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[sweetlurr]

🫀𓂃ִֶָ࣪𐀔尋ねる

[onlyheluvsme]

This is my first time requesting I feel so weird writing this lmao

But imagine stroking Abby's (big) clit while she breastfeeds off of you

thank you anon for feeding into this lol. in my head its officially canon that she has a huge clit — since she was somewhat a dom in the first one id love to entertain a sub!abby w a huge clit! here you go i hope you enjoy!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋbig clit!abby pt ii࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋabby smut!!´ˎ˗mdni, lowercase intended, smut, fluff, mentions of: alcohol, oral, drunkenness, intercourse*ೃ༄pls leave reqs!! ++ apologies for the late post! pls forgive me!

part i | part ii

one of your hands wrapped tightly around the cold neck of your third beer, the other played with the soft hair at the nape of your girlfriend’s neck. you currently sat on one of abby’s thick thighs, her hands securing your waist as all of your friends laughed around you.

“she left before i could apologize!” manny laughs, hands flying in the air with an attempt to prove himself.

“you called her the wrong name three times! she should’ve left the first time!” nora laughs, her drink slightly spilling from its rim due to her excitement.

you look down at your girlfriend and watched as she laughed along with her friends, pure joy and a slight drunkenness gleamed in her eyes. even when tipsy, you admired her beautiful face, tracing each curve and angle with your eyes. you slowly began to drown out the laughter around you, watching the way abby’s lips wrapped around her beer bottle.

suddenly her two eyes find yours, a softness immediately takes front,

“hi baby” she whispers, one hand coming up to the back of your neck bringing you down in a soft kiss.

“mmm” you moan out, quickly becoming breathless as you sucked her plump bottom lip into her mouth.

abby laughs against your mouth, slightly pulling you back by your nape,

“i made you come about five times this morning and you still want more?” her brows raised in a laugh but your eyes shot wide.

with a quick whip of your head, your eyes scanned your friends; fearful they heard your mouthy girlfriend. you were lucky however, that each of your friends were sucked into loud conversations or were being too rowdy to hear abby in your ear.

taking advantage of your turned head, abby finds the lobe of your ear with her mouth, biting it lightly, knowingly being a tease.

“fuck it, we’re leaving” you said to her, quickly pulling yourself from the warmth of her lap you ignore her laughter at your impatience. you start your round of goodbyes, giving some excuse of being tired.

“nooo! putas! you promised me shots tonight!” manny calls out from his seat but you have one of abby’s hands out the door already.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

your hips began to slow their rock against abby’s face as you came down from your orgasm. it didn’t take long for you to end up on her tongue when you both arrived home, having already been soaked watching abby with her friends.

with closed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, your hips did slow circles against her tongue, your orgasm having finished; however, the feeling of her soft wet muscle against you felt soothing while drunk like this.

abby let you, with one hand to her enlarged clit and the other to your thigh to hold you down securely, her tongue laid flat as you rolled your hips on her.

her fingers stroked herself lightly, her slick covered her fingers, yet she kept losing a good grip. as your eyes opened slowly, you looked down to find your girlfriends face frowning, eyes closed as you rode her. what could be bothering my sweet girl?

you lift your hips and a line of your slick is connected to abby’s mouth but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“baby are you okay?” you ask, one of your hands removing themselves from the wall as balance, to her forehead as you brushed some of her loose hair back into its braid.

“can’t come” she practically whines, eyes finally opening to find yours.

without a second thought, you remove yourself completely from her face, and have her sit up.

“baby you don’t have to..” abby becomes shy, it was still relatively new for the two of you to have intercourse and abby still had some insecurities that hadn’t gone away as easy as others.

you don’t give her a verbal reply, sitting next to her, you pull her upper body and hear onto you sideways. you facing north to south, her east to west, as you cradled her into your chest.

without a second thought, abby’s lips came down onto your right nipple as you held her up so she could relax in your arms. after all the work she did for you today, it was only fair she got a relaxing orgasm as well.

abby’s teeth tugged and played with the hardness of your nipple, soaking it in her spit. you let her unravel for a few moments, still tense from trying to make you and her come at the same time. poor baby.

soon enough, abby fully relaxed against you. her legs slowly parting, giving you access to her enlarged clit. as her hands wrap around you, one playing with your left nipple lightly, you slowly trace yours down her body.

your fingers ghost down her chest watching as her own nipples peak against the slightly chilled room, goose bumps forming where your fingers touch,

“fuck baby please” she moans against your nipple, thighs spreading firmly now.

“i know my girl, i know” you reassure her, pressing a kiss into her blonde hair. your fingers find her ribs, then her abdomen, following the grooves of her abs. her stomach dips with your fingers and she bites onto your nipple with a little more force.

relenting from your teasing, your hand finds the warmth between her thighs. your pointer finger comes down to trace a line from her belly button, to the spread lips of her cunt, around her enlarged puffy clit, and straight to her leaking hole.

your finger circles the hole, letting it quiver against you, slick leaking out with every clench. a whine leaves your poor girlfriend’s throat and her hips buck with impatience. you giggle, dropping another kiss to her head.

abby feels on fire, the warmth of your body around her, the feel of your puffy nipple in her mouth and between her fingers is almost enough to make her come; all she needs is a little bit of your help and you keep teasing her. abby’s mouth continues its pulling and tugging on your nipple, and when she attempts another whine, your slick covered hand finds her clit.

abby’s eyes roll to the back of her head. her clit was large enough in size that you were able to stroke her easily between a few fingers. not a full grip but enough to stroke the pink member lightly.

“see? no reason to be impatient” you whisper to her, dropping a third kiss into her head as your fingers stroked up and down on her clit.

her legs began a slight shake every time you circled your thumb on the tip of her clit,

“feels good right there huh?” you watch her face on your chest, complete bliss having taken over her feature; mouth slack against your nipple.

your hand stroked her, then traveled slowly to her hole, dipping your fingers in to gather more slick, then back onto the soft under side and tip of her clit where it was most sensitive.

it didn’t take long for abby’s orgasm to hit this time, your soft fingers brushing the spots that seem to have a billion nerve endings.

“fuck i’m goin-” abby whispers against your nipple but it's too late as your fingers stroke her faster, thumb circling the tip quicker.

abby’s back arches from its position as her orgasm washed through her like a tidal wave, come leaking between your fingers rapidly.

“good girl” you praise her with soft kisses into her hairline as she bucks her hips against your unrelenting hand,

“you got one more in you baby i feel it” your fingers came down to her velvet walls, feeling them clench around you.

abby rolled your nipple back into her mouth, the overstimulation too much for her,

“b-baby” is all she gets out against your nipple as her second orgasm quickly washes over her, this one felt deep in her walls.

you pat her cunt lightly, watching her come leak out more with each smack,

“too much, too much” she whined, and you giggled as your hand relented its torture on her cunt, finding your own mouth to suck off her slick.

with sleepy eyes abby watches your mouth and tongue lick her come off of your hand,

“fuck” she whispers, raising herself from your chest to sit up across from you. slightly gasping at the feeling of her large, puffy clit slowly softening against the cold sheets.

“you okay?” you ask half mindedly, too focused on licking your hand.

“oh my god stop!” her hand pulls yours away, and you laugh at her reaction.

“i can’t help it baby i love you” you laugh without realizing what you’ve said, it was just that easy.

abby however realizes the words that have come out of your mouth before you do, sleepy eyes going wide,

“what?” she whispers, a tight throat not allowing her to go up an octave.

