Ivory🕯️

ivory - she/her, 9teen

mostly do fem!reader but i am open to any reqs <3

please send requests <3

can do : aot, jjk, blue lock, haikyuu and more!

i do mostly fluff and angst!

lowk don't really proofread my works so it might have errors

featuring vampire!hugo x reader

not proofread!

vampire!hugo who becomes obsessive over your health because he believes humans are "fragile" vampire!hugo who tracks your sleeps, makes sure you've had all your medicine and if you ever fall ill, he'll be there for you through it all vampire!hugo who uses you as his personal radiator because he's always so cold. vampire!hugo who hates arguing with you but when theres arguments he handles everything logically not giving you a chance to be mad at him vampire!hugo who can sense changes in your mood easily, it's impossible to hide anything from him vampire!hugo who shows his love through his actions, like making your favourite meals, or buying a book you forgot you even talked about vampire!hugo who's eyes soften everytime he looks at you, speaking more than words ever could vampire!hugo who loves buying you pieces of jewellery, carefully picking everything out for you. vampire!hugo who makes sure he has your location at all times - always watching you so you're always safe vampire!hugo who loves listening to your heartbeat, often resting his hand on your wrist to feel the familiar rhythm he now calls home. vampire!hugo who is always so gentle with you, you sometimes doubt how dangerous he can appear to the rest of the world. vampire!hugo who loves teaching you different hobbies, like playing chess or playing the piano, he loves watching you learn alongside him vampire!hugo who is obsessed with your hair - whenever he brushes it, it's always a feather like touch so gentle you wonder if it's even there

this was soo fun to write!

requested by @yuumei012346

itoshi rin x fem!chubby!reader showering/bathing together pretty pretty please ???

many thanks !

silver linings in the steam - itoshi rin

featuring itoshi rin x fem!chubby!reader , fluff!

The bathroom is completely choked with steam, turning the space into a warm, blurred sanctuary cut off from the rest of the world. The hot water reaches just below your chest, and across from you, Rin is leaning back against the edge of the tub. His wet, dark hair clings to his forehead, framing eyes that look unusually relaxed, stripped of their usual sharp, competitive edge.

Your legs are intertwined under the water—his long, toned calves brushing against the soft curve of your thighs.

Without a word, Rin reaches out. His long, calloused fingers hook gently behind your knee, pulling you forward until you’re sitting right between his thighs, your back resting securely against his chest. He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, his hands resting flat against your stomach, letting the weight of his palms sink into your softness.

For a long time, neither of you says anything. The only sound is the occasional drip of the tap and the heavy, rhythmic rise and fall of Rin’s chest against your back.

Slowly, his right hand moves. He lifts his index finger and begins to trace lazy, drifting patterns against your skin underwater. He follows the soft curve of your hip, dragging his finger upward to trace the shape of your waist, then down again. His touch isn't hurried or frantic, instead, it’s incredibly deliberate, almost hypnotic.

To a genius soccer player whose entire life is defined by perfect angles, calculation, and hard muscle, your body is a masterpiece of a completely different kind. It’s warm, incredibly soft, and completely comforting. It’s the only place where his hyper-analytical mind actually shuts up.

"Rin?" you murmur, shifting slightly in his grip. "What are you doing?"

"hmmm," he hums, and his voice holds none of its usual bite. It’s low, raspy, and thick with the heat of the room.

He presses his lips against the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your damp skin. His finger continues its slow journey, tracing a line across your stomach before his whole hand spreads out again, squeezing your waist firmly, anchoring you to him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Perfect right here."

featuring - suna rintarou x reader, fluff!

not proofread!

You let out your tenth heavy sigh of the evening, rubbing the bridge of your nose as the numbers and formulas on the page began to blur together. This exam had slowly been taking over any last ounce of sanity you had. You had to force your eyes not to shut close against the unbearable boredom and tiredness that followed your study session. You had been in this position for 3 hours - trying to stick the formulas into your head that just didn't wanna stick.  Suddenly, a long, pale hand reached across the desk. With a definitive snap, Suna slid your textbook shut. "what the -" you exclaimed, surprised, spinning around in your chair. Suna was sitting on the edge of your bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him, looking at you with that hooded, unreadable expression of his. He didn't look remorseful at all. "You've been reading the same page for twenty minutes," he said flatly, holding out an arm and lifting the edge of his blanket. "We're taking a break. Come here." "Rin, I'm serious, I have to finish this chapter before tomorrow," you groaned, though your shoulders slumped in defeat. The warmth radiating from his bed was a dangerous temptation. "And I'm serious. You're going to give yourself a headache, and then I’m going to have to listen to you complain about it all morning." Suna didn't drop his arm. Instead, he gave the duvet a slight, impatient nudge. "Five minutes. The book isn't going to grow legs and walk away." Realizing you weren't going to win against his stubbornness, you let out one last dramatic sigh, pushed back your chair, and walked over to the bed. The moment you crawled under the covers, Suna didn't waste a second. He shifted onto his side, his long arm immediately looping around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He was entirely too warm, smelling faintly of his laundry detergent and the mint gum he'd been chewing earlier. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his messy, dark hair tickling your skin as he let out a low, satisfied hum. "You're freezing," he muttered, his grip tightening as if he could physically force his body heat into you. "That's what happens when you sit at a desk for three hours." You relaxed into him, your hand finding its way to the back of his neck, your fingers gently playing with the short hairs at the base of his skull. Suna closed his eyes, completely melting into the touch. For a guy who spent his entire day being sharp and calculating on the volleyball court, he was incredibly soft when it was just the two of you. He didn't say anything else, his breathing slowing down to a steady, rhythmic pattern that instantly began to lull you to sleep. "Rin?" you whispered after a few minutes of quiet. "It's been five minutes." "I lied," his voice was muffled against your skin, thick with sleep. His arm tightened securely around your waist, locking you into place. "We're sleeping now. Book closed."