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KISS IT BETTER — satoru gojo x f!reader

request | event masterlist | fluff : warm drinks

“do you like it?” satoru smiles at you from across the table, long arms and elbows resting on the wood.

steam warms your face, your palms cradling the ceramic mug.

“i haven’t even tried it yet!” you laugh, holding the cup to your lips. a little whine escapes him as he waits, aquamarine eyes watching you intently. through a chuckle, the hot chocolate - ‘his signature hot cocoa,’ he touted - slides past your lips.

it’s smooth and sweet and rich, and then suddenly all too hot.

as you swallow, your chest erupts in flames, struggling to breathe beyond strained coughs. tears brim in your eyes and you pant, the air doing little to cool your scratchy, aching throat.

satoru is by your side in an instant, brows arched up and pouting.

“my poor baby, what happened? was it too hot? did you burn yourself?”

with a nod, round tears begin spilling down your cheeks.

“let me see, let me see,” he urges, palms resting along your jawline.

sticking your tongue out, you breathe through your parted lips. he frowns at the raw, reddened skin.

“my poor girl,” he coos, his skin melting into yours. with a soft grin, he murmurs, “let me make it better.”

cool lips land on your cheek, trailing across your nose, down your jaw. peppering light pecks across your skin, satoru traces every inch, warmth shared between you. he reaches your stuck-out tongue and you can’t hold back a giggle.

“‘toru,” you whine, giving him a gentle shove.

“what?” with a tilt of his head, snowy hair shuffles across his glimmering eyes. “i’m just trying to kiss it better!”

your laugh is bright, winter sun warming your cheeks.

he places snowflake-light pecks over your face as you giggle before his gaze returns to yours.

“i have to ask though,” his tone now serious as he pauses. “did you like my hot chocolate?”

“i love it because you made it.” through a smile, you blow over the top of it, the liquid rippling below. “even if it burned the hell out of my mouth.”

giddy, satoru smiles, rubbing his nose against yours, leaning his lips down. he tastes sweet and warm, all chocolate and love.

a/n: THANK YOU TO MY BELOVED BIBI FOR REQUESTING THIS I LOVE YOU SM HOPE YOU ENJOYED SATORU BEING A GOOFY LITTLE SWEETHEART :33

[stormz369]

Intimate Stabbing - Damian Wayne

Outright Obsession - Tim Drake

Confused Pining - Jason Todd

"No one knows me like you do" - Dick Grayson

Lifelong Promises - Bruce Wayne

the five homoerotic love languages:

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 18: Jingle Bells: Our muses take a sleigh ride

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character: Spencer Reid

Naughty or Nice: Nice

A/n: Continuation of the Happy November fic

Spencer knew had to make it up to you, he hated knowing that he upset you. You meant the world to him, you were someone that made him feel happy, wanted. Though you forgave him he could still see the hurt in your eyes.

"Okay now open them." Spencer held his hands around your waist, a beautiful horse drawn sleigh in front of you.

The sleigh, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and pulled by two majestic horses, awaited you both.

Blinking back a few tears, you turned to look at Spencer with a weak smile on your face. "Spencer, what's this?"

"I'm making up for how much of a dick I was."

Shaking your head you placed a hand on his cheek then stepped close to kiss his forehead. "You weren't a dick Spencer...I over reacted."

"But I think it's cute you wish everyone those little things.."Spencer stated as he helped you into the carriage as he nodded to the driver. "So just enjoy this ride"

As you two settled under a thick, woolen blanket, the sleigh began to move, the sound of jingling bells filling the air.

Smiling, you nuzzled into Spencer side as his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze.

As you two rode through the snow-covered park you couldn't help but feel like the world around you both were in a winter wonderland. The moonlight reflected off the snow, casting a magical glow. You lent into Spencer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

“Look,” Spencer whispered, pointing to the sky just as shooting star streaked across the night, leaving a trail of light. “Make a wish.”

Closing your eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, once you opened them you found Spencer watching you with a soft gaze.

"What did you wish for?"