“what do you mean what?” you ask slipping the pointer finger covered in abby’s slick in your mouth.

“i love you too” she looks at you with a look you cant quite pin.

your shock becomes embarrassment and then complete joy as your brain recounts what you said and her response. the alcohol and orgasm high causing your mouth to slip out feelings you were nervous to share but had felt for a while.

slipping your finger quickly out of your mouth, you threw yourself into her and her thick arms found your bare body quickly, you left rapid kisses in her neck,

“i love you i love you i love you i love you” you said between kisses, enjoying the sweet sound of her giggles in your ear.

abby pulls you back by your cheeks to get a good look at you, joy and affection evident in both your eyes.

“what the fuck am i going to do with you?” abby’s forehead falls to yours, nose rubbing yours back and forth lightly.

“you can keep me forever” you kiss her softly.

the two of you stayed that way for who knows how long, bare in each others arms, whispering words of ‘i love you’ till you both fell asleep.

[abby masterlist]

[cumtoru]

★— Your husband, your oh so beloved husband Satoru always has the dream of growing old and having children, with you, obviously.

To no surprise, because of this reason, he had developed a big n' fat breeding kink. Oh, just the thought of filling your womb to the very brim with his creamy cum? It made his eyes roll.

And the fact that earlier you were starting to talk about starting a family? Not a good idea around Gojo, hun. ♡

So noww, you were bent nearly in half, being forced to take the thick n' long meat Gojo served you— no, not YOU, he was serving your womb and your pussy a favor. A favor by breeding you silly. Until you grew a huge n' pretty baby bump.

He was DETERMINED to make you a mommy. ♡

"Fffuck, Toru'! G-Gonna make me a m-mamaaa holy shiiit!" To no surprise, and due to the continuous hours of filthy sex, your brain was a mushy as a bowl of mashed potatoes.

"W-What do ya think I'm tryna do, ma'? Shiiit, been wantin' to make ya a mommy for soso long..! Shit, gonna cum!" Gojo was rather pathetic-looking whenever he came from his high, fucking you at inhumane speeds as he came repeatedly in your womb.

All until you were drowning in it (he jus' kept fucking you until you went numb n' tingly). 'It' being his creamy n' delicious cum. ♡

And all because he wanted to make you a mommy. ♡

Oh, and spoiler alert, you were pregnant the next day. And Gojo was in for loads of lecturing and yelling.. Guess that's what he gets for impregnating his pretty girl. ୨୧

@ cumtoru 2025 - all right reserved.

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | 𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

Pairing Robert “Bob” Reynolds x Female Reader Summary On a slow morning, away from the pressures of the city, Bob helps quell your fears about the future [contains fluff, mild angst, the nickname ‘Robby’, cute superpower usage, wc 2.6k]  A/N I fell in love with Bob during Thunderbolts, and the events of this fic take place two years after the movie. A bit of maturing and healing have taken place—mentally and in terms of his powers. It’s my first time writing for him, so let me know what you think! 

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Sunlight, bedsheets, and skin. Reality itself dawned with the visage of a dream. With a lone fingertip, you trace the line of his spine from the space between his shoulder blades to where the soft linen pools at his hips. Tiny hairs rise on his bare skin as he shivers. Bob envisions your soft smile and slow-blinking eyes before he tips fully into wakefulness. When he does, your touch stills midway along his back as you venture upwards. 

Instead of car engines, birds sing outside. Rather than the sweeping windows of the Avengers tower, floral wallpaper and simple curtained panes allow the sun’s rays to paint the room. There’s no agenda, no meetings, no need to rush. This is the Catskills, and Manhattan is miles away. 

You were grateful the team granted you two the weekend away at one of Bucky’s old safe houses. It’s a secluded rural farmhouse surrounded by oak trees—a scene fit for the silver screen. 

“There you are,” you lilt. 

Bob huffs a shy chuckle. “Hi.”  He swallows when you comb your fingers through his hair. “Have you been up long?” 

“Ages.” He frowns at that. “I’m kidding.” 

A small smile breaks across his face. If you had been waiting long, he’d consider telling you that he’d had one of the best sleeps of his life. Then it’d make sense why he wanted to cling to it just a little longer. 

He’d almost lost track of all his luck since he met you. A part of him feared it was bound to fade away, but even then, he’d be alright with life having given him time with you at all. It’d been a year since you met, and he couldn’t remember goodness ever prevailing this long. As far as he knew, there was a crash after every high. 

But not all people were like vices he was once used to seeking: there one minute and gone the next. You’d stumbled into Bob’s life one chilly night on West 43rd and bonded over cheap slices. Sometime between then and him walking you home, you realized you liked having him around. Without so much as trying, he made you lean in closer, laugh too loud, lose track of time. 

When your fingers pass through his hair yet another gentle time, a small sound rises in his throat as your nails scratch against his scalp. 

“That feels good,” he sighs. 

For someone who’d never quite be able to break, you treated him as though the opposite were true. Every touch was so thoughtful and careful that even he began to believe it might be possible after all. Maybe you saw that he was a bunch of tiny pieces held together by a renewed will to live. Maybe you were the glue. 

“It’s getting so long.” You playfully rake some soft strands of hair into his face, and the feathery sensation makes him scrunch his nose. “You’re gonna disappear on me pretty soon.” 

Bob combs his hair back to see you again, chest filled with a warmth that refuses to stay in one place. 

“I promise I won’t.” The dual meaning of his words translates through his deep, blue eyes. “Gonna come find me if I do?” 

You pretend to think, as if you hadn’t already done your share of saving each other. 

“Maybe,” you say. 

When his lips twitch with the threat of a smile, you poke his ribcage a couple of times to coax it out. It works like a charm. Before you know it, he rolls onto his back and pulls you to lie on top of him. Your legs fall on either side of his body. 

“Robby, careful,” you chuckle in surprise.  

He likes the pressure, the proximity. After a few seconds, you finally relax on top of him, scooting down his body enough to rest your head against his chest. His skin is warm beneath your cheek, and you can feel the rise and fall of each steady breath. One of his hands slips beneath your shirt to draw shapes across the small of your back.  

Your eyes slip closed, and like a light switch, you’re transported back to the night you first met. Fluorescent lights shine above as the two of you sit across from each other near the front window of a pizza place. The steady buzz of chatter fills the air along with the rich scent of tomato sauce and oregano. Outside, pedestrians flutter by. 

It’s a memory. 

You can see your present selves too, standing over the shoulders of the yous forever bound to the past. You meet Bob’s gaze, taking in his boxers and muscled torso as his own eyes rove over you. 

That night, the team had let him leave without Bucky or John tagging along. The independence wouldn’t have been a big deal in another life, but it felt like a rite of passage. They were finally beginning to trust in his ability to control the multitudes he contained. He could’ve gone anywhere in Manhattan, somewhere more bustling and lively, but he’d decided to take a walk and grab a greasy bite.  

As Bob looks between your past selves, he can see the nerves in his gaze and the intrigue in yours. It was possible you had seen him on TV back when the city turned void. If you did happen to know who he was, you were sensitive enough not to mention that fateful day. 

The real reason you’d struck up a conversation with him was because he’d held the door for you when you first walked into the pizza place, two strangers crossing paths in the city that never sleeps. There was a certain allure you couldn’t quite pin down, a palpable energy. Something behind his eyes.

