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amelil-lita · 3 months ago

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*hands you a permission slip that reads “Permission to yap your ass off”* Go.

I am going to smooch you two so hard on the mouth. This is a threat.

Gonna give a big fat smack right on the kisser with my lips

ANCNAKXN WHERE TO BEGIN

I made Fiend and Airhead as almost polar opposites, and this goes back into their backstories.

Content Warning: ABUSE, not good parents, mentions of assault, and harassment

When I say that Airhead knows of love, I mean that since a young age he was showered with it by his mother. His mother was loving and kind to him, but overbearingly maternal with a dangerous mindset that she instilled into Airhead from a young age that still affects him despite having been separated from her for well over a decade.

As a character, Airhead is a huge pushover. Like damn bitch get off the floor kind of doormat. And part of that stems from his mother's teachings. In her eyes, the unwanted attention he gets, the attempts of assault, the negative fame associated with his appearance and occupation is just how other people show they love him in their own right. He's a beautiful boy, it's only natural he gets attention, right? And he should be grateful, shouldn't he? He should always be someone who makes people feel happy, and sometimes that means getting hurt first.

This culminated into who Airhead is now. He's willing to bear the burden of being "loved" because that's what's right. This is also why he tends to take on the role of the protector for others. But, the moments where he doesn't have to protect others, the moments where he encouraged to indulge in himself for once are really indicators that you're unlocking a more intimate and deeper relationship with him. That's not to say he doesn't like doing things for others! He loves to, but just once in a while being taken care of is nice. I can go on and on, but I'll stop here, this is already long.

Then there's Fiend. Take Airhead's backstory and turn it around. He was born in a very tumultuous and isolated household, unwanted and scorned for being his mother's child. Despite his parents' awful treatment of him, he still loved them and craved nothing short of their approval. And they knew. They knew he'd do anything for a lackluster "good job" or a half-hearted headpat, so they made sure to take advantage of this fact to keep him obedient and working.

Their eventual abandonment—in which they promised to do something together of his choosing for once—really opened his eyes and made him see that his parents, and by proxy those who should be closest to him, don't care for him. This and the experiences at the orphanage built him into a fiercely independent, bitter person who uses his brash personality to avoid making close connections with others out of fear of becoming too attached and used like before. He's much more calculating and cynical compared to Airhead, and most of his relationships stem from the benefits he can reap with his status around school.

That's why, as an LI, he'd be very hard to romance because he's really closed off. He'll have a hard time believing anything you do for him is genuine, and he'll be suspicious if you don't ask for anything in exchange. He's far more comfortable with sexual or fwb relationships, but there's an emptiness inside knowing that, for him at least, he likely may never be able to find someone where he can love, be it platonically or romantically. He's surrounded by people, but yet so alone. If you treat him kindly, care for him as an actual person, and stick with him despite being (as he believes) a shitty person, he will cry.

What both of the Sorens have in common is their yearning for something real.

I'll cut this short here but yep!

Pretty goofy silly little guys mwah mwah <3

#dol #degrees of lewdity pcs #Soren the Airhead #Soren the Fiend #lil mumblings #this is so incoherent im so sorry #but also im not teehee #love when the characters have low self worth #and trust issues #and issues in general #i wanna try writing the ocs more as LIs ngl #seems fun #lovely lovely anon 💌#જ⁀➴ ♡ damsel the dearest #ANYWAY THOSE VALENTINES DAY DOODLES SHOULD BE OUT SOON! HOPEFULLY!!#IGNORE HOW THOSE ARE NOW 4 DAYS LATE I AM A SLOW DRAWER

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jakesimfromstatefarm · 6 days ago

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I'm still so embarrassed but WHATS YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE????!!! vro I love txt so much fun fact they were my first ever ult group 😞 they seriously I mean SERIOUSLY have no skips I'm eating a feast for each song and I'm SOOOOO SADDDDD that love language is just a single 💔 like no gimme MOREEEEEEEE I'll beg if I have to 🙁

— angy 💢 loves &t and txt 😋

ITS SUCH A BANGERRRRRR i actually love txt so much omg all their songs are NO SKIPS certified bangers fr. love language is such a cutesy summery song <333 BUT FR WHATS UR LOVE LANGUAGE ANGY IM CURIOUS!!! i feel like mine is definitely acts of services / quality time (heavy on the acts of services one if you can't tell from the way i write my tropes HAHAH)

#──── ♡ જ⁀➴ ✉ anon: 💢#──── ♡ જ⁀➴ ✉ addie’s luv mail!

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kiki-writes-stuff · 1 year ago

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Have you read the Debut or Die novel yet? If not, I suggest you should start reading it especially after season 2 of the webtoon ends, which is coming soon. There's a lot more in the narrative that wasn't shown in the Webtoon (possibly due to time constraints)

I'm not sure you're already in it but there's also a debut or die discord server with lots of people in it if you want to interact with more fans. Don't worry they usually put spoiler warnings when talking about heavy novel spoilers, though I recommend staying away from certain channels such as "Au Channel" and "Novel Discussion"

I actually plan on starting it this weekend when work eases up a bit, but I'm not quite sure where to read it? So far, I'm planning on trying tapas, but if I do I'll be slugging through one chapter a day with the WUF function, so I'm hoping I can find somewhere else to read it on

I guessed there was probably a discord server, not looking for it was a deliberate decision ^-^

I'm very introverted and honestly not comfortable interacting in those spaces, dk why since I'm pretty okay on here, but oh well

#asks જ⁀➴#anon⭒˚｡⊹₊ ♡#debut or die #dod

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koyagifs · 5 months ago

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What's a quarry 🤔

it’s a horror game!

it’s a survival/horror that you make choices that would impact the outcome of the ending.

the one im currently writing is based of the outcome from the ending where they all died. ( ending is on youtube <3, do know there’s spoilers for the story if you’re not very familiar with the quarry )

#♡ koya answers #ask koya!#♡ anon #જ⁀➴ the quarry

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vividly-vermillion · 19 days ago

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✴︎ CAN I HOLD IT WHILE YOU PEE?