You smiled, your cheeks rosy from the cold. “My wish won't come true if I say it out loud." You teased.

Spencer, letting out his own chuckle let his eyes soften as he pressed his nose against yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. The world seemed to stand still, the only sound the soft crunch of snow beneath the sleigh and the beating of their hearts.

Once the kiss was broken, Spencer smiled softly squeezing your hand. "I love you."

"I love you too Spencer."

[dallianceangel]

Don’t Ever Change ❤️‍🔥🎄

i have no idea what made me write this 🤣

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

You’re laying on the hood of your car in your garage, legs resting against Happy’s shoulders and your knickers pulled down to your knees. Carollers can be heard in the distance singing Silent Night, their voices an unexpected yet beautiful soundtrack to this wild moment.

Happy’s grip tightens on your thighs as he increases the pace of his thrusts, his rough hands on your skin driving you crazy. A few moments later, his movements stop, having just noticed a stray tear fall down your cheek. “Are you crying?” he mutters, looking concerned, but a small smile appears when you look at him and giggle.

“I can’t help it,” you laugh, wiping the tears away. “Carol singers just make me emotional for some reason.”

He chuckles softly, brushing a kiss against your lips. “You’re something else, babe.”

You give him a teasing grin. “What can I say? I’m unique.”

Happy laughs in response as he starts moving again, lifting your legs higher. “And I love that about you. Don’t ever change.”

[promise-you-doie]

From Home | Jung Jaehyun

For all the valentines who wanted Jaehyun to win the cold war between him and Doyoung. I hope this alternative ending fufils your every need.

Under 1k words I think

Jaehyun x reader (Exes to Lovers)

A little angst lots of fluff

Home Series

"Drive safe." You stop at the door, and Jaehyun halts mid-step, turning back to look at you.

"You’re not coming?" he asks, brows furrowing slightly.

You shake your head. "I don’t want to leave him alone."

Jaehyun presses his lips together, the disappointment flickering across his face unmistakable, but he doesn’t push. "Okay," he says softly. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. "I’ll call you. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Jaehyun," you murmur faintly, watching as he walks to his car. The sound of his engine starting and the sight of his taillights fading down the driveway linger in your mind as you close and lock the door.

Dragging yourself upstairs to your bedroom, you exhale deeply, fingers brushing back your hair. The weight of the day settles in your chest like an anchor.

Doyoung is seated on the edge of your bed, his posture tense but his expression unreadable. He glances up as you enter, offering a small, tired smile that you attempt to return.

"Hey," he says softly, tugging lightly on your wrist as you approach, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

You don’t move, sinking onto the bed next to him instead, your body heavy with exhaustion. There was a time when his touch brought you solace, but now, not even the memory of that comfort could quiet the chaos in your mind.

"How do you feel?" he asks gently, ignoring the growing space between you.

"Tired," you breathe, your fingers brushing through your hair.

"You can talk to me," Doyoung urges, scooting closer.

You inch further away, avoiding his gaze. "I just… I’m really tired, Doyoung. I need to sleep." You sigh, glancing toward the window instead of meeting his eyes. "We both need to sleep."

"Actually," he says, his voice steady but firm, "I think we need to talk." His hand gently turns your face toward him.

You grab his wrist, lowering his hand. "Where do we even start?"

"Let’s start with the fact that you left without saying a word. Did you think ignoring me would make everything disappear?"

"I’m not good at this," you reply, your voice low. "You know that. It’s how we got here in the first place."

"We can’t ignore it either." He moves closer, his presence unrelenting, his gaze sharp.

"I slept with him." The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

Doyoung freezes, his face unreadable, though a flicker of resignation flashes in his eyes. Like he already knew.

"And I still love him," you add, barely above a whisper, your hands twisting in your lap as you avoid his gaze.

His voice is quiet when he finally speaks. "So… what does this mean?"

"I think you know what it means." You stand, wrapping your arms around yourself as you face him. "I love you, Doyoung. But Jaehyun and I… we—"

"I was there for you when he wasn’t," Doyoung interrupts, rising to his feet and taking your hands in his.

