#I LOVE HIS EXPRESSION TOOOOO!!!!

[remi-that-dude]

THE CLAYMOREEEEEEEE

What a sword

[fraberry-stroobcake]

is it gay to be so overwhelmed with emotions by thinking about someone you care about so much you almost want to pick up writing again

[jezebelblues]

I just started following you a while ago and I love your work so much, I was even considering restarting my blog to write!

I was wondering, can I request something about the reader being a college student? And maybe harry is taking a break from touring and writing music. He’d probably try to make jokes and distract her sometimes, but he’d also want her to teach him stuff and debrief after class. He might even get serious about her study sessions and be super quiet, but also bring her snacks here and there.

If you get to write this, thank you sm!! 😊

lady grinning soul | h.s

summary: see request ^ basically that, but it’s a slight au because harry isn’t tooooo famous in this

| thank u anon <3 ur too sweet. i hope u got back into writing

cw: fem!reader, unedited. bf!harry, lhh

word count: approx 4.4k

| sorry this took so long to get to! i’ve been in a slump. i hope you don’t mind either that i made him more of an up-and-coming artist rather than the fame he has today :^) lhh just felt right for this too he’s so bf

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"you did what?" YN laughed, her fingers coated in the smooth, familiar feel of one of harry's leave-in conditioners as she worked it into his damp curls, gently coaxing through knots and tangles that told stories of long nights and late shows.

harry sat on on leg while the other hung lazily off her bed, shirtless, his skin glistening faintly under the dim dorm lights, still cool and damp from his shower. a well-worn towel hung low on his hips, clinging to him in soft folds, and he twisted the silver ring on his index finger, flashing that crooked, boyish grin that still managed to make her heart skip.

"yes—water," he said, a hint of pride in his voice as he looked up at her through dark lashes. "poured it right into the crowd. they went mental."

she chuckled, focusing on a particularly stubborn knot as his head tipped back, giving her a better angle. "do i even want to know why you did that?"

"beer," he replied simply, with a lazy shrug and a mischievous glint in his eye. he shifted, turning to face her fully, the mattress giving a soft creak under his weight as he adjusted. "they were flinging beer at me, so i figured it was fair game. bit of payback," he said with a smirk, his voice deepening in that low, conspiratorial way that she adored.

her lips tugged into a soft smile as she leaned in, her eyes tracing the ink on his skin, pausing over the small mermaid tail curling near his elbow. she felt the room go still for a beat, her fingers just barely grazing his tattooed arm. "tell me more?" she murmured, barely above a whisper.

but instead of answering, he caught her hand in his own, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he brought her palm up, pressing it gently against the warm, bare skin just below his left breastbone. his expression softened, and his voice dipped, tender and a little unsteady. "was thinking–right here. your initial." his gaze searched hers, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes that made her heart skip, lingering between them in a way that left her breathless.

a small, breathy laugh escaped her as she drew her hand back, fingers trailing down his chest as she settled back on the bed, her heart fluttering with that same familiar warmth that only he could draw out of her. "about the show, styles," she chided, though her cheeks had warmed at the idea. it was all she could do to keep her voice steady, even as that look in his eyes held her captive, that glimmer of something deeper, something unspoken.

with a lazy grin, he slumped back on her bed, folding his arms behind his head as if he owned every inch of this tiny dorm room. he was still her harry—the one who'd lean against her door at ungodly hours after a gig, smelling faintly of stale smoke and beer, his voice barely a murmur as he recounted the night's little victories and mishaps. but there was something else in his eyes tonight, an edge softened by the dim light, his hand inching toward hers, fingers grazing against hers.

he gave her a dramatic sigh, pretending to be exasperated, but she could see the way his eyes lit up, the pride he tried to hide. "alright, picture this—tiny, cramped stage, lights barely working, and a crowd that's already three drinks too deep."

she chuckled, already seeing it. "sounds like your crowd."

"my exact type.” he hummed, eyes glimmering. "i was halfway through kiwi when this guy in the front row starts singing louder than me. like, absolutely shouting every word—more like repeating guess, i don’t think he knew the lyrics—didn't care if he was off-key or not."

"oh no," she gasped, theatrics, biting back a grin. "how did you handle that?"

"well, first i tried to ignore him. y'know, be professional and all." he raised his chin, like he was already picturing himself on a real stage. "but then he threw his beer in the air, and half of it hit me, so i thought, why not join him?"

she felt the words settle over her, a quiet intimacy that wrapped around them, thick and warm. she let herself lean into him, their knees brushing, her hand finding his and lacing their fingers together. here, in this cocoon of her dimly lit dorm room, the outside world faded. it was just him-her’s, with his rough edges, inked skin, and soulful eyes that held a thousand unspoken promises.

"so," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles over his knuckles, "it was a good show then?"

a soft laugh escaped his lips, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. "good? better than good, baby." he said, a certain fire in his voice as he recalled the night. "place was packed-should've seen it. they might've only been there for the drink deals, but by the time we hit the first chorus, they were in it." he paused, a flicker of excitement lighting up his face as he leaned closer. "even had this one bloke shouting for an encore, practically begged us not t’leave."

she could see the pride, the kind that was so uniquely his—modest, but bursting at the seams, a quiet confidence that only she got to witness in moments like this. her heart swelled, and she squeezed his hand. "sounds like a big deal," she teased, her voice softening as she held his gaze. "next thing i know, you'll be playing to actual crowds, not just randoms at pubs."

"don't tease me," he chuckled, nudging her gently with his shoulder. "could happen. could be my big break, y'know? today, it's a back alley pub with sticky floors—tomorrow, a real venue." he looked at her, his expression shifting from playful to something quieter, almost vulnerable. "maybe even a place you'd be proud to be seen at."

she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "h, i'm already proud of you." and she meant it—down to the core of her. there was a strength in his persistence, his dreams kept alive by late nights and small crowds, his music spilling into the shadows of empty bars and dim lights. it was the kind of resilience most people never understood, but it was something she loved about him, something that made him feel like home.

his hand shifted, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he searched her eyes. "how'd i get so lucky, yeah?" he murmured, almost as if to himself. he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, the weight of the night lingering between them, the quiet promise of everything they'd built together.

she tilted her face into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as she breathed him in-the faint smell of his shampoo, mingling with the scent of rain from outside and something warm, something distinctly him. her hand found his chest, fingertips resting over the steady beat of his heart.

"can i stay tonight?" he asked softly, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of their shared silence.

she nodded, her lips brushing over his knuckles as she squeezed his hand. "wouldn't want you anywhere else."

with that, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like a thousand words, soft and slow, as if they had all the time in the world. harry's hand slid from her cheek down to her neck, his fingertips tracing a delicate line along her collarbone, sending a soft shiver through her. the playful glint in his eye had shifted, replaced by something deeper, a heat she felt all the way down to her toes. he inched closer, the rough rasp of his stubble brushing her jaw as his lips found the soft skin just below her ear.

"you're staring," she murmured, voice low, a smile on her lips as her fingers traced along his shoulder, her touch grazing the edge of his tattoo.

"can't help it." he whispered, his voice low and rough, leaving no question about what he wanted. his fingers trailed down her back, pulling her just a little closer as his towel slipped dangerously low on his hips, clinging to him in a way that left little to the imagination. "s'not every day i get my girl all to myself, undistracted." his fingers slipped just beneath the hem of her shirt, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles along her hipbone, sending a faint shiver up her spine.

she felt herself melting into him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before wandering down to rest on his chest. his skin was warm, firm beneath her touch, and she felt the steady beat of his heart thrumming under her fingertips. just for a moment, she let herself get lost in it-the way his hands roamed, slow and sure, his lips brushing her neck, her jaw, her shoulder, each kiss igniting a trail of warmth.

but as his hands started to wander lower, his towel barely hanging on, she bit back a smile and placed her hand flat on his abdomen, feeling the firm, taut muscles tense under her touch. she let her fingers linger for a moment before giving him a light flick, snapping him out of the haze that had taken over.

he kissed his teeth, head snapping up, a shocked, slightly betrayed expression crossing his face as he met her gaze. she smirked, letting her eyes trail up and down him with a playful glint before meeting his eyes, her voice light and teasing.

"don't get too excited, styles. i've got an essay to write, remember?"

he blinked, looking adorably lost for a second, then let out a groan, throwing himself back on the bed in dramatic defeat, one arm flung over his face. "an essay, bunny? now?" he peeked at her from under his arm, a playful pout tugging at his lips. "you're really gonna make me lie here in agony while you write about... what? politics? shakespeare?"

"modern lit," she corrected, grabbing her laptop from the bedside table with a grin. she settled beside him, nudging his leg with her knee as he sighed in exaggerated frustration. "i'll make it up to you," she added, her voice sweet but her expression mischievous.

"is that right?" he asked, raising a brow, his mood instantly lightening as he leaned up on one elbow to watch her type. "what kind of 'make it up' are we talking, then?"

she rolled her eyes, though her smile softened.

"you're ridiculous, you know that?"

