#I don't really think it brings me closer to my types I literally just like meat

[appleblueberry-pie]

Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's

A/N: "The Yandere's", meaning as many yandere's i think I can characterize as yandere's as perfectly as possible without burning myself out. Also, are the pictures too much?????? Also, I couldn't find a good pic for Sugu without picking the one where he's literally going insane LMAOOO. Love how my semi-debut for my yandere characterization for him is shown w a not so pleasant picture of him(they're all perfect). Anyways, this is probably gonna be my most chaotic, yet organized, post about jjk ever. I have a solid plan and will go through with it. It's friday and this is me "letting loose" before the weekend. Also, the first love story will be pulled from my own experience. With multiple twists to it to make it sound as interesting as possible.

SCENARIO:

"Mmmm. I remember my first love." You hum in a pleasant tone as you start to reminisce events of who you first gave your heart to. "I loved him so much, it was insane. Because....we grew up with each other. We used to be like this." You twist your fingers together, smiling at him as you explain. "He was an embodiment of me, as I was of him. I don't remember a time we weren't friends. I think it helps to mention that our mom's were friends and they were neighbors. So....we've always known each other. He's a year older than me."

You two were out in the park on the grass. He suggested a little picnic together, hoping to bring you two closer so he could possibly make more moves to be more than a friend. But you were so oblivious to it, even going as far as talking of your first love as if you still missed this stupid asshole.

"I still miss him." You go silent for a few seconds and stare down at the checkered blanket, smiling. He gapes a little and resists the urge to scoff. "We both loved playing video games, we watched the same tv shows, went to the same elementary school....a lot of things happened between us. He didn't like me back, though. I confessed to him when I was 9 and he said no." You laugh. "But even then, I still loved him. I still feel it, too. For some reason, my love for others doesn't really go away. Just sits at the bottom of my heart to make more room for others."

You sigh and continue talking about the guy. "He just grew more and more....attractive as I grew up. I am pretty sure he's why I have my type that I have in men currently. He's very tall....a deep voice." You sigh, closing your eyes to remember. "Relaxed, closed off.....I heard him on the phone when our moms were talking a month ago. He sounds....so different. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if I saw him again." In real time, he watched you unravel slowly to show how.....inf*tuated you were with this guy. You were so focused on naming his qualities. As if you could picture him perfectly in your mind.

"I'm so glad we don't talk to each other anymore. I ruined our relationship. Said a few inappropriate things I shouldn't have said at the wrong time. I haven't spoken to him in....6 years. And I'd rather it stay that way, honestly. Because he's a rather boring person outside of his physical attributes. But I have attachment issues." You pick up one of the snacks laid out between the two of you. "Yeah. I'm done talking about him. I would rather not think of him anymore."

YANDERE REACTIONS:

Sukuna:

Sukuna was baffled. Anger, frustration, fear, and even jealousy kept his tongue from moving. He thought this moment wouldn't ever happen in his life. He thought this wasn't a possibility. Your extreme disloyalty to him was what made him clench his hands in anger. But if he rationally thought about this, you don't know. You don't know how much he loves you. How much the Ryomen Sukuna loves you. You were supposed to be his in all lifetimes. He felt like he absolutely knew you were pure. You smelled pure and your energy felt pure when he first met you. So why were you fixing your mouth to say such disgusting and unfaithful words to him as if he wasn't right there?

He wanted to ask you if you've been trying to give yourself to him like a whore, but he knew that was just him overreacting. He wouldn't ever say such things to you, anyways. He wanted to change for you and was trying, starting with these stupid little date settings he knew you loved. A fucking park. And here he was being stabbed in the chest multiple times without your knowledge of it. It was all your doing.

He might be human in this lifetime. He might be nothing but a mere human for you to toy with freely, and he would let you do it to him. But he would never allow a puny roach get in the way of getting what he deserves. He deserves you and he will have you, one way or another. And if that means cutting a small piece of your heart out just to keep the rest, then so be it. He can't have any piece of you in him. Just thinking about him makes another vessel pop in his body somewhere. He will kill this thing.

Kento:

Maybe he was overbearing. He really just couldn't help but feel insecure. There should be no real reason for you to bring up a man from the past. Someone that should clearly be out of your mind. Was he boring? What did that fool have that he didn't? And why did you mention it while you two were on this date??(It wasn't a date, but it felt like it to him) Maybe he was too plain. Men like him were just smokers and loners, of course you'd bring up someone else that can satiate your desire for real love. It's all because he couldn't. Not in the way you want to be loved.

But he knew, he knew that he was enough. He knew he was your type as well, so, what did you mean by he was the type you have in men?? What does that mean for him? Will you use him and throw him away? He doesn't want to be used and tossed out like trash. He wanted to be yours forever. He wanted to be your man. Your man. He wanted to be your lover, your obsesser and the one you obsess over, not that imbecile. He wanted to be skin to skin, he wanted to be under your skin, he wanted to make his mark on you and for you to do the same to him. He deserves your love. But here you are expressing it for another man you haven't even spoken to in over 6 years. He deserves that type of commitment, there's nothing he's done to deserve it this late.

"I love you." The words slip out like oil on water. And it makes his heart oh, so much lighter.

Suguru:

"Heavens. I'm glad you aren't talking with him now." Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, peeling off more strawberry leaves for you. "This is why." He points with the strawberry at the people walking past and then gives you the strawberry. "This is why I don't want you talking with them. They do this to hold you in their clutches, I've seen it." Suguru sighs as he recalls your story in his mind. Jesus, was it trying to hypnotize you? If so, it was working. No worries, it won't be around to mess with your mind much longer.

"They actively lie, they laze around, let their emotions control them, and then try to manipulate you to stay with them to be their stepping stool." He brushes your hair back neatly, and you scrunch your eyebrows at his words. "But I know you're better than him. Better than all of them." He calls out your name and stares into your eyes with a look that makes you flustered. What is his problem?

"You are the light. You are one of the most strongest and intelligent sorcerers I have seen of this time. You hold up your potential and continue to blow my mind with how beautiful your soul is. I am constantly drawn to you and your energy, I never get enough of it. I don't ever want to hinder you and I don't want anyone else to hinder your energy. That's why I will kill that filthy animal that tried to touch you." It's scary, the way he maintains eye contact with you and spits the nastiest insult about the man you once loved with your whole heart.

"I can't wait to get to know you better. You've been teaching me so much. Maybe you can tell me about your favorite nature spots and we can relax there whenever you're free. And sometime later, I could also take you to meet my family. You'll love my two daughters." He laughs lightly, knowing Nanako and Mimiko would adore finally having a real mother worth of raising them. Together, you and him would be unstoppable.

Choso:

Choso was finished with peeling the mandarin for you. You kind of were confused about how he went about doing this, though. Because all over his lap were the smallest bits of mandarin peels you've ever seen. But the mandarin looked perfect. He obviously took his time. He handed it to you softly, smiling. You accept it happily and begin peeling.

He was surprised he didn't rip the thing apart then and there. Maybe be should peel things more often. The way you so freely spoke about your love for another man when your soulmate was sitting right next to you, peeling fruit open for you was preposterous. He needed a hug. A lemonade, had to kill someone, something. But he stopped killing people for you(secretly), so he has to resort to acting like he's peeling off that devil's skin. Starting from where the shiny skin first shows. The first piece is always the hardest to pick off and it's hard to choose where to begin. But soon enough, the color underneath began to show. He slowly picked off every. Little. Piece. He heard a yelp of pain and cries of "sorry's" in his head for every piece.

Every single little piece made the air smell more and more sweet and tangy. The more you spoke, the faster he picked. The stronger the smell was. So citrus-y and delicious. It made him smile. He loved peeling this mandarin. Then picking off white strips connected to the mandarin itself, so that it was smoother and you had no access peel. Like veins, they came off one by one. He simply stared at it when he was done. Smooth, perfect. Scattered remains laying everywhere on his lap.

He's never felt this way before. What were you doing to him? What is this twisting feeling in his gut that makes him want to puke? Why can't he breathe? Why does he want to kill the kids and mothers at the playground not too far away? He needs you to calm him down.

He hates this park.

"Here you go, angel." He hands it to you, smiling. You looked a little confused at first, but then took it from him, opening it to take a slice. "Oh, this looks real nice, Cho. ......Why are you smiling like that?" He shrugs, picking up one of the strawberries you brought from your place. "Like what...?"

Toji:

Toji was silent. The awkward silence he was creating between the two of you made you nervous. He was sitting close to you, leaning over to you, his arm supporting his weight behind your back with your shoulder touching his chest. He was just staring down at the bowl of strawberries. ".....Toji?" Your soft voice made him sigh.

No, he couldn't do it. Killing you won't kill the pain and anger in his chest. This was probably the angriest he's ever been. He wanted to shout at you to apologize for how you were making him feel. But what he really wanted was to feel your lips on his and for you to shut the fuck up. For some reason, every time you open your mouth, it always ends with him degrading further and further off the side of sanity and just going completely ballistic.

You saw his hand on his hip. The hip that wasn't actually his hip, but was his gun he was resting his hand on. He would feel so much better if those shrieking rats would shut up. Fucking rodents running around you two freely like he wasn't about to ruin everyone's day.

He wouldn't say he was often traumatized, but he could've went his whole life without hearing that story. Now he has to find a random man and kill him for stealing your heart. I mean, the least the bastard could've done was reciprocate his feelings and not leave you feeling helpless. "I could treat you better than that dick." You flinch at his words before smiling, averting your gaze as well. "Oh....." He leans in closer to your face. "Where does he live, huh? Is it the prick with the glasses?" "No?" "The one you work with?" "I-I told you I haven't-" "Eh, whatever. I'll find him and kill him." He smiles at your bashfulness and grabs a few strawberries from the patch.

Sometimes he forgets you don't care much for how he says things. If the right message gets across, you usually don't mind how he says it. But he just blatantly threatened to kill him. You grab the leafless strawberries from his hands and begin eating. Nah. You were his, for sure. He sighs and lays down on the blanket, staring up at the blue sky.

Satoru:

Satoru nodded along with your words, his hands trembling. When you smiled, he did. When you sighed, he would, too. And when you finished your story, he had to swallow the thick bile in his throat. You were just....recalling old memories, that's all. Nothing else. He tried to focus on the grass blades he felt through the blanket. He tried to focus on the sounds of the kids running around squealing.

