now, before you scroll— and too bad for the people that already did— i’m not here to “audition as your new favourite tumblrer”, or whatever. i am simply here to write and please the readbuds of fellow fanfic lovers such as me 😎.
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to begin, and i’ll keep it nice and simple, you can just call me creamyangeli, or put some of your own variation into it. creamy, creamcreams, cran, angeli.. don’t care, your choice!
to push the infamous mdni drama aside, i can assure you guys that i actually turned 18 this year, February sixth. about minors interacting with my own page.. well, i think everyone knows that a simple ‘mdni!!’ wont exactly stop anyone, which is pretty worrisome, but i will definitely be putting warnings in most of my posts tho, so rest (somewhat) assured.
i mostly write just smut and fluff, i’ll definitely alternate between the two. i will glaaaaadly take requests. by any means, please, don’t hesitate! after all, i wanna please you all 😉
about my interests, i really like…
- reading (duh)
- writing (double duh)
- photography
- music
- gaming
- . . .
──── RULES (call it corny, i know..)
I) any type of hate (discrimination, racism, sexism, misogyny, the whole entire shabang) will definitely not be tolerated. not towards me, nor anyone in the comments. a block is definitely guaranteed.
II) now this aint really a rule, cause i can’t stop y’all, but pleasepleaseplease don’t accuse me of using ai. it’s not like i’m a diehard ‘ai drains all the seven seas!!’ person, but i just in general despise ai. it’s so wacky and simply trash.
when you swear you’re funny asf and got hella good humor but most people are so braindead and such trend-followers nowadays that they don’t understand how amazing, wholesome and hilarious it is
clark kent, who had no desire of being in a relationship, until he had bumped into you at the Daily Planet.
clark kent, who couldn’t deny the way his heart thumped double when your cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink as you profusely apologized for getting coffee all over his suit, which he hadn’t even noticed— too busy getting lost in your eyes.
clark kent, who— ever since the little coffee incident— kept finding ways to bump into you, and eventually asking you if he could be your boyfriend.
clark kent, who after a while, started getting observations about how he did things differently after meeting you.
clark kent, who didn’t have a favourite colour, until you scrunched your little nose up and proudly announced that yours was yellow.
clark kent, who now puts loads and loads of sugar in his coffee— claiming he doesn’t like the bitter aftertaste anymore.
clark kent, who washes his hands after doing so in the bathroom, because “the handle is dirty as well.”
totally not your words.
clark kent, who started sending little, silly emoji’s after almost every message— saying he had always done that.
clark kent, who finally, after a while, admitted that he loved everything about you— not only the idea of you, but your little habits, likes and dislikes— so much, that he couldn’t help but imitate them.
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i was honestly bored and felt like writing a lil something for y’all. i feel like i’m waaay better at writing smaller stuff than long ahh one-shots, let alone stories. but anything for you guys ofc🥹
nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.
nothing, just thinking of how simon “ghost” riley would handle you while on your period.
would he be the type to simply tell you to ‘drink some water’ and not to be ‘dramatic’, or would he constantly be by your side and make sure you’re cuddled up and comfortable?
definitely the latter.
you were right about dying on your shared sofa— on your back, your right knee pulled up and your left arm slung over your forehead as the other clutched your stomach. god, is this what being pregnant felt like? you made a mental note to be extra careful during intercourse.
“fuuuck,” you grunted softly to yourself, shifting and squirming as your eyes fluttered and threatened to shut.
your head lolled to the side, glancing at the clock. near two in the damn morning.
simon should be home soon.
after just a bit more of suffering in silence, the sound of the front door opening sounded through the hall.
“… luv? i got your text, you alright?” his loud yet grounding footsteps seemed to get closer and closer, until his frame appeared in the living room.
grocery bag in hand, almost filled to the brim, still in full gear and the slightest of frowns on his face.
he approached the couch, before sitting down right near your head, tucking the blanket you were clutching underneath your butt.
“not feelin’ gud, hm?” he mused, his hand lingering on your arse, before lower and setting the plastic bag on his lap.
you nodded in confirmation, before pushing yourself up on your shoulders with a small groan, legs tensing as the cramps hit double.
as you peeked into the bag, those cramps suddenly seemed to disintegrate.
“si— hazelnut chocolate?” you gasped, quickly reaching in and snatching it out, holding it infront of your face as if it was supposed to be some magical, ancient artifact.
he gave a gruff and simple, single nod, watching your expression fade from pained to pure bliss.