“mm-hm, i know,” he chuckled, unbothered. he kept his eyes trained on her as she adjusted the computer in her lap, fingers flying across the keys as she tried to ignore his gaze.

but she could already feel his fingers tracing idle patterns along her thigh, his head resting on her shoulder as he sighed dramatically, determined to make her work for it. “fine,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder, knowing she wasn’t going to let up. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you when i’m too tortured to focus on my next gig.”

she shook her head, grinning. “i think you’ll survive.” and despite his protests, she felt him settle beside her, his hand wrapped loosely around hers as he waited, patient and easy, for the essay to be done—and for the night to be theirs again.

after a few more minutes of him sighing and shifting beside her, nudging her leg with his knee, or letting his fingers brush distractingly over her shoulder, she finally gave him a pointed look. “lovey, come on. at least put some pants on,” she said, biting back a laugh as he gazed up at her with an exaggerated look of betrayal.

“y’sure baby?” he mumbled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a cheeky grin as he adjusted the towel around his waist, letting it dip low enough to reveal the line of his hip bones. he leaned in close, his face just inches from hers. “last chance to give up on that essay.”

she rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly as she tried to suppress a smile. “h. pants. now.”

he sighed dramatically, rolling off the bed and muttering under his breath as he crossed the room, as if she’d asked him to do something outrageous. “you’re cruel, you know that?” he grumbled, pulling on a pair of briefs, followed by his well-worn grey sweatpants. he shot her a mock glare as he snapped the waistband into place. “i hope that essay’s worth it,” he teased, flopping back down on the bed with another exaggerated groan.

but he couldn’t keep up the act for long. settling beside her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her snug against him as he leaned over her, his gaze shifting to the screen of her laptop. she felt him press a quick kiss to the side of her head, and then he tilted his head curiously, reading the words on her screen. “alright, genius. what’re we working on?”

she grinned, knowing his curiosity was genuine—harry was the only person who ever asked about her classes, who remembered the details of her projects, who even stayed up late to help her brainstorm ideas when she got stuck. “it’s for my modern lit paper,” she said, turning the laptop slightly so he could see the opening lines. “i’m writing about identity in contemporary poetry.”

his brow furrowed, and he gave a thoughtful hum. “identity, huh?” his fingers started playing with a strand of her hair, twisting it absently as he thought. it still smelt like her lavender shampoo. “so, like–how people see themselves? or how they think they should be seen?”

she nodded, feeling a warm flutter in her chest at the way he genuinely tried to understand. “yeah, lovey, exactly. it’s about how people present different versions of themselves, depending on the world around them. how sometimes people feel like they have to hide who they really are, or adapt, to fit in.”

he was quiet for a moment, his eyes thoughtful as he took that in, a small crease forming between his brows. “guess i know a bit about that,” he murmured, almost to himself, then gave her a soft smile. “makes sense, though. we’re all trying t’figure it out, right?”

she looked at him, her heart swelling at the way he always found a way to connect with her world, to show up and care. he wasn’t just the guy who played guitar in pubs and poured water over the crowd—he was thoughtful and reflective, her safe place and her biggest support. she reached out, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead, her gaze softening.

he met her eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her type a few lines, completely relaxed against her side. “y’really like this stuff, don’t you?”

she nodded, feeling her cheeks warm. “i do. and i like that you care enough to ask.”

he grinned, his hand resting over hers on the keyboard. “wouldn’t miss it, bunny. i want to know it all. even the boring bits,” he teased, pressing another kiss to her temple. “so… what’s next? how do y’wrap this thing up?”

as she dove into her explanation, she felt him settle in closer, his head resting on her shoulder, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the screen. and even though he’d begun the night wrapped in little more than that towel and mischief, there was something about the way he lay beside her now—calm, engaged, just there for her.

after a while, she tried to concentrate on the closing argument of her essay, but harry’s hand found a lock of her hair again, twirling it lazily around his finger, his touch warm and gentle. every so often, he’d place a quick, messy kiss on her cheek, or the side of her head, each one more dramatic than the last, until she couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, nudging him back.

“alright, enough with the distractions,” she muttered, shooting him a mock-stern look as he grinned back, clearly pleased with himself.

but he was relentless. when she referenced another poet, he piped up, a mischievous look in his eyes. “ah, yes, that guy,” he said, tone teasing as he tapped his chin as though he were deep in thought. “big fan. wrote that one poem about… feeling feelings, right?”

she rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. “harry, i’m serious.”

“hey, i am too!” he replied, the grin on his face only widening. “poetry’s got layers, YN. all about emotions and metaphors.” he lifted an eyebrow, giving her a wink that made her want to laugh and push him off the bed all at once.

she groaned, turning back to her screen, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. despite his teasing, she knew he respected her work and thought she was smart, even if he pretended to be clueless just to get a rise out of her.

a few minutes passed, and she found herself stuck, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she struggled to find the right words to tie everything together. she could feel harry’s gaze on her, his eyes flicking between her face and the screen, and right then, her stomach gave a loud, unmistakable growl.

harry’s eyebrows shot up, and a playful, knowing smirk crossed his face. “oh, is that how it is, then?” he said, nudging her gently. “i’m over here pouring my heart and soul into supporting you, and you’re starving yourself for art.”

she laughed, rolling her eyes as she tried to wave him off. “it’s fine, i just need to—”

but he was already halfway across the room, grabbing his phone with a sense of purpose, tapping away with single-minded determination. “nope, not happening. i’m ordering us food. you’re no good to me fainting on the job,” he teased, tossing her a grin as he started scrolling through options on doordash.

she watched him, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of his focused expression as he debated between a few late-night favorites. his finger paused on the screen, and he shot her a look over his shoulder. “what are we feeling? i know goodfella’s is open late.”

she hummed, folding her arms and pretending to think. “their pizza sounds good.”

“perfect. what kind?” he asked, giving her that soft, endearing look that always managed to make her heart skip.

“surprise me,” she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile as he turned back to his phone, murmuring thoughtfully to himself as he made his selections.

once he’d ordered, he slid back beside her, his arm slipping around her shoulders, pulling her close as he planted a quick kiss on her forehead. “alright, aristotle. you’ve got about twenty minutes to wrap this up before the pizza gets here.”

she grinned, feeling a rush of renewed energy as she settled back into her laptop, his warmth beside her and the promise of food on the way. and as she typed out her final thoughts, she felt his hand come up to her hair again, his fingers working through her locks in a gentle rhythm as he leaned his chin on her shoulder, watching her with a soft smile.

“think you’re about to blow the rest of the class outta the water.” he muttered, his voice low and genuine, cutting through the playful teasing of earlier.

she paused, glancing over at him, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “you think so?”

he nodded, brushing his nose gently against her cheek. “definitely. i knew you were brilliant the first time i met you. just, you know, don’t forget me when you’re off being some lit professor with a fancy office and your own bookshelf in every bookstore.”

she laughed, shaking her head. “you’ll be playing stadiums by then, styles. i think you’ll be just fine.”

once harry met the driver outside of the dorm and made his way back up the stairwell to the second floor of her building, they sat cross-legged on the bed, the pizza box open between them, warm and smelling faintly of melted cheese and marinara. YN took a bite, savoring the comfort of it as they eased into the rhythm of their usual conversations. she told him stories about her classes—about the professor who insisted everyone call him by his first name and the girl who always argued with the readings in ways that both amused and baffled her. he listened intently, his eyes focused on her like she was the most fascinating person in the world, laughing at all the right moments, nodding as if every small detail mattered. and for harry, it did.

soon enough, the conversation shifted, and he told her stories from his recent gigs—how the second-to-last venue had practically been held together with duct tape, how he’d overheard some guy loudly claim he could “totally play guitar better than that dude.” she laughed at the way he imitated the voice, rolling his eyes in good-natured frustration. “seriously,” he groaned, grinning through a bite of pizza, “the heckling never stops, even when you’re playing to like, fifteen people.”

she nudged him with her knee, a smirk tugging at her lips. “just you wait, one day those fifteen people are going to turn into fifteen thousand, and that guy will still be standing there with his pint, going on about how he should be the one on stage.”

harry’s face softened, his gaze lingering on her. “you’re just saying that because you’re in love with me.”

“maybe,” she said with a wink, brushing a crumb off his cheek.

they fell into their easy banter, and soon enough, poetry came back up. she was telling him about one of the poets she was analyzing, the language they used and the intricate metaphors she was supposed to decipher, when harry raised a brow, an amused look crossing his face. “you’re talking like i don’t write poetry myself, you know.”

“oh, really?” she teased, leaning back with her arms folded, a skeptical look on her face. “let’s hear it, shakespeare.”

with a grin, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his notes until he stopped on something, looking a bit sheepish but handing it over to her with a small smile. “here. latest masterpiece.” he joked with a shrug, though he seemed a bit nervous. “study it in your lit classes ‘n all that.”

she took his phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the title: adore you. her chest warmed as she started reading through the words. it wasn’t like the love poems she read for lectures, full of flowery language and convoluted metaphors. no, this was simple, but sincere—lines that felt raw, real, and vulnerable in a way that only he could make them. each line felt like a glimpse into him, into the parts of himself that he shared only with her, the quiet moments, the late nights, the laughter and gentle touches that only they knew.

when she finished, she looked up at him, unable to hide the wide smile spreading across her face. “harry, this is—you’re so cute.” she said, her voice soft with genuine awe. “forget those old poets i read about. they’ve got nothing on you.” she squeezed his hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles as she looked back down at the lyrics, rereading her favorite lines.

a blush crept up his cheeks, and he gave a little shrug, pretending to brush off her praise, but she could see the way his eyes shone, how much her words really meant to him. he nudged her playfully, leaning in with a grin. “you know it’s about you, yeah?”

she felt her heart flutter, her smile growing even wider as she met his gaze. “is it now?”