He watched you eat some of the cold grapes he brought you. They were big, and you praised him lightly for finding such a great batch. He nods quietly and stares down at his lap. Everything was fine. You were fine, and so was he. "Satoru...?" Honey dripping naturally in your voice makes his head turn automatically. The worry etched on your face made the strings holding his mind together break one by one. "Are you alright..? You're sweating."

Nothing was fine. He can't believe you just said that to him. Why would you..? Why did...? Why?.....wait, why?? Why??? Why why why why why why WHY would you do that? Why would you say that to him? He sacrificed so much for you. He killed all of the assassins that went after you when the higher ups found out about you and him getting closer. He paid off your parent's debt secretly. He paid your rent. He woke up early in the mornings to talk to you because he knows you like to wake up to see the sunset. He memorized all of your schedules when you have special weeks, special breaks, he memorized all days that you memorized, he knows what mattress you like to sleep on, he knows how you like certain foods to be seasoned, he knows your favorite weather and season, he didn't fucking learn all of this about you for nothing!! WHY don't you ever appreciate everything he's ever done for you? Why don't you notice him? Why don't you love him? He stalks you every day to understand the type of man you would want to live under your roof and be under your covers and that wasn't enough.

He's been so alone all of his fucking life. No one understood him like you do. He couldn't help but open his ribcage, breaking them off of his body to one by one to let you touch his hot beating heart with your cold fingers. He wants you inside of his heart forever and never let you go, can't you understand that? He hasn't slept in three days, predetermining what he was going to say to you during this picnic, and you tell him that?? Just fucking kill him. Kill him, kick his face, spit on him, ruin him like you're doing now. He clearly doesn't matter.

"Satoru??"

He's supposed to be the one you compare playing video games with, he is supposed to be the one you watch the same tv shows with, he was supposed to go to the same school as you!! His skin is on fire, he can't breathe, his mind hurts, the grass blades are irritating his skin and the children are making his migraine worse. Are you saying something? He can't hear you. His ears are ringing.

He wants to be him. He wants to rip open the skin and spine of the man who lived in your soul since the dawn of time and crawl into his body to experience what he experienced. He wants to do all of those things with you as kids and live with you, grow with you, let him be your infatuation. He wants to rewind time. He wants to die. He wants both of you to die and be reborn to be given a second chance he can never ever have.

"Satoru!"

Your face is twisted into heavy concern and slight fear. Satoru sat in front of you, staring at you. He hasn't moved in three entire minutes. His face was covered in bucket loads of sweat, his lips twisted into a tight smile that threatened to break into a million pieces. The corners of his lips wobbled as if he was going to cry, but his eyes were wide open and dry. His legs, arms, and back stiff as he sits in such an uncomfortable position, it had to hurt. You were scared for him.

Can he hear you? You slowly raise on of your hands to touch his cheek and he flinches under your touch, finally blinking. "Yes?" You purse your lips and bring out a cold water bottle from your basket. "Here, maybe you should drink some water." He takes the water bottle you dropped into his hand. "Thank you." He whispers and sighs, twisting open the cap. You watch him guzzle the whole thing in 5 seconds. "......maybe we should go indoors." He nods, closing the now empty water bottle. "Yeah. The sun is hurting my eyes."

No part 2's. Because I don't like continuing old plot and I love seeing people go crazy for me not continuing good content.

[logansdoll]

jim beam

navigating life in a new universe was already a bit of a struggle for Logan... and Wade just had to make it worse (or far, far, far better) by giving him a "house-warming gift".

CW: suggestive, profanity, takes place after the events of Deadpool 3, Wade is actually really hard to write for, Logan deserves the world, comfort, angst if you squint, etc.

"Honey, I'm home!" Wade loudly sang, kicking open the door to Logan's apartment with a dramatic flourish.

"Fuck me," Logan groaned from his spot on the couch, closing his eyes and allowing his head to lull back with annoyance.

This defeated the entire purpose of why he got his own apartment in the first place.

To avoid these types of interactions with the most persistently, consistently annoying asshole in the entire multiverse.

"Now, now, is that any way to talk to the friend who's about to bring your long lost lover back from the dead?" Wade tutted, skipping into the living room, taking notice of the bottle of liquor resting in Logan's hand.

'So it's that kinda morning...'

"Jim Beam at 10 am on a Tuesday?" he noted, "Well, I guess it's five o'clock nowhere... so have at it."

"What did you just say?" Logan sat up straight, brows furrowed as he focused on Wade's previous statement.

"Alcoholics everywhere salute you for taking your liver where no organ has gone before."

"Wade."

"I'm honestly starting to believe you do it for the love of the game rather than the expositional, look how sad he is plot device the author is currently using... I mean, seriously? Can we skip past all this bullshit and get to the—"

Quickly, Logan grabbed him by the front of his suit, yanking him closer with an angrily confused expression.

"If anything besides a goddamn answer comes out of your mouth... I will stab you in the face," he growled, spelling out each syllable to further his point. "What the hell do you mean bring her back from the dead?"

To Logan, you were everything

The sun. The moon. The air. The clouds.

Despite seeing all the horrible thing he'd done, and knowing firsthand just how much of an asshole he could be, you still smiled at him.

No matter how many times he pushed you away, you were relentless.

Keeping his room together while he was away finding himself.

Making him meals when you noticed he he'd gone without eating.

Forcing him to take breathers after intense sessions in the Danger Room.

For the longest, he couldn't wrap his head around someone like you caring about a jackass like him.

Until he got fed up and just outright asked.

But, as if nothing, you answered:

"Your past makes think you don't deserve love, Logan," you started, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned up against the counter. "You storm around here with a rude ass attitude and a smart mouth hoping to convince me of that... but if anything, you're only making it worse for yourself."

You smiled, looking up at him with a glint in your eye that sent shocks running down his spine.

"Because in my heart of hearts I know you're a man who wants care and attention, just like everybody else."

With a chuckle, you rested a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"And I'll keep shovin' dinners down your throat until you realize that."

Despite having everyone else fooled, you saw right through him, and true to your word, you didn't give up.

With every made bed, every meal, every conversation, Logan felt himself falling deeper into your charm, and over a glass of Jim Beam did he finally realize that he was in love with you.

But, like everything else he cared about in this world, you were taken away from him.

Unable to find your body in the rubble of the mansion, he looked high and low, quite literally going to the ends of the Earth to find you.

But after years of searching with nothing to show for it, he returned to the bottle, drowning himself in sorrow and regret.

Or, at least... until now.

"Well, according to the manual, she's not exactly dead, but she is unconscious," Wade answered, matter-of-factly.

"Unconscious?" Logan's brows furrowed, still quite confused.

Freeing himself from the man's grip, Wade stood up, going back around the couch and pulling out a small tablet from his pocket.

"See, I've noticed your humble abode could use a little sprucing, so I went back to our buddies at the TVA and kindly reminded them that you saved the multiverse and, godammnit, you deserve a reward."

"Get to the fuckin' point, jackass," Logan spat, turning to face him.

"So they sent some men back to your universe and found your girl!" Wade cheered, opening up a portal and reaching his hand in, pulling out a cryo-chamber with you inside.

The moment Logan's eyes met your sleeping face, all color and vibrancy seemed to return to the world.

He was at a loss for words.

You were here... not some dream or hallucination of guilt... but actually, truly, physically here.

"Apparently, some science fuckers were keeping her in a black site and testing to see how long she could go without aging. I won't bore you with the details," Wade explained, pulling out a small knife from his boot. "Now, let's break this bad boy open and meet the future Mrs. Wolverine!"

Before Logan could stop him, Wade stabbed the keypad at the side of the chamber, opening the door and sending you falling forward.

In an instant, Logan dropped his bottle and leaped over the couch, catching you just before you could face-plant on the hardwood floor.

"Watch it!" Logan roared, less than happy that you'd only been there for about three minutes and Wade had already almost broken your nose.

"I am so sorry!" Wade gasped, his hands slapping his cheeks in shock. "I didn't think she'd actually fall out the chamber when they told me she'd fall out the chamber... Nice save, though, Romeo."

Turning you over, Logan cupped your cheek, the chill of your skin already beginning to warm.

But you were still out cold, limp in his grasp as he held you close to his chest.

"She's not waking up..." Logan noticed, brows furrowed. "Why the hell isn't she waking up?"

"Easy there, tiger. They told me how long it takes varies from person to person," Wade assured, shutting the portal. "Some take minutes, others hours. It could be a couple of days before she even opens her eyes."

An expression of solemnity slid over Logan's face as he gazed over yours, your skin still so flesh colored, it looked as if you were sleeping.

Just as soft and tender as he remembered.

And he had full intentions on keeping it that way.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he ghosted his hand over your cheek.

In that moment, he swore to himself that he'd never leave you again.

He'd be a friend, a bodyguard, a lover, whatever you wanted, but no matter his title, anything that wanted to harm you would have to do so over his dead body.

And even then he'd force himself to get back up and fight.

This world was giving him a second chance at life, a second chance at a life with you, and he'd be damned if he let anything ruin it.

Suddenly, you took in an aggressive gasp, scaring the shit out of Wade as your eyes snapped open.

"Holy fucking shit nuggets!" he jolted, jumping from his spot across he room as Logan allowed his shoulders to sink, mumbling a quiet thanks to whatever god or deity brought you back to him.

Feeling a strong set of arms cradling you, you looked up, solace setting into your bones at the sight of the familiar man before you, who was unable to stop the few joyful tears escaping his eyes.

"Logan—"

Without a moment's hesitation, his lips were on yours, making up for what felt like a lifetime of loss by dumping all of his passion, all of his love, all of his devotion into one Earth shattering kiss.

You melted into it seamlessly, your hand finding home in his scruffy hair as he pulled you flush against him, clutching you with a death grip.

Donning a cheeky smile under his mask, Wade turned away to give you both a moment, thought not without making a crude sex gesture behind his back.

'I don't think Miss (Y/N)/Girl Sitting At Home Reading This is gonna be able to walk tomorrow...'

