Updated My Pinned Post For The 4th Time, Okay Okay I Promise This Time Ill Get The Motivation To Write

THE START OF SOMETHING AMAZING

You stared into nothingness, tuning in the gentle sighs of the trees and the trilling of rain frogs, before comprehending the gloomy skies. Your breath in the petrichor smells and let the tepid breeze flutter through your now unruly hair—it was rather serene. You took your bags from the dampened ground and approached the aged cottage, your stomach was already churning with the feeling of anticipation. Your hand takes the knob and effortlessly the door gives away.

“It was unlocked!?” You thought, easing past the door and heaving as dust wafts you in the face. You glanced over the place, spotting the furniture that was covered by worn sheets. You grab a fist full of a sheet and jerk it away, unveiling a vintage sofa.

“Wow.” You awed quietly, running your fingers along the velvety cushion. You settled down on the edge of the sofa, trying out the comfiness of it. You then laid back and rested your head, pleased. Exhaling, you aroused from your spot and dragged your bags closer to you. You probed around your bags, fetching your journal and utensils.

You pulled the door shut behind you, giving it an extra tug to ensure the door stayed closed. You neared closer to the forest, stopping at the verge, and gaped up at the continuous canopy of trees. You had overheard many tales from your colleagues about this seemingly normal woodland, one of them being about a man who was drunkenly dared to enter the forest by one of his buddies. When the man reappeared from the forest, he was shaken with fear and his lips were trembling as his fumble out the same words incessantly: “it’s coming for me, that damned winged creature, it’s gonna fucking kill me!”

Your reasoning for being here wasn’t just to figure out what unworldly beings that the forest withhold, maybe you were considerably curious, but you wanted to discover an uncommon mushroom that was rumored by many of your colleagues. Its appearance is of an ink cap mushroom, though its color differs and is bluish with hints of magenta, and it possessed many healing properties. From what you read, it was given the name Polifious Pinian.  

 Even with those ominous stories being told, you were unbothered, and were ready to embrace whatsoever the forest threw at you so you could make that rumor true. Without a shadow of hesitation, you began your foraging. The fungi was known to grow at the roots of pines. So you lingered around them, inspecting their roots for any indications of spores.

The sky was already gloaming and thus far there were no indicators. Your shoulders slouched and just before you were about to return to the cottage, a glimmer caught your eye. You wandered over to the object, it resemble a tiara. It appeared to be crafted from limbs and leaves that protruded from the head piece, it was also accompanied by a pearl embedded in waned silver.  

‘Swoosh!’ 

You Flinched, stumbling onto your bottom. “W-what the-” 

Your eyes skimmed your vicinity, though you didn’t see anything but you could feel it. You slowly turned, your skin prickling at the eerie tension, expecting to see two other eyes but still there was nothing—not even an critter. You pushed yourself from the ground, snatching the tiara up, and darted in the direction of the cottage. Whispers then began to swarm you, clouding your senses in a way. 

“Give it back, girl!” 

You yanked the front door open, slamming it shut hastily, and yet those insistent words remained in in the back of your mind. You crouched down and you covered your ear with your hands. 

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” You repeacted, your murmuring voice coming to shout. 

In that position, you resided trying to ease your pounding heart and shallow breaths. You raised from the hardwood floor and creeped towards the kitchen; taking a glass and filling it with water and ice. Your trembling hand brings the glass to your lips and you took couple of swigs of it, somehow it diminished the adrenaline and anxieties. You then sat the cup down and left to the bedroom, ending your night without being the prey. 

//Word Count: 706//

//Published: May 16, 2022//

SO CUTE 💕

M!Naga x Reader

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: fluff and mentions of a snake.

Word Count: 658

· • —– ٠𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊٠ —– • ·

The light dappled through the trees, and fell across the serpent's navy tail and bare torso. His eyes skimmed line by line, enraptured by the novel he was reading. The story tells of a deep attraction that befell between a human peasant and a royal naga—he wanted that, he wanted the love from the stories he read. Though, he'd never had a chance; being a hopeless romantic and pessimistic was rather hard for him to find his promised one, and as time passed he started to feel further dejected. Maybe he needed to ease off those stories, but it was not like he could. They were the ones who made his heart flutter and feel something, although he should still reevaluate his standards. He paused his reading, placing a dried russian sage as a bookmark, and absorbed his environment in. And there he spotted you, crunching below the grass. You didn't even notice him, you were fortuitous that he wasn't a belligerent naga. You were such a puny human, but he couldn't help to get those feelings like he did when reading those stories: the fuzzy feeling in his gut and chest and that giddy feeling. Perhaps he could make this into his love story. He slithered off the biggish rock and prowled towards you.