It was no secret that those who wandered at night were often looking to feel a little more alive. Perhaps you’d met for a reason written somewhere amid the invisible stars. 

Upon opening your eyes, you’re back in bed with him. You prop yourself up on his chest to study him.  

“You took us back,” you say. 

“Sorry,” Bob murmurs. “Wasn’t trying to.”  

Sometimes, when he feels safe and thinks about you, his mind will pull you two into a lifelike memory. It wasn’t a matter of control; he simply allowed it to happen without fighting against it.  

You run a light fingertip down his nose. “I don’t know if I believe you.” 

Bob takes your wrist and kisses the heel of your palm. “But you liked it.” 

“Says who?” 

“The smile on your face.” As soon as he says that, you purposely flatten your expression. A chuckle rumbles through him. “Guess I’ll stop if it’s so unbearable.” 

You could easily call his bluff, but the thought still stirs a small flicker of worry within you. Bob sees it in your eyes and squeezes you to quell it. There wasn’t a single part of him you hated. Not even the scarier, messier parts that often scared people away. It was their loss. It’d be hard to come across someone quite like him again.  

••• 

As the record player plays a jazzy instrumental, the sound of the spatula scraping against the bottom of the pan is a gentle accompaniment. Bob’s back muscles shift as he continues scrambling the eggs. It feels like you’re a koala bear with the way you’ve secured your arms around him, but he doesn’t mind. Not when it feels like this moment was handcrafted by tranquility itself. 

You didn’t get many moments like this in Manhattan. Now that you’re seeing what it’s like to have him all to yourself with no check-ins, you realize you wouldn’t mind having this forever. Except, forever seemed to stretch like an empty void waiting to be filled. And it was up to you to do the shaping. 

“Do you ever think about…” you trail off.  

Bob waits for you to continue, but you don’t. “About what?” he encourages. It almost hurts how patient he is with you. 

You tuck your nose into the space between his shoulder blades to inhale the scent of his shirt. “Thought you were a mind reader,” you accuse in a gentle attempt to deflect. “I want a refund.” 

Laughing, Bob turns off the stove and faces you. “It’s your mind we’re talking about.” There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he speaks. “Not even I can get a read on that thing.” What he means is that he’d never invade your thoughts. He never had. 

He tilts his head in that disarming, attentive way of his. “What were you gonna say?” His eyes remind you of the dark stare of a fawn, ever curious and searching. 

You redirect your attention to the floor. “Stop looking at me like that.” 

Bob lifts your chin back up with his index finger. “Like what?” It’s a painfully genuine question. “Like I value what you have to say?” 

When you remain quiet, his eyes darken, and bright ribbons of molten gold swirl through his irises. It’s beautiful in an intimidating way that makes your stomach flutter; an attempt at levity. A small smile plays on his lips as his gaze returns to normal. You bite back a reaction because you know he’d done it on purpose, knows you like it.  

“Tough crowd,” he playfully mumbles. “Talk to me, sweetheart, c’mon.” 

“After breakfast,” you say. “The food’s gonna get cold.” 

•••

Bob hums under his breath as he flips through a box of Bucky’s old vinyl. The house itself is even older, and the way the wooden floors creak tells the tale. He studies the cover art of the albums as you sit and watch from your place on the couch. You break your silence when you’ve had enough of the distance. 

“Hey, Robby?” He redirects his attention to you. “Maybe we can pause the music browsing for a sec.”

With how quickly he steps away from the box, you’re convinced he’d been waiting for you to say that. The cushions dip as he joins you on the plush sage couch. 

The entire living room is cozy. It reminds Bob of visits to his grandparents’ house as a boy. He remembers weekends and summers being dropped off when his parents claimed to need a break. It became a safe space that he never wanted to leave. 

With his grandparents, there was no constant clamoring, shouting matches, or phone calls from the electric company threatening to cut the lights off. He played outside in the sun with the older kids and came back inside to homemade lemonade and playful comments about him having worked up a good sweat. 

When he got older, and his grandparents passed away, his escape became the dingy basements of questionable acquaintances and back alleyways that never turned a lost soul away. 

Bob reaches over to squeeze your thigh. “I’m all ears whenever you're ready.”

“It feels kinda stupid now,” you admit. 

“Stupid and I go way back.” He’s sincere even as he jests. “Try me.” 

You play with your fingers and bite the inside of your cheek. It feels like you’re a scared kid standing on a diving board at the deep end of the pool. All attention is on you. It’s time to jump. 

“Do you ever think about the future? What it looks like?” you ask, pausing for a few seconds. “If people like us get a happily ever after?” 

You meet each other’s gaze. 

“People like us,” he repeats slowly. You can see the gears moving in his mind. 

“I’m me, and you’re… you,” you say. “There’s no such thing as normal.” 

Bob hums, not agreeing or disagreeing.

You exhale. “Everything’s starting to feel so perfect.” Bob waits for you to continue. “But it feels like I’m waiting for the rug to get ripped out from under me.” 

“I hear you,” he says, reaching out to interlock his fingers with yours. He's quiet for a few thoughtful beats. “I don’t know what’s down the road, but I know what’s in front of me right now,” he says. 

A silence stretches between you until he breaks it again. “Back when I tried the whole therapy thing, there was this idea called dress rehearsing tragedy,” he says. “It’s when you think of the worst so much that it gets hard for the good to shine through.” 

You nod as you soak in every measured word. 

“That was me every time things started to look up,” Bob admits reflectively. “I’m not saying that’s you right now—hell, you practically are the sun to me.” Your lips twitch upwards when he squeezes your hand. 

“What I’m saying is we get this whole weekend together.” Bob leans in closer. “So let’s just be here.” 

“And when the weekend ends?” you murmur, just to see what he says. 

“I promise I’m in this for the long haul,” he assures. “Whatever it takes.” 

Those last words linger in the air. Bob gives you his full attention when you shift as if you’re about to speak up. Instead, you brush your thumb over the back of his hand. His eyes never leave you. It’s a glimpse into what it must’ve felt like for him to be under your watchful gaze the night you met.  

“Whatever it takes,” you echo. 

So much in life seemed far away for you. Falling in love was for other people, marriage was for other people, buying a house and building a life was for other people. Not for you. 

Bob offers a solemn smile. “I used to be scared all the time.” He thinks for a moment. “Now I refuse to be. Out of spite mainly.” 

You huff a laugh, partly amused, partly in admiration. “I swear you’re not real sometimes. Like this is all just a dream.” 

Bob chuckles. “I swear I am.” He kisses your cheek to prove he’s real. “Need me to pinch you? ‘Cause I can do that too.” 

A small squeal escapes you as he reaches for your side, but he lets you push his hand away. You blink up at him in surprise when he stands and extends that hand to you. 

“Let’s go,” he says. 

You let him pull you to your feet, a spark of excitement stirring. “Go where?”

“The lake.”

•••

There’s a breeze that complements the warmth in the air. Grass crunches beneath your shoes as you follow Bob down to the shoreline. The still water shimmers in the light of the sun. Across the way, you can see somebody paddling in a canoe. There’s a bench beneath a cluster of birch trees, but Bob walks up to the water, and you stop by his side. Leaves rustle, birds chirp. 

He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You rest your head on your shoulder. It’s so still and quiet that your thoughts begin to settle. Bob was right. Neither of you knew the future. But in this moment, you at least know the feeling of standing beside someone you love. You know you’d be willing to fight for it. And maybe that was enough. 