“obviously,” he chuckled, shaking his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “i mean, who else am i going to write about? you’re the one i can’t stop thinking about. the one who makes every line worth writing.”

she felt warmth bloom in her chest, reaching out to lace her fingers with his. “well,” she said softly, “then i think i’m the luckiest girl alive.”

he squeezed her hand, his expression softening as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. for a moment, they stayed like that, their hands intertwined, the world outside her tiny dorm room slipping away. it was just him, his steady heartbeat under her palm, his soft gaze that held a world of promises, and the quiet knowledge that he’d put it all into words just for her.

“so, poetry and pizza,” he murmured, his lips curving into a contented smile as he leaned back, pulling her into his chest. “didn’t think my night could get any better.”

“oh, really?” she teased, settling against him, her head resting just under his chin. “not even if i let you watch me struggle through the rest of my essay?”

“thrilling stuff,” he joked, his hand trailing gentle patterns along her arm. “actually, it’s all kind of perfect, YN. you, me, pizza, some poetry… maybe the start of a terrible song i’ll write when i can’t sleep tonight.”

“a song about pizza and poetry?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“why not?” he grinned, his eyes sparkling. “everyone needs a little inspiration, hm?”

she laughed, and the sound seemed to brighten the whole room, making everything feel light and carefree. “i’d listen to it.”

“i’ll dedicate it to you,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice softening. “after all, you’re my favorite muse.”

they sat like that for a while, the remnants of their pizza scattered around them, the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. she felt her eyes growing heavy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soothing hum of his voice as he mumbled quiet words of nonsense, half-asleep, just for her.

“hey,” she whispered after a while, her voice soft, almost a breath. “thank you for being here. for everything.”

“always,” he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. “wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

[billysgun]

spinning

billy the kid x wife!reader | billy isn't afraid to sing his heart out to the girl he loves as he spins her around the kitchen |

you held his hand up high as you twirled around him, the record on repeat as billy mumbled the lyrics in your ear

after you spun, he wrapped you in his tight grip, your head pressed to his chest as he sways with you softly

"I can't heellppp fallin' in loooove wiiith youuuuu!" billy sings, you giggle as turn to see him. blue eyes practically sparkling with love as he smooths the back side of your nightgown

"I'll sing for my girl!" he proudly announces, hands moving up to squish your cheeks to meet his lips in a kiss filled with pure love

"take my hand! take my whole life tooooo!" he sings, pushing you up against the counter with the abandoned pancake batter still splattered everywhere.

as if you weighed nothing, he picked you up and placed you on the counter. his hand gripped your bare knees as he kissed you, lips softly expressing every word he cannot think of to how much he loves you

his hands brushed up, hiking your dress until he held your thighs. he softly bit your lower lip as you giggled

"don't tease me, billy" you smiled and he looked playfully offended

"oh dear, I'd never tease you."

"uhuh, you're a liar!" you smiled and he kissed all over your face, squeezing your thighs before removing his hands from your dress

with a hand, he brought you down from the counter and scooped the messy bowl of batter

"put another record on!" he called out and you did, right as the needle landed he gasped in realization

"and I love you soooo!" he sang, stirring the mixture as you danced your way over to him

"people ask me howww!" he kissed you again, the bowl between you both

your hips swayed as you danced around your husband, he used the whisk as his microphone as he belted lyrics to the love song

you couldn't stop the grin that was sewn on your lips as your love for this man tripled daily

"now that you're around me, now you know" he said as the record went silent and laid a kiss on your forehead

"I love you, billy" you whispered and you swear you saw the cowboy blush

"I love you more!"

an: I know Elvis WASN'T around during billy's time...but I had to have him sing it for you 🥺💞 I love you guys so much!

[imhidingfromschool]

Arcade- (Highschool) Satoru Gojo

WC: 1.1k (?)

TW: none! fluff :p, not proof read sorry

"Aweeeee come on [Y/N], please give me one chance?" Gojo whined while giving you his self proclaimed ‘irresistible’ puppy eyes.

You were about to start a mission with your fellow first years, Nanami Kento, and Yu Haibara when the three of you were ambushed by your upperclassman, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieiri, and of course the infamous Satoru Gojo.

"Will you get off the poor girls back already Satoru?" said Geto, trying to save your poor soul.

Chuckling you began, "You know Satoru you shouldn't be dragging your classmates around with you, I'm sure you guys could be doing something much more interesting with your time than harassing your lower-classman."

"HARASSING? What ever do you mean? I'm truly hurt by these allegations [Y/N]. Also 'Satoru'? I didn't know we were already on a first name basis [Y/N]." He says with a wink that you could barely make out.

Slightly annoyed you responded "You always call me by my given name so I thought I could do the same. Would you prefer me calling you Gojo?" To really try and pull on his heart strings you added a small pout.

After seeing your cute expression a small blush crept over his cheeks. Suddenly embarrassed he quickly responded "You can call me whatever you want! I don't mind!" 

"Hmm... well we'll be on our way then Satoru~"

The way his name rolled off your tongue stunned him. He was unable to move, he felt his heart swell rapidly. "Adorable" he thought to himself.

[Later that week]

The mission had been a success! You along with your fellow first years decided to take a well deserved break. You and Haibara decided on hanging out at a local arcade, dragging Nanami with you guys...(perhaps by force.)

Arriving at the arcade you all gawked at the wide variety of games available. You and Haibara decided to have a competition on who could obtain the most tickets. Despite being annoyed Nanami decided to go along with the immature antics of his two classmates.

Walking over to the first game that caught your eye something (or someone?) grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a photo booth. Your confusion quickly dissipated when you realized it was Gojo.

"Huh, Satoru? When did you get here? Did you follow us?" You asked surprised to see him.

Frustrated Gojo put his hand to your mouth, shushing you. "Tooooo manyyy questionssss" He replied with his usual sassy attitude.

You smiled softly at his sass. For a moment Gojo thought cupid had just shot right through his heart. Just your smile was enough to get him flustered.

"You could at least answer some of my questions Satoru." You say pulling his hand away from your mouth.

PANG

An arrow of love was shot through his heart, you were just to cute to handle. Your little "please" almost pushed him over the edge. "So cute" he thought to himself with a slight blush.

"Well I finished up my mission early and wanted to come see you, so I asked the manager where you had wandered off to." (Basically whoever held Ijichi's job back then) He stated confidently.

"Ohhhh, did you miss me that much?" You smiled cheekily, leaning in close to his face.

"Ah, [Y/N] don't tease me" Gojo said clutching his heart, faking a 'pained' expression.

Laughing you quickly responded "Help me win lots of tickets, then maybe I'll consider this a date."

Gojos eyes lit up and he almost pounced out of his seat before remembering where you two were. "Let's take a picture first though, for memories?" He asked sheepishly, you nodded and grabbed some coins out of your pocket to insert.

You two posed in different positions for each picture.

[1. Peace signs]

[2. Heart hands]

[3. You kissing his cheek]

[4. Gojo covering his blushing face with his hands and you just smiling at the camera]

After many hours of hard ticket earning you and Gojo far surpassed both Nanami and Haibara. Of course Haibara kept insisting that you didn't 'win' because you clearly 'cheated.' The two of you denied these allegations.

After collecting your prizes you decided that it was time to head home and knock out.

Of course Gojo insisted on walking you to the dorms while the other two first years were still trying to decide on prizes. (He more like begged to walk you home...)

On the walk home you two shared simple conversation and a few laughs. All of a sudden Gojo jumped up, grabbed your hand, and began sprinting. "Hey wait up, what's gotten into you??" You said, barely being able to keep up with his long legs.

Quickly he fell back onto the grass and yanked you down with him pointing at the sky. The millions of stars shown through the dark night sky. You looked up, hypnotized by the beauty. Until suddenly you began laughing.

"Huh?? Why're you laughing, have you lost your mind?" Gojo asked looking at you confused.

"No, no, it's just...ah never mind." You wave your hand in a dismissive way.

"Hey! Tell me." He insisted with an adorable pout.

"The sky, well more specifically the stars, they kinda look like your eyes." You said pointing at the sky, barely holding back a laugh.

The sentence wasn't much but it caught him off guard and he quickly sat up covering his face. "[Y/N] you say the most embarrassing things." You just smiled at his blushing face.

You stood up and offered him your hand, he of course took it happily. Staring at his eyes you slowly cupped his cheek. Gojo felt his heart begin to race, all he could do was hang onto your arms and let you continue with your actions, he was completely at your mercy. You both leaned in, slowly closing your eyes.