જ⁀➴ Asking the LADS guys if you can hold it while they pee

ﾉ including: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus

ﾉ cw: suggestive, talks of handjobs and obviously pee (no watersports tho)

ﾉ info: Requested by Anon ||| Requests are OPEN ||| TAGLIST

જ⁀➴ Xavier

♡ Xavier was confused as to why you were following him to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

♡ He stopped in his tracks once he stood in the middle of the room and realized you were in the doorframe.

♡ “You need the toilet too? I can wait,” he offers tired, but you only grin at him as you walk towards him.

♡ You wrap both arms around his torso and give him puppy eyes - it's nearly impossible for him to say no when you're that sweet.

♡ “Can I hold it while you pee?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

♡ “Hold what? The roll of toilet paper?” He asked tired, his brain not fully working in this state.

♡ “No, your dick.” You say bluntly and step away from your small hug.

♡ Xavier's eyes went wide for a moment and he was wide awake after you said that and he gulped, unsure what to answer.

♡ “Uh… sure?” It was more a question than a statement and he blinked a few times, trying to wrap his head around as to why you would want that.

♡ You giggled when he stepped closer to the toilet and pulled his pajama pants with his boxers down just enough to get his dick out.

♡ “Well, do you want to hold it now or? I kinda really need to… yeah,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears a cute shade of pink.

♡ “Xav! It was a joke! But if you insist…” you laugh softly and step behind him, gently grabbing his cock so you can aim it.

♡ Xavier had a shiver run down his spine when the first few drops turned into a steady stream, closing his eyes to not think about your hand wrapped around his manhood in such a dirty moment.

♡ He thought it was just a weird dream when he got up in the morning so he never really mentioned it again.

જ⁀➴ Zayne

♡ You knew his answer before you even asked but you still happily skipped after him to the bathroom.

♡ At first Zayne thought you skip past him and into the bedroom or into the kitchen to grab a snack for your movie night.

♡ But he almost closed the door right in your face when he went into the bathroom.

♡ “Are you okay?” He asked with one raised brow, giving you a look over, genuinely wondering why you'd follow him into the bathroom.

♡ “Is it about the call earlier? I told you it's just a coworker who took over one of my patients and-” you cut him off mid sentence, laughing softly.

♡ “Do you think I'm jealous? I trust you, silly” You said amused which immediately eases the worry in his face. Of course you weren't concerned or jealous but there was this mischievous look on your face.

♡ “Then what brings you here?” He asked curiously, leaning against the doorframe to stare you down as if he needs to extract your deepest secrets.

♡ “Can I hold it? While you pee?” You ask as sweet as you can muster and he shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

♡ “You want to hold my penis while I pee?” He asks amused and stands up straight again, still shaking his head in disbelief when you nod eagerly.

♡ “Absolutely not” His voice sounded strict but the look on his face gave away that he was highly amused.

♡ You cross your arms over your chest and pout “Then I'll watch” you protest.

♡ Zayne sighs and gently picks you up to set you down outside of the bathroom where the door closes in your face and the lock shuts close. He won't let you hold it.

જ⁀➴ Rafayel

♡ You didn't really want to hold it when he goes to the bathroom you just saw the trend going around on TikTok where people ask their partner that question and thought it's fun.

♡ Rafayels reaction to random, unhinged questions are always adorable to you, all pink cheeks and confused eyes.

♡ So when he strolls into the bathroom for his evening bath, you follow him like a lost puppy, bumping right into him when he abruptly stops.

♡ “What is it, cutie? Wanna join me in the tub?” He asks with a sweet smile and you almost feel bad for what you're about to ask.

♡ His face changes from soft and gentle to confused and almost repulsed, the apples of his cheeks turning redder by each second until it reaches the tips of his ears and slowly creeps down his neck while avoiding your excited gaze.

♡ “For a second i thought you asked me if you can hold my… while i…” he didn't even say the absurdity out loud but you only nod with a far too happy grin

♡ “Wait- You were serious?!” His voice rises in pitch which only adds to your amusement.

♡ So you unbuckle his pants, not planning on doing anything without his consent, just teasing a little.

♡ “Yes? Is that so weird? I mean you've peed before while I was in the tub when we stayed at that one small hotel room,” you remind him that it's technically nothing new.

♡ Rafayel sighs, it's almost an annoyed whine. He hates saying no to you but this seems so absurd to him.

♡ “One time. Just this once so you're happy.” He mumbles defeated and his blush changes from a soft pink into hues of crimson and deep red.