"I know," you say, your voice trembling. "I was broken, and you were there to catch me. I fell in love with you because you gave me what I needed. But I never stopped loving him." You meet his gaze, tears stinging your eyes. "He knows me in ways you don’t. There’s a connection between us that I can’t ignore, no matter how much I tried."

Doyoung nods slowly, his expression softening. The silence between you is deafening. He releases your hands, his own rising to cup your face.

"I love you," he says quietly, his thumbs brushing soft circles against your cheeks. "And I wish you nothing but the best. I’m sorry I couldn’t make us work out.” 

You shake your head, your lips trembling. "Don’t say it like that."

He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms one last time.

"Goodnight," he whispers as he steps back, his hands falling to his sides before he walks to the door.

You watch him go, his figure disappearing down the hall as he leaves your room.

Something feels different. Maybe it’s relief. Maybe it’s heartbreak. Maybe it’s both. All you know is that tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day, and for now, you just need to sleep.

"Good morning!" Joy chirps the second you answer your phone, her voice bright and bubbly. "So, what happened?"

You press your lips into a thin line. "I should’ve known you had something to do with this."

"I knew exactly what I needed to do to set you straight," she replies smugly, a playful smile lighting up her face on the screen. "So? Spill. How did it go? When are you guys coming back?"

"Umm…" You rub your forehead, the weight of the conversation from last night pressing down on you. "I’m assuming Doyoung probably took the next flight back, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already home."

Joy’s smile falters, confusion creeping onto her face. "What do you mean? Where are you? Why aren’t you together?"

You take a deep breath. "We broke up."

Joy blinks, her expression going blank for a moment, and then she asks, her voice laced with confusion, "Well, yeah. You guys were on a break, I get that. But that was just until you got back to LA. Then you’d get back together, and everything would go back to normal."

"No," you say, shaking your head slowly. "We’re not getting back together. We talked last night, and… seeing him again made me realize it’s not the same anymore."

"What’s not the same?" she presses, her tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "You haven’t been apart for that long."

"I don’t care about him the way I care about Jaehyun." Your voice softens, trailing off like you’re ashamed to admit it out loud. "I love Doyoung, but it’s not the same kind of love I have for Jaehyun."

There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. You can practically feel Joy’s internal struggle, and when she speaks again, her words come out slow, like she’s carefully choosing them. "Obviously, I’m not thrilled about this," she says, her voice tight. "But it’s your life, and you’ve got to do what makes you happy. If… Jaehyun’s who makes you happy," she falters, unable to say his name without a moment's hesitation, "then I won’t stand in your way."

"Thank you," you say, a genuine smile breaking across your face.

"You’re still coming back, though, right?" Joy asks, her tone a little lighter now.

"Yes, I’m definitely coming back," you assure her with a nod. "I can’t stand another day in Connecticut."

"Good," she says, perking up. "I missed you so much. I’m giving you the biggest hug when you get here."

"I missed you too, Joy," you reply, your voice soft with emotion. "You have no idea."

"Well," she says with a sigh, "I’ve got to run, but… I love you. I’ll see you when you get here, okay?"

"Love you too," you reply just before the call ends.

Not a second later, your phone buzzes with a text from Jaehyun.

Jaehyun: I’m outside. 

You rush to your window, and sure enough, Jaehyun is standing next to his parked car. A smile creeps onto your face as you take a deep breath and head to the door.

“You’re early,” you say, opening it to greet him.

He shrugs lightly, his gaze meeting yours. “You didn’t answer my call last night. I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, shoving your hands into your pockets. “I was so tired, I just passed out.”

Jaehyun’s eyes flick to your bedroom window before returning to yours. “So… is he here?”

You shake your head. “No. He left last night.”

His jaw tightens slightly, but he nods. “I’m guessing you two talked.”

“We did.” You pause for a moment, then say it outright. “We’re not getting back together.”