"Just kidding!" You said pulling back with a cheeky smile, removing your hands and stepping away.

Gojo gawked at you, completely shocked by your actions. "You're so cruel [Y/N]."

"It's gonna take more than that to win my heart Satoru, are you willing to go the extra mile?" You asked him sincerely.

"Anything for you [Y/N]." Gojo smiled softly.

"Okay then, I look forward to it! Let's go back to the dorms before they lock us out." You say smiling cheekily and skipping away.

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[Little Bonus]

Rolling out of bed Gojo looked over at your sleeping figure and smiled softly. He was completely entranced by your beauty. He was so lucky to have you in his life.

Stretching he slowly stood up walking towards the bathroom. Suddenly he stopped short looking down at your desk. Pinned to the the hanging bulletin board was the photo booth photos the two of you had taken so long ago. Gojo chuckled thinking back to how you heartlessly swerved him.

"How different things are now..." He smiled warmly while looking back at your sleeping figure.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Drunk adorable lucifer comes home later after a work meeting. Adam had recently told him to stop sleeping on top of him.

Lucifer comes home late. He steps up to the bed and frowns deeply when he sees Adam sleeping on his front. Huh. Guess he was serious about Lucifer no longer sleeping on his chest after all. Time to use his greatest weapon!

Lucifer: Adammmmmm!!!!!

Adam, waking up: er what?

Lucifer: Do you love meeee???

Adam: I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t

Lucifer, hurt: you married somebody else??? Whoooo

Adam becoming done with his shit: look you either get into bed or I’m leaving to sleep on the sofa

Lucifer, gasp: you’re going to leave meee tooooo?

Adam: I will if you don’t go to bed

Lucifer, seriously: I can’t Sir, I’m happily married

Adam, completely done: I’m going to sleep on the sofa. Since you’re so drunk, I think it’ll be best if you sleep in the bed

Lucifer, crying: you can’t leave meeeee!!! Adammmm!

Adam: get in bed then

Lucifer: I can only get into bed with my husband

Adam: that’s it! I’m sleeping in the sofa

He stomps out ignoring Lucifer and settles on the sofa with a pillow and blanket. He closes his eyes only to feel somebody staring at him

Adam: go to bed lucifer

Lucifer: Adammmm come to bed now

Adam: I am in bed. You need to go to bed

Lucifer: the sofas toooo small for both of usssss!!

Adam, annoyed and tired: please just leave me alone

Lucifer: nooooooo!!! I can’t sleep withoutttt youuu !! Adammmm!!!

Adam, lifted the blanket with a frustrated expression. Wordlessly Lucifer climbs on top of him and snuggles into his chest.

Adam: fucking manipulate asshole

Lucifer: you knew what you were getting into when you married me

Adam: I knew you weren’t that drunk. You were trying to use your cuteness to your advantage

Lucifer: don’t ever take what’s mine away again otherwise I’ll do this every night. You’ll never get a peaceful nights sleep again.

Adam: fucking asshole

Lucifer smirks. He always wins

Lucifer knows how to get his way especially with Adam lol

That being said, Adam can play him right back to get his own way, most of the time that is lol

[esquen]

Hey I loved ur last post, could you do a Jude smut where they’re best friends and it’s her first time <3

this is tooooo cute !!

euphoric ;; j.b

smut under the cut, proceed at your own caution

“how many bodies do you have?” jude asked, putting down his cup of water as you set up to couch for bed.

“none.” you shrugged and turned back to him as you fixed your sleeping shorts.

“none? you’re nineteen years old with no bodies?” he asked.

“yeah. is that a problem?” you asked and giggled as you pulled your shirt down.

“well i mean, it’s kind of pathetic.” he joked, watching your expression change from amusement to sadness.

you two joked like that all the time, so why did it hurt for him to call you pathetic?

“oh.” you replied and got on the couch, turning to face away from him.

“oh c’mon, don’t tell me that actually hurt your feelings.” he asked nervously.

you didn’t respond, just scrolled through twitter and instagram until he found the courage to get up and pull the covers off of you.

“y/n.” he said sternly, waiting for you to turn around. when you did and he saw your face, his eyes softened.

“i’m sorry.” he apologized and watched as you wiped your eyes. “sorry, i’m overreacting.” you sniffed and sat up.

“you aren’t pathetic y/n.” he whispered as he sat on the couch next to you.

“you’re great. i hope you find someone who w—“ you cut him off with a kiss to the lips.

you pulled back and what you did had registered. “oh, god.” you whispered. “sorry.. i’m just—“

without another thought, jude pulled you back into the kiss.

you pulled away one more to catch your breath and sit up correctly, cupping his face with both hands as you went back in.

his hands traveled under your shirt and right above the waistband of your shorts.

“mm, wait.” he pulled away and rubbed his thumb on your hips as you searched his eyes for the reason why he pulled away.

“we should go to my room.” he whispered and stared at your lips, pulling you in again.

“loved you ever since i met you,” you stated and pecked his lips again. “wanted to do this for such a long time.”

“yeah?” he asked, laying his hand on the small of your back. he slowly backed up to give you room to get up.

you stood up as his arms wrapped around the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump.

when you did you wrapped your legs around his waist and he kept his hands on your ass, walking off towards his room with you in his arms.

he dropped you on the bed carefully, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips before straightening up again.

“okay first i need to.. open you up. so it won’t hurt when i go in.” he left chaste kisses down from your collarbone, down your chest and to your waist.

“don’t wanna do that— need you right now.” you whined. “i can’t, it’ll hurt and make it no fun for you.” he spoke and placed his hands on your waist.

“don’t care.” you shoke your head. again he refused, pulling at your waistband. “listen to me. please?” he asked as he pulled your shorts down.

“.. fine.” you huffed and watched as he slipped your underwear off aswell. “you’re so good.” he spoke and parted your legs slightly.

“how long have you been like this?” he asked, running his thumb past your slit. “since i saw you today.” you whispered.

“really?” you nodded and he slowly stuck a finger into you, whining at the sensation. “shit, you’re really tight. it’s gonna hurt a little.” he spoke, using his other hand to rub your clit.

“there you go..” he praised as you began to ease up, able to put two fingers in.

“ready?” he asked. you looked at him confused before he curled his fingers, trying to look for your g spot.

you gasped at the feeling, grabbing his wrist. “c’mon, you can take it.” he pushed, continuing to use his fingers to open you up.

“i think— ‘m gonna cum.” you whispered and dragged your hips along his hands.

“do you feel it? in your stomach?” he asked. you nodded silently and bit your lip before he felt your clench on his fingers.

“fuck!” you squeaked, your bestfriend bringing you to an orgasm.

you sighed out and looked up at him before he pulled his fingers out. “you think you’re ready for me?” he asked.

you nodded impatiently as he pulled his plaid pajama pants down along with his boxers.

“it might be.. a little uncomfortable.” he explained, pulling you towards the side of the bed where he stood.

when you looked down, you saw what we have talking about. he was big, bigger than his fingers that was for sure.

“you alright?” he asked, putting a hand on your stomach.

“just nervous.” you spoke with a shaky breath, laying back down. “dont tense up, it’ll hurt more.” he suggested and grabbed the base if his dick with his left hand, pushing into you slightly.

you were already struggling to take him, your jaw clenched and your cunt squeezing the life out of him.

“shit,, ease up would you?” he rubbed your tummy as you slowly let go.

“that’s right, just like that.” he praised, pushing in the rest.

it felt like an eternity as you laid there, waiting to get used to it.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he asked. you shook your head. “feels weird. i feel full.” you huffed out.

“okay.. move.” you asked before jude immediately started pulling his hips back and fowards.

“oh—“ the air got knocked out of your lungs when he pushed back in.

“shit, i can barely move baby.” jude struggles as he grabbed your waist and continued on.

“please, please—“ you whined, pushing your hips to meet his. he winced and pushed your hips down to keep you planted.

“there you, just like that huh?” you nodded and grabbed the hand that rested on your left hip.

“wait, i’m gonna cum again,” you whispered, looking up at him.

“hold on baby, i’m right behind you.” he replied out of breath.

“mm mm, can’t hold it.” you complained. “okay, c’mon let go.” he approved, pulling you down to meet his thrusts.

“oh fuck!” you cried out and grabbed his wrist as he came along with you, a long groan escaping his lips.

“there you go.” he spoke, pulling out of you completely.

you shut your eyes for a second before he shook you. your eyes flashed open and he began wiping you down with a cloth.

“you can’t go to sleep yet, we have to get you in the shower.” he offered his hand which you took, wrapping his arms around your hips.

“i hope this wasn’t just meaningless sex, y/n.” he whispered and let you sit on the toilet. you frowned at that and looked at him.

“you think i only had sex with you to get it over with?” you asked as he turned the shower on.

“i hope that isn’t the case.” he pulled his head out of the curtain to look at you.

“it isn’t. i promise. that was the most euphoric thing i’ve ever felt.” you smiled at him.