"What are you doing?"

You yelped and fell back, hiding behind your arms. You waited for what's to come but nothing did, you lowered your arms a bit and squinted fearfully at the dark haired creature.

"If you think I'm going to hurt you, I'm not. So you can remove your arms from your face, though it wouldn't do you any good anyways." He pointed out, smirking.

You rolled your eyes and let your arms fall, "I know that."

"Now again, what are you doing?"

"I was looking at some yarrow."

"Why?" He queried, observing the plant with you.

"It's used to treat digestive issues like ulcers, as well as enhance wound healing!"

He stared at you with heart-filled eyes, he could listen to you blather on about the plant endlessly; the way your voice was eager and passionate, like he was passionate and eager to find a mate.

"It could reduce symptoms of depre-”

"Can we be friends?"

Your mouth was gaped at the sudden interruption but soon closed with a feeble smile, "I guess we can but I'd like to know your name first."

"Call me Meelis."

"What a lovely name, I'm Y/N."

Meelis became flustered at the classic compliment and his words began to stammer, "Thank you and yours is even more lovely."

It was your turn to be blushful, and you were quick to turn that conversation.

"I noticed you like to read."

"Oh, yes I do!" Meelis agreed, staring down at the book and back at you.

"What's it about?"

"How about I read it to you?" He insisted, making a motion for you to follow him.

"I'd like that." You smiled, following him to the rock.

Since then, you two visited one another. You would purchase him a new novel every other week to read to himself and you, and together you both would scour for plants. Without even knowing, you became infatuated with Meelis like he was with you from the beginning. And one evening, you both were seated by the banks of a pond.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?" Meelis asked, the tip of his tail swishing around in the cool waters. Every now and then he would have a fish come nip at it but then get frightened.

"Of course."

Meelis averted his eyes from yours, "I've got feelings for you."

"Like the l-o-v-e feelings?"

"Yes." he laughed, coming closer to you.

"Well I love you too," You beamed.

He couldn't control his electrified nerves, and so he tackled you down to the ground. Adoring your face with kisses, until it ended on your lips—now he could live happily ever after.

imagine coming home from work to househusband kirishima! he’s so glad you’re home and rushes to the door when you get home every time no matter what you’re doing. he always gives you a kiss and tells you how glad he is that you’re home!

kirishima knows you always work so SO hard and he wants to give his baby a reward...so he convinces you to lay down and relax while he makes you feel good. he’s missed you so much, you’re always so busy...and he wants to take care of you.

he runs his hands up your inner thighs until he reaches your pussy. he spreads it open with his thumbs and softly kisses his way from your hole to your clit, the light, teasing sensation making you squirm and moan. he tells you how fucking perfect your tight little cunt is while he slides two fingers in side of you and curls them up to press against that spot inside of you. he kisses up your neck as he fucks you with his fingers, his other hand sliding to your breast to tug and tease your nipple.

he kisses down your body until he reaches your sex, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking. he loves seeing you like this, legs shaking from his fingers and tongue, moaning out his name, broken nonsensical sentences pouring from your lips.

he can’t help but moan into your pussy, so incredibly taken with how fucking hot you are, how perfect you look and sound beneath him.

he needs to make you cum. it’s like an instinctive impulse at this point. your cries make him feel like he’s on fire, his heart pounding in his chest, blood roaring in his veins, face so flushed it almost matches the color of his hair.

you cum so hard your vision whites out, body shaking and a moan torn from your throat so loud it has eijiro’s ears ringing. he slides his fingers from inside of you, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips.

“baby...you know i’ve worked really hard too. can i have a reward? i’m so hard it hurts...please can i put it inside-“

you cut him off by sliding your tongue into his mouth, moaning as he returns the kiss. you’d give him anything he asked for. anything at all.

I cant remember the name of it and its tearing me apart. Theres a fic where Bakugo meets reader on a online game and he falls in love with her and they have some sexy phone sex and then his friends question if your a catfish or not so he gets all mad and breaks up and then it had a happy ending. I dont remember if I read it on Tumblr but Im pretty sure I did? PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME FIND IT AGAIN IT WAS SO GOOD. 

Do you write poly smuts?

I'm open to it! I never have before, and I would only do it with a pair I felt like had chemistry together! Hope that made sense :))

Progress on Envy!! 

I'm literally laughing like a maniac. And I'm twitching. Please give me some fluff. Thank you~

I just made a short fluffy fluff thing

It was already late to the afternoon when you woke up. Shouto was still laying beside you eyes closed, breathing calmly. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, it was rare to see him like that.