The corner of Jaehyun’s mouth lifts, his dimples deepening as his smile widens. “Thank god,” he says, stepping closer and leaning down to press a firm kiss to your lips.

You smile against him, your heart skipping a beat as you pull back slightly.

“So… we’re still on for LA?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” you tease, grinning before leaning in for another kiss.

1 month later 

You step into the empty apartment, Jaehyun’s hand clasped softly in yours. Your heels click against the smooth hardwood floor, the sound echoing in the silence. With each step, you feel the weight of the new chapter you’re about to begin, the new memories you’ll make. Jaehyun’s fingers are warm against yours, and the quiet intimacy of the moment wraps around you like a soft blanket.

As you walk through the space, your mind starts to drift. You imagine staying up late on the couch together, laughing through cheesy movies. You picture cooking meals in the kitchen, Jaehyun at the stove while you chop vegetables beside him. You can almost hear the crackle of the vinyl player as it spins your favorite songs, the two of you slow dancing around the room with no care for time.

You think about mornings—waking up next to him, your feet tangled in the sheets, the sunlight streaming through the windows. You imagine the little arguments over the thermostat, his warm hand on your back as you work at your desk, the quiet moments that will fill the walls with life.

This apartment, this space, is where all of your dreams will come true. It’s where you’ll build your home.

Turning on your heel, you walk backward, your fingers still intertwined with Jaehyun’s. He watches you, a small smile on his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice soft and steady.

You smile, leaning in closer to him, your lips brushing against his cheek as you speak. “I’m thinking about how much I love you,” you say, your heart swelling at the simple truth of it.

His eyes soften as he leans down to kiss you, gentle and slow, like he’s savoring the moment. “I’m thinking about how I made the right decision,” you murmur, kissing him again, your lips lingering on his.

You pull back, meeting his gaze. “I’m thinking about how I can’t imagine this without you.” Another kiss.

Jaehyun pulls you closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “And I’m thinking about how I’d choose you again and again and again,” you whisper, your heart racing as he presses his lips to yours once more.

Jaehyun’s smile is bright, his hands warm as he lifts you off your feet, kissing you deeper, spilling all the love he couldn’t give you while you were apart. You laugh softly against him, and before you know it, you slide off him, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the window.

The city sprawls out before you, Los Angeles glittering below like a sea of stars. Jaehyun stands behind you, his arms slipping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You lean back into him, the rhythm of his heartbeat against your back steady and comforting.

For the first time in a long time, you feel at peace. You’ve finally made that little girl inside of you proud. You’ve achieved all of the dreams you had when you were eighteen—your dream apartment, your life in LA, and the man who has always been there for you, right by your side.

You tilt your head slightly, looking up at him. “We’re gonna be okay, right?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jaehyun kisses your cheek, his lips soft against your skin. “There’s no other way,” he says, his voice full of certainty.

The end for real this time.

[christmassavestheyear]

it's all over his face, comfortable silence is so overrated for @118dailydrabble day 3: abandon

“You gotta talk to him.” Maddie says flatly; the phone is tinny, and Tommy flinches, sitting on the couch. He was surprised to get her call, more surprised to hear that Evan was fine – physically – and most of all, quite surprised she still had his number. It isn’t hard to delete a contact, and he wouldn’t blame her. “Maddie–” “No, y’know what, Tommy? Enough people have abandoned my little brother, myself included. I know you didn’t really want to break up. You have to call him.” “He probably doesn’t even want me to,” Tommy sighs, picking at his fingernail. “It’s been over a month.” Maddie laughs huffily along the line. “Well. Clearly you don’t know him at all."

all drabbles on ao3.

[sunhee27]

hihi!! could i request 5+20 for jay please? thank u <33

| Ofc, here ya go bbg💕

Dance practice had just ended among the members. Jay wrote you a quick message, letting you know that he was done with it. 

Jay- Dance practice is done, I miss you, can you come over :(

Y/n- no prob will be there

You rushed out of the door going to meet Jay in the dorm. You house was close to the dorm anyways so it was no problem for you. You packed some snacks knowing that the big boy was probably hungry after a good practice.