[terezicaptor]

me when. oops my finger slipped

Tubbo stuck two fingers at the front of his mouth and fake gagged, rolling his eyes as Fit and Pac talked in front of him. “Oh no you,” “Oh no you,” back and forth and back and forth. Holy shit it was annoying. “You two are actually so disgusting,” Tubbo said, pulling his fingers away and rolling his eyes once more to properly portray his annoyance. 

His gut twisted strangely when they both turned to look at him with amused expressions. “Oh really?” Fit teased. And before Tubbo could utter another word they were on him, kissing his cheeks from both sides, the contrast of their hands on his cheeks the only thing grounding Tubbo. 

“Ewwww,” he whined. 

“Oh no, you're gross now too. So yucky,” Pac said through a grin and a collection of open mouthed kisses. 

“Ewwwww,” Fit echoed, his laugh rumbling in his chest which was close enough for Tubbo to feel. He purposefully did not think about that fact. 

Instead he said once again, “You guys are so gross,” before turning his head to catch Pac's open mouth in a messy kiss which the man returns happily. 

Once they finally pulled back panting, Tubbo summoned the energy for one last eye roll. “Hate you guys.” 

They laughed. “Sure you do,” Fit said. 

“Yeahh sureee,” Pac teased in agreement before they both started attacking him once more. 

I LOVE THIS SOOOOO MUCH I've read this like 10x over at least

Tubbo is definitely the kind of guy to keep up his grossed out facade while kissing them tooooo. He loves kissying them.

Him voluntarily going to kiss Pac on the lips when Fit and Pac were just kissing on his face in general. He loves them soooo much. Gayass

This is sososo cuteeee this is canon to me

[muns0nslov3r]

OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU WROTE FOR ARGYLE!! I need thigh riding with argyle omg I haven’t found anything like it yet 😭 I can see him being in disbelief that it’s happening and just be like like “holy shitt” and both him and reader would definitely be high. I can’t see argyle being tooooo kinkly, he would probably just praise so if you could do something like that id scream in my pillow for 3 hours straight 😭 you don’t have too! I’ve heard that your sick so take you’re time sweetheart :) but thank you if you do write it!

I LOVE YOUR WRITING BY THE WAY🤭 take care!!

i feel so bad for pushing this off, but i’ll definitely do this!!!! honestly this request is amazing, and i legit feel so bad for not remembering to do this 😭 i’ll try and make it extra special for you as a little i’m sorry :3

argyle and you were relaxing after a long day of him working, both of you tired and high. cuddling up with eachother as something played on the tv, it was hard to pay attention to whatever was on tv when all you could think of was argyle.

he smelt good, was so warm and cuddly.. and his hair. don’t get me started on how obsessed you are with his beautiful hair. you guys were laying down, argyle on his back while you laid on top of him.. straddling his thigh slightly as your head rested on his chest, your hand playing with a strand of his hair.

you and argyle were together for 6 months now, and you two have never got down and dirty.. mainly cause of how shy and self conscious he’d get, always worried that you wouldn’t be attractive to him if you saw him like that.

or that you wouldn’t like how his body was, sense he had a soft tummy. people in the past would always tease him about his body, so ever sense he’s been conscious of it.

yet when you guys got to, or if you, argyle, jonathan, and will and el went out during the california summers. you’d encourage him to come in, and swim with you. and you’d always get to see his pretty body, you loved it. he was like a soft teddy bear.

and you didn’t care if argyle was skinny or not, you just cared about his personality.. and christ did you love his personality. anyways, you two were cuddled up.. and of course, you were ovulating. always got so desperate and horny during those times, and it didn’t help how high you were made everything feel ten times better. and more overwhelming.

fidgeting slightly as you let out a little shaky breath, that ache in your crotch forming as you buried your face into argyles chest.. taking a deep breath as you sighed. “you okay man?” argyles voice softly said as he glanced at you, resting his hand on your lower back and you felt your body just tingling with desperation.

“m’fine..” you quietly said, glancing up at him before away.. his cute high face driving you insane. as you looked at the tv, trying to ignore the feeling.. soon you’d probably forget about it right? you just hoped, as you stayed cuddled up with argyle.

the way your clothed cunt slightly pressed against his thigh drove you insane, as you couldn’t help but slightly grind against his thigh.. surely he wouldn’t notice, plus you were barely doing anything.

so why would he notice you doing it? yeah well poor argyle, definitely noticed. just looking down at you.. noticing the way your hips were moving up and down, and the movement against his thigh?

hell he couldn’t believe it, staring down at you with blown pupils as he swallowed hard.. he didn’t know if he should say anything or- just.. let you continue. you seemed to be enjoying it, and he didn’t wanna ruin the pleasure you were feeling. and the soft sounds that left your mouth, drove him insane.

you sounded so pretty, he gulped. his face flushing slightly as he kept his hand on your lower back, softly hugging out a little breath. “does that feel good?” he muttered, as your head turned to look at him.. and christ your expression, was something permanently stuck in his mind.

the way your mouth was slightly open, and the blush on your cheeks.. the way you seemed so out of your mind. as you slightly nodded, grinding your cunt down against his thigh more. a whine leaving your parted lips, as he shuddered.. having a little smile on his face.

his hands traveling down to your hips, as he pressed a kiss to your lips.. letting you show how desperate you were. kissing him all needy as he moved his hand up to softly hold your face, as he fixed your hair.

“is this okay?” he softly said, making sure it was alright with you.. as you nodded. “please.” you weakly let out, sitting up as his hand went straight to your hips again.. letting you grind on his thigh.

“jesus.. look at you dude. so pretty.” he muttered, staring up at you with just the sweetest eyes ever.

you looked so pretty like this, desperate for him. christ he had hearts in his eyes, just admiring you like you were a beautiful painting. you grinded your cunt down on his thigh slowly.. before slowly grinding down your cunt more faster, humping his thigh like a dog in heat basically.

“good girl.. does that feel good?” he moved his hands down to your thighs, softly gripping them as he softly moaned. his dick straining in his pants, he didn’t care about that.. all he cared about was pleasuring you, and having you cum.

“uh huh..” you whined, your hands on his stomach slightly as your eyes fluttered.. the rough feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt drove you feral. your mouth open slightly, letting sweet sounds slip from your lips.

“sound so pretty.. my pretty girl, fuck i love you so much.” he whined, as you felt a wave of heat run through your body at his whine.. your cunt clenching around nothing.

“i love you baby..” you muttered, looking down at him slightly as you felt your face heat up more. he looked so handsome, it drove you wild that you knew this man was yours.

your heart raced as you grinded your cunt down more, your breathing getting more faster as you squeezed your eyes closed. you hated how fast you were getting close, but god damn it felt so good.

“i’m- getting close..” you whimpered, as argyle felt his mouth water at your words. “yeah? good girl.. such a good girl. cum for me please..”

he shuddered, his dick aching as he reached his hand down to palm at his crotch a couple times before moving his hands back to your hips.

softly squeezing your hips as you moaned, clenching his shirt slightly as your mouth fell open in a silence moan.. moving your hips more faster before letting the pleasure crash down onto you.

a whiny moan leaving your mouth as argyle stared up at you like he never seen anything more beautiful, groaning as he bit down on his tongue.. a weird feeling of pleasure rushing through him as he sighed, looking up at you then down at his crotch.. blushing brightly as he noticed he came in his pants.

just from watching you get yourself off on his thigh, as you looked down at him before hugging out a little breath and laying down with him.. your faces both painted a red colour, as he wrapped his arms around you.

“did so good for me.. i love you man.” he smiled, looking down at you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you too baby..”

[blamemma]

I was just reading your tags on one of these recent Buxton quotes. Your tags about how Daniel actually does have a lot more going on in his life than f1 (so true!), and how everyone wants him in punditry for attention/numbers/cash (also so true!)

But I genuinely don't see Daniel going into punditry post f1. Maybe this is just an incredibly bad read of him, and he'd be excited to do it, but he doesn't have a pundit personality for me.

He's charismatic and people love to talk to him and all that sure, but he's the life of the party, and silly, and loud (all affectionate). And that seems like a bad recipe for someone who is supposed to showcase the drivers and the races etc? I mean maybe he'd do one or two a year for novelty? Like Melbourne and Austin or Vegas or something, to draw interest?

