs in," Steve says, pointing at them.

"So do I," Eddie says, and when he moves his hair back, sure enough, there are black earplugs nestled in his ears.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy to wear earplugs," Steve says.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy to come of a metal show," Eddie counters.

Anna climbs out of Steve's arms and onto his back, where she loops her arms around his shoulders and just hangs, like she does sometimes when she gets bored.

Weirdo kid, Steve thinks affectionately.

"That's because I'm not," Steve says. "I was supposed to come with a friend, but he got sick."

"Yikes," Eddie says. "You coming tomorrow, too?"

"I am," Steve says. "Are you?"

Eddie raises his eyebrows, like he didn't expect Steve to ask that. "Yeah, we'll be here. Not in these seats, though."

The lights go back down before Steve can ask what he means by that. He reaches behind him, scoops Anna back down on the ground, and puts her ear defenders on by the time the second opener strikes a scary-sounding opening chord.

Anna doesn't look scared at all. From the moment the music starts, she looks up at Eddie, and when he starts headbanging, she does, too.

Yup. Steve has effectively created a monster.

He contemplates, if Dustin is fine by tomorrow, skipping out on the show and giving his ticket to Anna, but that means not seeing Eddie again.

He really wants to see Eddie again, even if he won’t have the same seats.

Whatever that means.

Steve decides not to focus on that. He decides instead to focus on the moment. He listens to the music. He lets Anna take his hand and dance with it. He bops his head along with hers, but not too hard because he can’t risk aggravating his whiplash.

He enjoys the show, even if it’s not his cup of tea. It’s easy to enjoy the show, with Eddie next to him. It’s easy to enjoy his wild hair and pretty jewelry and big eyes and contagious enthusiasm.

It’s easy to see the way Eddie looks at him.

It’s also very easy, after the venue clears and Anna falls asleep in the car on the way home, to forget to ask for his number.

Shit.

(Part 2 is alive!!)

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #dilf steve harrington #corroded coffin #dilf and concert #d&c au

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ratsarekindacute2 · 6 months

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fuck now kill later ! Sukuna x Fem!Reader ╴☆

Sorry this took so long to come out! Thanks for the request Anon! (lost the message :c ) And for the sake of this story, Yuji has his own body <3

Summary : You were tasked to assassinate Ryomen sukuna , but things take a wild turn of events

You , a grade 1 sorcerer were assigned a mission to kill the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Believe it or not but you were still considered a "newbie" in the jujitsu world but you managed to climb the ranks at a very fast speed. But despite that you were very nervous to meet the famous King of Curses himself , even tried to get out of doing the mission, but the higher up insisted that you take on the mission just so you can showcase your strength to prove you were "worthy" , whatever that was supposed to mean. ╴

You sigh, frustrated at the situation you got yourself in.

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The leaves rustled under you feet as you walked around the forest in the middle of the night , the cold breeze sending chills down your spine as you continued to walk hoping for any hints about his current whereabouts.

"Speak of the devil.." you mumble under your breath noticing that Sukuna was now standing behind you , shirtless as always...

You turn to face him , he gives you a sly smirk , knowing that you're here on a mission to kill him. "You Jujitsu Sorcerers always know how to kill the mood..." he says with a slight hint of annoyance in his words.

His eyes look you up and down and scan your figure, you see him then smirk and lick his lips, he seems ... pleased with himself ? "Disgusting ..." you say in a low whisper. "Hmm...?" his low raspy voice sends chills down your spine, distracting you from your original mission completely. "What was that doll? " he says tilting his head slightly.

You feel your ears heating up at the little nickname but that immediately fades away at his next action.

In the blink of an eye, he moves swiftly behind you and grabs you by the hips to hold you in place. You gulped at the closeness between you two, fearing for your life. "Y'know , you would be a really attractive woman if you were to drop the attitude.."

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that?" You growl, knowing that you were tasked to kill this man but, his presence╴ there was something about him making you stop every time you tried to pull your katana out. He had you just where he wanted you, trapped in a corner...

"You really are no fun... I'm just trying to loosen the mood.." he removes his hand from your hip and walks in front of you. "Has anybody told you how hot you look when you're mad ?" He says chuckling lightly looking you dead in the eye.

He takes a few quick steps closer to you, but you in respond by stepping back, not liking the feeling of being so close to the King of Curses like this. Hoping to put distance between you two.

You abruptly come to a stop when your back hits the back of a tree, shaking the tree and causing some of the leaves to fall down gracefully.

"Shit..." your eyes widen noticing how close he is from you now...just inches away. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, and he could feel the heat radiating off yours.