You swung open the door to his room seeing him unpack his things while sitting on the bed.  “Hey Jay” you giggle walking in and throwing your stuff to a corner of the room, like you lived here. Which you basically also did :/

“Come sit on my lap sweetheart.” He patted his lap. You walked over seeing him all glistening from sweat. The hair sticking to his forehead as he is running out of breath basically. 

“Ew no.” You exclaim. 

“Oh come on.” He pulls you into straddling his lap, keeping at arm around you as you squirm around. 

“Ew get away, you are sweaty” You halt. 

“Oh don’t say that, just let me hold you for a bit.” He mumbles clearly laughing to himself about it. 

���God you are so annoying, now we both have to take a bath.” You sigh melting into his embrace anyways. 

“That won’t be that bad, huh angel?” He pulls back slightly to look at you, a smug expression forming on his face. 

He gives you one last peck before walking away, taking a towel and throwing it over his shoulder. 

“See you in a minute.” 

Request open for my prompt list

[khioneee]

simon is one of the girls (sort of)

boyfriend!simon was always invited to girls’ night—not out of obligation, but because everyone genuinely wanted him there. he fit into the group effortlessly, his quiet, protective presence becoming a staple at every gathering. whether it was lounging around in pajamas with face masks on or heading out for a wild night at the club, boyfriend!simon was part of the plan.

if it was girls’ night, boyfriend!simon was there. need someone to open a bottle of wine? he had it uncorked in seconds. carrying heavy bags for a night in? already done. if the group was heading to the club, simon was always the first to volunteer to drive everyone home safely at the end of the night.

boyfriend!simon never overstepped, but he wasn’t a silent bystander, either. when conversations got lively, he’d chime in with the perfect sarcastic remark or sly observation, earning a mix of giggles and mock glares. and when a topic turned to relationship drama, he always gave it to you and your friends straight.

“dump the bloke,” he’d say bluntly, not even looking up from his drink. “if i hear his name one more time, i’m blocking his number myself.”

your friends always groaned, but soon enough, they started messaging him directly for advice.

out on the town, boyfriend!simon was the designated protector. no one had to ask—he was always at the edge of the group, watching for anything suspicious. he made sure no one lingered too close, and if someone tried to chat up one of your friends unwantedly, simon’s presence alone was enough to send them packing. if they didn’t get the hint, simon would step forward, voice low and deadly calm: “you’ve got somewhere else to be, mate.” that always did the trick.

despite his intimidating size, boyfriend!simon never felt out of place during your quiet nights in. he sat comfortably among blankets and pillows, scrolling on his phone as face masks dried and reality tv droned in the background. your friends teased him mercilessly about it, but he didn’t mind.

“you’re basically one of us now, si,” one of them joked once.

he gave a small shrug, not looking up. “just don’t expect me to paint my bloody nails, yeah?”

with boyfriend!simon around, you and your friends could relax fully, knowing he’d take care of everything—from heavy bags to creeps at the bar. he wasn’t just there for you—he was there for everyone you cared about, making sure nothing went wrong on his watch.

one night, after everyone had left and it was just the two of you, you leaned into him, curious. “why are you so sweet to my friends?”

boyfriend!simon didn’t miss a beat, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he answered softly, “because they mean a lot to you—and you mean everything to me.”

an. i desperately need a man like him.

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RECIPE FOR DISASTER — yuji itadori & ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

request | event masterlist | fluff : baking cookies

“no offense, yu, but literally what did you do?”

yuji pouts over the glass bowl, in it laying some combination of chocolate, sprinkles, and…goo.

“i don’t know! i swear i followed the recipe,” his lips curl into a frown, one that makes you giggle at the sight, like a puppy who didn’t get a treat he worked oh-so-hard for.