With a gasp, the two of you separated, Logan's hand raising to cup your cheek, relishing how easily you leaned into him.

"(y/n)... I thought I lost you," he panted, his eyes scouring over your face, committing every detail to memory.

"For a while, you did," you sighed with a grin, carding a hand through the few gray strands in his hair, before comparing them to your own. "Time looks good on you."

He chuckled, quietly relieved you still found him attractive after all these years.

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled the man into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm not really sure what happened... or how I'm alive..." you weakly laughed, starting to get choked up. "But I know that if you go out drinking without me ever again, I'm putting your head on a spike."

Instantly, Logan's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you reverently as if he let go for one moment, the powers that be would part him from you.

"I swear on my life... I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

[mdsbabygirl]

Being in a poly relationship w these two..

An imagine+ Headcanons

Pairing: Otoya Eita x FEM! reader x Karasu Tabito

Genre: fluff+smut

Wc: 2k

Cw: threesome, use of pet names, vulgar language, jealousy, a lot of flirting, double penetration, oral, a bit of exhibitionism if you squint reaaaaly hard.. idk..

NOT PROOFREAD

Otoya is a master of flirtation, always surprising you with his unexpected and playful advances. Whenever you're at a party or in public, he'll casually do ninja moves with his hands, which would end in him holding your hand, or pulling you closer, or simply tickling your side. His flirting is so refined yet silly that it always leaves you giggling while a soft flush paints your cheeks.

In contrast, Karasu is more straightforward, often acting like a know-it-all. He has a habit of explaining complex topics to you, sometimes even mansplaining shit even when you don't wanna hear it. Despite his condescending nature, you can tell that Karasu deeply cares for you. He still insists that everyone is a moron and an idiot, but he makes sure to reassure you that he doesn't think you're clueless.

Together, the three of you make for a dynamic couple. The two men always make you feel both adored and secure in the relationship. When Karasu is at his exasperating best, Otoya is there to lighten the mood with his flirting, and vice versa.

You really feel privileged to be in the company of these two remarkable men, each bringing their unique strengths to the table.

Now that we've got that settled, let's see what kind of boyfriends they'd be like?

I think Otoya would be that kind of overly flirtatious bf, the kind to make you flustered at any moment, just to see how cute you look with your face all flushed. Also I reckon he'd like seeing you get jealous over him. He'd think it's such a turn on seeing your lovely face with a slight scowl on it, or a cute pout whenever you see him get a little too chatty with some girls.. I mean Otoya's got the charms ok, so it's inevitable he gets bitches. So whenever girls come around him just to "chat" he would talk to them, flashing his hot smirk and flatter them w compliments, like any womanizer would do.. HOWEVER, when he sees you get too mad he smugly looks at the bitches he was taking to and goes like "sorry ladies, I'm taken! My pretty gf is literally shooting daggers at me with her eyes, can't make the love of my life mad now can't I?!" And mind you, he says this with the hottest, most heart throbbing, pussy clenching, hot asf tone before looking at you and winking.

Eita loves you, he really does, you're the only woman he ever thinks about, the only person he has in his heart, and if you'd ever asked him to give you his heart he'd literally give it to you, but still he can't deny himself the satisfaction from seeing you get so mad.. it gives him such an ego boost.

As for Karasu, I don't think he'd be much on making you get jealous. I think he'd be kinda cold in the relationship, maybe not too much of a talkative unlike Eita. This doesn't mean he can't make you a flustering mess with just one gesture. I think he's the type to just randomly wrap an arm around you and pull you closer. This time, like Otoya, Karasu enjoys having you in his proximity, feeling your body's warmth on his makes him feel good, and happy to have you as his gf. (Maybe that's why he's always touching you whenever he's pounding you, but we'll get to that later lol) when you'd look up at him to ask him why he did that all of the sudden, he'd smirk, looking down at you telling you "you're mine sweetie, I can have you around as much as I want!" He'd say that with his charming voice, making you melt inside, blushing like an idiot schoolgirl. Of course he'd chuckle, pointing out how much of a flushing mess you are, which once again makes you even more flustered.

Now.. remember when I told you Otoya would get you jealous on purpose? Yeah, imagine he's doing that during a party, and of course you're pissed. Like you were supposed to enjoy your time together, but he decided it was a good time to bitch around(lol). So now you're like third.. no maybe fourth or even fifth wheeling, while some girls are flirting w your Otoya, so now you're sipping on your drink all alone.. Then, smug bitchy Karasu comes up to you from behind, and whispers something in your ear. He was shitting on Otoya's Rizz, which made you giggle. When he turned to see what you were chuckling at, Karasu was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, tilting your chin up, "he's such a moron! I don't know how he could let such a gorgeous girl like you go!" He affirmed, looking pettily at Eita before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "You're my only one!" He confessed to you, but mostly it was to piss off Otoya.

Oh yes, these two are highly competitive when it comes to you. Every situation is a good opportunity for them to show how much of a good bf they can be and how they can be better than the other. It has always been like this, ever since the first moment they laid eyes on you. The first time they saw you, you were so gorgeous (you still are btw ❤️), looking ever so confident, your pretty hair swayed gracefully as you walked, and your angelic face really did a number on them. They bantered endlessly, arguing who would be the most suitable bf for you, until they both said fuck It, and they confessed to you at the same time.. you were so fluttered, your cheeks tinting a pink color, as you told them you liked them both and wanted to date them at the same time. They were a bit surprised at first but then they were fine with it, it could be interesting.. and sexy.

Back to our little scenario, otoya seeing the scene before him, just left the girls and walked up to you, and with a smirk said "my my ... What's happening here?" As he too wrapped an arm around your frame. He looked intensely in Karasu's eyes, another one of their stupid male contest shit. You knew that you had to intervene otherwise this would've led to them bantering. "Ok, what if we just stop with this childishness?!" You asked, putting yourself between the two men, "what childishness princess? I don't see anything childish in showing my love for you" said Eita, who hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, still looking smugly at Karasu. "Ha, weren't you flirting w some other girls just a few seconds ago?!" Chuckled Tabito.

Oh fuck.. not only were you now sandwiched between your two overly egoistic and competitive bfs, but they were also in the middle of their stupid bickering. "That is none of your business, plus, my sweet y/n knows I didn't mean any of that!" He said in a more deeper voice, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, before plastering a wet kiss on your very hot skin. "She knows I only have eyes for her, right y/n?" He asked, his sultry voice succefully seducing you, making you feel tingles of excitement. Your breath started to become slightly heavier, as  you now felt Karasu's presence even closer than before, his face now low enough to face you, "well you're not the only one who has eyes for her dumbass" he spoke to his friend, his hand caressing your cheek as his body pressed flush on yours, his hardening bulge pressing on your lower abdomen... Oh shit, things are starting to heat up pretty quickly..

Otoya seeing this, pressed his hard-on on your butt too... Your face was now a deep shade of red, your mind too fogged by a forming lust to even find words. The men seeing your state, smirked, deciding it was best to continue this at home..

The night of passion begins with Otoya tenderly kissing your neck and shoulders, his fingers trailing down your body. Meanwhile, Karasu, is making out with you, his plush lips dancing in unison with yours as his tongues explores your mouth. His hands are on your breasts, massaging the soft mounds and teasing your hardened nipples.

Your arousal builds as the two men take turns worshiping your body. Their mouths and hands work in perfect unison, leaving you begging for them.

Now there's a few possibilities to what comes next, it's either they take turns eating you out, or it's just one of them who does that while the other gets a handjob..

When they're needy for your pussy, they'd take turns devouring your cute cunt. When Otoya's eating you out, his style can be best described as fluid, creative, and fun. He likes to tease, starting by licking around the outer lips of your vagina, tasting your sweet nectar. As he works his way in, his tongue undulates around your clit, occasionally sucking gently on it.

He varies his approach, sometimes using the flat of his tongue to tease the length of your slit or flicking it across your sensitive clit with a playful lightness. Eita's skilled at using his fingers, too, often rubbing your G-spot as he laps at your folds.

Karasu's oral sex style is a bit rougher, more determined. He wastes no time in getting to the heart of the matter. Once he positions himself between your legs, he applies pressure with his tongue, pressing firmly against your clit. The sensation is intense, and it always leaves you gasping for breath. Unlike otoya, Tabito is not one for teasing. He knows the spots to hit and focuses his efforts there. This direct approach, combined with his strong tongue, makes your body go soft like putty.

That's why, Otoya's behind you, holding you tightly as he kisses you intensely and whispers endless praises in your ear. These two men might be competitive sometimes, but just like in soccer those two make a great team, especially if it's for the purpose of pleasing you.

As for the second possiblity it depends, when one of them is devouring your puffy cunny, and the other is way too horny, I think they just take your hand and wrap it around their painfully hard cock, making you move your hand until you get what they want, so u start pumping their shaft, which elicits a moan from them ..

Now for penetration... It's inevitable the two of them would wanna fill your holes at the same time.. so each of them picks a hole to fuck for the night.. Easy🫠..

As they finally sink into you, you're enveloped by the warmth of their bodies and the euphoria of being desired by such exceptional men.

Otoya, known for his fluidity, starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, he fills you completely, drawing you in with each inward motion. And Karasu enters you with precision, his cock gliding inside, stretching you and filling you with his girth.

Your moans meld with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. The two men in perfect sync, their rhythms intertwining. The feeling of fullness is both overwhelming and exhilarating, making you cum so quickly, therefore making you clench so hard around them. The constant fluttering of your holes from the continuous stimulation drives the two men over the edge, spilling their seed deep inside your abused holes; or making them pull out and cumming on different part of your bodies, sometimes your face, your stomach, mouth.. it depends from their mood.

As the intensity of your lovemaking subsides, you find solace in the warmth of your two loving boyfriends. They tenderly cradle you, basking in the afterglow, and gently stroke your hair. The air is thick with the heady scent of sex and shared intimacy.

In this post-coital repose, you all revel in the vulnerability that comes with exposure. Y'all share whispers of love, appreciation, and tenderness. Eita, known for his charm and wit, might quip a joke, eliciting a soft giggle from you.

Karasu, ever the logical one, takes the opportunity to check in with you. He inquires about any needs or concerns, showing his thoughtful side.

