omg what have you been up to?? Hope life's been treating you well!!
And I agree with the other anon. I would love another Yuuta fic!! I've reread the one where he eats reader out over and over again. I really like your writing :)
omg hi! i’ve been kinda focused on school actually, but i’ve been good! and i know </3 i’m so sorry, but i do have a little drabble in the drafts right now!
more yuuta will be coming soon, i miss writing for him 🥹
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
“seatbelt.” he’ll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
“is your location on?” he’ll ask as you’re actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
“when i call ‘n check up on you, you answer, got it? y’know i’ll come find you if you don’t.” he’ll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever you’re in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when you’re strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sun’s golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when you’re tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and you’re just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go ‘oops!’ he’s already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because you’re bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or who’s ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he can’t help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties you’re wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
he’s suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isn’t so bad, he thinks.
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zoro period comfort one shot / drabble!! little bit of cuddling on a sunny day
Zoro x Reader - Strangely Timed Comfort
On a strange day on the Sunny, Zoro sneaks off to his beloved’s room to solve an issue they’ve been having as of lately.
TW: Period pain/period cramps/period sex, slightly aloof Zoro, spoilers
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The light streamed through your window and over onto the sheets on your delicately made bed. The rocking back and forth of the Sunny made you more so sick to your stomach than you were previously. Being a pirate and being on your period was a combination that many a person wished they didn’t have to endure.
Unlike many others, though, you had Pirate Hunter Zoro to make your more miserable days just a bit more bearable.
This morning, you sat clutching a pillow to your chest while ignoring the sick feeling that every now and then flared up in your throat. Because of how terrible you felt, you barely noticed that the door to your bedroom clicked open and shut closed.
A large, calloused hand finds its way to your hip and offers it a squeeze.
“You’re still in bed?” Zoro, your boyfriend since you started this pirate journey with the Straw Hat Crew, asks you in a slightly worried and slightly judgmental tone.
You shrug faintly as an attempt to get him to remove his hand from your hip, not wanting to deal with his judgement, “I told you that I was cramping really badly this morning and warned you that I might not get out of bed. Your tone and attitude won’t change that.” You claim.
Zoro huffs in a childish manner, but he scoots over to sit next to you on the queen sized mattress, “…that just happens sometimes though.” He mumbles.
“That doesn’t make it any less of an inconvenience, Zoro.” You mumble out as his hand snakes around your waist and finds a place to sit on your lower stomach.
His thumb presses gently onto your sensitive stomach, earning the faintest of whimpers from you. At your unexpected reaction, he peers down at your face and gets this odd smirk on his face that could only possibly mean one thing for the two of you.
He glances over at the door, then back down at your gradually flushing face. He tilts his head as if to ask if what he’s about to do is okay, and you nod so as to approve his request.
Slowly, he moves the blanket off of you and moves his rough hands down to undo the buttons on your pants. Despite a bit of trouble, he manages to get them off of you and off of the side of the bed.
Warmth gathers between your legs as Zoro fumbles with his own pants as the tension in the room grows both sensually and awkwardly, if that’s even possible.
When he manages to do so, he’s all too eager to stick his giant, thick cock into you.
Zoro knows nothing about being gentle, so when he decides to really go for sex, you know you’re going to be sore the next morning… but at least it’s so much better than continuing to be distracted by your terrible cramps.
All he has to do is dip his tip into you to get you whimpering. It’s almost pathetic in his mind, but the more pathetic you are for him the better.
The further he goes in, the more you clench around him, making him moan and even whimper, though not to the same degree as you are.
One of his hands grabs onto your wrist and the slight jolt makes you open your eyes- and you’re so very glad you did.
You stare into his green eyes and pause at the sight of his green hair a mess and sweat dribbling down his face. It slides down his brow and over his lips- oh, his lips, how you wish you could feel them against your pussy, but that would have to wait for another day.
The heat builds and eventually snaps, causing you to practically scream out Zoro’s name followed by a beg that comes out as more of a demand for him to continue to pleasure you in a way only he can.
With the strong wave of your climax, he comes right after you and shouts your name out in tandem.
Slowly, your passionate moment comes crashing down when the two of you break apart for a split moment, Zoro eventually collapsing onto your chest with his face right between both of your tits.
“That was an appropriate distraction.” You mumble as you reach a worn out hand up to run through Zoro’s hair.
“Good.” Zoro replies, his voice slightly muffled in your chest, “That was the point.”
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obsessed with sukuna who’s inexplicably fascinated by the way you sleep. <𝟑
he does watch you from time to time but you never realize it. not in a creepy way, but more in a curious one. he mostly wonders why you seem to feel so relaxed in his presence, considering he strikes fear into the soul of anyone he comes upon— but not you. there’s something about you. something deeply annoying.
you’re cutely tucked between his sheets, a little drool dripping from your lips to the pillow. you’re completely relaxed, one naked leg sticks out of the covers while the sound of gentle little snores grace sukuna’s ears. defenseless and completely at his mercy but he finds nothing better to do than to stare.
he hasn’t touched you nor does he wish to disturb your sleep. it’s almost a whine of disgust that escapes his lips when you turn in your sleep and snuggle the pillow which smells just like him. you’re so insufferably adorable. sukuna’s fascinated by the way your rested cheek against the pillow makes your lips puffier and the way your breath follows a particularly peaceful rhythm in unison with the movement of your chest.
little did you know, he’s been staring for hours. watching you unintentionally scratch your hair or tighten your grip around the pillow you’ve been hugging tightly against your chest. your hair’s a mess but it flows beautifully with the messy covers of sukuna’s bed and your mouth opens when you’ve finally reached a deeper state of sleep. he has watched every single one of your movements carefully and still cannot pinpoint the reason why he cannot stop staring.
maybe it’s the fact that you’ve confidently assured him hours prior that you’d never sleep in the company of someone like him. failing miserably when the softness of the sheets overcame your stubbornness. or maybe it’s the way you’ve tried reaching for him even through the night. he had every intention not to allow you to touch him, but the time finally came when he was asleep and your hand found its place on his chest, following the breathing of his burning heart.
remembering how careless you both were disgust him. allowing you to touch him is one thing— because, yes, he allowed you, but to occupy his every thought every since you met him is infuriating. he couldn't even catch a break when you were sleeping. there’s a reason why he felt the need to stay and, of course, he’d refuse to ever admit that he had gone soft on you.
no.
he wants you to be terrified of him. he wants you to fear his name and worship the ground he walks on. he wants to feed on your tears and delight himself on your cries.
does he, though?
"’kuna.."
here it is again. you’re mumbling his name in your sleep and it takes every fibre of his being not to shut you up. an irritation. an itch in his plan. that’s what you were. a nuisance he needed to take care of. his hand moves on its own towards your neck, pointy nails ready to tear your skin apart but seems to stop just over your jaw. an hesitant groan almost wakes you up before you’re lulled back to sleep with long digits simply grazing your cheek.
"shut it, woman."
and before you know it, he’s caging you in his arms, breathing pattern slowly synching with yours while his other hands cover both of your bodies under the warm blankets of his comfortable bed. he won’t let you go until he’s rested and the king of curses does need a exaggerated amount of sleep with you snuggled against his chest.
The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.
IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!
There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.
I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.
SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?
Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.
And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...
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