Bob looks at you after a while, cataloguing your features like it’s the first time. He closes the distance between you just as you’re about to jokingly ask if he’s looking for something. A pleasant warmth spreads through your body as his lips find yours. He kisses you tenderly, hands settling on your waist as you reposition yourself in front of him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, where you gently tug his hair. 

Bob smiles into the kiss. Not for any particular reason, more like a culmination of things. 

You pull away. “What?” you whisper against his lips, beginning to smile. 

Bob’s cheeks warm as he shakes his head. “I’m just happy.” 

“Me too.” 

“We’re gonna be okay,” he promises. 

Your lips find each other’s again.

-

Thanks for reading! All likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I promise I see them all! 

BOB MASTERLIST

ALL MASTERLISTS

[lachatalovematcha]

🌈🌼🎀～♪♪｡∴☆ ｡∴☆ まるで夢みたい覚めないで～♪♪｡∴☆ ｡∴☆ああ・・・⭐🎀🧸Ｉ ＬＯＶＥ ＹＯＵヾ(・ω・*)🍦🌸🍰同じ夢を見よう本日は本当にありがとう·̩ ｡ ☆ ﾟ ＊🌸 🌷 🍰

[cosmiiwrites]

whooo second round of bs I drew, here’s a stupid comic

Local jaded old man who thought he had seen all the horrors discovers a new horror

There is not a single way for the Symbiote and reader to eat that isn’t horrific, so that’s basically what the comic is based on

And another stupid meme thing, I also was working on a few edits of what I think different invincible characters would look like in this universe (you can see it with eve and Rex lmao) but I stopped for now cause tbh all of them are just tired and stressed and that’s the biggest difference

stop i love you for this this made me giggle out loud

CECIL LOOKS EXTREMELY CONCERNED IM HOWLINGGGG

i can’t over this dude you ABSOLUTELY COOOKEEEEDDD

i imagine reader blocking mark over and over and he STILL manages to spam their phone

STOP ACTUALLY THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT ONE AUDIO WHERE IT GOES “can we get back together please….” “no…” “PLEASE”

“The thing” AS ANISSA AAKSJSJSJS

FANTASTIC GIVE ME 14 OF THEM RN

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 i'll say a hundred and fourty times, | various hsr men x gender neutral reader reader

💌 — ; i think about you or something like that ! you remember your first date with your husband like it was yesterday, what exactly did they do to convince you that they were the one?

love mail — these vary in length cus bless my heart i js cant 💔 i picked the characters who are super popular on this account + mutuals faves so if urs isnt on here am sorry (ノ´Д｀)ノ posting this early hi i love u guys!!!! thank you for so much love and a platform to write as a other yr passes 4 me and i turn 17!!! this is actually so long im going BANANAS 🩷 proper post tmr ! (anaxa, mydei, phainon, caelus, dan heng, boothill, sampo, blade, ratio, jing yuan, gallagher, sunday in that order)

what anaxa had done to seal the deal was fairly simple; he asked for a second date. the professor had somewhat of a reputation, many saw him as a cold man, soulless when it comes to romance. but what you didn't know was that anaxa had been thinking about what to wear the night prior, something he saw as 'trivial' and 'not an important thing to consider'. or how your hand lingered a bit too long after he gave you your favorite coffee/tea/drink (his treat), little and seemingly insignificant details were becoming more and more important to him as the day of the date was building up, and he wasn't sure why.

it wasn't until after the long date—you grabbed his hand, told him that everything he arranged was perfect, and smiled at him so sweetly he was sure he'd wake up with a toothache. the gesture was unfamiliar yet not unwelcomed, it was then he realized that he didn't want to let this go, that he wanted this.. for the rest of his life.

and he got it <3 hooray!

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜

what intrigued you about mydei was his idea of masculinity. it wasn't toxic, you were VERY relieved at that... he was surprisingly a very gentle man despite his intimidating appearance! his first date being at his place was a bit off putting, but he just wanted to bake you a fresh batch of cookies. he's halfway through the process when you suddenly ask; "what's your favorite thing?" it seems you've brought the crown prince of kremnos into a bit of thought, as he thought long and hard of what to answer. "butterflies, i like butterflies. i don't remember if i've ever seen one before i escaped the river of souls. they're beautiful.. delicate, something i'll never really get to be."

the night goes on and you've gotten close enough to lean on his shoulders while you sit on the couch, enjoying a series in silence with a plate of warm cookies on the coffee table. the lack of conversation isn't awkward, rather welcomed, then it was interrupted by what has been probably the sweetest thing ever told to you. "you uh.. remind me of a butterfly. you possess beauty that is.. otherworldly to me, you're someone i've never seen before and i'd be honored if you.. gave me some more time to bask in your existence. let me be gifted with your ethereal charm."

100% spent the night cuddling together, made you laugh at how nervous mydei was to hold you since he didn't wanna mess up 🙏

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before real dates became a thing, phainon's FAAAVORITE excuse to spend one on one time with you was study dates. was there any actual studying going on? yes, but was phainon listening? absolutely not! how could he? not when you're trying your best to tutor him yet he still fails this one specific class (enrolled cause you were in it) despite your teaching.

you didn't mind the fact he kept coming to your door, he was your best friend before your 'student'. but it was getting to a point that if you explain a complicated concept one more time, only to see him staring at you and absolutely not listening you're about to pull his pretty blue hair off.

which you did tell him. hair ripping threat and all, and naturally the nameless hero—who dominates battlefields and comes out victorious, is quick to confess his true motive for these frequent visits to your dorm. he just likes looking at you when you're focused, passionately discussing your favorite topic from your favorite subject and he gets to be a part of that experience for you.

he wants to emphasize; he gets to be a PART of something greater that you're DEEPLY passionate about, and understand you more as a person. (when he should be understanding the class but wtv)

taking you out on a date-but-never-officially-called-that date as an apology, which worked in his favor. it turned out so good that you told him you wanted to go out again, which he was ecstatic about by the way!!! super gratful he almost failed that class if it meant you two got together 🩷

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caelus is a big eater at heart, so of course it felt only right to take you out to a nice dinner, all on him! welt even got him a nice outfit to go along with it, very classy and formal.

and while you two ate, drank, and laughed the night away—caelus was quick to notice that you were getting full. you and him had chosen the same meal (he wanted to try to understand and adjust to your food palette in case of a second date), but you felt bad that you couldn't finish it with so much still on the plate.

the trailblazer, who had already bulldozed almost the entire meal, laughs at your frown. only to switch the meals around, where there was only a little left and he had the bigger portion. "don't want anything to go to waste, y'know?" he flashed that charming smile at you, and it made you chuckle. not for such a sweet gesture, which you really did appreciate, but he had a piece of leaf stuck in between his teeth. it gave off the whole charm he had, effortlessly kind and unintentionally funny. you liked that.. liked that a lot, actually. (enough to spend the rest of ur lives tgt <3)

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for a portion of your childhood life, you found it hard to be heard. your voice was never loud enough to stand out from a crowd, and you felt ignored. that you weren't good enough to be listened to.

so going on a date was extremely nerve-wracking. you decided to make sure to never try to assert yourself too much in a conversation, just let them take the lead and not try to disturb with your 'uninteresting' input.

halfway through the date, holding hands and talking about your favorite place to visit-you are very quick to realize that you've taken up most of the conversation. and it isn't in a bad way either, since dan heng was adding his own little comments.. adding his ideas in the conversation. but he hasn't.. stopped you. he let you speak comfortably, let you be heard. "sorry, did i give you a weird look? i didn't mean to.. i just.. i really like listening to you. please don't ever stop talking."

your now husband loves to tell the people that said his quietness would never get him someone.. that he has a ring now and a very lovely spouse that has a matching one !

