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@jiyuspassion
prettiest magnolia in may... 𝑗𝑖𝑦𝑢 | 23 | 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑝 | 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑜 | 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 （𝑗𝑗𝑘－𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐）| 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟 | 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛】
⋆︎. now, follow the fireflies down the bayou...
THE BAYOU (masterlist)
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𑣲. several nsfw qifrey headcanons i have , (mdni) .ᐟ
qifrey, who is a gentleman that favorites positions to admire your beautiful face and appreciate the various expressions that appear upon it. knowing that how his lips or hands delicately skim over your supple skin elicits such tantalizing reactions from you is a divinity all in itself.
qifrey, who worships every inch of you. for him, your body's like a carefully crafted spell, meant to be picked apart and studied bit by bit under his watchful gaze. how's he ever supposed to learn about you if not in front of a mirror?
qifrey, who experiences a complete unraveling each and every time he is graced with the privilege of tasting your cunt. the moment your wetness coats his tounge, gone is the patient teacher and level-headed witch he is. his ink stained fingers would dig into either of your thighs in a feeble attempt to draw you closer to his mouth, greedily suckling on your clit as he ruts against the mattress' edge, the tip of his weeping cock staining the sheets a darker hue.
qifrey, who consistently praises you. it appears to be an innate characteristic, as he seems incapable of speaking ill of his beloved. with your lips wrapped around his erect cock and eyes locked upon his blazing blues, he'll smile and use a hand to caress your cheek. "that's it, my love. you are doing a wonderful job and look so very beautiful on your knees for me."
qifrey, no matter if he's above or below you, is a whimpering mess through and through. he believes himself physically incapable of groaning lowly as he cums deep inside of you. sometimes, you'd even catch a glimpse of shimmering, pleasure filled tears trickling down the slopes of his cheeks.
qifrey, who's not above lightly teasing you with his breath. blowing one or two gentle puffs of air against your dripping slit before he tounges your quivering hole, panting softly against the shell of your ear as he thrusts into you from behind and eagerly watches the goosebumps grace your flesh.
qifrey, who occasionally entertains his fantasy of his atelier's watchful eye and long-time friend, olruggio, pound you into the mattress as he watches from afar. he'd never dare be rough with you, so why not have a mutually trusted companion do it for him?
⤷ a/n ; oh qifrey how i love you, and a massive thank you to my two treasures suki and jiyu for helping me think up some of these. <3 (the alpha!yuki × omega!reader × omega!choso is coming soon!)
— 🏷 :: @jiyuspassion, @lilithkleia, @xxvendettaxx, @senalaced, @kalatiii, @chloeee20.
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mean!reader riding frat!sukuna until he cries!
fem!reader ⸝⸝ smut, p in v ⸝⸝ sub!kuna ⸝⸝ art credits: @/to00fu
a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH
sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.
“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.
“please—“
“please what, kuna? use your words.”
you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.
he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.
you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.
his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.
the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.
the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.
he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.
“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.
“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.
maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?
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hi everyone, today i received some very, very unfortunate news. because of this, i am not going to be active for a while. i just need a moment to process it all. i'm not sure when i'll be back, but it might be a while.
love you all <3
HI JIYUU
HI BEAUTIFUL!! how are you 🥹
hi kali hope you're doing well kisses kisses mwah
just curious... how do you think tamsy would be with reader who is super shy 👀👀
thoughts? opinions?
i really like how you write tamsy so i thought i would send in a lil ask 🥰
HELLOOOO USER JIYUSPASSION!!
OKKKK so this has been collecting dust for a little while but i think i'm ready to share my thoughts with you jiyu 🤭
TO START, i think tamsy would be perfect with a quiet girlfriend? not necessarily shy, but someone who's just as ambiguous as him and won't tell too much of his business … ykyk
for starters i don't think he'd ever let you out of his sight … not because he thinks you need someone to baby you, but because he's become addicted to the way you instinctively look for him? there's an odd sense of pride he gets when your eyes just shoot to his for comfort, orrr when you tug at his uniform when a conversation is taking too long.
small things that would go unnoticed by many, but are forever engraved in the sick mind of tamsy caines (im in love)
his inability to leave you alone is another thing. he always feels like he needs to push you out of your comfort zone. he'll offer the both of you up for missions he knows are just a little too out of your league, and act all prideful when you call on him for help.
definitely teases you about it after aswell, tells you that this is no way to "get stronger if he always has to save you" (he loves it)
condescending too, and in a way that's almost like fond? even on a daily basis he's a tease, but add on being shy you'll never hear the end of it. "silly girl" or "dumb girl" before you even have the chance to try anything, he's already moving to help you out.
he finds every aspect of you infatuating, and dare i say entertaining? 🤔 he's got a read on you that he thinks is deeper than the read you have on yourself, he picks up your habits and tics before the two of you even start dating. from the moment he meets you he's keeping mental note on everything there is to know about you. .. and i think that's what makes him so interesting is that he's not just interested in surface level he wants to know what makes you you.
does that make sense? idk holy yap fest but i love this weirdo
sukuna eats reader's leftovers... and learns to regret it (not)
during a lazy afternoon, the refrigerator door had closed in the distance, the sound foreboding and short. sukuna was lounging in your shared bed, reading a book in perfect tranquil.
something was amiss. or was about to be.
keeping put in his spot, he watched the door of the bedroom as though he could peer through the material itself, trying to make sense of the impending doom clenching at his heart.
footsteps rapidly stomped against the wooden flooring with malicious purpose, the wind passing your figure was almost audible due to your furious gait. sukuna could hear you (he even knew how your footsteps sounded, from past experiences) getting closer to your shared room, closer, closer...
sukuna closed his eyes for a moment, accepting his fate before you had even yelled at him. all hell was about to break loose.
you burst through the door, the frame smacking against the stopper attached to the wall. fury was spelled on your face, leaving no room to guess just how you were feeling.
sukuna didn't speak, for his safety. his eyes kept their gaze on your fiery ones, tension snapping like a whip.