“Good morning sunshine” he said and opened his eyes to meet your gaze.

“Mornin” you smiled.

He loved seeing you like this, messy hair, still a little sleep in your eyes, you were the most beautiful to him just like this. He could feel his lips curve into a smile. You were so close, his nose wasn’t far from touching yours.

“What is it?” you asked, still looking at him.

“You’re just so beautiful” he smiled.

“You’re not bad yourself” you smirked.

“Oh” he grinned.

Shouto grabbed you by the waist and spun you so he was on top of you. His hands were pressed to the pillow on the sides of your head and his knees were on the either side of your waist. You just giggled and placed your hands on his cheeks. You brushed your thumb over his scar and gave him a warm smile. This man was like a golden patch of sunlight, so warm and kind.

“Hmmm” you mumbled as you kept caressing his cheeks.

“What is it… Wife?“he smiled.

“Wife…” -you sighed dreamily.- “I love when you call me that… Husband”

“I love that I get to call you that now”

You brought his head down so you could kiss him. His hair was tickling your face and you were running your hand through it.

“I love that I get to call you my husband” you smiled into his lips.

You could feel him smile against your lips too, and you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. He was your husband and you were his wife, this was where a new chapter in your lives began. 

not enough of you guys are into blue lock but you SHOULD be bc these guys are right up your alley 

GOD I LOVE TEXTED STORIES SM

telling your boyfriend “i just paid $200 for air in the tires— is that normal??”

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

ೃ⁀➷ aftercare w/ the jjk men

a/n: preoccupied w/ work these days, and had to work unexpectedly on sat too </3 sorry i’m so inactive! also some isn’t explicitly aftercare, but they are all very soft :)

warnings: overall fluff but ofc contains nsfw at the start, pet names for all, praise, protected sex, implied breeding, tickle fight (gojo), unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (geto & nanami), implied fwb, cuddling, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (toji), protected sex, cuddling, pillow talk, p&p ref lol (choso)

ೃ⁀➷ GOJO

“oh, good girl, that’s it,” gojo mumbles out breathlessly, forehead against yours as you both come together. his lips continue to mutter out praises because he knew how much they affected you, and he hopes that you’d forget all of his saccharine words just so he could make you shiver and whimper all over again. your back arches into his hold one last time, digging your nails into his back.

“you did so well for me — shit — i didn’t think you still had any energy left,” gojo laughs breathlessly at how tired you two were after a mission, yet you know none of you could hold back on each other when passion took over. there’s a slight smile lingering on his face at your sweat-filled forehead and heaving chest and he loves, loves that he’s the only one to make you feel this way. the way moonlight weaves through the window makes you look stunning, and gojo’s smile can’t help but widen.

“what?”

he shrugs, removing his flaccid cock from you and eventually, the condom from himself. he ties a knot quickly, dumping it into the trash beside the bed, but before he can stand to get you a wet towel, he feels your weight on his arm. it makes his heart flutter and sends shivers down his spine at the thought of doing away with contraception altogether — how would you look with his baby? who’s features would they get? what— 

“satoru.” gojo snaps out of his stupor, observing silently while you moved across the bed to him (hell, you sometimes forget he has a king sized), kneeling so you’d almost be at his height. “why were you smiling at me earlier?”

he eyes you with a levelled stare, grin turning into a smirk, “nah, no, it was nothing, baby.”

“hmm… really?” your arms hang limply over his shoulders, “i feel like i should know, you know.”

gojo simply winks, cutting off the teasing atmosphere with a deep kiss before he takes advantage of the situation, hands flying to your sides and you yelp, loudly. your laughter breaks through the quietness at 1am, making your stomach hurt and body squirmy.

“just planning a tickle attack s’all, princess.”

“y-you— fiend!” you try your best to escape the torture, but gojo is relentless in seeing you suffer, his laughter mixing with yours as his initial agenda is yet again interrupted. “satoru!” you both collapse into the soft sheets, giggles slowly subsiding to broad smiles as you admire the other, and him, you.

“god, you’re beautiful.” gojo’s stare bores into you and you avoid eye contact just like every other time he’s told you that, but your lover made it a point to make it clear to you.

“i love you, my pretty girl.”

ೃ⁀➷ GETO

geto doesn’t stop giving you kisses even when he releases in you, helping you through the overstimulation by holding you tight until the euphoric feeling subsides and everything halts. there’s a moment of quietness, save for some concerned questions from your boyfriend like he hadn’t just blown your back out.