“he probably fucked it up by looking at it wrong.” your gaze shoots to sukuna, his legs idly kicking from where he’s perched atop the kitchen counter. reaching out to smack him for his indignance, he catches your wrist in the air. “and if you get flour on my shirt, you’ll be going in the dough next.”

with a grumble you pull back, instead offering yuji a comforting pat. “it’s okay, yu, it happens. maybe let’s just order something-”

“no!” you and sukuna freeze at the outburst, yuji’s cheeks turning pink. “no, we can do this, really! let’s just try one more time, please?”

and even though he rolls his eyes, sukuna mumbles a low “fine” as he hops down, black boots landing heavily on the hardwood floors. “but when this goes to shit, it’s your fault and you’re paying for our takeout.”

yuji’s smile grows impossibly wider as he sets the goo-bowl aside, already searching for another. rummaging through the cabinets, he sprawls ingredients across the table.

the three of you work in silence for a while: you, carefully measuring sugar and flour; yuji cracking the eggs; and sukuna off in the corner, mixing oil, butter, and vanilla. soft music plays from a speaker nearby, and for a moment it’s peaceful, until yuji’s voice breaks the silence:

“what the hell are you doing?”

“what am i doing?” sukuna challenges. “i’m doing what your stupid ass told me to do!”

over your shoulder, you turn to find the two of them bickering over their now-shared mixing bowl, holding a clumpy off-white mixture that looks distinctly non-edible.

“you didn’t mix it right, why does it look like that!” yuji exclaims.

“oh, so it’s my fault it’s wrong? you’re the one who doesn’t know how to crack a damn egg - there’s eggshells everywhere in here!”

“that’s not my fault, i swear there weren’t any like a second ago!”

you find sukuna’s gaze across the kitchen, mischief glimmering behind the crimson. “that’s not my problem, now is it, yuji?”

sliding yourself between them, you manage to catch a glimpse of their concoction, something that seems all too liquidy and solid for a cookie recipe.

“sukuna, what did you put in here?” you ask incredulously.

“i just did whatever he told me to - a quarter cup of oil, half a tablespoon of vanilla, and eight sticks of butter.”

you choke on your spit. “eight sticks of butter?”

“yep,” he smirks, crossing his arms. “that’s what yuji said.”

staring at the boy behind you, he smiles sheepishly. “that is what the recipe called for…”

grabbing the phone from him, you scroll through lengthy walls of text to find the culprit of this fiasco. at the very bottom of the page, the text glares back at you: “eight tablespoons of butter.”

“yuji.” you rub your eyes in disbelief. “eight tablespoons. that’s one stick of butter.”

“oh,” he shrinks, raising his shoulders apologetically. “oops.”

“told you it was your fault, you idiot-”

“and you,” you spin on your heel to face sukuna, finger pointed in accusation towards him. “you knew the recipe was wrong and you did it anyways!”

leaning forward, you smell the vanilla wafting off his skin. “i was just doing what i was told, sweetheart.”

shoving him away, your hand leaves a flour-white imprint on his black cotton t-shirt, one you’ll surely be forced to clean later. but he doesn’t get angry - instead, sukuna lets out the biggest, bellowing laugh, one that electrifies the air and shakes the cupboards. it’s a laugh that vibrates in your chest as you join in, ruffling yuji’s hair as he begins to giggle.

the absurdity and joy overtakes you; you laugh until your ribs hurt, and yuji smiles at you. “i’ll get the takeout menus,” he grins, and in the tiny kitchen, all you feel is warmth.

a/n: samara, my most beloved dear samara - i love you so much and i'm so happy to have met you :') thank you for loving our silly stupid boys with me, thank you for letting me scream and rant abt things to you, thank you for making this little online space one that i cherish so much <3 I LOVE YOUUUUU and i hope you enjoy this :33

[coffeetank]

Ideas to Show Secret Pining

"Why don't you join me?"

"I'll give you a ride, don't worry."

*does something they don't like* "What? I like it."

*immense staring at every chance they get*

*thinking of their crush while listening to songs*

"You said you liked it so I brought it for you."

*finds ways to spend more time with them*

*friendly bullying intensifies*

"I'm looking forward to seeing you there."