Sukuna, on the other hand , didn't mind the closeness between you two, believe it or not but he actually liked being next to you.

While you were a blushing mess , Sukuna was admiring your features , poor guy didn't even know your name and he was already thinking about how long he could pound your pussy and how many rounds you'll be able to take.

You shifted your feet , noticing his lingering stare on your face.

Even though you blew your opportunity to kill him minutes ago, you didn't want to go back to the higher up empty handed.While Sukuna was distracted in his own thoughts you reached for your katana ,clutching it tightly as you pour your cursed energy into it.

But in another swift movement, Sukuna takes both of your hands a pin them to the tree behind you.

"Still planning on killing me eh?"

He moves his head closer to the crook of your neck with his lips almost close to kissing your neck.You can hear he muttered something to himself before lifting his head and smashing his lips onto yours.

You gasp slightly , surprised by his actions , Sukuna takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue in and explore the insides of your mouth. He was quick to swirl his tongue with your own , you tasted so sweet to him. You found yourself wanting more as soon as he pulled away.

"Hmm...such a needy slut", he says while moving his hand to grip your neck slightly, not too hard and not too light.

Now that you've had a taste of him, you wanted more- no , you needed more of him.

He kept his lips hovering over yours as he spoke, "You know how bad you want it, I bet your panties are practically soaked by now" He was right, one thing you could never do was lie to yourself , and if you did you would be a horrible liar.

All you could manage in response was a pathetic whimper.

He reconnected your lips before you could get another word out. Swirling his tongue with yours once more.

You didn't want to give into the King of Curses desires but your body absolutely craved for him and needed more.

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Minutes later you were already pinned to the forest floor , with your hands above your head and your legs spread open for Sukuna to get a good look at your , already wet, cunt.

Him on the other hand, still had his pants on.

(remember he only had his pants on in the beginning)

"unfair..." you say to yourself. Sukuna notices this frustration on your face and takes off his pants and boxers.

"Minutes ago you wanted me dead, now you want me to fuck you?What a strange human.."

You gasped at the size of his cock, you probably won't be able to walk for the next couple of days. He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance and pressed his lips right next to your ear and whispered,

"You wanted this right? So take it", shoving his entire cock inside of you with no mercy.

"W-wait!" You moaned, not being able to take the size of his cock.

"So, tight..", he groaned. You couldn't believe it, you had the King of Curses, Sukuna , down on his knees , fucking the living shit out of you.

He thrust-ed in and out of you at a rough speed, the sound of skin clapping is the only thing that could be heard cumming from the forest.

It was like two wild animals , fucking in the depths of the forest late at night.

“Please…” you said whimpering.

"Please what?" He said with a smug look going across his features while keeping his hips at a steady pace.

"P-" you began, hesitating for a second. "Please let me cum-" you finally said, pathetically.

The man was practically splitting you open at this point. You arched your back on the forest floor as your orgasm was finally approaching.

“Such a good girl. Now take that dick and cum for me baby."

And with a few more thrust, your orgasm finally reached and your juices squired all over his length. With your orgasm triggering his own, a wave of pleasure flooded the both of you as he came inside of you.

Filling you up in spaces you never thought anything could go.

Finally coming down from your high, you reach for you clothes preparing to leave.

"Leaving so soon?" You heard him say from behind you. You turn to face him red in the face, coming back to your senses "Unlike you, I have to go explain to the higher ups that I was unable to "find" you"

He chuckled at your comment , standing up fully and walking up towards you. "Y'know I would like to join you, and walk you back to jujitsu tech."

"You do know that they're going to kill you if they see you , right?" you said staring at him all serious like.

He sighed, "I'll be fine."

"Whatever you say then..."

Completely ignoring that fact that you two just had sex, you and Sukuna walked off into the night..

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I personally do not like the ending, it was rushed just like this entire story... :c But I still hope you enjoyed , and remember , request are still and forever will be open !

#ria writes #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk sukuna #!!!#<3 #bare with me pls #luv u mwah

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fakesimp · 1 year

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Hello c: I'm here for the 1k event prompt!! So here's my request ><

( also sorry for my bad english (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) )

Kyo or Mysta ( or maybe both?, it's your choice (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) ) with • "Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it"

then for the nsfw prompt is • It went from a kiss to a whole make out session and • "Come on you can do better than that".

Idk if it would be possible to be a full smut but it's fine either way (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!

Jealousy, With Kyo Kaneko, Mysta Rias

Warning !