In the end your trio, entwined, revels in the sweet calm that follows the storm of passion.

© mdsbabygirl do not copy or translate my work without my permission

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tiny bikini (office nerd matty x reader smut/fluff)

day 23 of summer75. matty really loves his girlfriend's tits. enjoy <3

the first thing matty hears when he wakes up is the sea, crashing softly outside the apartment. the first thing matty feels when he wakes up is warmth, balmy heat sending the odd bead of sweat rolling across his body, even though he's lying on top of the bedsheets. the first thing matty sees when he wakes up is you, hair splayed out across the pillow like a mermaid, soft body curled into his and pretty face beaming up at him.

the first thing matty does when he wakes up is smile. how could he not, alone on holiday with you and the sea and the sand and the sunshine?

“hi,” you whisper, blinking (adorably) sleepily and melting his heart. “i think we slept in.”

“we did?” matty cranes his neck to look at the alarm clock. half 12 in the afternoon. “fuck me, we really did,” he buries his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your coconut shampoo and smiling when you giggle. “reckon we needed it, though, after how mental things have been at work.”

“yeah, we've been busy,” you stretch, and matty does his best not to be obvious about the fact he's staring at your boobs. “speaking of - agenda for today?”

“hmm,” he trills his lips, mind racing through a rolodex of potential holiday activities. a gentle breeze brings the sea air into the bedroom with it, and suddenly the answer is clear. “we could go to the beach? only if you want to, that is, we can do something else if not, i actually don't mi-”

“baby,” you gently place your index finger on his lips to shut him up, and a sense of total peace washes over him. “that sounds lovely.”

he kisses your finger, a feeling of pure love bubbling inside him when you laugh and snuggle even further into him. there's complete tranquillity for a moment, nothing but the two of you entwined and the summer day, your lips pressed into his chest and his hand gently skimming the soft skin of your back, stopping when it reaches the base of your spine; after maybe three skims, though, the tranquillity is marred slightly by your voice. “for god's sake, matthew, just put your hand on my arse. i know you want to.”

matty feels his cheeks redden, a smidge of embarrassment at being clocked so quickly flushing through him too. but it dissipates as fast as it comes on when he sees the smile on your face, a smile he matches. “sorry, darling. s'pose it's the art critic in me,” he quips, obliging your request (with unabashed glee). “first thing they tell us is that we shouldn't touch masterpieces, after all.”

he grins - no, cheeses - while you hide your face in his neck with a groan. “oh, babe, that was awful,” you shuffle so you can rest your arms on his hard chest, looking up at him with sparkly eyes and the shy smile you only seem to give him. fuck, you are beautiful, so beautiful that it actually gives matty a little bit of a heartache; worth it, though, to get to look at you. “but i kinda loved it. and you. i love you. a lot.”

“i love you,” matty kisses your nose, heart healing completely at the way you scrunch it cutely in response. “my sweet girl.”

you hum contentedly, pressing your forehead against his. “time to get up?”

“yeah, let's do it.”

admittedly, it does take you both a minute to get out of bed - a series of kisses take priority first, the head-melting breath-taking type of kisses matty dreamed about having with you since quite literally clapping eyes on you at work - but you're up and getting ready within the hour, sipping lattes and eating grapes while you potter around the apartment. another forty-five minutes after that, matty finds himself stood at the end of the bed, waiting for you to leave the bathroom and preoccupying himself with putting extra cartons of sangria in the beach bag. “darling, you almost done?”

“yeah,” your voice gets closer. “not sure if this is the right bikini, though.”

“come on, sweetheart, you know you look good in any…” his voice trails off as he looks at you stepping out into the bedroom. “...thing.”

good is an understatement, actually. the understatement. of the fucking… ever. matty's seen you in swimsuits before, practically fucked the life out of you in your gold leia birthday moment, but this is next level - the shimmery, claret fabric looks gorgeous against your glowing skin, the high cut of the bottoms makes those fucking legs of yours look a million miles long, and the double-strand ties on your thick hips actually make his mouth water, make him want to sink his teeth into you and mark you up.

and that's before he even thinks about your tits.

when he does finally manage to tear his eyes from your lower body, matty momentarily forgets how to breathe. the two triangles of fabric on your chest are doing very little to cover you up, exposing an amount of soft underboob that would have absolutely sent him into cardiac arrest had he seen you like this six months ago. as familiar as he is with your tits, though, matty wonders - as best as he can through the lack of oxygen in his brain - if that's actually hindering his ability to function properly; the sight of the fading heart-shaped hickeys he left on your inner boob last week is sending him even more insane, a reminder that this fucking goddess in a swimsuit before him is actually his to know and hold and love.

the room spins for a nanosecond. when it rights itself, matty feels the mattress below his back, sees your pretty face contorted in worry - when his brain retunes itself a bit more, he can hear you frantically talk. “matty, baby, are you alright? did you faint? oh my god, we need to get you some food. hold on, let me-”

“angel, m'okay,” matty strokes your face, smiling when you visibly relax. “just got a bit lightheaded, is all.”

“why, though, sweetheart?” you shuffle a little, and matty has a momentary flash of mortifying realisation that he's fully got a boner and you're sat square on his lap. in a bikini. fucking hell. “you thirsty?”

technically, yes. “nah.”

your brow furrows. “then why did you swoon like that?

matty giggles at your word choice. “well… same reason anyone swoons, i reckon.”

“what… oh,” your eyes light up, so much that it makes the mortification of the situation worth it. “you got woozy because you… find me so attractive?”

“um,” christ. his cheeks are burning. “yeah.”

your smile widens, and you nod knowingly. “it was my tits, wasn't it?”

he's not quite sure whether to be even more mortified, or touched that you know him so well. regardless, he thinks, he can at least be honest. “it was your tits.”

“d'you wanna fuck them, then?”

for the second time in just over as many minutes, the instinct to breathe completely abandons matty's body - the nonchalance of your question knocks the fucking wind out of him. it also, he notes in some stupid horny autopilot part of his brain, makes his dick practically jump in his shorts, and after a moment or two he becomes vaguely aware of the fact he's nodding in agreement.

he might be too horny to function, but he's not stupid.

you lean forward to kiss him, tracing your tongue around his lips and smiling into him when he whimpers. “let me lie down, babe, yeah?” you murmur. “actually - be a good boy and undo my top for me, first, please.”

the praise shocks matty into movement, and he dutifully unties the halter neck and back string of the bikini top. when the fabric falls off your body, he's barely chucked it out of the way before he's mouthing at your chest, kissing, sucking, biting, licking up the sweetness that seems to radiate from your skin, spurred on by the soft moans tumbling from your lips; by the time he pulls back, guided by your hand in his curls, your chest is glistening wet, and - it has to be said - ripe for fucking.

“god, i love your mouth,” you beam, climbing off your boyfriend with a kiss and lying down. matty takes the hint and moves to get rid of his shorts, getting even more turned on (impossibly so) at the way you bite your lip at the sight of his dick. “fuck, babe, get up here.”

he obliges, cracked whine leaving his lips when you sit forward and lick up the length of him; when you take him into your mouth, the whine becomes a groan, the feeling of your lips and tongue and throat on him almost too much to bear. “shit.”

matty whines again when you laugh around him, the vibrations going right to his brain and chipping away at his sanity. luckily, he thinks at least, you pull off quickly, settling yourself back against the pillows again and pushing your tits together so seductively his knees quake. “well, matthew, what are you waiting for?”

there's no need to ask twice. compelled by something indescribable other than primal, matty takes a tit in each hand to guide himself, and slowly fucks the tight little space between them. “oh- oh my god.”

you beam. “feel good?”

“s'fucking amazing,” a bit more used to the feeling (what would teenage him think if he knew that?!), he speeds up his thrusts, gasping when he finds the perfect tempo to turn his brain to mush. “fuck, darling, thank you.”

“sweet boy,” you coo, hand coming to hold his on your tit; you whimper when he squeezes it, and the sound goes straight to his dick. yeah, he's not lasting long at all. “look so beautiful above me, fucking me like this.”

“you're beautiful.”

“gonna look even better when you cum on my face,” you smirk, tongue flicking out to catch the head of your boyfriend's cock when it nears your lips. the feeling has matty's hips jerking, has him moaning staccato; when you take the head into your mouth properly and suck on it like a lollipop, his thighs start to shake, and he moans so loudly that you hear birds in the trees outside take off en masse. of course, you love it. “you're gonna do that for me soon, aren't you, darling? paint me all pretty, finish your masterpiece?”

he doesn't even have time to warn you that he's going to cum before it happens - as soon as the words leave your lips, matty's finishing all over them, hips stuttering to an eventual stop as he cries your name and cums harder than he thinks he ever has before. you moan his name in reply as he does, sticking your tongue out to catch as much as possible and doing him in even more in the process.

fuck. what a holiday this is turning out to be. and it's only day one.

the thought, along with everything else that just happened, has matty bringing his hands to his face, lightly pushing his palms over his eyes to try and focus a little bit. which, in hindsight, is a really detrimental move - he opens his eyes to see you, smiling and beautiful and covered with his cum, and he can feel his cock twitch. thankfully, you don't seem to notice, too busy gazing up at him so adoringly he's actually feeling self-conscious. “did you enjoy fucking me like that, baby?”

“yeah,” matty breathes. “dreamed about seeing you like this, you know, darling.”

you laugh, and everything is right in the world. “what, my face all messy because of you?”

“exactly,” he smiles. “there's a partner dream to it, and all.”

“there is?” you shuffle onto your elbows, curious. “what happens in that?”

matty hums, moving to settle himself on his stomach on the bed, pretty head inches from your visibly-wet core. “i make you do the same to me.”

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Midnight Snakes

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Ponyboy wakes up in the middle of the night starving, and when he goes into the kitchen for a snack, he finds an unwelcome guest.