♡ You didn't want to chicken out now either so you pulled through with it, giggling when you actually got to hold it

♡ No matter how much Rafayel whines and pouts after, he did kinda like it but he would deny it until he's in his grave.

જ⁀➴ Sylus

♡ Sylus is no fun when it comes to pranking, always one step ahead and ready to do the wildest things so you knew he would say yes before you even asked.

♡ You gave yourself away with batting your lashes pretty - you always do this when you want something.

♡ “What is it this time, kitten?” He asked with a lopsided smirk, looking you up and down in hopes to find out more.

♡ At this point you considered chickening out, his know it all attitude ruining the fun for just a moment but you smiled sweetly at him.

♡ “Sylus, mighty leader of Onychinos, my handsome boyfriend,” you started with some flattery, grabbing his chin playfully just to keep him waiting.

♡ “Would you… let me hold it when you pee?” You ask with a straight face but it only lasted 0.2 seconds until both of you broke the facade.

♡ Sylus chuckled and shook his head at how ridiculous you sounded but ended up shrugging.

♡ “You know I won't ever say no to you, especially not when you ask so nicely,” he teased and gently grabbed your wrist before dragging you towards the bathroom despite your protest of it being a joke.

♡ “Oh so you're telling me that you're too scared of getting your hands dirty?” He teases, wanting to see you struggle for the amusement.

♡ You ended up holding it with a pout, your cheeks burning while Sylus smirked at you, arms crossed over his chest - he didn't think you would actually do it but he didn't mind it at all.

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yandere-wishes · 2 months ago

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｡ ₊°༺Meet me at our spot༻°₊ ｡

｡ ₊°༺Meet Me At Our Spot By The Anxiety༻°₊ ｡

જ⁀➴ Lost the ask for this but hopefully the Anon sees this and knows it's for them: excitedly chewing on legos OMG NO cause this is so juicy, like let me just rip out Jason's heart for a sec. Let me fill him with rage and break his heart a little.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ When Jason dies, he leaves a hole in your heart. One that you're certain the Red Hood can mend.

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Your sister doesn't appreciate the little bird that follows her like a shadow.

She says his presence is like an eclipse, an eerie, tiring thing.

Some day she'll miss the repartee, the attention, the "friend" she made along the way, someday when the boy lays in a coffin six feet deep, as little birds tend to do. She'll realize that he took a part of her with him. Buried beneath the earth, left to rot and waste.

Of course, she only grows more frustrated when you say such things.

When you remind her how fleeting and fragile this life is.

He was the happiest of them all. Cheerful little bird following his father through the shadows, chirping in joy as he skipped to echolocation. Playing with a naive kitty who never fully understood that they were meant to be enemies.

It's funny looking back, realizing how fickle children truly are. How you used to joke so earnestly about eating him whole and plucking his feathers from between your teeth. As you both sat on a skyscraper's edge sharing a juice box. Jason would laugh, would throw his head back, and kick his legs.

"That'll just mean we'd be together forever. I can haunt you from the inside."

You do truly wish it had been you that had killed him. That you had gotten the chance to peel the meat from his bones and savor their flavor upon your tongue. You would have enjoyed the crunch and pop of the cobalt between your teeth. Enjoyed finally, finally being able to crack open his skull and unburden him of his terrors.

But in the end, the kitty cat never reached the robin.

No, it was in fact the clown that gobbled him whole.

There's a part of depression that's relatively saccharine. The isolation and the silver of worry you feel, sweating off people when they note the vibrations of melancholy you emit. You see your mother's concern and your sister's vexation. You like how it makes you feel powerful. Like a divine decree to burn and kill. But you never do go after the clown. Your mother had forbidden such fruitless endeavors.

"I don't need you in a coffin as well".

Still, you long to wring the Joker's neck between your claws.

You had met him in the dark of an alley almost three months ago.

Requiem is held here often, in the shadow of your skyscraper. The armistice sanctuary where the two of you had spent the final quarter of your nights. No war, no fighting, just two kids in masks lying in the moon's gentle rays.

Your bag of jewels slumps over your shoulder. It feels like the weight of the world.

In the dark, a red thing moves. The ground shakes under his steps as the gloom slips off his body. He is rejected by the dark and unwanted by the light. "What you got in the bag Kitty Cat?" his voice is distorted, like an echo escaping a pit.

You jump, clawing for his arm upon descent, but the fabric he wears is too thick, the attack never reaches his skin. He uses your confusion to land a kick between your ribs. You slid over the concrete street, friction slivering the side of your uniform and the flesh beneath. When you look up again, he's seized the jewels and is halfway through scaling a nearby building. He turns to you, the white eyes of his mask sink into the crevasses of your soul. His fingers touch the side of his masked head in a mock salute.

"Haven't lost your touch sweetheart"

You spend most of the day sleeping in the sun, the only bearable thing left to do. You dream in shades of sugar plums and lilies. Sweet things that keep the bitter nightmares away.

It's gotten so hard to wake up lately.

So hard to stay awake.

Batman once told you that time heals all wounds. Maybe when you're older you'll forget the frantic patter of your heart when Jason smiled at you.

A shadow blocks the sun, making you stir. Red menace that bears death like a perfume. When you look at him, your body chills. You choke on foreign nostalgia. Deja vu pricks at your bones trying to engrave itself upon the marrow. Why does the Red Hood feel like a forgotten memory? Like a lullaby, your mother used to sing.