Fluff ; Slight Nsfw ; Mentions of Cursing in Mysta's ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Haiwo ! It's okay anon ! I understand you don't worry fufu~ also Sankyu for requesting ! Also apologies in advance if they're ooc ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

1k Followers Event Prompts !

"Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it"

It went from a kiss to a whole make out session [ Nsfw prompt ]

"Come on you can do better than that" [ Nsfw prompt ]

➶◜◝➴

Mysta Rias

Okay, what happened before till now you're worn out on the bed, after a heated session with Mysta?

You stared at His exposed back, that's covered with marks, from who? You.

You sheepishly looked away as you slowly hid yourself under the blanket of your shared bed, Mysta looked back at you and raise a brow, "What?" He asked as he then start walking to you. "Nothing, I, just.. didn't know I put, so much.. on, ..your back" you didn't tell him the exact thing but he knew what you meant, Mysta, at first just owlishly stared at you before breaking into laughter.

"God, that, that's so fucking hilarious-" he said as he wheezed, he took a deep breath and pat your head. "I mean, aha, it is equal." You blinked. You averted your eyes, what he said is true, he did left a good amount of marks on your body too.

. . .

5 hours ago

You were hanging out with Mysta's friends ! They were all so nice, started from Vox, Luca, Ike and Shu. They have a quite unique friendship, you were happy to see Mysta have such good friends. You're all were talking and joking around, for hours. That is until you see Mysta being, uncharacteristically quiet. At first you asked him what's wrong, but he said he's okay. Just thinking, he said. You raise a brow at him, but you took the reason.

But then the next few minutes, you don't see him anywhere. The boys who also noticed he's not around, got worried, so they decided to help you find him, and you found him in your shared bedroom. You told the boys you found him, a friend of his, Ike, told the boys that it's getting late, they should be heading back to the hotel. The rest agreed and decided to leave after bidding goodbye to you and Mysta.

You soon joined him on the bed, "Mysta..?" You called out to him as you gently pat his arm. Earning a hum from him, "What's wrong?" You asked him, but you didn't receive anything, instead just him suddenly pulling you to the bed and hugged you. Making you shocked at the sudden movement from him, you blinked and wrapped your arms around him. You pondered, trying to figure out the reason why he acted this way.

And almost all of them leads to one thing.

"Mysta, are you Jealous?" You asked out of the blue, making him stiffen a bit, "Huh? Me?" He sounded in denial, "Mhm?" You nod your head, "Jealous? You're just imagining it, there's no way I'm jealous, why would I be?" He said the more he talked the more he sounded in denial.

You chuckled at his reply, making him look at you, pouting, "What? You thought I'm actually jealous? Really?" He then slowly leaning his face closer to you, "Mys-" his lips collides with yours. He pulled away for a moment, and then he leaned in for a kiss again. But this time his hands are roaming around you, making you gasp. Also giving him an opportunity to slide his tongue in.

You don't know how long both of you have been making out, but lord he really did kiss you breathless.

He pulled away and gently brush his thumb against your cheek, he then gently pull you onto his lap, you're straddling him. Mysta below you, breathing slightly ragged as he gently rub his thumb along your hips.

You can feel him down there, you stutter out a sigh as you slowly start grinding against him. Making him slightly growl, his grip on your hips tighten a bit as you continue grinding. He then let out a breathy laugh, "Hah.. haha.. come on babe.. you can do better than that"

And the next thing you knew, you're under him and him thrusting into you, sending your mind to oblivion.

He's deep inside you, making you couldn't think of anything else but him, also couldn't miss the pain of him marking you up.

"Mine."

. . .

You look up at Mysta who's playing with his phone next to you, "So you are jealous" you said out of the blue, making him blinking at his phone for a few times before turning to you. Then looked away, "...Okay, maybe I am a little bit jealous.." he finally admitted, making you chuckle and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"You're so cute Mysta, I only love you okay"

"Ughhhhh, ... ...

...I love you too.."

Kyo Kaneko

Kyo was laying down on his stomach next to you, you saw your marks on his shoulder and his back, you averted your eyes for a moment before slowly reaching out your hand to his back, gently rubbing your hand against his back.

Earning a hum from the blue haired male, he turn his head to you, "Hm?.." his eyes slowly opened as he look at you. "Does it still hurt?" You asked him, making him let out a low chuckle at the question, "No, not anymore at least" he said as he reach out his hand towards your head. Gently running his hand through your hair, "Thank you for asking tho.."

. . .

3 hours ago

You were talking with a friend of Kyo's, the name? Ren Zotto. Why are you talking with him? It's because Kyo blocked his social media and asked for your help to make your lover unblock him.