“sweetheart? you okay?” his eyebrows knit together, always worried that he might’ve hurt you in any way. but you’re always too tired to answer after, simply settling for a delicate hand to his face and a faint nod.

“kiss me,” it comes out as a whisper and dies out, dazed and still on cloud nine and geto indulges you like the lovestruck lover he is. even if he doesn’t need your palm to guide him, he lets your hand bring him right to your lips where they lay waiting. his kiss is soft, unlike before, moulding against your lips perfectly and like always, it makes you sigh and smile. “how’re your lips always so soft?”

geto smiles, hair falling from his loose hair tie. it shields his face and you think he looks like a greek god. “they just are, darling.”

your boyfriend’s always prepared when it comes to cleaning you up, so he usually has towels draped across the bedside table’s railing. wetting it with some water, he warns you gently with the free hand that strokes your thigh.

“but i also sorta use the lip balm gojo uses.” he cheekily admits, hand still diligently wiping at your core. he makes sure to cover it one, twice, thrice, before turning around to stand up. “i can buy it and we’ll share it instead.”

from here, his eyes skim over how the sheets cover you, and how your pose is provocative yet guarded — like an unnamed muse in a romanticism painting. there’s a teasing tone in your smile, a slow and languid drag to your movements. your dramatic gasp cuts off his thoughts, and your acting falls apart when you see geto’s jaw dropping in faux shock, “so you’ve been indirectly kissing your best friend this whole time? how dare you, suguru?”

geto slaps you lightly with the towel, laughing, “you’re crazy.”

“and that’s why you love me.”

he simply rolls his eyes, crawling back onto the bed to come face to face with you, the you who’s still feeling a bit playful, the you who grins at him and thinks that you like your suguru unkempt and messy and drunk in love with you.

the kiss tastes a bit like cigarettes, a little less prominent than earlier, but it tastes like him, nevertheless. “yeah, yeah. although, you’re the only one i’d wanna kiss — no one else, but you.”

ೃ⁀➷ NANAMI

nanami groans into your neck with a final thrust, skin feeling the way your body shivered and trembled at how his cock twitches in you. he pumps you full, drinking in the moans of his name and he stays sheathed in you, face buried in your neck like none other. you realise it’s his favourite position — to stay close to you, to feel your pulse, to hear the almost inaudible sounds.

“you’re perfect, fuck,” nanami says, breathless, body propped up with his elbows by your ears; and of course you’ve heard your lover swear — at gojo, at some stubborn curse, at the terrible dishwasher in your home in kuantan and at you, sometimes, but never said like this. nanami looks at you like you’ve the breeze of the beach and the sunset that dips below the horizon.

you had the privilege of seeing that everyday, yet nanami choses to look at you each time, even if you’re always fixated on the scene. today you get the chance to see the love he has stored for you within his irises, and before you can retaliate, you feel his lips on you. nanami moans into the kiss, the need to feel you again taking over him as he deepens it, kissing down your jaw and neck and chest until you remember the abandoned pancake batter you were mixing.

“kento, honey,” he hums into your chest, acting like a child dreading school. “we can’t leave the batter out in the open.”

nanami grunts, “just leave it. i’ll cook eggs and have some kaya on toast or something later.”

“but that’s exactly why we decided to cook pancakes!” you laugh softly, hands running through his blonde hair. it’s starting to whiten a bit, too, but you don’t mind. if anything, he makes getting old look good, “to have a change from our normal breakfast.”

nanami sighs, blinking tiredly at you as he lifts his head to look at you, and every time he fails to resist your expression. you’re not even doing anything, sitting there looking pretty and your husband simply can’t fathom the action of saying ‘no’. he doesn’t want to move from his place — because your profile against the endless stretch of the ocean is a vision he never thought would come true.

nanami gives in, like he always does.

“fine, you win.”

you cheer with a big grin that escalates into giggles as nanami sweeps you off the sheets, placing a kiss against your temple. he smiles at you, at the possibility of living here until he dies; and if that possibility is compromised, he’d fight to make it okay again. he would bring them to hell himself if he could.

nanami kento never liked killing curses, but for you, he would spill blood again just to keep you safe.

ೃ⁀➷ TOJI

“you’re gonna take all of my cum, yeah?” toji never gave up the chance to fuck you stupid, always propped up in some dingy motel while the money from his sorcerer missions are left on the bedside table. he has yet to splurge it, the need to gamble getting less and less the more and more he sees you. he grunts into your hair behind, one hand under your leg and the other on your waist as he spills into you.