He doesn't leave, he just stares. Unblinking white lights instead of eyeballs. Trained on your body. You feel naked under his gaze. It's almost as if he's torn you apart and memorized every little detail about you. Refusing to sew you up again. He leaves you an open cadaver for his cruel entertainment.

Hours pass, he only ever stares.

You've stopped sleeping since that day.

His ghost haunts you. Flickering in the moonlight as you sink beside an alley wall. When you look up, Jason is there beaming down at you. Jejune, unscarred in every way. You feel phantom kisses across your knuckles.

Just a street cat and her dead birdie.

When did depression and insomnia become such good friends?

"I miss you" you whispered, as tears slid down your cheeks. You blink, trying to relieve the irritation in your eyes. When something blunt and cold presses against your forehead. He's there, the red menace, the annoying thorn that wedged too deeply into your flesh. Pointing his favorite handgun at your head. You almost wish he would shoot.

When the light hits his helmet just right, it's like an open head wound.

"You look so ethereal in the moonlight, like a corpse bleeding out."

He's taken aback by your statement, he tenses, his fingers twitch. In anger or shock, you aren't quite sure. "You're really disturbed, you know that kitty?" His tragicomic lilt tastes so irritably sweet. You can't help but laugh like a madman.

Maybe Batman was right, maybe time does heal all wounds.

Maybe you've finally found your eschar.

When Red Hood punches you, hard enough to fracture bone, you can't help but relish in sickly-sweet sentimentality.

He's so familiar but you just don't know why.

Osteonic, pneumonic your body remembers while you do not.

"Keep throwing punches like that and I might think you hate me, darling." You blow him a fake kiss before he sweeps your feet, making you fall back.

He straddles your hips, pinning you to the ground. You gave him a fake pout before his hand is on your throat. Squeezing, harder and harder. It's like he's trying to push stars inside you, making you connect them and form constellations to say everything he never can.

Spots dance across your vision as you offer him a final giggle.

"Come on kitty, I thought you could take a little roughhousing."

It happens again.

He's so haunting in the daylight. Like a ghost twice dead.

He's staring

He's always staring

You didn't need to see his open casket

You would have thought him sleeping

He's dead he's dead he's dead

You say it so often these days it's like a mantra.

Jason, Red Hood.

Where does one begin and the other end?

You can't keep pushing the ghost of your childhood friend into the first new vigilante in town. But you can't help it.

It's like Jason's been reincarnated.

Like he's finally returned.

You've taken to reading Hamlet.

Not because you want to.

But because you feel like the answer to these phantoms lies between the ivory pages.

Or maybe it's because you wish to study Ophelia's madness. In hopes of finding a cure for your own.

You feel like Ophelia drowning in the river creek.

You feel like Hamlet arguing with apparitions.

"I hate you." He screams one night, he's been chasing you for the better part of an hour after your recent heist at the museum. You laugh and throw him a kiss as you jump to the next building. But midair Red Hood tackles you, using your body to cushion his fall. Your bodies rest entwined atop that familiar skyscraper. "I love this place" you mutter from underneath him. "I used to come here with my best friend when we were young. It was..."

"...Our spot" he finishes. He lets out a bitter chuckle that sounds more like a profanity aimed straight at you. He stands again, knees keeping you pinned down, digging into your hips. His fist collides with your face again. He does it so often now you've come to almost love them.

"Jason" you murmur as the blood trickles down your nose, you feel something in your eye pop as you laugh. "You remind me so much of him".

Red Hood stands taller. For a second the world stills. He reaches behind and pulls up his helmet...

There's a popped blood vessel in your eye. Or many a concussion has bloomed within your skull. Regardless the vision flickering before you can't be real.

"I've got you under my skin" he murmurs as he lays a chaste kiss upon your cheek. "No matter what I do, I just can't get rid of the thoughts of you." He pulls your body up and embraces you so tightly. You only whisper his name like a scared prayer. Inhale his scent like ichore. He's too solid to be a ghost. Or maybe you're finally dead.

Jason buries his face in your neck. Muffling his sobs as he bites into your shoulder, letting your taste erupt inside his mouth. He's missed you, he's missed you more than anything else. It hurts knowing you'd be willing to replace him with someone else. Hurts that you fell for the first wise-cracking man in a mask that you met. But it's okay, it's fine, he can punish you later. For now, all that matters is that you're right where you belong.

At your spot, with him.

"I'll never leave you again kitty, I promise"

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lovelivision · 7 months ago

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hey vision ♡ anything you’re comfortable with, i’ll gladly read. no obligation to write smut if it doesn’t fit, no worries! with love, your pisces anon~

₊⁺ જ⁀➴💌 i'm sorry it took me a bit to get back to your request !! it's only short because i'm not quite used to writing like this but i hope you like it !! 💗💗 og request here for people who want more context 😚

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Geto Suguru being so helplessly devoted to you, always willing to do whatever you ask for. His love broaching the line of obsession in a way that doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he’s not scared of his big feelings for you and he refuses to let himself be. There is nothing wrong with the way he loves you, not to him, and not to you either.

Not once has he denied anything you’ve asked of him, even when you’re hesitant to ask for things he’s quick to assure you that there isn’t a single thing you could ask for that he would say no to or judge you for.