But he seems so much more passionate about his other projects... I dunno, I'm sort of talking out of my ass. It just never vibed with me as a good role for him?

oh no 100% agree. mean....we all saw the espn show right? no baby that is not his future.

maybe a controversial take, but when he steps back from f1, i hope that's it for him. he's given so much to this sport. so much time away from family, so many sacrifices. he doesn't need to be part of the circus anymore. and that's why i emphasised that point of he has so much going for him outside of f1. he doesn't neeeeeeed to be coming back and asking f1 for a pay cheque to hold a mic and make some quips. he's got so much other joy in other places, he'll be grand. i also don't think daniel himself has ever expressed annnnyyy interest in ever wishing to do punditry (happy to be proven wrong if anyone remembers seeing anything different) and i do just think that espn shenanigan was to keep his name in the picture and keep him relevant. i think he would be a kind pundit, having been an f1 driver and gone through the difficulties, but i almost think he has tooooo much respect for f1 drivers. as a journalist, you need to ask the hard hitting questions to the drivers and the team principals, and i don't think daniel could ever, nor would want to ever do something like that. and also, although daniel is a very outgoing person, i think it's sometimes forgotten how extremely private he is. i see his life being very quiet when he does step back from f1, and like you said, i just really can not see him in that role.......but who knows? 🤷🏼‍♀️

[valentinebbxox]

Fears, Chances, & Love Pt.1

pairing: Father Anthony x fem!reader

warnings: pushing away who you love, fears of not being good enough, fears of loving, fear of judgment, bit of angst (especially in pt. 2 and 3 PREPARE YOURSELF)

note: This doesn't go fully with the episode, but he is still in the hospital for the infection from the home tattoo removal. And, I just decided to go with a different direction than this.

word count: 2.7k

~♡~

Third Person P.O.V

She's exhausted. This day was already crazy enough with how busy the hospital was. This day simply cannot get any more crazy. But, oh was she wrong, she pushed the bathroom door open to try and get a breath somewhere quiet, finding a priest stood at the sinks. His eyes flit up, hair falling over his forehead in an unkempt manner, blues meeting her own eyes in the mirror.

She stares at him in curiosity in the mirror like she's seen him before. And she has...about 2 years ago... "Holy shit...", she whispers then shakes her head, "Crap sorry um....", she says embarrassed she said that. Her words have his eyes widening, her familiar voice causing his chest to tighten uncomfortably, He'd turn to look at her in the doorway, heart in his throat as he's left speechless, her name coming out in a breathless whisper, " Y/N..?" She looks up at him again. It was him. "Anthony?", she asks. His hands gripping the edge of the counter a little tighter. His shoulders droop a little, "It's been awhile, huh?", he smiles some still looking at her through the mirror. She chuckles nervously and smirks, "Yeah um...almost 2 years I guess.", she says leaning on the door. 'Just about two years and a few months, actually.', the thought has his expression tightening a little. It had been awhile. Tooooo long, he thinks, glancing over her for a moment. "How've you been?" He asks, keeping his voice calm. She shrugs, "As good as I can be I guess. You?", she asks. "Doing alright," he answers, the corner of his lip lifting up just a little. "Better now, I suppose." He looks at her briefly again. She kinda smirks at him but then realized he is here at the hospital. She goes confused, "What are you doing here anyways?", she asks taking a step towards him from the door she was leaning on. "Ah...",He suddenly looks more embarrassed, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. Anthony's eyes dart away from her, "I.. kind of did something stupid" She takes another a step to him "What did you do?", she asks trying to see if it's the reason he was putting a cloth on his chest. Anthony's eyes stay on her as she walks over to him, stopping in very close proximity, having to look down at her to keep eye contact. "I-" he mumbles sheepishly, raising a hand to attempt to cover his collarbone. "I kinda used a- a tattoo removal kit," he muttered. She tries to understand what he just said and chuckles, "Sorry what now?" "You heard me right... " he mumbled, face going red. "I tried to use a tattoo removal kit to get rid of my tattoo. Turns out they aren't as.. effective as I thought they'd be," he chuckled bitterly. She furrows her eyebrows "Let me see?", she says stepping to him a bit more. Anthony swallows, dropping his hand to his side again, reluctantly pulling the collar of his shirt down just enough for her to see the infected and scarring spot below his collarbone. "..Don't laugh at me" he grumbled. She grimaced "Oh my god...I...sorry..", she says catching herself again with her words, but continues to look at the wound. He watches her grimace, letting out a scoff of a laugh, "Yes.. it's not one of my finest moments.." He lets go of the shirt, wincing a little as it brushes against the wound. She catches the part of the shirt keeping it open so she could look at it better "How long has it been like this?", she asks. Anthony watches her push his shirt further down, forcing his eyes onto her, instead of the proximity. "Couple days," he mumbles out quietly, "Tried to keep it covered up, but it only made it worse.." "Days?? Oh no we have to get this checked Anthony. You could be getting worse.", she says but Anthony shakes his head. "I just need antibiotics and I'll be fine.", he says making her look at him like he was stupid.

"Don't give me that look," he muttered, looking away from her, "I'll be fine. All I need is a bit of anti- septic spray and bandages. That'll fix it.", he says gathering the bandages again. She sighs, "Still as stubborn as ever...", she mumbles shaking his head. "And you're still as argumentative as ever," he retorted. His eyes met her again turning around to face her again, noticing how close they were. She stood so close that he could see a few of her freckles. "You need to get checked out. Don't think I won't try and drag you.", she says crossing her arms. "Oh really?" He chuckles, raising an eyebrow, "You gonna drag me to the doctors?" He watches her cross her arms over her chest, his expression shifting playfully, "What are you gonna do if I say no?", he asks with a smirk. "That lady I overheard trying to find a "Father Anthony." She with you and the church?", she asks with a smirk. "Y/N," he exhaled, eyeing her with a glare, "You wouldn't dare.", he says lowly. She smirks some with her own glare, "Wouldn't I? I would if it was the only way for you to get checked. That infection could spread fast and could lead to serious things let's not mention possible death if it's that bad. So...wouldn't I?", she says getting closer in his face some. Anthony goes silent for a moment, eyes staying locked with hers. He sighed, looking away at a spot to the wall behind her, "..Damn it.." He'd fold in a heartbeat if it meant she was using it for something as important as his health, and he thinks she knows it. "No... no.. you would. You absolutely would." "Glad to know you still know me like that...", she say softly looking up at him. Anthony's heart clenches uncomfortably, his eyes finally meeting hers again. She was looking at him.. too close, in such a soft manner with those eyes he's always found himself drowning in. Even after two years, she still had the same effect on him. Anthony stayed silent for a moment, swallowing. "How could I forget..?" He mumbled weakly. She looks away some with a small smile, then back up at him. "Come on let's check that infection out", she says. Anthony let out a heavy breath, straightening from the counter, "Alright, alright. But only if you promise me something" She looks back to him from walking to the door some "What is it?", she asks. Anthony pushes himself from the counter, walking with her towards the door, "You can't tell anyone about the scar. I don't want anyone to know it's from a tattoo" he mumbles. "Don't worry I won't tell miss church lady or anyone other than the doctor", she smiles softly at him. Anthony lets out a scoff, shaking his head, "Yeah her especially." They step outside into the hallway, Anthony falling into step alongside her, "I just...don't want the church finding out.", he says softly. She looks over at him as they walk. "Don't worry about it Tony...", she says looking back where his wound is. "Shame...kinda liked that tattoo.", she says with a small smirk as they are walking. Anthony's heart flutters for a second when she says his name. That familiar nickname she always used for him, one that no one else seemed to have permission to use. "Yeah, well..." he mumbled. He followed her, with a pout, "I did too."

They get to a place in the emergency department and she sits Anthony on a bed "Okay. Doctor should be here in a minute. Let me take a look at it again.", she says standing in front of him. Anthony sighed quietly, his gaze shifting from her to look around the emergency room. He hated hospitals, hated the smell and atmosphere. The lights always bothered his eyes and- "Ah!" He winces, feeling her cold hands on his skin, tugging his shirt down, revealing the infected skin. "Jesus, it's sticking to your shirt more. Might have to get you in a hospital gown. I'll put some antiseptic on until the doc gets here", she says going to get the stuff from the side and then hands him a gown. "Once I'm finished with this you can change into that. Gonna have to take your shirt off for now though.", she says going back over to get the antiseptic ready and bandages as Anthony slowly got on the gown as she wasn't looking. His hands go to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. "Can't believe you'd make a priest take his shirt off for you" he joked out quietly to try and lessen the tension. She scoffs and smiles some, "Jokes on you. Or did you forget we have seen each other naked before?", she jokes quietly beside him as she gets the antiseptic ready. Anthony huffed in response, rolling his eyes with a faint smile. "Yeah.... I definitely remember." He muttered. He finished the buttons to his shirt, shifting the material from his shoulders. Once his shirt was off, he was revealed with a toned chest and stomach. She tries not to stare so she bites her lower lip as she then concentrates on putting the antiseptic liquid on the infection as she walked over to him. He watched her bite her lip, looking so focused for a moment. His expression softened, watching her move the liquid around with care. Even her small, and gentle touches against his skin was enough to make his heart pick up speed. She focuses but then feels his gaze on her and she looks up some. Anthony didn't even realize that he'd been staring at her until her eyes glanced up. The way she looked up at him, with such gentle eyes, just like she always did... it made him shiver. He swallowed thickly, his fingers curling into the gown, "Ah.. sorry.." he mumbled. She smiles some, "It's fine.", she says then covers it up with a bandage cloth.