"you skank!" you started, thrusting a sharpened, prettily manicured (paid by yours truly) fingernail at your boyfriend, voice filled of betrayal and anger.
that was a new one. his brows raised in surprise, "skank?"
"yes, you gluttonous skank! you ate my leftovers!" you didn't allow yourself to breathe before you went on a tangent, your cheeks growing hot. "i went grocery shopping, i finished my work for the day, i even got off my ass to go to the gym! meanwhile, you're here, sitting all satisfied that you had the leftovers i was craving!" you went on for another five minutes, fuming and hangry.
sukuna let you rant, an almost amused look on his face. the smug little shit loved to get himself in trouble, and it showed.
"do you have anything to say for yourself?" you huff, crossing your arms. you scan him for any guilt, roaming his shirtless body, his tattoos rippling with each flex of his toned stomach...
god, get yourself together! the devil was trying to tempt you, but you were not about to relent. especially not after he ate your butter chicken. not to mention, practically licking the plate clean and leaving it on the counter!
"you were the one who left in the fridge for two days. i thought you didn't want it," he said, feigning innocence.
wrong answer.
if steam could come from your ears, it would be an indoor hazard by now. your lips pursed, eyes narrowing.
"you know i love that food."
"so do i."
"it wasn't yours!"
"it's not yours, either. not anymore."
with a frustrated growl, you paced around the room, occasionally glaring at the shameless man which made your anger boil over.
sukuna returned to reading his book, his shoulders tense. he thought he had gotten off rather lightly. you couldn't have that, could you? you would lose your honorary title of scary girlfriend.
giving him one more demeaning glance, your eyes caught a glimmer on sukuna's chest. like a crow to silver, your gaze caught the polished barbs of his nipple piercings.
play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
slowly slithering your way towards the bed, you put on your best, peacemaking face. sukuna looked up at you, raising a brow as you watched him expectantly. you nodded, gesturing for him to move his book.
sliding into his suspicious embrace, you slowly ran your hands up his body, batting your lashes innocently.
"what are you doing?" he was rightfully skeptical. after lecturing him with enough anger to turn the room's temperature up by a few degrees, you were now rubbing yourself against him, trying to get him to drop his guard.
it was working, to your luck and his dismay, because once your sharp nails lightly scratched against his chest and you kissed his neck softly, he melted like putty in your grasp.
"nothing," you murmured.
your fingers slowly slipped down the expanse of his pectorals, inching towards his precious nipples.
pinch!
sukuna jolted forward, the painful zap of your fingers clamping down on his pierced nipples making him yelp, an embarrassingly loud sound that was uncharacteristic of the brute.
through his pain-knitted gaze, he could see that vengeful grin plastered on your face, satisfied with his suffering.
"what? not so smart-assed now, are you?" you jeered. "go to the restaurant and get me that butter chicken or i will keep pinching until they're purple."
"ow! fine, damn! i'll go get the stupid chicken," sukuna scowled.
it was as if a poltergeist was exorcised from you, with the way your face turned pleasant and sweet in an instant. would he ever learn his lesson? probably not.
"thank you, baby. i'll be waiting right here!" you said happily, giving him a kiss on the cheek. you released him from his torture, his nipples red and aching. with a groan he lightly covered the poor things, surely to be sore.
"yeah, yeah, whatever."
no matter how many times he would get in trouble with you, sukuna lead with his stomach. to him and the organ, the fridge was fair game. your leftovers weren't free from this.
why want leftovers, anyway? he'd buy you anything you wanted, hot and ready.
just so he could have the rest.
a/n: writing whatever the fuck to get out of this stupid writer's block </333 brat suguru coming soon
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this is how my writing sounds to me
do you guys think ashveil would whimper
"qifrey is prettier than gojo" "gojo is hotter than qifrey" why are we pitting two beautiful queens against each other?
like come on guys we can all kiss and fuck no need for debate
hi jiyu, i made cookies do you want one
YES!!! send them my way i freaking love cookies
new fic coming never just discovered this game on roblox
apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life
Starry Cloud Dividers
Please credit @pixopix, likes and reblogs are appreciated!
hi lovey! Just wanting to pop in and say thank you for being such a lovely mutual and being so kind, getting to talk to you even if it's a pointless conversation or just two words exchanged is always a delight<33
SOUP!!! awww thank YOU for being such a darling mutual!! i truly enjoy interacting with you and just seeing you on my timeline is always great. i adore you and i hope we become closer <333.
i sincerely wish you the best health!!!
ily jiyu <33
I LOVE YOU!!!
to be clear, I believe younger artists and minors can write good fics (not to say “fanfic must always be good” either because it is a hobby and I still believe that as long as it’s done with love and the artist’s joy, it is good) and I believe it’s good when younger artists and minors start making art at young ages.
that said, a lot of fanfics out there that you read and love are done by adults with kids, jobs and responsibilities. adults who have years, decades of practice under their belts. adults who don’t let life and responsibilities take away their joy in creating.
someone’s love and passion don’t suddenly go away the second they reach a certain age. so if anything, I feel sorry for people who say “adults shouldn’t write fanfics or make fan art” because what these people really say is that they expect themselves to stop having fun and finding comfort in things that bring them joy and comfort the second they reach a certain age. it’s sad that they put an expiration date on their own fun and source of comfort.