When you heard about how he got blocked, you laughed. Laughing into tears, and Ren laughing too while fake sobbing. "Please you gotta help me" he said, you nod your head as if he could see you, "Okay okay, God, that was so funny.." you wheezed making ren whine then laughed sarcastically. "Okay, do tell me if he already unblocked you"

You then hung up the call, and when you turned around, you saw a flash of blue hair disappeared into the corner. You blinked and immediately walked out from your room to the living room. To see Kyo, crossing his arms as he watched the tv, "You don't have to tell me to unblock, I will unblock him later" you just owlishly stared at him before raising a brow at him.

"Okay, that means you've been eavesdropping my conversation with Ren." You said as you approached him and sat down next to him, he didn't even look at you, just staring at the tv, arms still crossed. You tilt your head a bit as you stare at him, "Kyoo..?" You called him out, only earning a hum from him.

You pout at him and frowned a bit, before a smirk slowly creep up to your face, "Kyooo~...?" He glances at you, oh he knows that face. The face you made when you've figured out something's wrong about him, "are you jealooouus..?" You asked him, he took a deep breath,

"Huh? Me? Jealous? You're just imagining it, ain't no way I am jealous, why should i be jealous over Ren-" Your smirk widen and you laughed at him, "I didn't even mention names!" And then he internally facepalming himself. You see him slowly dropping his arms, he looked away slightly embarrassed.

You continue on laughing, and the next thing you knew you're pulled towards him and his lips are collided with yours, earning a soft moan from you.

He pulled away and gently pull you to his lap, "Shouldn't have pulled that hard, sorry" he whispered an apology as he then gently wrapped his arms around your waist. Hugging you, a bit tight.

You chuckled softly and softly brush his hair with your fingers, "Kyo look at me" you said, and he did. As soon as he looked up at you, you kissed him.

But then, slowly the kiss turned into a whole make out, you're not complaining about it. Kyo leaned away, your breathing slightly ragged, "Come on Kyo.. You can do better than that-"

And then there you are, getting fucked by him, not in a fast pace, but also not in a slow pace, him thrusting deep into you as he litter your body with kisses and love marks

"I'll admit, maybe I am a little bit jealous"

. . .

You snuggled close to him, as you can feel his fingers running through your hair, "Love you"

"Love you too" he said as he kisses the crown of your head.

A/n !

I am lowkey, contemplating on should I make a full nsfw or not on this, Maybe I should've try to write a full Nsfw fic more in the future--

Since most of the time, it's more to Slight Nsfw.

( 6/10 )

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #illuna x reader #illuna #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #kyo kaneko x reader #kyo kaneko #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing #1k followers event !

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mistymisfit · 12 days

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RIP Jason Todd you would've loved the song Hounds of love by Kate Bush

#like it's all about being afraid of love #and at the start it talks about being afraid as a child and never learning what love is #might write a fic out of this someday #edit: I'm writing it (created a doc and gave it a nonsensical title)#ria is ooc #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff

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s-dazzlegarden · 2 years

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𝗔 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼

⠀⠀"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP MYSTA!

"I SWEAR TO GOD ALBAN YOU BETTER OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I'LL-"

"OR YOU'LL WH- Oh hey senpai."

"Oh yeah they get a nice cute hello but I get a shouting match?"

"You were the one who instigated it Mysta."

"You were supposed to be on my side (N/n), what the fuck?!" Mysta's offended face was directed at you as you shrugged non-committedly. Reaching a hand up, you patted Mysta's arm in a half-hearted 'sucks to be you buddy' way before turning to greet Alban.

The younger male immediately pounced on you, embracing you tightly. Unbeknownst to you, the brunet had raised his head to shoot a smug smirk at Luxiem, tightening his hold on you. His actions caused the boys to bristle up at the non-verbal threat.

"Okay! Hug time over!" Mysta loudly declared, yanking you out from Alban's hug. The younger male merely rolled his eyes at their actions before facing you once more.

"So what brings you here senpai?" Alban asked, opening the door wider to allow entry.

"Ike and I wanted to come and chat. We haven't been by in a while and it's been even longer since we just sat down and talked about anything. The rest of the boys just wanted to tag along." You shrug, minding not to give any indicators that you knew of the stupid prank.

"Oh you're too sweet senpai!" Alban cried as he fake sobbed into his elbow, earning an eyeroll from you.

"Calm down you over-dramatic pussy. They're here for everyone, not just you. Where are the others?" Mysta quickly interrupted from the living room where he had made himself comfortable.