"Just keep your hand on that for right now.", she says. Their hands touching when Anthony was going to replace hers. But when theirs touch they just look up and stare at each other again. They don't move for a few seconds. Just looking into each other's eyes. Then, a move of the curtain makes Y/N pull her hand away and make sure Anthony has his hand on it. Anthony's eyes flit to the doctor, a wave of relief hitting him. He had never been good at being looked over, at being touched or examined. It had always made him uncomfortable to some degree. Of course with Y/N being in the room.. that comfort doubled. He didn't feel too worried to have her there with him. Anthony told the doctor what was wrong and the doctor examined him fully and gave Y/N directions to start an iv. Anthony stayed silent and still through most of the examining, flinching every now and again at the more painful touches. Anthony watched as she came back over, heart racing, thudding against his chest. He felt her take his arm, It was then that a certain memory came back to him. He remembered she did tell him something to help. To keep his mind occupied. She whispers to herself just the trick he was remembering "One. Two...poke goes through...", she starts staying the little rhyme as she sticks in the needle in his arm. Anthony looks down at his arm, watching as the needle disappears into his skin, and swears his heartbeat skips entirely. But, then he starts mumbling the rhyme with her, voice low but still heard, Three. Four...no pain anymore.", he looks up at her and she was already looking at him when he finished the little rhyme. She smiles some as she takes out the needle replacing it with the tube, and looks at him as she tapes it, she chuckles "You remember that too.", she says throwing the stuff away. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly with her, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, "Of course, remember. You're the one that taught me it." He looked down as she did the tape, and then just watching her. She smiles at him and then the doctor comes back. "Y/N could you fetch me some of the advanced infection supplies while I look things over?", the doctor says to her and she nods and then glances at Anthony then walks away. He watches her walk away, the room falling silent besides for the doctor doing his inspection. Anthony then felt the room start to spin, and a wave of nausea suddenly hit him. His skin felt suddenly too hot, and his head ached. It had come on so suddenly and out of nowhere. That infection was far worse than it seemed. The doctor notices along with his heart speeding up a few minutes after he was even hooked up to the machine, and then he called on another nurse to help him “Yep, it’s turned to Septic shock.”, and then starts shouting orders around. Anthony didn’t catch the words the doctor was saying at first. He just knew he felt suddenly sick and dizzy, heart thudding hard against his ribs. He felt the other nurses approach him, beginning to feel more anxious by the second. He was in and out still when 10 mins later he hears, “What the hell? What's happening?!”, Y/N…she’s panicking. Anthony was drifting in and out of consciousness, head lolled back against the thin pillow, beads of sweat forming in his forehead. But he could still hear Y/N’s voice ringing through his ears, loud and panicked. He knew she had come back. He opened his eyes, groggily lifting his head to look in her direction. “He was going into shock. But we calmed it down.”, the doctor says and Y/N goes to his side. “Anthony. Hey, can you hear me?”, she says putting a hand to his cheek. Anthony groggily looked up at her, his blurry vision slowly adjusting to focus on her. Her hand on his cheek felt cold against his suddenly burning skin, making him lean into her touch. He blinked a few times, trying to focus, “Y-Y/N…” he mumbled quietly. “I’m here. Just try and breathe and relax as well as you can.”, She moves stray hair from his face and helps the doctor with whatever he needs. Then, Anthony was out and falling asleep. 

Anthony then starting remembering the memories of them both. The good times. Memories of Y/N. Memories of them. All the time they had together two years ago. Despite all that time, Anthony still wasn’t over her. He then remembers telling her he was fully going and moving to a new congregation and had fully believed he found his faith. That he had to leave, and, it was possibly the end of what they had…they both knew it was…but it didn't help the pain he knew she felt but tried to hide. He felt it too he couldn’t deny it. he cared for her deeply no matter how rebellious she was or maybe some may say unlady like in some ways. But he didn't care. Anthony couldn’t stop the memories from flooding through his head. Everything from their first date, to when he told her that he had to leave. He could still see the heartbreak in her eyes, the unshed tears. He could still remember the way her fingers clenched on his, how they both held each other tightly for the last time before they went their separate ways. It had hurt for both of them. But he always swore to himself that it was for the best, for her own good. He felt like he was standing there, watchin them both. And as he was remembering everything, he realized right there he was thinking of himself. He never asked what she may have wanted for them…and now two years later she was here again…taking care of him with doctors. Was this maybe another chance? 

[inkykeiji]

YES, please talk more about Ranpo because I love him!!

I LOVE HIM TOOOOO ANON but i don’t have many other thoughts atm aside from what i said to that other anon!!! hmm other than that tbh i could see him being borderline vicious in the bedroom with his teasing & so so so condescending because he’s sooo intelligent and you’re sooo idiotically cute and sooo sweetly stupid and he’s sooo much better than you <3

but it’s okay, he still loves you, still thinks how unbelievably dumb he can make you with merely his cock and his voice is so fucking adorable <3 he has a talent for being able to smash you to absolute bits with his words and wit alone—doesn’t need to resort to any of those more primitive methods like bondage or impact play, the way dazai likes to, to supplement his thorough shattering of you, to cut you up into little fragments of yourself, diminished to snotty sniffles and spit-weighted words (gurgles, more like it, he thinks; it’s almost disrespectful to call those garbled noises words) and shimmering eyes overflowing with thick tears, fat dewdrops caught in salt clumped lashes that glitter with each flutter of your lids; all gorgeous pieces of evidence, proof of his intellect and ingenuity, his sheer aptitude.

being such a skilled and smart wordsmith, he excels in language-based kinks: praise, degradation, humiliation, and (his personal favourite) dumbification. and after he’s reduced you to a beautifully broken mess of yourself, shivering and snivelling and so, so soft, he is an absolute expert at mending you back together with loving affirmations and gentle affections as his tools, murmuring about how good you were for him, how well you did for him, how perfect and gorgeous and awe-inspiring you are, and how much he fucking loves you—the only sentiment he’s sure no words in the world could accurately express, but he tries his darnedest to tell you anyway <3

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! Mostly about Skully, but also a headcanon-y one about wrestling, and also one about song lyrics.

thestarlightfae asked:

I love the lighting! The jack-o-lantern really looks like fire!

Thank you!! I am happy it looks good! <3 I love playing with lighting hehe.

Anonymous asked:

UWAHHHH THANK YOU FOR DRAWING SKULLY 💚💚💚💚

Oh he looks very lovely in your style. And the colors and his face tooooo ughhHhhhhHhHhhh

Love him so much 💚 (；∀； )

HEHEHE thank youuuu!! I’m happy you liked it so much!

Skully is very fun to draw, so we enjoyed the process a lot as well. I would love to draw his other facial expressions too at some point…

lusetmv asked:

Just wondering, now that the event is over, how do you see Skully, top or bottom?

We haven’t finished it yet, but from the get-go he gave us top vibes. The boy has a bunch of qualities we like in tops 🤔 We most likely won’t change our mind as well, so it’s a safe bet <3

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about a wrestling au for the twst boys where one of the bottoms does the funny sexual distraction moves such as shocking the other by rubbing on them then taking them down after catching the opponent off guard?

Sorry for the abysmally late reply, Anon; it’s a very old one and I wonder if you’re still here…

I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought about anything like that before you sent your ask, but I can see a couple of twst boys sabotaging others ilke that in a wrestling match.

Epel would be a champion of that, considering he excels at making men around him all confused and smitten and then punching them in the gut LOL He would be so hesitant to use sexual distraction tactic at first, but if one little rub down there is enough to make his opponent lose focus, he’ll do it!

Vil is probably the one who told him that in the first place, so of course he uses it too, but not as often as Epel. Vil doesn’t really need to do it – he fights very well even without that lol

Jamil is also very good at seduction, but uses it extremely rarely and very sneakily, this is why whenever he does that, it’s almost traumatisingly good. The poor guys never know what happened…

Also… you know what? Deuce might use sooome form of that. Even less often than Jamil, and it’s always a “I don’t know, I acted before thinking” thing, but damn this boy has good instincts?? His opponents would never expect that from him…

The world of wrestling is so exciting and vibrant lol I wonder what everyone’s “stage names”, signature technique and other stuff would be like! It could be such a fun and massive au, but unfortunately we’re not into wrestling enough and don’t know enough about it to come up with any interesting thoughts…

Anonymous asked:

Can you think of any character who fits these lyrics?:

I fucked the reaper cause I knew

My time was coming can't you see

I was either gonna die

At 12 or 90-fucking-3

I'd do anything for twenty bucks

I'd sell my sour soul

Cause lemonade is bitter till you

Sweeten up the bowl

And I'm sitting in the bathroom

I'm crying citrus tears

Everything I used to love

Decayed over the years

You know, Anon, for some reason I thought too hard about this lol As if there is a correct answer.

In actuality, I just couldn’t pick one option, so here are three of my thoughts: Ciel, Idia and honestly either Malleus or Lilia depending on how you look at it.