"Are you gonna be there?"

"How about we sneak off, just you and me?"

"Why don't I cook for them? What's their favourite dish again?"

*aggressive google searches about how to propose to your crush*

"I'll join those dance lessons, maybe then she'll notice me."

*hopeless around them*

*failed flirting attempts*

*increased compliments*

"My problem is that I like them a little too much for my sanity."

*gets jealous* "So, are you seeing them or something?"

"Are you okay?" // "Completely okay!" (definitely not okay)

*tries to sabotage their crush's date*

*gets into trouble so they can be scolded by their crush*

"I want you to come with me, please?"

-ashlee

[truetogaia]

just thinking and crying over the way simon would continue to refer to you as “his girl” even after your sudden passing.

he would talk about you as if you were still alive whenever relationships came up in conversation. and he’d be so reluctant to allow anyone, even his respected comrades, to try and comfort him.

“yeah, me n my girl have been together for years now. she’s everything. all i’ve got, ya know?”

he would make sure to always keep your resting place full of life. Whether that was by planting your favorite plant, and naming it after you, or always keeping it filled with bouquets of your favorite flowers. and he’d always take your beloved pet that you left behind to go see you.

“did you miss mommy, p/n? i bet our girl missed you so much.” and he’d smile sadly when your baby showed signs of recognizing your grave. his heavy hand petting it comfortingly “so excited to see her today, yeah?”

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[rowarn]

drabbles. | fics.

SIMON RILEY !

simon cucks some poor guy for flirting with u simon and aftercare simon edging himself pussy drunk simon with loose lips devoted service!dom simon and the way he grinds into u simon smoking while u ride him pent up simon condescending!simon worshipping simons balls fucking u while on the phone — PLM!universe angst hybrid au thigh riding trying anal for the first time gun play mean!simon cum play punishment (dubcon warning) simon jerking off simon receiving aftercare concerned simon with a size kink giving simon head while he drives creampie with pussydrunk!simon simon training your throat pornstar!ghost

JOHN MACTAVISH !

soaps leaky cock videos

KYLE GARRICK !

fingering you to sleep

bff!kyle is the friend you practice kissing with

KONIG !

using ur clit as a fidget toy soft!könig characterization könig overstimming himself using könig's cock as a fidget toy pussyjob bc he doesn't wanna prep u eating u out bc u had a bad day

KEEGAN RUSS !

mean!keegan brat taming keegan fucking up into u to relieve stress loud!keegan

SERIES / MULTI !

situationship with simon vs golden retriever könig soap asking simon to help fuck u properly unnamed hybrid au: one | two | three (complete) ft. simon, soap, + gaz shadow entity!ghost: one | two | three (in progress)

[aakeysmash]

Another little soft mechanic!Sukuna drabble because I love him ;( gets literally a biiit suggestive but it’s not super smutty!

“I don’- thin’- she like- dat.”

You groggily turn around, woke up by your boyfriend’s mumbles. You didn’t really catch what he said, but you just want to sleep, so you don’t pay it no mind. You scoot further on your side of the bed and start to fall asleep again, when he gets back on saying random things.

“Range Rov’r… so small… wan’ marr- ‘her…“

“Sukuna, stop, I’m tired, I can’t sleep with you talking” you respond, giving him a delicate shake. He’s tired too, you know it, and that’s why he’s talking in his sleep: he only does that when he’s exhausted. For the last month he’s been working extra hours at the garage he owns, saying it’s because “you both deserve a great vacation this year”. When you asked why, he rolled his eyes and ignored you. The tips of his ears were red.

He whines, barely waking up. He slightly opens one eye, sees you far away from him on your shared bed and scowls. Lately you haven’t been together a lot, apart from the times you try to study in his office with your headphones on to not hear him curse like a sailor, or, well, like a mechanic. He wraps one of his arms around your naked waist and bumps your body against his own.

“Gotcha,” he hoarsely says. You chuckle lightly then try wiggling away to sleep again, but he doesn’t budge. The long hours he spends under the cars have given him the most amazing muscles you’ve ever seen, but those come with a lot of strength too.