“that’s a good whore. good job, angel,” your pupils are blown wide at the unexpected orgasm, hitting you like a truck that you’re begging for toji to slow down until he pulls out and his cum drips to the floor. but you notice he doesn’t scoop it up and tease you like always, he doesn’t tell his little insults while slipping on his pants, nor does he avoid aftercare like the lazy and non-chivalrous man he was — no, you notice the silent movements of toji. he was never this quiet, surprising you even more when he sits on the bed.

“what the hell are you starin’ at?”

you swallow. after all, he was still a large, bulking man, and while his gruff voice did wonders, it always made you a little terrified out of sex. “oh— uhm, nothing.” with another sigh from him, your curiosity gets the better of you, inching towards his side of the motel bed with cautious steps. “toji-san?”

his hands are hesitant to reach out towards you, but they make haste to grip onto your waist and although they’re nothing like the rough ones earlier, you still get a flutter in your heart at how big his hands seem to be. they wrap around your waist before his head falls onto your stomach. too scared to ask, you just settle for playing with his hair, content with the warmness of the embrace.

“you make me confused, woman.”

frowning, you raise his head from his safe place, “how so?”

you’re careful, because you know about toji’s past through rumours, you know about his hesitancy to show vulnerability. you’re holding his heart, and you’re hoping the words you mutter out don’t shatter and make him bleed again. toji grunts, yanking you down to sit beside him before staring into space as the night winds down. you can both hear the rooms quietening down and the world going to sleep.

“i don’t like this.”

and your heart breaks, because of how toji hates love and how every experience has never ended positively. we fuck and i leave, got it? if you tell me you like me or something, i’m breaking this off. so you lean forward to hold his cheek, offering a small smile.

“it’s okay if you don’t, i’ll be here no matter how you’re feeling; i won’t even say a word.”

toji curls his lip in disgust, but you know he doesn’t mean it when he grabs your hand, “that line was cheesy. i fuckin’ hate it.”

“it was good, i liked it.”

he only shakes his head with a sigh and lies down along with a gesture that says are you coming or what? before your smile is uncontainable and you’re moving to his side. even if you’ve only known what his body feels against you, you’re already hoping it’d happen again and toji reluctantly feels the same, wrapping an arm around your waist with lips to your hair. your heart soars when he doesn’t move away from your hand interlacing with his.

“not a word.”

you giggle at his tone, and the harshness of it. and if you read in between the lines, you’d see that there’s a bit of endearment in him, you just hoped you had the rest of your life to make him love love again.

ೃ⁀➷ CHOSO

“oh my, you feel so g-good,” choso has been brought down to nothing but whimpers as he reaches his high, knuckles white as he grips onto your ass tightly. it feels heavenly, and for a curse who doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing in the human realm, choso feels heavenly as he chants out your name like a mantra. his hips buck into you, chasing the last bit of his orgasm with you.

breathing together, you hold his face gently as you bask in the tender moment. his skin is pale and matches the rays from the moon, a glimpse of the sickly white colour that otherwise decorates the rock in space. no words are exchanged between the two of you, but you nod in question and he replies with the same gesture.

“i didn’t think it would feel this good,” he sighs, removing his hair ties from his twin buns as it’s all been messed up, letting his hair fall about his nape and shoulders. “thank you, darling.”

you make a noise, flustered at the pet name he uses, vaguely remembering talking about human relationships to him. so names like baby cakes are too cheesy, and anything beyond that is even worse — but what do you like, (y/n)? choso merely smiles at your reaction, pulling you to his chest to flip you over.

“i’ll pull out now, okay?” he whispers and when he hears a small okay from you, he pulls out and removes the condom. “are you okay, darling?”

“yes, yes i am, choso.” leaning up, you plant a small peck on his lips. “you sure are learning fast, aren’t you?” it garners a smile from the other because he knows what you’re talking about, and he plans to use it if it makes you stumble over your words and heat up and cover your face.

“i have a good teacher.” there’s the soft look in choso’s eyes. it’s one where you don’t notice as you train with yuji and trim his hair. there’s also his slight smile. it’s when he doesn’t want you to find out how high up on cloud nine he is when you play with his hair, and among other things. in this moment, it’s perfect, you think — lost in each other with no words muttered. you smile and choso smiles, and then laughter spills from you and he follows.

“i love you,” the words wouldn’t even need to be said, but choso says it anyway. his voice breaks and he sounds like he’s going to cry just holding you, but your beauty washes it away and he reminds himself not to sob over something that’s not lost. after all, you have bewitched him, body and soul — to be away from you would be a crime that he would never want to commit in his long life. not now, not in the future.

loved writing this but imma go to sleep now. love & reblogs are appreciated <3