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Hi everyone! This is my first post on Tumblr. You can find more of my works on ao3, wattpad, and ff.net where I’ve posted a lot of other things (usernames are in the description). Unfortunately, if anyone here recognizes me from ao3, i’m currently on a 30 day suspension because of a requests page (which i literally took down in july) that wasn’t allowed to be up because it wasn’t an actual story. So i decided to start posting here as well! Everything i post will be put up on ao3 eventually, though <3

Also a little later on in the story there will be descriptions of a snake being killed so if you don't like reading that type of stuff (or just snakes in general) you probably shouldn't read this lol

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When Ponyboy woke up in the middle of the night in his pitch black bedroom, the first thing he processed was the ravaging hunger in his stomach. And it wasn't the type of hunger you'd feel when you're just simply hungry after a long, few hours of not eating. It was that sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen that makes it feel like something is about to explode if you don't get your hands on something edible in three seconds.

So Pony clambered out of bed, being careful not to wake Sodapop in the process, who was snoring away. He put his hands out in front of him, trying to avoid anything that he could bump into on the way to the door because his eyes hadn't adjusted yet and the room around him was still completely dark. He felt his way to the door and opened it slowly, slipping through the doorway because he knew if he opened it too much it would let out a loud creak and wake up the whole house. He shut it tightly when he got to the other side, satisfied when he didn't notice Soda's snores wavering.

Ponyboy then walked down the hallway, rather fast for someone who just climbed out of bed a minute ago. He cringed when he stepped on a creaky floorboard, squeezing his eyes shut and saying a quick silent prayer that it wasn't too loud. But Soda could sleep through a tornado if he was allowed, and it's not like Darry would crucify him if he caught Pony up looking for a snack. But they all know how grumpy he gets when somebody wakes him up when he doesn't need to be awake. It's almost funny really, and Soda and Pony love to tease him in the morning for it. But not so much in the moment.

He continued moving when he didn't hear anyone stir, sharply turning around the corner and into the kitchen, ready to feast on the first thing he could get his hands on.

Then, through the dim light of the kitchen, his eyes landed on the toaster. And suddenly, the thing Pony was really craving was toast. Something short to make and not necessarily loud either. Perfect!

Ponyboy walked over to the counter and pulled out two pieces of white bread from the little bag, placing them haphazardly on the countertop. He went to grab the toaster with two hands, to bring it out more from where it was pushed more towards the wall, when suddenly, his fingers grazed something that seemed to be coiled behind it. For a split second, he thought it was just the plug and was about to pull it out farther, until from the corner of his eye he saw the actual plug laying to the side of it through the darkness of the room, nearly falling off the edge of the counter.

This set off a million different alarms in his still sleepy mind, and he ripped his hands back immediately. Pony didn't feel anything move, but he swore he felt the scaley, thin tail of... something. He didn't even want to think about the possibilities of snakes right now. So instead, took two apprehensive steps to the side closer to the wall, and reached a little bit behind him to flick the light switch on.

He blinked rapidly to let his eyes adjust as light flooded the room, and caught sight of the toaster. It looked so innocent just sitting there on the counter, but he could've sworn there was something hiding behind it. After all, this wouldn't be the first time they've found scaly creatures in the house, especially around this time of year. But even then, it was usually just a common house gecko that sprints away at the speed of light if you even went near it. Ponyboy silently pleaded that it was just his imagination just playing tricks on him as he inched back towards the toaster, planning to snatch it away to reveal whatever's behind it.

When Pony stopped he was still relatively far from the counter, his arms elongated just enough to grasp the front sides of the toaster. He took a deep breath, and held onto it tighter, a little more at ease when he didn't see anything shoot out from behind it.

But that pinch of calm washed down the drain in an instant when he pulled away the toaster to reveal a dark brown colored snake, coiled in on itself. And huge, at that, despite the fact it was curled into a ball. Ponyboy just stood there and stared at it for a second as it lay unmoving, and he wondered, hoped even, if it could be dead. But all of the sudden, the toaster plug smacked the ground as it fell off the counter completely, causing the snake's head to shoot up from where it was buried in itself, and Pony flinched so hard he practically jumped.

'It's awfully ugly,' he thought as it stared at him for a second that felt like hours, its black, beady eyes, unblinking and unmoving. But obviously it woke up and chose violence because it quickly opened its mouth to bare its fangs and hiss, showing off the white of its mouth. Oh, God. A Cottonmouth.

Ponyboy dropped the toaster with a loud bang and let out a short, shrill yell when the snake's head snapped forward a few times, chomping it's jaw down as if it were imagining to be biting down on Pony's flesh.

In seconds, stumbling could be heard from one of the bedrooms, probably Darry's. His bedroom door slammed open and his heavy footsteps came running down the hallway. He practically skidded into the kitchen, hair tousled from sleep and muscles tense expecting to find an intruder. But instead, he found his baby brother shaking in his boots with the toaster at his feet, staring at something Darry couldn't see from where he was positioned.

"My God, Pony, what happened? It's three in the morning, what are you doing-" Darry began to lecture him, but cut himself short when he saw the limbless spawn of satan on the counter.

"Holy shit," Darry muttered under his breath, grabbing Pony's shoulder and taking him back a few steps.

"I was up looking for a snack and I found it behind the toaster... I'm sorry I woke you up," Ponyboy told him, voice shaking slightly and eyes blown wide, still fixed on the snake.

"Just.. okay, just stay put." Darry said, raking his hand through his hair. Pony nodded and started to chew on his fingernails, watching as Darry tried to inch past the snake to cupboards under the sink where the pots and pans were held. But the snake striked again, narrowly missing his forearm after it silently slithered to the edge of the countertop when he went to reach for the knob to open it.

This caused Darry to screech and fall back onto the ground, something that would've been funny if they weren't facing a deadly predator. The noise scared Pony out of his skin and caused him to scream too, possibly louder than the first time, as Darry scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over the stupid toaster that was still on the ground. He grabbed Pony by the shoulder and dragged both of them back a few feet, watching as the snake slithered around the countertop.

Just as soon as they were back a safer distance, the familiar sound of a bedroom door slammed open and footsteps ran down the hall.

"What's going on?" Soda exclaimed, darting into the kitchen pretty quickly for someone who probably woke up literally ten seconds ago.

"There's a damn snake that nearly bit my arm off," Darry said, pointing to the snake on the countertop, the other hand splayed out in front of Ponyboy to keep him away from it. Darry looked away for one second to meet Soda's face, when suddenly, Pony let out a gasp.

"Look!" He said, pointing at the snake, which was starting to make its way off the countertop, half of its body dangling off the side. Darry whipped his head back to see the snake staring right at them, a murderous look in its small, black eyes, and its pink tongue sticking out every few seconds.

Darry was about to give up, he figured he could just hole him and his brothers up in his room for the night and call some guy to find it and kill it in the morning, until Soda shouted "I got it!" from behind them.

He was just hardly able to get him and Pony out of the way before all of a sudden, a random, white dinner plate was flung through the air and hit the snake head on. Glass shattered everywhere and the snake flopped to the ground instantly. They stood around in silence for a second, watching to see if the snake would make another move, but luckily it never did.

"Well, you're welcome," Soda spoke, posing with his hands on his hips like he just saved a baby from a burning building.

"Jeez, Soda, don't you think that was a little violent?" Pony asked, crouching down where the remains of the glass plate and snake lay, Darry following in suit.

"What? It was a quick death. Plus, he was threatening us." Sodapop said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders.

"You still hungry?" Darry asked, flicking away a piece of snake carcass that was on the floor and smirked at Ponyboy, who grimaced and shook his head immediately.

No, he was definitely not hungry at all anymore.

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So American

Oh God, it's just not fair of him

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When your french boyfriend loves to tease you about how "american" you are, you just think you should write a song about it.

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Actor!Joseph Descamps x Singer!Reader

Warnings: none but flufffff

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Joseph Descamps wasn't fond of the fact that "the americans" drove on the right side of the road or that the wheel was on the left side of the car. But you grew up here, and he trusts you.

It helped him relax, knowing what you were wearing. His famous brown leather jacket with an "I ♡ Paris" shirt on the inside. You looked like a tourist in his country, but he guesses you look "trendy" here.

He places his hand on your thigh, and it's warm enough to make you shiver in relaxation.

To you, Joseph Descamps was the dream boyfriend. He's pretty, tall, smart, funny, fashionable, and even more. What you liked most was his accent and the way he speaks his mother tongue. He's almost too perfect, like a man you'd only find in poems.

Every time you cracked a joke, he'd laugh uncontrollably. He understood every one of them, clinging on the words like a ladder.

When he saw an american flag in the back of your car that you hadn't taken out since the fourth of july, he teased you about being so american. You could only roll your eyes, planning on kissing those teasing lips later.

Every time you kissed, it felt like so many emotions filled you up, but you absorbed it in every type of way. It felt so nice, it felt so good. He made you feel like this and only him.

Being honest to yourself, you'd marry the man. Sure, you're young, and sure you've only been together for a year, but you love him, and he loves you.

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You get a call from your producer and long-time best friend, asking if you were free over the week, having come up with an idea for a single.

"Well, I think I do. You know how I've been with Joseph these past few months since my break? Well, he's just so perfect. I mean his fluffy hair, his pretty eyes, his pretty pink lips, and his accent, God, his accent. He's so well read and so well dressed and he-"

"Hun, you're rambling again." Fuck. This is the 5th time.

"Sorry."

Plus, every time you lie on your bed, planning on taking a nap, it's so hard to do when he's literally right beside you, available for kissing and cuddling and loving. You're so in love with the boy you sacrificed your beauty sleep. Imagine that.

Okay, so this might be a bit much a bit too soon. But if love ever came up, he'd be the first in my mind. I haven't said I love you yet, and he hasn't either, but I know deep inside me I do. I really fucking do.

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"Joseph?" He tilts his head up from his paperback, raising his brows.

"Yes, mon ange?" He scoots a bit closer, bringing his arm around my shoulder.

I smile to myself, thinking of a game. "Think of a number."

He smiles back, this game all too familiar for him. "Okay." He pauses. "1, 2, 3..."

"6."

"I love you." I whisper, looking into his eyes from below.

He only stares, lips slowly turning up into a smile.

"I love you, too." He pauses again.

"Je t'aime, mon ange. Je ne peux pas respirer sans toi. Chaque fois que nous sommes séparés, tu es toujours dans mon esprit. Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime." He kisses my lips after every I love you, and my breath stumbles at his confession.

"I don't understand what you're saying!" I laugh, kissing him back on occasion.