He was there when you needed someone to hold you after a stressful day, he was there again when you needed someone to remind you how good you’re doing when it feels like you’ve been failing, and he was also there when your neighbour was borderline stalking you. That neighbour moved out not long after Geto spoke to him so you don’t know what he did or said but you also don’t care to know so you never asked.

Of course, his love for you translates to the bedroom, his eyes full of adoration as he’s folding you into an obscene mating press. Large hands on your legs as he bends you to his will, his desire to worship and ruin you pricking at his skin, unable to pick which he wants more. Ultimately deciding why pick when he’s perfectly capable of doing both, the same answer he always lands on.

The way he kisses you is hot and messy, pulling back only to whisper praise against your lips before kissing you again. Sentiment swapping between, “You’re so pretty, I’d do anything for you, – hnn – love you so much,” and, “You’re taking it so – hah – fucking well, cunt drooling for me, can you hear it?”

God, the way his eyes glaze over as he looks at you with so much affection, completely enamoured by the way you gasp and claw at him from the pleasure. He'll never get sick of pleasing you, like this and in any other way you ask him for.

#₊⁺ જ⁀➴💌 vinbox #visdrabbles #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto x reader smut #geto smut #suguru geto x reader smut #suguru geto smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

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pitfall-bakery · 5 months ago

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http-shield · 6 months ago

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I'm so happy I found a Slavic heritage reader omg, I mean I obviously don't need it to read a fic, I just use my imagination but still, that got me so excited to read it yay (I'm Polish, that's why it made me happy 😊)

eeee i’m so excited you’re happy !!! i don’t usually think too much about the heritage of the reader but i just wanted to make a fic using all the lil customs and cultural quirks that me and my family have (like using different teas for when you’re sick or the superstitions we have) just little things that i think could be super prevalent in bucky’s life in romania

basically, i just wanted to make a self indulgent series and i love that it’s always making other people happy !!! ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

#also thank you so much for reading my stuff!!!! ily xxx #answered asks #જ⁀➴ ♡ anon #asks

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pizzaapeteer · 7 months ago

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random thought: imagine passing time in class by gawking at admiring mattheo’s hands because you think he won’t notice.

but one day when you look too shamelessly, mattheo flexes his hand suddenly, your eyes immediately following the movement, and then you look up to see him with the cockiest smirk ever because he’s caught you looking absjxekkcekednz 🫠🫠

Plssssss literally that’s so hot! I’m obsessed with hands and I just know he’d be keeping eye contact with you till you look away all flustered or maybe you’re bold enough to hold his gaze and then it’s just a sexy, sultry starring contest and the tensions just building till your both running into a broom closet after class to fuck

#can you tell I’m drunk 🫢🙃#Mattheo riddle #please this idea is so hot 😫#જ⁀➴pizza delivery #anon ♡

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aviiarie · 2 months ago

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You sit in Chiori’s workshop, watching as her delicate hands move with practiced ease, guiding a needle through fine silk. The rhythmic pull of thread and the occasional snip of scissors fill the otherwise quiet room, save for the distant murmur of Fontaine’s bustling streets outside.

“You’re staring,” Chiori remarks without looking up, her voice laced with amusement.

“Of course I am,” you reply, chin resting on your hand. “How could I not, when my beautiful lover is making something just for me?”

That earns you a soft chuckle. “Flattery won’t make the outfit finish itself any faster, you know.”

She continues working, and you find yourself mesmerized—not just by the outfit slowly taking form, but by the focused expression on her face, the way her brows furrow slightly when she’s lost in thought. You’ve always admired her precision, her passion. Even now, with stray strands of hair slipping from her usually neat updo, she looks effortlessly elegant.

“What’s it like so far?” you ask, shifting slightly in your seat. You’ve been sitting here for a while, but you wouldn’t dream of leaving. Not when she’s making something just for you.

Chiori finally pauses, holding the fabric up for you to see. “See for yourself,” she says, a hint of pride in her tone.

The garment is exquisite—of course it is. Every stitch is flawless, every detail carefully considered. The colors are ones she knows you like, the fabric soft to the touch. Even unfinished, it’s easy to tell that this will fit you perfectly, as though made by the hands of someone who knows you inside and out.

“You really do spoil me,” you murmur, running your fingers lightly over the fabric.

“Shouldn’t I?” she teases. “It’s only fair. You let me indulge in my craft, after all.”

“As if I’d ever refuse.” You grin, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I like being the center of your attention.”

Chiori scoffs, but there’s a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks. “You already are, my dear. Now, hold still.”

You straighten as she moves closer, a measuring tape in hand. Her fingers brush against your collarbone, your wrist, the curve of your waist as she checks the fit. You try not to fidget under her touch, but she’s close—so close—and the warmth of her hands is terribly distracting.

“Comfortable?” she asks, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Very.” Your voice is slightly lower than intended.

She hums in amusement, stepping back all too soon. “Good. Then I’ll make sure this feels just as comfortable to wear.”

You watch as she returns to her work, a small, content smile lingering on her face. She enjoys this—not just designing, not just sewing, but creating something for you. And that realization warms you more than any fabric ever could.

Maybe you should return the favor soon. But for now, you’re more than happy to sit here, basking in the quiet intimacy of watching her stitch her love into every thread.