"They're in their rooms you mangy mutt," Alban snipped, before pulling you to a free loveseat. Once you were seated, he immediately made himself comfortable by laying himself across your lap, stretching out so no one else could seat.

Ike had quickly moved to claim the lone blue arm chair, a book in hand that he had snagged from the bookshelf whilst Shu and Mysta bickered over the couch.

"Wait, guys, where did Vox and Luca go?" You asked, not seeing the two aforementioned members.

"I think they went upstairs?" Ike said, his eyes still glued to the book he was reading. You let out a sigh as you gently ran your hand through Alban's hair, mindful of his hairclips, watching as Mysta immediately scrambled off the couch, calling out for Vox and Luca, Shu following at a safe distance.

"EAT SHIT FULGUR!"

"TAKE THIS SONNY!"

"WHAT THE FUCK VOX?!"

"LUCA!"

"There's the chaos," Ike drawled as he made eye contact with you. Alban grumbled before getting off of you, choosing to go see what the chaos was about and maybe joining.

Patting the now empty seat beside you, you gestured for the novelist to join you, to which he did so without hesitation. Time to snuggle your favourite novelist while you two let the chaos go down. Their problem.

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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luxiem helping you fall asleep

this is a true story and vent post based on real events. WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE SUCH A SHITTY SLEEP THE ONE TIME I NEEDED TO WAKE UP EARLY AND RESTED

THIS ISN’T EVEN SELF INDULGENT ANYMORE IT’S JUST ME WANTING TO TAKE A NAP

ENJOY

I HOPE YOU REST BETTER THAN I DID

tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🖋 Ike Eveland

the gentlest about making sure you stay as comfortable as possible

he doesn’t even ask if you’re awake, it’s just that he can tell by how you keep shuffling around

is so conscious of his every movement that he makes and if it might disturb you

he tucks you back in before reaching out to rub your arm

forehead, cheek, back of head- whichever’s closest, he places a feather-soft kiss there

his hand kneads the tightness out of your body and he hums a quiet, calm tune

partially because he doesn’t want you to think about words and lyrics, partially because his voice is already low with sleepiness

when he knows you’ve fallen asleep for real, then he’ll go back to sleep after you and with his arm still draped around you

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

keeps his volume down even when he knows you’re wide awake, just so it helps you relax

if you’re up for it he’ll teach you some stretches to do before bed

which feels like bullshit until you eventually cave and it really is so much easier to get comfortable

he’ll let you snuggle up next to him like he’s your personal plushie

he even invites you to use his not-that-big booba as a pillow

once you’ve figured out a good position he’ll wrap his arms around you and keep you safe

he ends up falling asleep before you do, and before you know it the sound of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

🦊 Mysta Rias

well shit he’s always had difficulties sleeping too so if you’re unable to sleep chances are he’s still awake too

he does the sleepover thing where he pretends to be sleepy in case you are too but when he realizes you’re also awake he doesn’t even hide his energy

*groggily* “you awake?”

“yeah”

“OH cool me too! do you think that the monsters under the bed ever sleep”

it’s not even that he’s energetic, it’s just that his mind can’t sit still

even when he’s tired he’s an excellent conversation partner with you

you talk about anything and everything that comes to your sleep-deprived minds until someone yawns and the other can’t keep their eyes open

…the next day you both nearly oversleep and need more coffee than usual because of how late you stayed up for your impromptu pillow talk

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👟 Shu Yamino

his bed is so full of plushies and blankets that if you’re too cold, it’s no problem

and after all his body runs hot with fire. you can cuddle him for warmth too

to be fair it’s more likely that you only have a thin sheet or none at all if you cuddle with shu for Optimal Temperature™

the pressure of his body against yours is reassuring

he’ll gently massage your back, shoulders, and arms to help you relax

and if push comes to shove, he’ll even sing you a lullaby or two

he’s all about making sure you’re physically comfortable so your mind can rest before anything else

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👹 Vox Akuma

uh, have you SEEN his asmr? i mean, the less risky ones

dude is such a calming presence

he has the perfect combo of voice and eloquence that when he notices you can’t fall asleep, he’ll tell you a story quietly

his voice is so smoky with sleepiness glazed over it that it’s hard to keep track of what he’s actually saying

especially because he plays with your hair as he talks

naturally the white noise and comforting gesture lulls you to sleep over time

in the morning when you wake up properly next to him you ask him to tell you the story without trying to get you to fall asleep

turns out it was actually just a rant about bowser in the super mario movie

you wish you stayed up

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

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