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boothill doesn't usually have time for dates, always moving on the road and hopping around penacony. but when robin set him up with a good friend of hers, he didn't want to decline. the cowboy was quick to realize you were really cute and interesting, so he didn't mind taking a day off... until it wasn't a day off.. and had to handle a quick bounty a couple of hours before your date.

"don'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthem" is what he repeats to himself before he gets distracted, imagines how you smiled at him yesterday and expressed how excited you were about the date.

got his shit rocked :-( but he still trudged his malfunctioning arm and scarred face to your place. "sorry." he strained a smile as he falls into your arms, grunting. "didn't mean to make ya wait. darlin'.. would never try to leave ya alone on such a pretty night."

his selflessness made your heart soften. he was so uncaring for his wounds, and he was even muttering that he was sorry for getting so much of his bleeding oil on your clothes. the date didn't end up pulling through, at least not properly. since you brought him in to care for him, and honestly just ended up to you flirting all night.

you're more than happy to have a real date when he's all fixed up.

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sampo had finally gotten one upped. HE got scammed by YOU in an exchange of information. it wasn't even anything out of harsh feelings, you had always been his informant, giving him what he needs for a good pay and go. but tonight, you decided to mess with him a bit. after receiving the money you charged to find whatever he needed on some random, you never sent it. left him waiting at his laptop and blinking at his camera, knowing damn well you were watching.

this became a normal thing, the back and fourth 'scams'. and soon your time together became less for a transaction, more just wanting to spend time with each other. which you told him from the very first day that you couldn't care less about anything as long as he had money (you didn't know his name till 3 months of working together).

so one night, expecting the usual "oops! sent it to the wrong number!" or "hehe, maybe i forgot a few zeroes and sent you like 5 coins!" you get an actual message.

"what a coincidence, i'm paying in full but it all went towards a restaurant near your place with the best table for two and your favorite food. it would really be a shame to let it go to waste.."

you agreed. and this went on long enough where one day his payment became a ring and a promise to love you forevermore.

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two stellaron hunters slowly growing to be interested in each other is a rather entertaining sight. kafka was quick to catch on, the lingering glances and subtle touches of affection that would slip the average persons gaze. what was unexpected-was blade's initiation of these gestures. how he'd have a protective stance over you during battle, despite your capabilities likely being on par with his. how he allows his hand to be taken into yours, treating his calloused hands gently after a long day of fighting with his sword, or even just the way he looks at you. it's soft, warm, with a hint of tenderness and admiration. despite his nonchalant face.

this becomes more obvious when he finally asks you out, and he's genuinely caring the whole time. he's interested in your discussions about life, entertains him when he asks you for any other details, and you don't make him feel alone. that's the most important thing. and he makes it clear how much he appreciates you with how he tucks your hair behind your ear, murmuring if he could have the blessing to kiss you. it isn't on the lips-he's not pushing his luck.. but just the cheek. it was something small, but for him? an absolutely huge step.

the date with the ever so well known dr. veritas ratio had gone well enough that you agreed to go home with him. he was quick to clarify that this wasn't to sleep with him, he wasn't that kind of man to push something so early on in what he described to be: "a relationship that may be something greater than i could ever imagine" but instead to take care of you. it seemed as if you were exhausted from the travel during the date, and a nice bath would usually help.

nice bath was an understatement, the guy had scented candles, soft music, the right ratio from bubbles to water, snacks for you to enjoy and had a whole selection of books to choose from.

your fate was sealed the moment you walked into his bathroom because a man who can care for himself and still have the room to care for others is FOR SURE a keeper. even invited him to stay in the bath w u but he wanted to be respectful 🙏 (caved eventually)

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jing yuan was the whole reason you got back into dating. after your first relationship fell apart, you found it hard to want to start things from scratch, learning favorite colors and life dreams all over again. but jing yuan swayed you, something that wasn't easy but he always makes sure to tell you he doesn't regret.

he was introduced to you through yanqing, your former apprentice before he was taken in by the cloud knights. he found out you and jing yuan were around the same age, so the blondie tested out his luck playing cupid <3 so even if it wasn't an immediate yes to his shenanigans, jing yuan started slowly. he could see you had walls and he wanted them to go down upon your own hearts decision, rather than bulldoze through them.

that care never went away. not even years later when he tears up at how far he's come, watching you walk down that aisle and knowing you're his forever.

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gallagher's wasn't even a first date. but you were on one, or supposed to be. till you got stood up and wanted to drink your worries away.

you've been in the bar from the very first hour it opened till now.. aka 3am. and the bartender himself was growing a little drowsy. but you were going strong, probably your 8th bottle of the night, which was starting to be a concern.

one of many, really. for one, gallagher was wondering who could ditch such a person. you clearly fixed yourself up nicely, your outfit was gorgeous and you were so friendly to him up until you realized you were stood up, and the pretty face that made his bar a little brighter went quiet. he couldn't have that.

by the time his shift ended, he slid a drink to you with a napkin. "take care of yourself, alright? come by tomorrow night, and you'll get yourself a real man to go on a date with."

he leaves and the napkin (cliche enough) has his number and name. "gallagher." you say to yourself, making a note in your drunken state to return same time tomorrow.

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sunday totally took you out with vip seats to robins concert. did he have to do a LIIIITTLE bit of pursuading to have robin hand over these tickets? no.. but she did tease him for finally catching a date after all this time! and as much as he is a big admirer for his sisters work, the whole concert he couldn't take his eyes off of you. how you effortlessly glowed in a sea of people, how your passion for something as simple as music could rival his dream for eternal rest to penacony. he has dreamed of you, he's sure of it. someone so carefree and kind, a soul opposite to his, yet perfectly fills the other half of his empty heart.

he wrote poetry about you, robin found it, turned it into a song and had to awkwardly explain why robin's song that she specifically clarified to be written about someone he liked included descriptions of your physical appearance and hints of your personality.

found it very sweet, and insisted your next date should be something more personal so you can learn more about him the way he's learned so much about you without even needing to talk to you to do so. (was just happy to go on a second date)

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[starsandsuch]

୨୧ Planets In The 1st House & Your Physical Appearance ୨୧

★ In astrology, the 1st house represents your physical form.

★ The planets you have in your first house influence how you physically look.

★ This is especially relevant to planets conjunct your ascendant.

★ Honorable mention: this can apply to planets in the 7th house as well. Since the 7th house planets directly aspects the 1st house through opposition.

★ Therefore reading this post for your 7H placements may resonate. 7H moon read for 1H moon, 7H Jupiter read for 1H Jupiter etc.

Disclaimer: all celebrities listed as examples are considered using their Vedic Sidereal Birthchart.