[sunkingwrites]

lil Denki brainrot for you rq <3

a lot of your Denki thoughts showed up on my dashboard, and as a certified head enthusiast, I can proudly say that I think Denki absolutely gives the best head <3

his tongue can do things- and he may make a show out of himself everywhere at anytime (all cute and in the most eye-catching outfits if you know what i mean✨), but the he will put on such a big performance when giving head— heck, anything oral he justhhdw

(and I know this is an old concept but imagine the little electrifying shocks that absolutely call for overstim I-)

"a lot of your Denki thoughts showed up on my dashboard," you say,, AS IF YOU AREN'T FOLLOWING ME xD ily mwah mwah

Well,, as a certified indulger in thirsts, I would like to agree that Denki gives the best head~ cuz i kin him and want to boost my ego? pffttt, couldn't be

uGHH, he is sUCH a pretty little drama king thooo- I am conVINCed this man has an oral fixation- with the tongue piercing that he has trained to channel currents into,, that metal ball could do some ungodly things to me and I would say "ahah thank you very much, have a great day! :D" sdgfhbjnsdk I'm getting off point-

Oversttiiimmmm, you already know I love him and overstimming- I feel like he gets so overexcited with sexy stuff that he just dives in headfirst (with consent of course, mwah <3) because he wants to make you feel so so good,, he needs to hear his name on your lips- you are his and he is yours and he is just so enamored that you like him. Even with his weird habits and even though he thinks that he's annoying you more than half of the time.

The fact that you actually like him,, gods- it just gets him going. So yeah, he's there to do whatever you need. With all that talking and goofing around he does, he can do a lot with his tongue.

-I just tied my hair up and rolled up my sleeves. This is getting serious- :D

no gendered terms are used for the reader,, Denki calls the reader "babes" once ☆

Denki is the type to tease. No matter how good he wants to make you feel or how much he wants you to cum on his tongue- above all, he wants you to need him. This comes out in him wanting to hear you beg; he wants to know what you're thinking, how you're feeling, specifically how he's making you feel.

He'll look up at you with big shiny eyes, while his tongue runs up your folds at a painstaking pace. He lives for the way you pull his head closer by his hair, desperately signaling you want more of him. He'll raise an eyebrow at your desperation, leaning in closer to taste how wet he's already made you. You need him, and he knows it. But he needs to hear it from you.

"What's up, babes? This not enough for you, oh- do you want more of me? Is that it, I'm just tooooo irresistible~"

His eyes will widen when you smile down at him, such a fond expression from someone he loves so dearly is bound to set him off. He'll practically start drooling when you tell him how much you need him.

You'll have a front-row seat. The best spot in the house to watch your mischievous fox turn into a drooling puppy.

The sounds he makes while eating you out are downright filthy.

With his nose bumping your sensitive clit, his tongue dances between your folds like a professional ice skater, performing figure eights and loops that could wow even the toughest critics.

His ears are pink at the way your cunt is gushing into his mouth, brain working overtime as it tries to commit every single sound and twitch and whimper to memory. He starts to lose his mind in between your legs, forgoing oxygen in favor of your scent to sustain him.

The way his tongue moves between your erogenous zones, your oversensitive clit and your puffy folds. He intuitively knows how to keep the pressure steadily building until your legs are squishing the sides of his head.

Your climax comes faster than expected, more quickly than it ever has, and even when your head jerks back and your fingers tangle in his soft blond hair, he keeps going.

He channels small bouts of electrical current from his body into the ball of his tongue piercing.

Then he flattens his tongue against your dripping entrance, toying at your clit with the charged piercing in his tongue.

Cracks of electricity soar through your skin, tingling your spine and making you physically shiver as your mind goes blank. Your hands slacken and fall limp at your sides as you rake in jagged breaths.

In a panic, Denki wrenches himself from his spot between your legs and clutches your head in his hands.

Your eyes are rolled back to the heavens, and just as he's about to ask if you're alive, you mumble out something unintelligible.

"What-- what was that? Come on, say something!" Tears threaten to fall in the corners of his wide eyes.

Taking in as deep a breath as you can manage, your eyes slowly focus in on him, a fucked out smile adorning your face as you gaze up at such a sweet boy. Your voice comes out hoarse, as if you'd been screaming for the last hour.

"I just came so hard I think I saw the afterlife," your eyes trail lazily down to his open mouth, "Can you do that thing with your tongue again?"

"OH GODS, YOU'RE ALIVE!!" He looks about ready to rip out his ponytail.

[cyberrat]

Got any more hcs about Vox bottoming for Val? I’m always a slut for bottom Vox content 😮‍💨

Oohhh dang me too me tooooo

Mostly I love the thought of virgin Vox getting railed for the first time 😩 can you imagine his manly voice going all high pitched and whiney because Val is holding him down and slowly filling him with his slippery tentacle dick? Unf. Yes.

I feel like he‘s probably surprisingly shy? Like at least the first few times. Probably even turns his screen off so Val can‘t see his facial expressions/hear him make a ruckus.

He doesn‘t want to seem ‚feminine‘, ya know? Ugh. Disgusting old man 😩💦

[smilingangel582]

Weeeeheeee uuuuu guyyys beeeen waiting tooooo loonng.

This will be my first ever daaadaaadaaa will you doo the fandangoooo!

Ahh yes scara -oopse who's thT? I mean wanderer and I named him "Yuki" cute neh.

Ne, ne... in case you guys want to ask me things pls ask kk Away

Tragically however I'm clumsy and by accident I deleted some asks and I want you to forgive me of I have forgotten u....I'm a little busy and I didn't have time to think straight sooooo I made time for u this timeeee meeee trying kkk?

Genshin impact will soon launch version 3.8, and I'm excited because after that, the wanderer banner is coming....finally, u can pull for that bratty puppet! Called the wanderer Yuki, so if you are confused, I named him Yuki OK.

Enjoyyyy, no spoilers, cuz it's a game... but still, u can play it before reading! I love iiiim

Weakness of the former all mighty God

It was an understament to say Yuki hated the traveller. Yet he finds his ability to smile every situation and be laid back is puzzling.

The wanderer was the name he went by. He gave up his past and became a free spirit. He was seeing new sides of the world. He hated people, but now it's more of an antisocial trait than wishing annihilation on the human race.

Yuki, the name was appealing to him. The traveller even went so far as to share his own name with him, and he didn't mind. But naming him, Yuki felt somehow warm despite it meant snow.

"Oiii Yukii dont get lost in the traveler's teapot alright?" Paimon's voice clammered, and he looked up with an eye roll "your too loud,"

"And you're too slow for someone so fast"

The traveller laughed at the petty dispute between them. He had his golden eyes on Yuki, making him feel conscious as they began leisurely moving around the large space of the new world he was in.

"You're quiet today... something wrong?

Yuki noticed Aether's concern. He looked away with a sigh "Yeah just thinking... it was not too long ago. I wanted to kill you, and now you looked like you could die for me"

He expected a denial of that statement but surprisingly Aether gave a sheepish laugh "I know, it had been so long"

"W...what?" He blinked twice, unable to apprehend this sudden sensation of warmth.

Paimon and Aether exchanged happy smiles. "Come on..." it was his flying companion."We're friends... we smile and laugh like anyone else. You don't need to be so stiff"

Yuki's smile didn't reach him, he smirked sure... but a smile? Is it different from what he expressed before?

Before he could say anything more. He felt a poke in the side from Aether. He had a mischievous grin "Careeeful Yukii~ let your guard down like that, your friends will expose a weakness from you" then brightly perking up and wiggling his fingers he giggled "And that's what friends are for so take that!"

Tackling the wanderer in their own teapot, where the grass touched him, he was shocked when the traveller began to dig his fingers to his ribs.

"What in the world -gah!! Wahahit whahat ihihis thahaht?"

He felt a spread of electric waves from his sides, like the traveller was using electric powers, but not it was just his blunt fingers.

Paimon snickered absurdly. "You seriously haven't been tickled before? All the more reason that it is fun!"

Tickled? Not a word he knew, but it didn't hurt. He just felt it funny and the urge to let out laughter. It was certainly humiliating.

"Haah?? Thihihis ihihis weheheheird stahahahap ihit!" Yuki squirmed under the blond, who also laughed in thrill at the sight of blushing wanderer. Paimon sneaked in a few prods to his toes that were poking out from his sandals.

"Isn't this fun, though?" Aether said softly, now pinching his lower ribs."Aren't you relaxed?"

The lower ribs were bad, and Yuki cackled now. "Gaaaah! Wahahahahait wait wait wait! Thehehereee! Ihihitd bahahahahad! Whahahat are yohou dohohoiing!!!??? Cuhuhuhut it outttt Aetheheher!"

Laughing at the sudden burst of laughter Paimon had the audacity to take pictures of them from the Kamera.

"Gehet her away from thahat! Nohoho stahahap!" He giggled sweetly when he covered his face. Smirking, he drilled his fingers under his arms through the cloak, and that made him lower his arms.

"So cute..." Aether murmured and then he stopped for a while "That's called tickling,"

"Tehehe... whahat a funnehehey wohord..." he breathed giggles, now settling to a calmer mood."Why did I laugh thoho?"

To emphasised he poked his ribs making him squeal adorably "This touch, its something humans have but I didn't expect a puppet like you to be ticklish....its adorable"

"Wait... ticklish... tickled... so many words tho..."

"It's both a verb, a noun and an adverb of it silly..." Paimon said poking his ears now.

"Gaah enough," he pulled away from the teasing and blushed furiously. "Mark my words, and I will get my revenge tenfold!

"And I'll just tickle you again," he began to chase Yuki, who had failed to make his threat more real. He thought as he escaped the evil clutches of the traveller...

I will certainly get him back for sure!