“figured it’d help you cheer up. isn’t it two days early?” he cocked a brow, grabbing a new heating pad, a few packs of sour candy (your favourite), and a banana smoothie out of the bag.
and a punch of pads, tampons and panty liners in all different sizes and shapes.
yikes. and they’re always? you didn’t want to know how much that cost him.
“i got you some.. well, a lot of pads. still don’t understand t’difference between alla’ them.”
so typical. he kept track of your menstrual cycle, but couldn’t remember what type of pads he should buy.
you glanced back at him, a huge, toothy grin on your face.
“can i marry you?”
“… you already did.”
fast forward you had shoved the whole entire chocolate bar down your throat, sipped on the smoothie till the straw turned into a soggy mess, and snacked on the sourpatch kids.
simon lied right next to you, your head nestled on his chest and beneath his chin as his hand firmly cupped your slightly bloated tummy; rubbing slow and firm circles into the supple skin.
“feel better?” he spoke, his tone strangely soft for a war criminal.
“mhmm..” you nodded, satiated, warm and content.
“good.” his blue eyes turned to you, and he couldn’t deny the way his heart started beating a little faster.
he would most definitely get swiss-cheesed by his mates if they found out.
okay so no silly memes for this post, sorry guys🥹🩷🩷 and i definitely didn’t base this post off of me— like, who on earth likes hazelnut chocolate??… also why on EARTH are all decent menstrual products the same price as my head?? justice for women😕✌🏻
WARNING TAGS: smut, grinding and rubbing, sweet praising (😝), kissing, quite a bit of touching, slight edging, pet names, sensitive reader, no use of y/n
“hey, sweetheart.” the second his low, gravelly yet warm and steady voice sounded, your head whipped around.
there he stood. your lovely little big special forces soldier.
you were situated right infront of the stovestop, currently heating up some of the dinner you had made earlier when Simon came all too late to eat it.
he walked over, hair wet from the shower he had just taken, frame and stance screaming a casual yet such a breathtaking dominance, his gaze lingering on your face.
eventually he came to stand right behind you, wrapping his strong, beefy arms around your middle, carefully hooking his chin over your shoulder as he peered down at the pan.
“whatcha makin’?” he asked, those deep blue eyes flickering up to your own, almost admiring them.
pretty unusual for the big bad war criminal. ehem.
you blinked, trying to regain your control and resist the urge to turn beet red, before speaking in that soft tone of yours he absolutely adored.
“just heating up dinner. it went cold by the time you arrived.” you glanced at him, seeing how he gazed at you, before offering your husband a little smile. “am i hallucinating, or are you being clingy?”
simon immediately cocked a brow at that, an expression of unamusent washing over his face.
“don’t push it,” he simply grumbled, before sneakily reaching up and turning the stove off.
“wha— hey, what was that for? not hungry, or something?” you frowned, pulling back just lightly to look at him, his hands already intertwining with yours.
he firmly yet gently tugged at your hand, speaking rather quietly.
“please humor me. i bloody damned missed you.”
and just like that, the two of you were in the bedroom— hands all over eachother, moving and grinding up.
“just like that,” he whispered in your ear, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other stuck between your panties: fingers flicking right up against your buzzing clit.
you moaned quite loudly for just some foreplay, bouncing up and down against your husband’s fingers.
“f—fuck, Simon, I..” your head lolled back against the wall, your hands desperately gripping his shoulders.
his dark ocean eyes flickered up to yours, carefully analyzing your expressions.
“you wanna?” he simply asked, pumping his long, thick sausage fingers in and out of your sopping cunt.
seeing you nod was all he needed.
he leaned, a string of sweet yet such dirty words leaving his mouth in the form of a lullaby, helping you rock against his fingers— ‘t was no secret you were sensitive as hell.
buzzing just at the sight of his cock.
“my sweet, needy little wife. you gonna cum for me, hm? you gonna? ‘s okay— you can.”
his digits swirling around inside of you, combined with the lovely praised he uttered against your ear, you finally came— relief washing over you as you moaned and squirmed against his strong frame and the wall.
“there she goes,” he smirked lightly, helping you ride your orgasm out.
“expected nothing else from ‘er.”
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wrote this fucking bull instead of studying for my exams🥹🥹 anyway wish me luck !!
