we are a joined acc of two best friends who always share their delulu dreams
jo | 20y/o | virgo | she/her | @ninisarkve
andra | 20 y/o | cancer | she/her | @andrasdreamss
✶⋆.˚ requests are open, feel free to request any crazy idea you might have !!!
✶⋆.˚ jo is a september virgo and andra is a june cancer
✶⋆.˚ hard no for us -> real incest (faux is fine, it's tolerable hahaha), non-consent (cnc is debatable), anything with a minor, pet play, cannibalism (i once read one and until today i'm triggered)
✶⋆.˚ we also accept x male reader requests, just keep in mind we both are female, but we will do our research to make it as accurate as possible !!!
✶⋆.˚ english is not our first language
✶⋆.˚ hard yes for us -> enemies-to-lovers, filthy smut (yes ask for it, we don't mind hahaha), any au you might think of, slowburn, angst, friends-to-lovers, if you want a long series we will do it !!!
✶⋆.˚ characters we will write ab the most -> remus lupin (jo), james potter (andra), regulus black (jo), sirius black (andra), you can totally request w other marauders characters but that's our main, yuji itadori (andra), megumi fushiguro (jo), nanami (jo), gojo (andra), geto (jo), steve harrington (jo), billy hargrove (andra), lexie gray (jo), mark sloan (jo), jackson avery (andra), neteyam (jo), lo'ak (andra), jake sully (andra). you can request other characters, we will look up anything that we don't know !!!
💌| new acc, we wanted to make this since ages ago, we hope you enjoy as much as we do !!!
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, established relationship, soft dom yuuji energy but mostly switchy/pleaser yuuji, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, praise, mild possessiveness, yuuji is a little sweaty from training (sorry not sorry), aftercare mention
notes: first smut i've evert written to post, pls be nice • reader has a bit of a size difference kink (yuuji’s big everywhere) • reblogs & comments keep me alive ily 💌 • BOTH YUUJI AND READER ARE FOURTH YEARS AND OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!
the dorms are quiet after 1 a.m.
most students are passed out from training or pretending to study while scrolling. yuuji’s room smells like clean sweat, citrus body wash, and the faint vanilla of your shampoo that’s somehow ended up on his pillow permanently.
he’s still wearing his black compression shorts and nothing else — skin shiny, chest rising fast from the late night workout he dragged you along for “just to keep him company”. liar. he just wanted your eyes on him while he lifted.
now you’re both on his narrow bed, your back against the headboard, legs spread over his broad shoulders while he kneels between them like it’s the only place he belongs.
“been thinking about this all day,” he mumbles against your inner thigh, voice muffled and warm. his pink hair is a mess; strands stick to his forehead. “could barely focus on punches ‘cause i kept picturing you like this.”
you laugh breathlessly. “you’re so —”
he cuts you off by dragging his tongue flat up your cunt, slow and deliberate.
your hips jump.
“shhh. let me take care of you, baby.”
yuuji eats you out like he’s starving and you’re his favorite meal. no teasing, no edging bullshit — just hungry, open-mouthed kisses and messy swirls around your clit until your thighs tremble. he groans every time you tug his hair, the sound vibrating straight through you.
“taste so fucking good,” he pants, cheeks flushed dark. “could do this for hours.”
you’re already close when he slips two thick fingers inside, curling them just right while his lips close around your clit and suck.
“yuuji — fuck —”
“yeah?” he looks up at you with those big doe eyes, lips glossy, chin dripping. “gonna come for me? want you to. please.”
that ‘please’ does it.
you arch, thighs clamping around his head as you come hard, gasping his name. he doesn’t stop — keeps licking softly through it until you’re whining from overstimulation and weakly pushing at his forehead.
he pulls back with the goofiest, proudest grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“good girl,” he breathes, crawling up to kiss you deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue.
your hands are already fumbling at his shorts, shoving them down just enough. his cock springs free — thick, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. he’s so hard it looks painful.
“need you,” you whisper against his lips. “inside. now.”
yuuji makes a broken little sound in his throat.
“fuck — yeah. yeah, baby.”
he lines up, rubs the head through your slick folds a few times, then pushes in slow.
your breath catches at the stretch. he’s big — bigger than anyone you’ve been with before him — and he knows it. always goes careful at first, watching your face like you might break.