"Good." Another kiss. "It's too much for now. Just know I love you." The next kiss lasted longer. It was gentle, it was hungry, it was love.

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When "So American" came out, it hit the charts. Everyone loved it, and everyone supported it.

That's when they started to get the idea you, famous pop singer Y/N L/N, was dating famous french actor, Joseph Descamps.

Well, we'll see how long we can keep it from them.

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2 in a row?!?!??! So crazy rn. Its literally 2 am here and im sweating balls over the summer heat. This is hella short sorry but i wanted this so bad.

[hibischush]

Hello! Have you got any kissing headcanons for Eiland, March, and any romanceable you'd like? Thank you! :3

Ohhhh yes yes I do! I did the "spin the wheel" for the rest of the romanceables because I literally couldn't choose they're all so lovable already. Adeline was the chosen one so I guess we have a sibling special today lmao 🌺

Also, some of these are a bit suggestive, so⚠️minors proceed with caution!⚠️

Eiland

at first I feel like Eiland would be very gentlemanly when kissing you

Like after one of your first few dates he definitely leaned down and kissed your hand

bro is literally courting you like its the regency era

I think that it would take him awhile to gather up to kiss you

But I wholly support the idea that you initiate your first kiss

Like this is an outta-nowhere-unplanned-spontaneous kiss

Because Eiland would be the type to plan out extravagant dates to be memorable

I think you would kiss him for the first time when he's busy explaining (in great depth) the history behind an artifact at the dig sites

His eyes were just so bright and his voice was so animated and passionate and his lips were just

irresistible

You cut him off with a quick chaste kiss and oh man

His expression was priceless

He was so shocked and his face immediately heated up

Eiland was speechless for longer than you expected and you asked if he was okay

"I...yes! Of course! I just..." he pauses, thumbing the bottom of your lip while leaning closer and whispering, "I want to properly kiss you this time, with my full attention."

Once kissing became as natural as breathing air, Eiland kisses you more confidently

He almost always uses one hand to cradle your face and another to pull you closer by the waist

His favorite place to kiss you is your lips, but he is not picky in the slightest

When things heat up, I think he would be a... lip biter

BLASPHEMY I KNOW. A NOBLE LORD SUCH AS EILAND?!

He'd also kiss and nibble on your neck as long as you're fine with it

March

March 100% kisses you before you both are official

Bc he's a silly impulsive little tsudere

and to be clear its obvious that March likes you at this point, and you reciprocate

You want him to bring it up though because he will deny that he likes you lmao

Like you both were hanging out near the fountain in town and the tension is so thick that you could slice through it with a sword

heavy eye contact, fleeting touches, sly comments, etc.

you are breaking this man down

"You are so cute, March," you giggle, shoving him aside playfully

He blushes and pushes you back, almost defensively

"S-shut up. You just don't take me seriously, idiot."

Alright. This guy--

You're tired of his bs

"God, March," you groan, "you want to kiss me so damn bad it makes you look stupid!"

He fumes, before grabbing you by your shoulders and hesitating for a second

before you can say anything, his lips crash against your own

it was short but passionate

"Not so stupid now, huh?"

Anywhoozies

March is a very passionate guy, especially for you

While I believe he is a rough kisser when feeling extra...loving (purely out of desperation btw)

I think his favorite place to kiss you is on your nose 🥺

Especially as goodnight kisses

Adeline

Prefacing this with Adeline is lovely kisser

She always kisses you with purpose and emotion

You're her favorite person, and you help her relax when she can physically love on you

Your first kiss with Adeline was after a nice candlelit dinner after you two had been dating for awhile

Also just another hc I'm going to throw in here:

I think Adeline really enjoys ball room dancing

She used to do it more when she was younger and didn't have to watch over Mistria

So afterwards she asks if you would like to dance (ofc you accept)

While dancing and enjoying such a tender moment with Adeline, you noticed that she faltered and slowed to a stop

You quietly ask her if she was alright, and she looks at you with such warmth it made your heart race

"May I kiss you?"

When you nod your head yes, she smiles, wrapping her arms around your neck, as her eyelids flutter close and she gives you a soft lingering kiss

Afterwards you both kiss often, often short but sweet

Like kisses on the cheek in passing since the both of you are often busy

Adeline loves to kiss you on your cheek!

And she loves to receive kisses on her forehead

When you both have the alone time to be intimate, Adeline kisses you like you're her first breath of air after resurfacing from water lemme tell ya

The pair of you don't get much alone time together so she makes the most of it!

In conclusion, I am in love with them all. I honestly don't know which romanceable I'll go for in my first playthrough, I guess we'll all have to wait until August 5th 🥲

Side note: what is the God in this game. Using "God" just sounds weird as an interjection

[mayuichi]

how do you think Tighnari would deal with a crush where he walks in on this conversation? Collei says to crush “Oh please don’t think too harshly of Tighnari. I know he sounds harsh. He actually is very nice”. And crush looks so puzzled, “what? He was being harsh with me? I think he’s sweet”?

First I'm really sorry I took forever to answer you! Sickness kicks in for the past two weeks and I literally have no strength at all! But today's the day I'm going to answer it the way I think it'd be!

I hope you'll be happy and satisfied with how I made it And thank you for the little scenario you made me have about it~

In the peaceful scenery of the forest, your best friend passionatelly talks of her studies. You know Collei for a long time now, and you're well aware that she isn't the type to have lots of days off... So when she asks if you want to hangout, how could you refuse?

You don't know as much of the Avidiya Forest as her, your knowledge on it is only about what you've heard through your friends, or when you'd get scolded by the Chief Officier himself.

Sitting in between the trees, her voice trails off, and she turns to look at you. “By the way...„ your head snaps up at her worried tone. “I know Tighnari can become somehow a tyrant when it comes to the forest but...„

You stare. Tighnari, a tyrant? It's true you aren't too close of him, but it isn't because you think badly of him. On the opposite! You find it endearing and amazing that some people are willing to take care of nature. You just don't need to see him everyday.

But when he comes by the city, he always makes a detour to come visit you. He enjoys your talks, and so do you. How could you not anyway? He brings you some sweet flowers when he stops by, and if he forgets, he apologises.

“A... tyrant?„ you question quietly, a silent chuckle escaping you. “I-.. I mean! The other day, I saw him scolding you pretty badly! I don't want you to think he enjoys doing so! He just cares both about the forest and the people!„ she corrects herself.

It's true. You came around last week and, unfortunately for you, you've done such a silly mistake! And that under the very eyes of the fennec boy. It didn't took many seconds before he helped you and took the occasion to scold your stupid behavior.

“And... That was supposed to be bad? I found it... Nice of him. I never saw him as harsh.„ you reassure her. She sighs in relief and leans closer to you. She's an idiot to think you'd see Tighnari poorly, isn't she? But you won't mention it. Instead, you let her rest her head against you and appreciate the moment.

But little do you know...

The little fennec fox man is on patrol, and overheard the conversation you just had. His cheeks flashed pink and his ears flattened on his head. Did he heard this right? Poor baby has always been anxious you'd think his duty as a Forest Watcher aren't separated from who he truly is!

He's fast to make a runaway from the crime scene, though. If you or Collei would see he eavedropped on you, he'd be dead on the spot! He reaches his tent rapidly, deciding he'd just fill some reports instead.

So when a few hours later, he hears yours and Collei's laughters ringing in his ears, he stands up to sneak to his door and watch you. Collei's about to depart and call it a day. And you'd do the same... If he would've not called for your attention.

“So... You like my scolding?„ he teases. How could he not? If he doesn't, he'll just stutter and be incapable to say a thing. But now, you're the one stuttering.

Rolling your eyes to try and ignore his words, you scoff. “As if! I just know you don't do it because you enjoy it.„ you deny, even if a part of you has to admit... You like his scolding. And he could see right through you. “Wait! How do you even know that?! Did you listened to us?!„

His eyes widen, forgetting about that fact. He clears his throat and gazes away. Now, your cheek took a pink tint, just like his. “... If you don't say I did, I won't mention to anyone you like my scolding.„

Hesitantly locking your eyes with his, a silence takes place until you take a few steps back. “I keep your secret, you keep mine... And that's a deal. Now I'll, erhh.. get going!„

You don't even let him answer you and flee. You've never felt so embarrassed before, but something in it made it so nice. You're eager for it to happen again.

Both of you have a crush on one another, and you know it. But he loves that cat and mouse play way too much, just like you, to be the one to confess first.

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

[max-nico]

"Well, what do you like, Shadow?" Sonic asks, staring up at the cloud covered night sky.

Shadow finds himself pausing, his eyebrow furrowing in contempt. "I liked Maria."

"Duh, I'd be concerned if you didn't, Shadow. I meant what do you like now?" Sonic huffs through an exasperated grin. "Like–If you could only bring three things with you on a deserted island, what would you pick… or do you like dancing or are you more of a cooking type-a guy? What would your perfect day be like? If you had to choose between a cottage or a penthouse, which one would you buy? Do you prefer warm temperatures or cold?"

"As the ultimate lifeform my body temperature is always perfectly regulated, I have no need to think about that."

"It's not about what you need Shadow–" Sonic sighs, flippantly gesturing his hands. "–It's about what you like, about what makes you happy."

"What makes me…happy?"

"Yup."

Shadow thinks for a moment, his head now turned toward Sonic, who's still not looking at him. Though in all fairness, Shadow himself is more looking toward Sonic's direction than at the hedgehog himself. He's lost in thought, focused on finding something he genuinely likes on this godforsaken planet.

Shadow opens his mouth to answer.

"And don't say something that Maria liked, I'm asking about you."

Shadow closes his mouth. Back at square one he supposes.

It's hard to think of something he genuinely enjoys. He's spent so long preserving life for Maria, growing plants for Maria, saving people for Maria, eating for Maria, living for Maria. What begins with him and what stops with her is a giant mess. It's a tangled ball of raw emotions that he can't even begin to decipher, let alone understand.

"C'mon dude, I know you have some good memories in there." Sonic finally turns to Shadow, his whole face lit up in some amalgamation of amused and disbelieving. "Better than having no memories at all, am I right?"

To that, Shadow's introspection halts. His face flattens at the joke as he doesn't find it funny, and he remembers the absolute dolt he's talking to. God, this whole conversation is stupid, isn't it? He has to wonder why he's talking about literally anything with the hedgehog next to him, he's a moron on top of all other morons.