-☀️(@thesunshineanon)

anon i am kissing you on the forehead /p THIS IS SO SWEET AND WELL WRITTEN AND YOU WROTE HER SO WELL I AM SCREAMING AHGSDHJKSAJHSGDJSAH

#ily sunshine #જ⁀➴ ♡ love letters 💌#☀️anon!#faves

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req - jjk characters (gojo lol) saying 'i know, baby, i know' when babying/comforting yn. ervyabebwyrogbrw

please feel no rush/pressure for this and look after yourself :)

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ જ⁀➴ '𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰' ╽ jjk + men

< satoru, suguru, kento, yuuji and megumi x comforting you >

GENRE: jjk men x reader

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, romance, lovers, domesticity, fluff, comfort, hurt/comfort, crying, cuddling and snuggling, humor, teasing, pet names (love, babe, baby, etc), mention of period pains, mention of crying, mention of discomfort, mention of weariness, depiction of sad moments;

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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note: im going to be out for a bit cause of my brother's birthday, so i wanted to write this to leave you with something lovely everyone~ thank you anon for your request~ i hope you like it~ ily <3

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when your favorite cafe snack isn’t available — gojo satoru.

you had been looking forward to your favorite snack all week—a sweet, indulgent treat from your favorite café that never failed to lift your spirits. but when you arrived and scanned the display case, your heart sank. the spot where your beloved snack usually sat was empty, replaced by a small sign that read, "temporarily unavailable."

your disappointment was palpable, and as you turned away from the counter, you couldn't help but feel a little downcast. you knew that it was a small thing, but sometimes the little comforts made all the difference when you’ve been dealt hard missions.

gojo satoru, your partner, accompanied you to the café. its late at night, so he didn’t want to see you go by yourself. when you lowered your head, he immediately noticed your change in mood. he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing in circles.

"hey baby, what's wrong?" he asked softly, concerned about lacing his voice.

"they don't have it," you sighed, trying to brush off the disappointment but failing to keep the sadness from your voice. "it's silly, i know, but i was really looking forward to it."

your satoru's eyes softened with understanding, and he pulled you into a gentle hug. "it's not silly, baby." he murmured, holding you close. "i know how much you love it."

you sighed and leaned into his embrace, taking comfort in his warmth and presence. "i guess i just had my hopes up, babes." you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed by how much it affected you. “it is pretty late.”

satoru chuckled softly, resting his chin on top of your head. "it's okay, baby. i know," he said reassuringly. "we all have those little things that make us happy. i’m sorry they don’t have it today."

you smiled against his chest, feeling a bit better just being in his arms. "thank you, babes. you always know how to make me feel better."

he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a playful glint. "how about we go find another café that has something else you love? Or maybe I'll even try to make it for you at home. could be a disaster, but i'm willing to give it a shot, baby."

you laughed at the thought of your satoru in the kitchen, knowing full well his culinary skills were hit-or-miss. "that sounds perfect, babes." you agreed, the disappointment starting to fade away with his support. "i'd love to see you try."

gojo satoru grinned, his enthusiasm infectious. "then it's a date, baby!" he declared, kissing your cheek. “come on, baby!”

taking your hand and leading you out of the café, ready to turn your day around with his unwavering love and optimism. you were lucky to have him.

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when you’re very overworked — geto suguru.

these past few weeks had been a whirlwind of missions and responsibilities. they’ve given you mission after mission and you hated it. this leaves you feeling like you were about to get sick — feeling exhausted and worn thin. as a jujutsu sorcerer, you were no stranger to hard work, but lately, the demands had been relentless, leaving little time for rest or self-care.

one evening, as you returned home from another long day, geto suguru to immediately notice the way your fatigue was etched all over your beautiful features. your suguru was sitting in the living room, surrounded by books and papers, researching his next mission. he notices when you come home all the time, so he looked up as soon as you walked in, concern flashing across his face as you stood there.

"you look exhausted, baby." suguru said softly, rising from his seat to greet you. his purple eyes, always filled with warmth and tenderness, mirrored the concern you felt but couldn’t voice. "have you been overworking yourself again?"

you sighed, running a hand through your hair, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you. "yeah, baby. it's just been... a lot," you admitted, your voice weary.

your suguru approached you, his expression shifting from concern to determination. "come here, baby." he said gently, guiding you to the couch and urging you to sit down. "you need to take a break."

you couldn’t help but just sink into the cushions, grateful for the chance to rest. your suguru sat beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. "let me take care of you tonight, baby" he offered, his voice filled with quiet resolve.

you couldn’t help but smile, touched by his love and care. “you don't have to do that, sugu, baby."

your suguru shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "but i want to. you already do so much for everyone else. let me do something for you."

your suguru got up and disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the clattering of dishes and the sound of water running. a few moments later, your lover returned with a cup of tea, offering it to you with a gentle smile.

"here, drink this. it'll help you relax, baby."

you took the cup, feeling the warmth seep into your hands. "thank you, sugu. baby." you said, taking a sip and savoring the calming aroma. the tea was soothing, a perfect remedy for the day's stress. “you’re so good to me.”

he smiles, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “you’ll do the same for me, baby.”

“i love you.” you smiled up to him, drinking your tea again.

“i love you too, baby.” he grins, his fingers running down your hair. "you’re doing an incredible job, baby."

“thank you baby.”