“still okay?” he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours.
“mhm. more.”
that’s all he needs.
he bottoms out with a shaky exhale, hips flush to yours. for a second he just stays there, breathing hard, letting you adjust while he scatters soft kisses over your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids.
“you feel so perfect,” he whispers. “like you were made for me.”
then he starts moving.
slow at first — long, deep rolls of his hips that make you see sparks behind your eyelids. but the longer he goes, the more desperate he gets. his grip on your thighs tightens, blunt nails digging in just enough to sting sweetly.
“fuck — you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans. “gonna make me lose it.”
“then lose it,” you gasp, nails raking down his back. “want you to fuck me hard, yuuji.”
something in his eyes flashes.
next thrust slams deep enough to make you cry out. the bed creaks under you both. he’s panting against your neck, mumbling half-formed praise and filthy promises.
“so pretty when you take it — fuck — gonna fill you up, okay? want you dripping with me.”
you clench around him at the words.
he moans loud enough you’re sure someone down the hall heard.
“shit — you like that? want my cum inside?”
“yes — please —”
he fucks you faster, harder, hips snapping. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room along with both your moans.
“gonna come,” he warns, voice wrecked. “gonna come so deep — fuck, baby —”
you come first — clenching down so hard he almost blacks out for a second. your nails bite into his shoulders as you shake under him.
yuuji follows right after with a choked “oh fuck—” burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you, hot and thick, hips stuttering through it.
he collapses on top of you, sweaty and trembling, but careful not to crush you. his face nuzzles into your neck.
“love you,” he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses to your pulse. “so much.”
you card fingers through his damp hair, smiling.
“love you too, dummy.”
he stays inside you a while longer, soft now, just holding you. eventually he pulls out slow, watching his cum leak out with the dumbest, most lovesick expression.
“that’s so hot,” he whispers.
you swat his shoulder weakly. “perv.”
“your perv,” he grins, already reaching for the towel on his desk to clean you both up.
after he’s done — gentle wipes, soft kisses, pulling you into his chest under the blanket — he whispers against your hair,
warnings: none really, just pure fluff, established relationship, james being dramatically in love, mentions of butterbeer & quidditch victory celebration
notes: hope you like it, first post of andra in the acc, ly, please keep the support, more is coming 💌
the common room is alive in a way that only happens after a quidditch win against slytherin.
music thumps from a charmed record player, firewhiskey bottles clink like trophies, laughter bounces off the crimson walls. the fire roars brighter than usual, enchanted flames licking gold and scarlet. everyone’s flushed and loud and invincible.
and then there’s you.
you step through the portrait hole a little late, hair still wind-tousled from cheering so hard your voice cracked during the final dive. your dress catches the light like it was woven from starlight and leftover victory, soft, flowing fabric that shimmers between silver and deep midnight blue, hugging you in all the right places before spilling out like liquid moonlight. tiny charmed fireflies drift around your shoulders, orbiting you like you’re the center of the universe.
james sees you and forgets how to breathe.
he’s mid-laugh with sirius, broom still propped against the couch, quidditch robes half-unzipped and hair more disastrous than ever. but the second his eyes land on you, the room narrows to just one point.
“merlin’s bloody beard,” he mutters, mostly to himself.
sirius follows his gaze and smirks. “down boy.”
james doesn’t hear him.
he’s already moving, cutting through the crowd like he’s chasing the snitch again. people part without thinking—james potter on a mission is a force of nature.
when he reaches you, he stops short, like he’s scared getting too close might ruin the view.
“hi,” he says, voice softer than anyone’s ever heard it. his glasses are slightly crooked. he doesn’t fix them.
you smile, shy and bright all at once. “hi, captain. nice catch out there.”
he laughs once, breathless. “you saw that?”
“i saw everything.” you tilt your head, fireflies dancing in your hair. “you were brilliant.”
james swallows. he’s captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, he’s faced bludgers and slytherins and detention more times than he can count, but right now he feels like a first-year tripping over his own tongue.