Sonic has enough emotional competence to at least be apologetic as Shadow gets up to leave. A hand coming up to stop him before he can get very far, and a repentant look to accompany it as well. Shadow simply deadpans in response.

"Too sensitive? My bad." Sonic looks down at the grass. "I've been trying to get better with… that."

Shadow tries to pull away, his counterpart doesn't let him.

"I won't make another joke like that, promise. Come sit back down."

For a reason unknown to Shadow himself, he complies. He takes the same place he was sitting before, Sonic is a little closer now, but it doesn't really bother him. The grip on his arm doesn't either. At least not enough to make him do something about it.

"Now, you still haven't answered my question."

"Have you considered the possibility that your question is stupid?"

"Humor me. Just a little bit longer."

Shadow sighs, rolling his eyes and looking back up at the sky. It's easy to fall back into his reappraisal and forget about the blue hedgehog all together. It's easy to focus solely on Maria too, but it's hard to think of himself. Not being able to answer Sonic's question makes him feel dumb in a way he's never experienced before, shame is probably a better word for whatever he's feeling, but it's even harder to admit that then think about himself.

He repeats the question to himself a few times, as if that will magically give him an answer. Repetition makes him irritated, God he's so irritated right now. Stupid ass hedgehog asking him stupid ass questions.

"I'm tired of thinking about this. Let me leave."

"Aw c'mon, Shads." Sonic frowns. It's an odd look on his face. It makes Shadow uncomfortable. "Look, I'll try and help. You like Rouge and Omega don't you? I've seen you walk out of Tails' garage before–which was a little surreal for me by the way–but I assume you enjoy hanging out with him, right?"

This makes Shadow think. Sure, he's okay with Rouge, grateful to her at least. He's been staying with her for the past few weeks, and though she lives on takeout, talks enough to make him deaf–don't even get him started on her attitude, and hoards like she's never had anything of her own before, he's truly indebted to her. He would never say this out loud of course, she would hold it above him and never ever let it go. Rouge is annoying enough without him giving her leverage.

She's oddly kind though, in her own special way. She doesn't touch his stuff unless asked to, makes sure to order enough take out for him to eat too, she's even allowed him to put up the few portraits of Maria he has. Rouge constantly gives out mixed signals because of this unfortunately, so it's hard for Shadow to get a read on her.

All of this being said, he wouldn't call Rouge a friend, but he wouldn't call her a foe either. Rouge is also way past the acquaintance stage, but not nearly close enough to be called family. Their whole relationship is completely out of Shadow's depth.

Omega's is easier to classify. Not with one word, nothing that simple, but it makes sense in his head. Simply put, he and Omega bond over their mutual love for blowing shit up. If they talk, they're discussing bombs and war tactics. If they're hanging out, they're testing explosives. Sending messages? You guessed it, they're talking about how funny it would be to bomb GUN.

They're like… bomb buddies or something. He thinks that's how Tails referred to them. Omega would think it's stupid a name though, which is fine, because Shadow also thinks it's stupid a name. They work well like that.

They're still not friends though.

Now, as for Tails, that's another complicated case. They both enjoy engineering and talk shit about Sonic when he's not around. They both enjoy learning, and find space fascinating. They both enjoy mutual silence as well, making talking to him easy with no pressure to keep the conversation going.

He still doesn't think Tails qualifies as an answer though, because the whole reason he even began to give the kid the time of day was because of Maria. Young, hopeful, naive, bright blue eyes, golden hair. He was like a bucket of water while being surrounded by wildfire. He still is, because Tails reminds him so much of Maria that it hurts sometimes, but the nostalgia feels like a reprieve from all the newness so the pain is welcomed. The pain is greeted, given a tour, and then shown its bedroom in his mind.

So sure, he'll give Sonic this one, the fox is his friend, he genuinely likes the fox, the kid is easy to talk to and incredibly sweet, sue him. He neglects to say this out loud anyway, both because it's not a valid answer, and telling Sonic he found companionship in his kid brother makes him want to keel over. He'd never hear the end of it, and the hedgehog already talks enough to power the sun.

"I think I like when it rains." He says instead, just barely catching a distant flash of lightning behind Sonic's head.

"That's a good thing to like, Shadow." Sonic accepts Shadow's answer easily, shrugging his shoulders. "I like the rain too."

"You hate the rain."

Sonic smiles, letting go of his arm. "Yeah, I just didn't want you to feel bad."

Annnddd that's it. This is pre-sonadow technically, but I wrote it with platonic intentions lol. This is pre all Shadow relationships.

I am incapable of not giving Shadow and Tails a wholesome relationship sorry not sorry.

Anyway, this fic is titled I Think I Like When It Rains on AO3. I posted it there a while ago so I decided to put it on Tumblr bc why not.

Please feel free to hit up my DMs or askbox, though if you're requesting I prefer my askbox lol. I am a multishipper if ships are your jam, but I mostly post Sonic and Tails being brothers (NOT A SONTAILS SHIPPER PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT LOL)

[hiskillingjar]

i am so obsessed with ur writing 🩷 this is actually really tame but i feel weird requesting it lol. could i get ren (or anyone really) with a reader who has a small chest (boobs? breasts? tits??). havent felt insecure about them in so long until recently and im spiraling. u can go from there with whatever u want. thank u!!

thankl you!! i've been literally all about boobs lately so....yeah alright!

900+ words, fem mc, chest referred to as breasts and boobs. you know how it goes.

Your entire life had a subtext now, which you were beginning to learn during your imprisonment.

You were watching placidly as Ren put together a new anime figure, his little, pink tongue poking out as he carefully lined up each notch of shiny plastic and pushed them together, all contributing to the elaborate diorama that he had probably spent way too much money on.

You might have rolled your eyes at his childish indulgence, his total lack of awareness as he put together a model of a busty cat-girl trying to hold a towel to her heaving chest, had you not been having a slightly…well, self-conscious moment about your own body.

Because there was that subtext now.

The lingering thought of not being good enough for Ren, so much so that he had to fulfil what you couldn't give him with perverted toys and crudely drawn pornography.

"You don't…really like girls like that, do you?" You mumbled, idly chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Hm? Like what?" Ren asked, not looking up from the task at hand as he slid a miniature plastic towel rack into place on the thick base.

"Like," You sighed and rolled your eyes, almost annoyed at yourself for asking. "This character…do you really think she's that pretty?"

"Yeah, of course I do!" He said, looking up like you were saying the obvious. "She's one of my favourites for a reason, you know, she's a total cutie pie. Like, she's depicted as heavier in the manga, obviously, but I really like that the anime was mostly faithful to her body type and skin tone." He was rambling now, as his eyes went back down to his figure and he smiled even wider. "Cus, ya know, you don't tend to see anime with chubbier girls, let alone anime that merchandisers pick up on...."

"Mph," You looked to the side, embarrassed that you had been so self-conscious to begin with. "R-Right…of course."

"What, are you jealous?" Ren then asked, his golden eyes on yours again and a coy smile on his face

"I'm not jealous!" You said quickly, looking back towards him. "It's just…well, i-it's typical that you'd think like that." You huffed and crossed your arms. "You don't actually care about…well, representation or whatever. You just like girls like that."

"Girls like what?" He grinned again, his fox tail wagging as you stammered and over-explained.

"Like…" Your cheeks flushed. "Big boobs and stuff."

"Mm, that sounds like you're jealous. Jealous over a girl that doesn't even exist, hah!" He barked out a hyena-esque cackle and leaned over his desk, bringing his face closer to yours. "Well, what's wrong with liking curvy girls? Obviously, it's important that Kitten-Chan is heavier, for, like, body positivity stuff or whatever, but…I do just think she's really cute. What's wrong with that, huh?"

"Whatever…" You rolled your eyes again. "Forget I said anything."

"No, no, this is way too cute" Ren laughed, pacing to the other side of his desk, and pressing his chest to yours in a close (and non-consenting) hug. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at you more closely. "You're all flustered and stutter-y. It's pretty fun to tease you like this."

"What are you teasing me for?" You murmured, as his hands drifted down your hips, toying with the tie of your pyjama shorts.

"Because it's cute, and because I want to, duh," Ren replied with another little titter, keening in closer and rubbing his nose against your jaw, down your neck. "And you're such an easy target for it too. I mean, look at you." He leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck, giving you a quick little nip. "You're even defensive about your boob size~"

"I-!" You yelped at the bite, cheeks flushed and your hands trembling down at your sides. "I'm not…defensive about that..."

Ren then raised his head to look you in the eye, his expression nauseatingly smug and his ears raised high.

"Oh, you're not?" He asked, raising a brow. "Sure is looking like it to me, sweetie…"

He then reached upwards for your chin, lifting your head and holding your gaze as his own narrowed, his expression hot and hungry and dripping with that unspoken subtext between you.

"You have no reason to be self-conscious, you know…" He murmured, the hand on your hip reaching up to your chest, idly pawing at you. "I mean, I like curvy girls, sure, but I like you too." He chuckled again and lowered his lips back to your neck, kissing the spot he nipped as he slid his hand down the front of your tank-top and palmed your breast roughly. "You're the one here, after all."

"You say that like it's a good thing…" You sighed, your hands still trembling from the effort you were putting in not to reach forward and grab his hips like he had to you.

"I think it is…" He replied, running his thumb (his claw) over your swelled nipple, and relishing in the little gasp you let out at the contact, the way you jerked and trembled. "And I think you think so, too."

You bit your lip as he reached forward and pulled the front of your tank down, the barely-there heft of your breasts not enough to keep it rolled down completely.

"Don't be so insecure, sweetie," He crooned, both hands now squeezing and groping at your chest indulgently. "I like your small boobs a lot…they're just so cute."

"Mm," You bit your lip to hide a fuller moan, your face flushed and your eyelids fluttering with pleasure as his claws dragged over your nipples again.

"And so sensitive~"

[sunshine-scented]

So, I have a bunch of smut fics coming up (oh dear) and I don't wanna overwhelm my poor readers with too much sin :(. With that being said, here's some cute fluff about Azure Lion! (I wanted Nezha but I didn't think y'all would like ANOTHER Nezha fic hehe, my bad~)

❀ My Big Kitty~ ❀

: How dating the one and only Azure Lion would be like

: Azure Lion x gn!reader

: Fluff!!