“but take care of yourself, hm? your health matters most.”

you nodded. "i know. i just... i feel like there's always so much to do."

he gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "and you'll get it done, i have no doubt. but you don’t have to do it alone. let me help you, okay?"

his words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, filling the cracks that exhaustion had left behind. "Okay, baby." you agreed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

as the evening wore on, your suguru kept his promise, ensuring you were comfortable and cared for. he drew a warm bath, cooked a simple but delicious dinner, and made sure you took the time to unwind. with each small act of kindness, you felt your energy slowly returning, the weight of the day lifting from your shoulders.

by the time night fell, you were curled up on the couch with your suguru, your head resting on his shoulder. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rhythmic sound of his breathing.

"thank you for taking care of me, baby" you murmured, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. “you’re so good to me.”

suguru smiled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. "anytime, baby." he replied softly. "i’m here for you, always."

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when your favorite character dies — nanami kento.

the moment you heard the news on twitter, your heart sank. your manga favorite character, the one who had inspired you and brought so much joy into your life, was gone. you’ve never felt like this before. this felt like a piece of your world had shifted, leaving behind an unexpected emptiness that you couldn't quite comprehend.

slowly, as the reality settled in, you found yourself sitting on the couch, clutching a pillow tightly, tears welling up in your eyes little by little. you didn’t want to be dramatic but the loss of a beloved character was a reminder of the fleeting nature of life, even in the world of fiction, and it weighed heavily on your heart. it felt like the sun will never shine again.

nanami kento noticed your quiet distress as he entered the room. getting home, he was really worried. on thursdays, you get quiet when spoilers for your favorite manga drops. but you immediately reply to him. it’s been hours now and he was concerned.

your beloved nanami kento had always been perceptive, understanding the small things that brought you happiness and, in turn, the things that could break your heart. he approached you with a calm presence, sitting down beside you.

"hey, baby." he said softly, placing a gentle hand on your back. "’heard about what happened. i'm sorry, baby."

you looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "it sounds silly, doesn't it? being so upset over a fictional character, ken-ken." you said, trying to brush it off, but the pain in your voice betrayed your true feelings. “this is horrible, ken-ken.”

your nanami shook his head, his expression kind and understanding. "it's not silly. we can form connections with stories and characters because they mean something to us. so, don’t worry about being sad. it's okay to feel like this too."

you nodded, feeling a bit reassured by his words, but the grief was still there, a persistent ache. Without another word, your nanami pulled you into a gentle embrace, wrapping his arms around you securely. you were so lucky to have him, your 2d man. your truest love.

"it's okay to cry, baby." he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to your heart. "i'm here. you can let it all out."

and you did. you let the tears flow, feeling the weight of your emotions being shared with someone who understood and cared. your nanami held you close, offering quiet comfort and a safe space to grieve your beloved manga beloved.

after a while, when the tears had subsided and your breathing had steadied, your nanami pulled back slightly, looking at you with gentle eyes. "feeling a little better?" he asked softly.

you nodded, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "a little bit, ken-ken." you admitted, managing a small, grateful smile. "thank you, ken-ken. it really helps having you here. it makes me feel better."

your lover smiled back, a warm, reassuring expression that made you feel valued and understood. no one had made you feel this comfortable being like this, ever. only him. Your beloved.

"anytime," he replied, reaching out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "and if you need to talk more about it or anything else, i’m always here to listen. about this manga husband of yours or someone else."

nanami shifted his position, reaching for a cozy blanket and draping it over your shoulders. "why don't we watch something together, baby?” he suggested, gesturing towards the television. "something light and uplifting. it might help take your mind off things, hm?"

you nodded, appreciating the distraction. "that sounds nice, ken–ken." you agreed, settling back against the cushions.

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when you watch too many cute videos and you get overwhelmed — yuuji itadori.

It had been one of those days where you found yourself falling down a rabbit hole of cute cat and dog videos online. your little brother had sent you a video that led to another, and soon, you were lost in a world of fluffy kittens and playful puppies, your heart swelling with each adorable clip.

as the hours passed, the sheer amount of cuteness became overwhelming. you found yourself tearing up, emotions bubbling up unexpectedly as you watched a video of a tiny kitten being rescued or a puppy reuniting with its owner. you couldn't help it; the happiness was so intense that it left you feeling a bit frazzled and emotionally raw.

yuuji happened to walk into the room just as you were openly crying, your face buried in your hands. his eyes widened in concern, and he quickly came over to sit beside you.

"hey, babe, what's wrong?" he asked, gently rubbing your back as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

you let out a shaky laugh, feeling a little embarrassed for getting so emotional over cute videos. "it's just... i don't know," you hiccupped, wiping away your tears. "i've been watching all these cat and dog videos, and now i'm just so overwhelmed by how adorable they are!"

yuuji grinned, clearly relieved that it wasn't something more serious. "ah, i get it. they're so cute that it just hits you right in the heart, huh?" he said, giving you a sympathetic pat on the back. "i didn't know cute overload was a real thing until now!"

you nodded, chuckling through your tears. "yeah, i guess i wasn't prepared for this emotional rollercoaster," you said, feeling a bit more at ease with his lighthearted approach.

"well, how about we take a break from all the cuteness for a bit?" yuuji suggested, his voice cheerful and comforting. "we could go for a walk or do something else to clear your mind. what do you think?"

you nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "a walk sounds nice," you agreed, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of stepping away from the emotional overload.

yuuji stood up and offered his hand to help you off the couch. as you took it, you felt a wave of warmth and comfort from his touch, his easygoing nature already helping to soothe your frazzled nerves.

as you both headed outside, yuuji started talking about random things, trying to distract you with stories about his day and sharing funny moments that had happened recently. his energy was contagious, and soon you found yourself laughing along with him, the heaviness in your chest starting to lift.