“you—” he starts, then stops. tries again. “you look… i mean, bloody hell, love. you look like you walked out of a dream i didn’t know i was allowed to have.”
your cheeks warm. “james—”
“no, seriously.” he steps closer, close enough that you can smell the grass and leather and faint butterbeer on him. his hand finds your waist like it belongs there. “i’ve won matches before. i’ve celebrated before. but i’ve never felt like this. like the win doesn’t even matter next to you standing here looking like… like that.”
he gestures vaguely at all of you—dress, glow, everything—like words are failing him spectacularly.
you laugh, soft. “you’re ridiculous.”
“i’m in love with you,” he counters, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “that’s worse.”
“worse?”
“infinitely worse. devastating, really.” his thumb brushes your side, gentle. “i look at you and my brain just… stops. full quidditch-pitch silence. and then it starts screaming your name on loop.”
you bite your lip to keep from grinning too wide. “poetic.”
“i try.” he leans in, forehead touching yours. around you the party keeps going—remus is trying to stop peter from doing shots off the table, sirius is yelling something about a conga line—but it’s background noise.
“dance with me?” james asks, voice low like a secret.
“here? in the middle of all this chaos?”
“especially here. especially now. i want everyone to see how lucky i am.”
you pretend to think about it for half a second.
then you slip your hand into his. “lead the way, potter.”
he does—pulls you gently into the open space near the fire, where the light is warmest. one hand on your waist, the other holding yours, he starts swaying even though the music is too fast for it. doesn’t matter. he’s making his own rhythm.
you rest your head on his shoulder. he presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your hair, then one more because he can’t help it.
“i’m never letting this win go,” he murmurs against your skin.
“the match?”
“no.” his arms tighten around you. “this. you. us. never.”
and in the glow of the fireflies and the fire and the fairy lights someone strung up across the ceiling, you believe him.
because james potter looks at you like you hung the moon.
→warnings: degradation, creampie, dumbification if you squint.
→notes: my first fanfic here, hope you like it, its short!! not proofread, let me know if there are any mistakes. lowercase on purpose
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧
anger, you found out, was one of the first indicatives for a full moon coming close.
“i’m sorry…” you stutter out, big calloused hands gripping your waist as he moves in and out of you. his answer? a sole grunt, followed by a meaner thrust.
you weren’t really sorry, you knew how close the full moon is, how his mood changes with it, and you also knew how good sex was at that point. so, naturally, you did the only right thing: piss off Remus until he fucks you stupid. you were being dragged to his room before you even realized it.
your nails grip his back in a attempt to cling into something, to find a place where you don’t entirely feel like a ragdoll being messed around with, leaving red marks along his shoulder blades—one more scratch to the ones he would get in a few days by himself. soft whimpers leaving your mouth next to his hair.
“isn’t this what you wanted? isn’t this why you’ve been such a brat?” the warmth of his gasps and words hit against your neck, right next to the brand new bite marks your body owns thanks to him. you can’t talk, not as eloquently as him, at least, granting you a slap in the thigh by the lack of response.
you really try, but the moment your mouth opens, there’s only pathetic sounds that come out in the rhythm of his thrusts. one of his hands move to your jaw, gripping it tight, your eyes, foggy and teary, lock in his, you can almost feel the intensity of them burn you.
“what happened to that smart mouth, hm? too dumb to function? should i give it a better job?” he asks, condescension dripping out of his tone.
you can feel how close you are, your hand sneaking down in between your bodies to caress your swollen bud, bringing yourself to your release with a dragged gasp, he smirks.
his hand releases your face, moving down to your neck where it rests, occasionally gripping for stability as his own release moves closer to him.
it’s too much, you feel it, the overstimulation, the lack of air in your lungs, his grunts next to your ear, and then, his hot, sticky release inside.
his demeanor changes immediately, taking air, the constriction of his hand becoming a soft caress in your cheek, the one gripping your waist now helping you move to a better position in his bed.
“Still with me, love?” he asks, low and soft. if you weren’t so worn out, you would have laughed by the quickness of his change, however, you only manage to nod.
the minutes while he cleans you and him are a blur, tiredness washing over you the moment he dresses you with a long, old shirt.
“was I too rough?”
his question lingers as he moves closer to you in bed, chin over your head, forcing you to nuzzle closer to his chest, the scent of sex still lingering, now mixed with his natural scent.