Enjoy ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

Sun in the 1st house:

Radiant & regal. These individuals have a bright, healthy, strong appearance. Undertones are warm with golden tint. Naturally glowy skin. Bright , wide smile. A smile/laugh that is contagious. Face features overall are well defined. Face shape is broad with a square jawline. High cheekbones. Likely to have freckles/beauty marks. Body type is athletic and lean. Broad shoulders with muscular arms. You look appealing in anything gold. ִ ࣪𖤐

Celeb examples: India Love, Aaliyah, Scarlett Johansson, Lindsay Lohan

Moon in the 1st house:

Dreamy & glowy ⊹₊⋆. These individual’s physical appearance is delicate, feminine and soft. Skin looks plush and they exude a softness in their aura that seems ethereal. It naturally looks like they are wearing a filter on their face. Luminescent skin. Rounded face shape that gently comes to a point at their chin area. Feminine and girly. People perceive them as someone with the ideal feminine appearance. Other women aspire to look like them. You look pretty when you cry.

Celeb examples: Aishwarya Rai, Bella Hadid, Lori Harvey, Angelique Boyer, Rihanna, Audrey Hepburn

Mercury in the 1st house:

Petite frame, slim body, delicate features. Your physical appearance is dainty and can even be considered “cutesy” by others. It’s likely that you look younger than your actual age. Likely to have diamond face shape. Pinched looking features. Lips are well defined and naturally pouty. Nose is straight with a button tip that is slightly upturned. Deep set eyes with a fox like shape. The kind of eye shape that looks good with heavy eyeliner. Neutral undertoned complexion. Pulled towards androgynous aesthetic. Likely to have long shiny hair that is lush and healthy looking. Mercury makes one’s appearance “perfect looking”: precise, innocent, soft, clean. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Celeb examples: Anya Taylor-Joy, Penelope Cruz, Marina Diamandis

Venus in the 1st house:

This placement makes one’s features luscious and alluring. High-set cheekbones with naturally relaxed gaze. They have beauty that is sensorially pleasing to other people. Their face, speech and scent is attractive to others. People feel pleased when they interact with them. Venus gifts one with a curvy feminine body, hour glass frame. Undertones are likely be neutral and you favor muted colors. Hair is thick, full & has volume. Skin is naturally clear and smooth. People ask your beauty secret and your response is: “thank you mom & dad for the amazing DNA ” ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆

Celeb examples: Mariah Carey, Angelina Jolie, Meagan Good, Rihanna

Mars in the 1st house:

This placement makes one have a sharp looking appearance. Defined jawline, foxy eyes, straight pointed nose. Thin arched brows. Your undertone is reddish/orange/cinnamon. Hair color has ginger or blonde undertones. These individuals naturally have an athletic build and form. Hourglass shape with a cinched waist. Body type is lean, yet curvy at the same time. Others consider your physical appearance to be sexually appealing.

Celeb examples: Megan Fox, Kim Kardashian, Kate Moss, Nicki Minaj, Nicole Scherzinger

Jupiter in the 1st house:

This placement gifts one with a healthy and vibrant appearance. Face features are well developed yet soft looking, devoid of harsh angles. Naturally blushing. Clear skin. Plump lips. Big eyes. Heavy jawline. Big forehead. Jupiter tends to make one look “angelic”. Broad smiles, glistening eyes, good posture, these natives has an overall uprightness about their essence. This is likely to give one a curvy/fleshy body. Broad shoulders. Legs are long, curvy. Plump thighs + butt. Undertones are yellowish/orange. They look appealing wearing pink. Something about their beauty is idyllic- it’s idolized by other people. People can often compare you to looking like a doll. You’re naturally photogenic.

Celeb examples: Margot Robbie, Cindy Kimberly, Maya Jama, Jennifer Lopez

Saturn in the 1st house:

Elegant & refined appearance. Well defined bone structure. High cheekbones. Slim nose. Heavy jaw. Long neck. Symmetrical face. Face shape is oblong. Bottom half of face is longer than top half. Eyes are deep-set framed by low-set brows. Complexion is neutral to cool toned. These individuals can have an androgynous look about their appearance. Embodying a balanced aesthetic of masculine and feminine. Appearance improves with age, features look more harmonious with maturity.

Celeb examples: Lori Harvey, Lana Del Rey, Tyra Banks, Britney Spears

Neptune in the 1st house:

Dreamy & ephemeral ⊹₊⋆. Features are feminine, heavenly, soft and opulent. It naturally looks as if you have a skin blurring filter on your face. Likely to have oblong face shape with pronounced distance between eyes and lips. Eyelids are naturally heavy looking, giving you a seductive and sultry gaze. You may be considered “racially ambiguous”. This placement has the effect of making one’s appearance very changeable. Fluidity with changing your looks. You likely look completely different on a regular basis. There’s an illusory nature to your appearance which often leads to confusion of what you actually look like. This contributes to your essence being delicate and airy, never staying the same for too long. Your looks remind people of all things aquatic: mermaids, sirens, fish etc. Your beauty is idealized by other people. ⋆ ⊹₊⋆

Celeb examples: Marilyn Monroe, Ariana Grande, Adriana Lima, Dorothy Dandridge

Uranus in the 1st house:

Makes someone have an elongated appearance. Tall height, elongated limbs, oblong face shape. Lean body. They tend to have hair that looks as if wind is blowing in it naturally. Hair is naturally frizzy, wild looking. Cheeks are gaunt. High-set forehead, hairline is angular. Can have electrifying eyes with unique eye color.

Celeb examples: Zendaya, Taylor Swift, Fiona Apple, Rachel McAdams, Jenna Ortega

Pluto in the 1st house:

Pluto emphasizes one’s eyes, gaze and brows. Deep-set eyes. Hooded lids. Small eye shape. Thick, dark, arched eyebrows. Can have nonexistent brows. Slender body. Body type is strong and lean. Demeanor that is intense yet ghostly. Has RBF.

Celebrity examples: Salma Hayek, Hailey Bieber, Cailee Spaeny

Rahu (North Node) in the 1st house:

This placement makes one’s features look animated. Big eyes. Small nose. Pronounced cheek apples. Gaze is alert and flickering. Unique eye color. Round eyes. Pouty mouth. Face is heart shaped. Naturally has tight skin that looks plastic in a doll-like way. Has even skin tone. It’s likely others perceive your emotes as robotic.

Celebrity examples: Halle Berry, Doja Cat, Rachel Ziegler

Ketu (South Node) in the 1st house:

Eyes are cat-like & almond shaped. Heavy eyelids that are sleepy looking. Their gaze is hypnotic and evokes a sense of mystery. Defined high-arched brows. High cheekbones. Thick lips. Complexion is olive toned to neutral. They have dark, thick textured hair. Body type is slender and lean naturally.

Celeb examples: Alexa Demie, Megan thee Stallion, Cindy Kimberly, Monica Belucci, Gigi Hadid

Graphics by: @m0ney

starsandsuch all rights reserved ®

[anglbunny]

lemme take care of you ♡ Sanzu haruchiyo

cw: suggestive, Angst, Toxic, NSFW, Drug Mentions

𐚁﹕𐚁

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

You stepped in and froze the second you saw him—Sanzu, slumped on the couch like a ragdoll, skin pale, hair a sweaty mess stuck to his forehead. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and his chest barely rose and fell with each slow breath. On the coffee table: pills, spilled like confetti, empty blister packs, crushed dust, a half-empty bottle of something that burned your nose just standing near it.

Your throat closed.

“What the fuck is this?” you snapped, storming toward him, heart pounding. “Sanzu—what the hell are you on?”