WARNING TAGS: smut, p in v, f!ngering, pleading, slight praise, kissing
nerdjo x fem reader
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“c’mon— please, baby,” he whispered, tugging relentlessly at those shorts you still vividly remember thinking he’d like.
now he was basically trying to tear them right off of you.
nerdjo groaned, head hanging low as you refused his touch, small hands planting onto his broad shoulders, pushing him away.
“i said no, ‘toru— are we here to hangout, or fuck?” you frowned, hand reaching up to flick his forehead, still leaning against the headboard of the bed. ignoring the desire buried not-so deep in your chest.
he huffed and puffed. nerdjo’s been pleading and begging with you, having dragged you all the way up to his bedroom.
satoru rolled his eyes, to which you frowned in response. “don’t give me attitude, now.”
his hands tore yours off of his shoulders, moving down to hold your hips as he basically slammed his face against your neck, lips closing around the skin, sucking and pressing tiny kisses to it.
“pleasepleaseplease, baby. i’ll do anything. anything. just.. let me have this.”
he pleaded, knee slipping between your legs and bumping up against your clothed cunt, making you gasp lightly.
that fucking bastard. he was surprisingly adamant for an awkward and timid guy like himself.
you grunted softly, eyes fluttering shut as his lips moved down to your throat, knee slowly shooting into action.
“f—ah, fine..” you finally gave in, body relaxing the slightest bit as he let out a pleased whined against your skin, wasting no time.
his thumbs immediately tucked into your shorts, tugging them down so fast the friction of the fabric getting pulled downwards so quickly against your legs almost burning.
he sat up straight, taking his shirt off and tossing it aside.
well, damn. your eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of his beefy biceps and absolutely ripped abs.
maybe this wasn’t that bad.
“how d’you wanna go?” he mumbled hurriedly, blue eyes shooting up and locking with yours, settling between your legs, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to the lacy seam of your panties, fingers slipping underneath your shirt and caressing your skin.
satoru soon took it off, throwing it away before it hit the floor with a soft, barely audible sound.
you whimpered softly as the cold air hit your bare skin; legs twitching as he tugged you down closer to his lower body.
“i.. rough, please.”
and that was all it took.
all of your clothes were off before you knew it— and so were his.
“holy shit, doll, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he groaned, cock getting rock hard at the sight. his fingers immediately started prodding at your clit, eyes watching your expressions intently.
satoru cocked his head to the side, slipping two large digits in at once, already pumping and curling right inside your tight cunt.
“so.. fuckin’ tight. gonna feel s’good around my cock,” he groaned, eyes never leaving yours.
needy and filthy moans filled the room, your walls spasming and already clenching around his fingers, a clear telltale sign of just how thirsty your cunt was for his fat shaft.
“‘s that good, huh? let me hear you, please. let me hear those pretty noises.” he huffed, knuckles deep inside of you.
it didn’t take long before he’d stretched you out plenty, taking his fingers out before hovering over you, eyes dark with lust and wanton.
“open up,” he mumbled, and you immediately complied— lips falling open as your eyes fluttered. he gripped your chin, shoving his wet fingers right into your mouth.
no need to tell you anything. you were already closing your lips around his digits, sucking and tasting your own essence, soft and pleased whines escaping from your mouth.
right after, he lined his throbbing cock right up your own, needy and pulsing clit, hand holding his shaft firmly as he nudged against your entrance.
you moaned loudly, shoulders shaking as you whined and pleaded with him.
“please— j’s do it-fuck, aah..”
how the tables have turned.
in a split second, his hips slammed against yours— his hard, fat dick sliding right into your dripping cunt, which happily seemed to squeeze around it and suck it all in. Satoru groaned out of pure pleasure.
You cried out loudly, legs twitching and trembling as he grabbed your thighs and slung them around his waist, hips repeatedly banging against yours.
“‘s too much.. ‘toru—mmpfh!” you moaned delightfully, cunt squeezing and creaming all over his shaft.
“‘m gonna.. i..”
it didn’t take long before you came, and he followed right after— typical. he wanted to get the last laugh.
nerdjo whimpered, collapsing right on top of you, face burying into your neck, panting softly.
“sh.. shit, angel. you..” he places both of his hands next to your head, pushing himself up and staring down at your wrecked face with wide blown eyes, before leaning down and peppering your face with kisses.