"see? you're already feeling better, babe!" yuuji said with a grin as you walked through the park, the fresh air doing wonders to clear your mind. "sometimes you just need a change of scenery."

you nodded, appreciating how effortlessly he knew how to make things better. "thank you, yuuji," you said sincerely, feeling lucky to have him by your side. "you're always so good at cheering me up."

he gave you a warm smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you continued your walk. "it's easy when i'm with you, babe." he replied, his voice full of genuine affection. “i love you, hm?”

you giggled. “love you too, babe.”

by the time you returned home, you felt much more at ease, the overwhelming emotions from earlier having subsided. yuuji made you a cup of hot cocoa and some snacks. both of you settled down together in a snuggle pile on the couch, determined to keep the good vibes going.

"remember, no more cute videos for a while, babe!" he teased gently, nudging you playfully. "or at least take it slow next time!"

you laughed, grateful for his support and understanding. "i'll try, babe." you promised, snuggling closer to him, feeling comforted and content.

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when you’re on your period and its been painful — fushiguro megumi.

the cramps had started early in the morning, a dull ache that gradually intensified until it felt like a storm was raging inside you. this was one of those cycles—one of the bad ones. you really tried to go about your day, but the pain and discomfort were relentless, leaving you feeling drained and frustrated. tears were brimming through your eyes all day. you haven’t told megumi, but it’s rough to disturb him when he’s training.

so, you decided you would find dealing with this by yourself the only choice. you were curled up on the couch, a heating pad pressed against your abdomen, trying to find some relief. the room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh light, as even that seemed too much to bear. but you’ll get through it. you always have. and you will again.

fushiguro megumi walked in, his expression softening with concern as soon as he saw you. kugisaki had called him, because you weren’t answering the knocks on your dorm door. he had noticed the signs earlier, the subtle winces and the way you held yourself, and he knew you were in pain. he sighed and shifted your hair away from your face, eyes narrowed tenderly.

"hey, dummy." he said, his tone gruff but filled with concern as he sat beside you. he presses his palm against your forehead. "how are you feeling?"

you let out a small sigh, giving him a tired smile. "not great, babe." you admitted, appreciating his presence. "this cycle is rough. it hurts so bad."

megumi nodded, a little furrow of worry on his brow. "why didn’t you tell me earlier?" he muttered, reaching out to gently brush your back as you sniffed some air. “you know i don’t like it when you’re sick, you dummy.”

“but you were busy.” your lips echo a tender pout, eyes brimming with wetness.

“i don’t care if i’m busy.” he sighs, brushing your face softly. his tender eyes were always so loving to you. “i want to take care of you, i always do. so let me, okay?”

you sniffed your tears away. “hm, okay.”

"is there anything i can do to help?" his thoughtfulness was a balm to your discomfort, and you felt a little lighter knowing he was there to support you. “what you need me to do to care for you, babe?”

"could you maybe make some warm tea?" you asked, hoping the warmth might help ease the cramps a bit. "and get snacks? please?”

"yeah, yeah. i’ll be right back." he replied, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

you could hear him moving around, the sound of water boiling and the comforting clink of mugs being prepared. he rummaged through your cabinets to get you some snacks. he already knows what you like. but your mood changed a lot when you get your period. he had to be sure.

"you want chocolate, right?"

"yeah, babe. i’d like those. thank you, babe.” you said, a bit more relieved. you could see his red ears from all the way here. you grinned slightly. “it’s cute how you’re blushing.”

“i–i’m not, shut up!”

“how cute my boyfriend is!”

“cut it out, you dummy!”

he returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of herbal tea and a couple of snacks, including your favorite chocolate bar. he set them down on the table in front of you, giving you a small smile as you took his hand and squeezed it. you knew you’d always be cared for, because he’s always here. he’ll never make you feel anything but happy, loved and comforted.

"here you go," he said, sitting back down beside you. "and i brought some snacks too, just in case you’re hungry."

you smiled at his thoughtfulness, taking a sip of the tea and feeling its warmth spread through you. "thank you, babe. you have no idea how lovely this is. this helps a lot."

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "it’s nothing, dummy. let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

as the day went on, megumi stayed by your side, quietly taking care of you in all the ways that mattered. he made sure you were comfortable, adjusted the pillows behind your back, and even put on one of your favorite movies to help distract you from the pain.

when the cramps became particularly intense, he would sit close, offering gentle words of encouragement and occasionally rubbing your back in soothing circles. his presence was a steady anchor, helping you feel less alone in your discomfort. he kissed your temple tenderly, as soft as a feather. everything about his gentleness made you feel so loved.

"remember to drink plenty of water, okay?" he reminded you gently, handing you a glass. "and don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything else."

"thank you, megumi," you said again, feeling overwhelmed by his love. "i’m really lucky to have you."

he gave you a soft look, his green–blue orbs full of love. "....i’m just glad i can be here for you, you know that." he replied, his voice sincere. "i like taking care of you."

"i know you do." you whispered, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lips. "love you, babe."

he blushed slightly, looking away. "…love you too."

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