He didn’t flinch. Just blinked at you, lids heavy, a crooked grin curling on his lips.

“Iunno…” he mumbled lazily. “Took whatever I found.”

Your jaw clenched, tears stinging your eyes.

“Jesus—are you trying to die?!” you shouted, voice cracking. “You disappear for days, come home like this, and you think it’s funny?”

He groaned loudly, long and drawn out, pressing a palm to his forehead. “God, you’re so loud.”

You stared at him, trembling, every emotion bubbling up and threatening to spill. Your voice dropped, shaky, desperate.

“All we do is fuck and fight now, Sanzu. You don’t even talk to me anymore. You come home high or not at all, and I just… I wait. I wait and wait and hope the real you comes back, but—”

Your voice broke.

“Where the fuck did he go?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached for you. His hand grabbed your wrist—cold, limp, but insistent—and pulled you onto his lap, slow and lazy like he was underwater. You stumbled, landing on him hard, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head fell against your chest.

And then—his mouth found yours.

The kiss was slow. Sloppy. Tasted like pills and whiskey and sadness. You tried to pull back, but he held you there, sighing into your lips like this was the only thing keeping him breathing.

“Shhh…” he whispered, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Don’t wanna hear you cry, baby girl.”

Your heart cracked.

“Sanzu…”

“I know,” he murmured, tongue dragging against your skin. “I’m a fuck-up. I know. But just… let me make you feel good right now, yeah? Don’t want you stressed…”

His hands slid up your shirt, slow but practiced, thumbs brushing over your ribs.

“Just let me take care of you,” he rasped, voice low and thick with heat. “Want you to forget everything for a bit—just feel me. Nothing else. No talking. No crying. Just my cock inside you.”

You gasped as he rutted up against you, hard beneath the sweatpants, his breath stuttering. His hand slipped into your waistband, fingers rubbing circles into your heat, and your body betrayed you—hips jerking, tears spilling as you whimpered.

“You want it,” he whispered darkly. “Even when you’re mad. Even when you hate me. You always fucking want it.”

You nodded. Weak. Needy. Broken.

And he smiled—feral and sweet.

“Good girl.”

He pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers in, slow and deep, the other hand cupping your face like he was worshipping you, even if his eyes were glazed, lost.

“I’ll fuck the pain out of you,” he promised, lips against your neck. “And when you’re crying again, it’ll be from pleasure.”

And you let him.

Because loving Sanzu meant taking whatever version of him came home.

TL: @bontenxo @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt

A/n: I FINALLYYY got a tokyo rev post out

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[reidsglasscs]

I’M WORKING LATE, CUZ I’M A WRITER!

✸ pairing: spencer reid x writer!reader

✸ notes: i missed my social media aus 💔 && yes yes, we all know spencer would NEVA use insta but that’s the point of au 🫶 also! fully inspired from @spcherryygirl mentioning spence with a writer gf to me…this is fully her fault

…now playing: scrawny — wallows

ynwrites: my source? idk prolly this guy

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sparklecybergurl: my favs ever‼️🩷😻✨

╰┈➤ ynwrites: garcia i love you

dr.spencer.w.reid: you know you can’t actually use me as a reference for your works, right? i’m pretty sure we’ve discussed this.

╰┈➤ ynwrites: it was just for the caption, wonder boy, don’t worry 😘

╰┈➤ dr.spencer.w.reid: calling me wonder boy on the internet is insulting 🙁

╰┈➤ ynwrites: it’s supposed to be endearing

╰┈➤ dr.spencer.w.reid: it’s not!

editoruser: doing everything but writing smh

e.greenaway: tell that man to move tf outta MY way

╰┈➤ ynwrites: what man? there’s an empty space beside me calling your name 😛

╰┈➤ e.greenaway: 🏃‍♀️💨

╰┈➤ dr.spencer.w.reid: @ ynwrites i don’t like this.

davidrossiofficial: relatable 😂

╰┈➤ ynwrites: look at you learning how to use emojis and everything 🥹

sparklecybergurl: send me my sneak peek of this article NOW!! i’m starving for yn content here 😔💔

╰┈➤ ynwrites: check your texts babe 😝

╰┈➤ sparklecybergurl: AHHHH OH I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ‼️🩷😘

derekmorgann_: @ dr.spencer.w.reid nerd

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╰┈➤ derekmorgann_: hi

dr.spencer.w.reid

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ynwrites: oh that last pic is diabolical 🧍‍♀️

╰┈➤ ynwrites: spence take it down NEOW

╰┈➤ ynwrites: OUUUU PUT IT BACK !!!!

╰┈➤ dr.spencer.w.reid: i think you look cute ☺️

sparklecybergurl: the sweetest girl ever!! 😻

╰┈➤ dr.spencer.w.reid: yes, i agree

╰┈➤ ynwrites: PEN ILY

jenjer: all that coffee & she’s still sleeping

╰┈➤ dr.spencer.w.reid: she always claims that it is for “the aesthetic.”

ynwrites: idk if i shoes be happy that you actually posted mad that it’s horrifying pics of me

ynwrites: i look sexy in that second one hold AWN-

ynwrites uploaded a story!

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@ dr.spencer.w.reid replied:

i like the pictures!

you look very pretty.

LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE

the world did NAWT needa see me drooling on our couch

it is not the world.

i have 17 friends on instagram.

so 17 people saw. 🙂

grrr WHATEVER

@ derekmorgann_ replied:

send that to me rn.

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[sweetlurr]

My goats!!

Chiikawa gang providing emotional support!🩷

[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― Nanami’s breath was warm against your temple as calloused palms cradled your face. “Sweetheart, you really are such a desperate thing, aren't you?” he murmurs as he thumbs away the tear clinging to your lashes before leaning in to kiss you softly.

When his thigh presses upward, the groan you swallow trembles in your throat, cotton panties clinging to your slick folds as his knee rocks against you in torturous circles. It's almost unbearable, the need that coils tight within your belly- the dampness between your legs… Your cheeks tinted with embarrassment when you can't control the sob that slips between your lips.

“Shh,” he soothes, catching your whimper with his mouth, lips curving into that private half smile reserved only for moments when your self control frays. His wedding band glints for a second as he brushes damp hair from your forehead, the gold cool against your feverish skin, “Look at you, trembling like a leaf. Have I let you ache too long, my love?”

You shake your head, fingers fisting the crisp linen of his collar as your hips roll and press down against his knee.

Pulling away from you, Nanami looks deep into your eyes- nothing but pure love and affection coming from his own, “tell me, what is it you need from me?”

Your mind spins as the words come tumbling out, voice trembling and needy, “mn’need you~ Kento inside m-me- n-hah~ now…“

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, his hands gently gripping the soft flesh of your hips, “You don't want the vibrator first? That way you’re nice and prepared…? You know I don't want to hurt you…”

You look up at him through lidded eyes, your chest heaving and cheeks flushed as you shake your head, the movement slight, your hair falling over your shoulder with the motion, “p-please... I- I want the stretch- wan’it to hurt- just please, Kento... please, please fuck me already-“ you pant lightly, “just need you- need you inside me- need you to fuck me so hard, make me scream until my voice is gone… i- I can't stand it- i- I’ve missed you so much. I- I thought I lost you…”

Nanami is silent for a moment, taking in the sight of you… His large hand coming up to stroke through your hair, “…I know.” His lips trail up your neck before teeth nip at your earlobe, “I know darling… but, I’m here now, and I've got you wrapped in my arms. You don't have to think about anything anymore… just relax, let me take care of you, okay? Just like always...”