You relax in his hold while he draws random patterns on your skin with his calloused hand. It’s summer, you’re both naked because he says he likes to feel your skin on his. The only time you complained about being sweaty he grinned and said he knew other ways to make you sweaty, so now you only bring out the topic when you want to get dicked down good and fast.

You reach around his body to place your hand on his back, head below his chin. You could kiss his neck if you’d pucker your lips a little, that’s how close you are. You’re starting to fall asleep again when he whispers in your ear something you don’t understand.

“What?” You ask softly.

“… lov’ ya,” he slurs, before beginning to snore a bit. You smile to yourself, getting impossibly closer to him and drifting off to sleep.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 19: Build a snowman

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Character: Stanford Pines

Naughty or Nice: Nice

"Let's build a snowman!"

Looking up from his book's, Fords eyes went wide as he fixed his glasses. "Why?"

"Because it's fun."

Ford parted his lips, then shifted his weight in the chair he was sitting in. Seeing how excited you were over something so little, he couldn't say no to you, not to someone he cared so deeply about.

Hand in hand, Ford stepped out side of the shack as he glanced around. It was a crisp winter day in Gravity Falls, the town blanketed in a thick layer of snow. Your eyes glancing over at Ford, the man bundled up in his warmest coat, scarf and gloves.

The man was looking forward to a quiet day of research but he just couldn't say no to you.

Nearly squealing, you let go of his hand taking off as your boots crunched over the snow. "This is perfect for building a snowman." Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and Ford couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm.

Ford chuckled, grabbing his hat. “Let’s see what we can create.”

Ford followed after you as he trudged through the snow to a clear spot in the yard. You immediately started rolling a large snowball for the base, while Ford, ever the scientist, analyzed the snow’s consistency.

“This snow has the perfect moisture content for packing,” Ford noted, helping you with the base. “It should hold together nicely.”

Snorting, you gave him a teasing grin. "Nerd."

"Hey!"

As you two worked, you both chatted about your favorite winter memories. You shared stories of snowball fights and sledding, while Ford reminisced about the time he and his brother Stan built an igloo that lasted for weeks.

With the base complete, you both moved on to the middle section. Ford’s precision and your creativity made for a perfect team. You carefully placed the middle snowball on top of the base with Ford's help, making sure it was secure.

“Now for the head,” you said, rolling the final snowball. Ford helped lift it into place, yo both stepping back to admire the work.

“Looks good,” Ford said, nodding in approval. “But it’s missing something.” The man tilted your head to the side.

Your eyes lit up turning to face Ford as you snatched the mans scarf off his neck, once it was wrapped around the snowman you slipped off your hat placing it on the head. "Their! Perfect..."

“Perfect,” Ford smiled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, you both admiring the creation. “I think this might be the best snowman in Gravity Falls.”

You grinned. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Ford.” Placing a kiss to his cheek, Ford relaxed holding you close.

This was perfect, he felt his stress just melting away thanks to you.

And he would do it all again.

[dallianceangel]

Happy Christmas... Not 🎄🏥

another drabble for you x

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

“Jesus Christ, babe, you really know how to ruin Christmas Day.”

You roll your eyes as you say it, wincing as you shift in bed. Tig is leaning against the doorframe, grinning like he’s won the lottery.

“Takes two to tango,” Tig replies, still smirking. “Besides, you’re the one who bought the damn sex positions book.”

“Yeah, and I wish I hadn’t, Tig.”

He chuckles, walking over towards you. “You’ll walk it off.”

“I’ve got a fucking broken leg, you dumbass.”

Tig laughs, shaking his head as he pulls up a chair beside your hospital bed. “Yeah, yeah, drama queen. But you gotta admit, it was one hell of a ride.”

You try to stay mad at him, but a smile escapes. “You’re lucky I love you, I’d have killed you if I didn’t.”

Tig reaches out to hold your hand, laughing. “I love you too, babe.”