Your back bows when he moves down to press an open mouthed kiss to your hipbone, his once neat hair falling into his eyes as his hand dips beneath your panties to drag a thick finger through your folds.

“And I promise,” Nanami removes his hand momentarily from your pussy, licking your slick from his finger before reaching for your hand to bring it to his mouth. Pressing the softest kiss to the tips of your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours, “I'm not going anywhere...”

[wondrluv]

୨୧ in need ; af35

➪ summary: when you and your contagious happy energy weasel your way into azzi's life, she's hesitant to tell people. but after a bad day, all you want is her, and nothing's going to stop you from getting to her, not even the crowd of teammates at her place

➪ warnings: reader has a bad day, mentions of hiding relationship

➪ word count: 1.4k

➪ emma's notes: ahhhh my first azzi fic! i came up with this idea like in the middle of the night last night when i couldn't sleep so here this is. i'm so excited to write more for her, but for now, this is what i've written! i hope you guys enjoy as always :) i do have a new taglist system, so if you want to be added, feel free to check out the form at the bottom of this post!

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You were always told you had this effect on people. The kind of effect that if someone was having the worst of all days, one look at you would make it all the better. 

You got used to this, everyone saying that you had this glow about you that just made them want to smile, but you never believed it. Not until you met Azzi Fudd.

Azzi Fudd was the kind of girl that always looked like something had upset her or someone had pissed her off just moments before you looked at her. Though for you, you never thought it was because of that. From the second you met her, you knew there was another layer to Azzi that no one else knew about, hell, maybe even her closest friends and family didn’t even know about. And you were determined to figure out what it was.

So, when the opportunity arose, you sat next to her on the first day of one of your classes, grinning at her like you just won the lottery. She gave you a skeptical look, eyeing you up and down, appalled at the fact that you were so happy on a Monday at 9 in the morning. 

You just introduced yourself, your smile never wavering, even when all she did was nod and turn back to her phone, music still playing through her headphones. And for a few weeks, that was all it was. You saying hi and her giving a less than committal response before sitting in silence for the rest of the class. 

And almost two weeks of having classes with her every Monday and Wednesday, before she said something back. Four classes weren’t a lot, but maybe it was your effect, the effect you had to nuzzle your way into her heart, warming it every time you even glanced at her. 

You weren’t expecting it in the least, the small ‘hey’ she all but whispered when you gave her your beaming smile, but that only caused you to smile wider. And with each passing class, she would say more and more, and that was when your relationship with Azzi Fudd started. The sunshine girl and the black cat girlfriend.

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Six months later, the two of you had been dating for four, and she had yet to tell anyone about the two of you. Maybe it was because she was scared of admitting she found a soft spot for someone and she would get teased relentlessly for it, or it was because she was protecting you from the teasing she knew you would get once her friends saw her with you. 

You didn’t mind, not in the slightest. You were happy to keep your relationship private if that’s what she wanted. All you wanted was her, no matter the format. But now? Now it didn’t matter if the whole world was watching the two of you; you needed her. 

This had to have been the longest day you’ve ever experienced. From almost running into class late, to the missing reports you had lying on your desk that you needed for your project, to the twisting of your ankle on the walk back to your apartment, down to the coffee you spilled over yourself in the middle of the cafe. 

To be frank, you were over it, your mind was scattered, your body was worn, and all you wanted was to curl up on your girlfriend’s chest and forget about today. So with the rest of your willpower, you bundled up in a pair of sweatpants, one of Azzi’s sweatshirts, tied your hair up in a ponytail with your phone and wallet in your hands, and headed out the door. 

The walk to Azzi’s wasn’t long, but the slight chill in the air made it seem like it went on for longer than 10 minutes, coupled with the exhaustion setting heavy in your bones. You pulled your sleeves over your hands as you walked up the stairs to her place; the elevator being broken was just another layer to your day. 

Your mind was so focused on Azzi’s comfort that you barely noticed the people surrounding you as you walked into her place, kicking her shoes off and bee-lining it to where she lay spread out on the couch, collapsing on top of her, burying your head in her chest. 

Everyone froze; KK’s hand stopped inches from her mouth, holding a piece of pizza, Paige’s eyebrows quirked, water bottle in hand, Ice glanced over from where she was fiddling with the TV remote, Aubrey looked up from her phone, and Sarah’s mouth hung open just slightly before she closed it, her attempt to mask her confusion and amusement futile. 

But Azzi paid no mind to them, her arms wrapping around almost like second nature, one hand coming to play with your hair as the other rubs soothing circles across your back, slipping beneath your hoodie. She murmured something low in your ear, a soft, “I got you,” and nothing else, holding you tightly against her. 

She pressed a soft kiss to your temple, her movements never wavering as she focused all of her attention on you. Your legs tangled with hers as you tried to push yourself closer against her, causing her to let out a tiny laugh that left everyone else exchanging glances. 

You felt safe being surrounded by her, almost like your own personal blanket that you were dead set on keeping. You gripped her hoodie, clutching it in your hands as if letting go would make her disappear. This was the only thing you needed after a long day. 

No one knew what to do, watching you, someone they didn’t know, curl up with their teammate, someone they did know who wasn’t one for physical affection or showing any signs of what they were feeling besides being annoyed. It was odd.

“Uh, Azzi-”

“Shh.” Azzi cut KK off with a simple sound, holding you tighter like she was protecting you from her friends’ words. 

Despite the circumstances, Azzi’s lips turned into a soft smile, not caring that her friends were seeing her like this, she loved having you in her arms, it was her favorite thing in the world. The feel of you against her, providing warmth both physically and emotionally, the way you looked so adorable with your face smushed against her chest, the soft snores you sometimes let out if you stayed in that position for one too many minutes. She was sure there was no better feeling than this. 

It didn’t take long for you to drift off, not even the slightest bit put off by the five or six other people staring at you as you made yourself comfortable. As long as Azzi was with you, you could fall asleep anywhere. 

A few minutes after you dozed off, Paige cleared her throat, eyes flickering between your face and her friend���s, “So…”

Azzi looked up, her previous blissful expression falling off, and a hardened one took over, “Yes?”

“Who’s this?” Paige’s face was all but amused, her lips turned into a teasing smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, c’mon, Az. She waltzes in here like she owns the place, doesn’t even bat an eye at who’s here before practically jumping on you, and then falls asleep with your arms around her. We’re dumb, not stupid.”

She just rolled her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked back down at you, brushing your hair behind your ear, away from your face. She sighed softly before nodding, “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“When did you meet her?” “What’s her name?” “How long has this been going on?” “How’d she get you to-” 

She glared at them as you shifted, their overlapping voices too loud for you to ignore. They shut up quickly at her stare, watching as your head turned to lie on the other side before your breathing evened out once again. 

“One at a time and be quiet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Her name’s y/n.”

“When did you guys meet?”

“We met six months ago when classes started, she’s in my finance class.”

“When did you-”

“Four months ago.”

“How-”

“She has that effect on people.” Azzi’s voice murmured, peering down at you again, fingers running through your hair to further calm you down as you slept. 

No one spoke again, watching their friend’s actions with small smiles on their faces. They were never really sure they would see a soft side to Azzi Fudd, but now that they met you - if you could even call it a meeting -, they were sure that would change. 

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