Azure Lion

Big calm blue cat!

He's definitely the type of guy who just smiles affectionately whenever their partner is doing some dumb stuff, God forbid what's going on his mind

Always looking out for you, like asking if you ate today, how are you feeling? did something interesting happen?

Loves to listen to you ramble about literally anything, he'd be there attentively taking note on what's making you go on and on so he can bring it up again for you to talk more for him

Finds it really cute when you lay all your weight on him, he's there laying down reading a book and you just plop yourself onto his chest, making him chuckle and start petting your head with his free hand

You never fail to make him smile, if you're baking and some flour got onto your nose, or if your just playing some video games and you panic when you're about to lose

He just likes to stare at you, cause everything you do is so endearing to him ♡

Holds! your! hand! every! time!

He has to bend a lil just to peck your cheek making you laugh on how ticklish it feels, which leads him to putting more kisses all over your face just to hear you laugh more

Loves it when you mess around with his mane ♡ always leans in closer to your hands whenever you start running your fingers onto his head

A gentleman!! He does little things like making you always walk at the right side while he stays left, holding things for you, attentively listening to your rambles whenever you feel like talking his ears off, he doesn't mind doing all this things and I don't think he ever will

Treats you like absolute royalty

You know those love tropes? If Sun Wukong is the Energetic boyfriend and Macaque is the Cat like boyfriend. The Azure is the Worshipper boyfriend ♡

Hand kisses!!! Everytime he greats you he always reaches for your hand and placed a chaste kiss onto your knuckles with a smile

You're the best thing that ever happened to him, and it will stay that way for forever ♡

Okay, time to do all those smut requests. Lord, forgive me for what I'm going to do.

[stonedstargazer666]

More stoned head cannons

So I am stoned once again, and was talking to @ghostlygothicgay Hi BBY ily! And they just gave me "Thinking about date nights with the Sleep Token fellas." and my mind zoned out. So this is literally copied and pasted from the chat lol.

So all of them: Constantly touching your arm, holding your hand. Listening to you talk. and nerd out. Definitely brings you your favorite flowers and chocolates or whatever sweet you like. They Rizz you tf up if you wear a new outfit or style your hair differently for said date. Now here's where they differ Vessel: Little day dates. cafes, mall dates. But on the really special ones he loves to sit slightly off center from you if you're sitting across from him. He likes the way the light bounces off your eyes at certain angles, especially if you're wearing glitter or sum. Reaches over the table to brush hair outta your face, even if you don't have hair in your face. He just thinks that you feel so soft, and he likes it. If given the choice he would rather stay in, have you away from prying eyes. Who needs to go out when he has the greatest meal sitting next to him? II: Goes all out on the date. Table reserved at your favorite restaurant. New outfit laid out on your bed, some new accessories as well. He makes sure you feel so sexy and just like eye candy. He loves showing that your his, arm around your waist, hand resting against the small of your back. If youre sitting across from him, expect constant puppy eyes filled with adoration. If he's sitting next to you, II will pull your legs into his lap. One hand on your thigh squeezing lightly, other hand propping his head up as you talk, or just tracing lazy shapes into your calf. Slowly making plans for later after you two get home. He definitely needs to save room for dessert. III: Now III LOVES showing you off. Makes a spectacle of it really. Will rent a limo, with the works. He is always getting you new outfits and like to match with you in some way. Always. He even takes you on a tattoo date to get matching tattoos. that's way you always match no matter what. HE loves playing footsie under the table, sometimes nudging a foot between your legs just to apply a little pressure before moving away just before the waitress comes. III will drag the date night out, just to tease you. The dinner at the restaurant? oh love, that's only the appetizer. IV: Now IV rolls differently I think. He's more of a late night run to a book store type of guy. He'll still make it a slight deal, wanting you get get a lil dolled up. But nothing extravagant. He purrs when you wear a certain neck accessory. He loves it when it gives you confidence. He loves watching you browse through books, carefully choosing the ones you want. Of course he helps you carry them, making mental notes of books you stare longing at, what books are in a series, etc. It doesn't matter what you're doing, if he stares for too long. His usual calm, relaxed demeanor starts shifting to dominate and possessive. Especially if someone else looks at you the way he does. He immediately moves closer to you, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. Leading you to the register, promising to bring you back. Right now, he needs to get his little bookworm home and lay his claim.

[sunnyie-eve]

21 | Gotta Pick

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Fuck, Marry, Kill game

| MASTERLIST |

Today the guys were filming for a car video and originally Dani wanted to stay in bed and not be in it but the constant begging bugged the shit out of her so she gave in.

"I posted a thing that said car video topics ideas. What do you want us to do? So someone said have one all about Dani. So we have a ton of questions for Dani." Nick tells the car.

"I'm scared." Dani holds herself.

"Just a bunch of random Q&As." Chris tells her.

"Hopefully they won't be too rude or wild." Matt adds.

"First question, what's the stupidest thing you've ever done?" Nick reads off of his phone.

"Change how I dressed for a guy I liked."

"Did it work for you?" Chris asks her, "Or did you look like an idiot?"

"Little bit of both actually." She laughs thinking back.

"Your favorite triplet?" Nick reads them smiles at her so they all look at her.

"Obviously Nick. He is my spirit animal I wish to be at times. You can make me laugh at literally anything." She answers, "I love you two too but Nick takes the trophy." She pats the other two in the shoulders.

"Fuck, Marry, Kill; Sam, Jake, and Corey." Nick laughs reading off to her, "That's funny for you."

"That's actually so unfair." She tells him.

"Just..." Matt starts

"Ahhhh!" Dani yells.

"Colby is gonna love this." He tells her looking back in the mirror.

"That's like if it was you three." Dani groans, "No matter what I answer I'm screwed."

"Just say it." Matt laughs, "Super fast."

"Matt!"

"What?" He laughs more, "I'm trying to help you."

"You're trying to help me?" She gives him a look, "Fuck it. Jake, Sam then Corey." She gives an answer. "I hardly talk to Corey anymore sadly so that's why I killed him. I choose to marry Sam because he like a brother so I know he would treat me well. And just yeah for Jake." 

"Dani, I'm so sorry but the three of us is the next question." Nick looks up at her as her jaw drops.

"Noooooooo!" She whines throwing her head back.

"So you gotta kill one of us." Nick tells her, "Who will it be?"

"Can we label each one different so no one has to die?" She asks so Matt cheers, "And maybe change fuck back to kiss?"

"How about we make it Kiss Marry and Ignore for a week?" Matt suggests for her.

"Can we change kiss to hug?" She asks with a smile.

"Gotta have something to make it still a little difficult." He tells her.

"But why?"

"We can keep it OG?" He tells her.

"Might as well." Chris adds.

"No matter what way I go I can't pick a Nick for the first two options." Dani stats.

"Cause I'm gay."

"Exactly, so I can't kiss/fuck or marry you." She shouts, "I'm so not your type."

"So it's ignore me for a week/kill me." Nick stats.

"So that leaves two of us." Matt laughs.

"What if don't answer?" Dani sits up to lean closer.

"Have to,"

"Convince her why she should pick you to marry." Nick tells the two in the front.

"One, I'm slightly taller than Matt." Chris makes Dani laugh, "Two, I'm funnier. Better looking too." He adds his reasons.

"Why bring up height?" Matt laughs at him too so Dani says that why she laughed, "We're both taller than her anyways so it doesn't really matter to her."

"But I'm still taller than you so hush." Chris tells him.

"But I clean and drive compared to you." Matt points out.

"I drive my husband around." Dani laughs, "Excuse me, I have to go pick my husband up from work. Yeah, I'm his Uber." Dani jokes around making them laugh, "I'd also do all the cooking and cleaning too."

"I'll have my license by then." Chris looks back at her.

"Chris is not winning her over." Nick laughs.

"Honestly, like if I didn't live with you or know you well... I'd pick you for kiss/fu-, I can't even say it." Dani stops herself so they laugh at her, "I refuse to say it while it I look at you." She covers Chris's face with her hand so she can't see him.

"That's fair so you're marrying that thing." Chris nods his head towards Matt so turns with a smile to look back at Dani.

"Don't look at me like that." She laughs as he keeps smiling, "But yeah, I'd marry Matt out of you three. Unlike my reasons with Chris, I pick based on knowing Matt." She explains, "We relate with some things."

"I agree." He nods his head.

"Dani who is your favorite brother?"

"I don't have a favorite nor can I pick out of Colby or Gage." She explains to them.

"But if you had to choose? I'll even mute the audio." Nick tells her so she covers her mouth so no one can read her lips.

"Gage," She says so the guys try not to react so big.

"What to go into detail?" Chris asks so Dani slaps him.

"No, I will not, thank you."

Nick smiles at the next question knowing he shouldn't really bring it up but he wanted to just for fun, "Which Sturniolo is the best looking?" He looks over at her, "You've said to each of us we're good looking but who comes out on top?"

Both Chris and Matt look back at her making her look between them trying not to smile, but it was more like of put on the spot awkward smile. "Umm would it really matter? You're triplets."

"Dani you know we aren't 1000% identical and you have said that yourself." Matt laughs.

All three brothers were waiting for her to give them an answer and she was dreading because how fans would react and take it so out of context. Hell, Colby would lose his mind as well hearing the video.

"Fuck it, I hate you guys. I pick Matt since I'm a Matt girly. When I first saw you guys online, I became one. Now I'm ready to run away." She says then gets out of the car causing the three to crack up.

"Well, that's the end of the car video." Chris keeps laughing, "We have to go get Dani because she literally started walking off from the car." He adds as Nick shout for her to come back.

"BYE BYE!" She shouts still walking away from the car.

"Hopefully we can get her back in the car to go and hopefully she'll be in the next car video as well." Nick says before Matt stops the recording.

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 17 to my Skz poly fic.

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"Y/N!" You immediately shoot up at your name being yelled.

You look to the door and see Minho worried. "I called your name like 10 times already. Breakfast is ready." He says and you realize Felix or Hyunjin aren't near you.

"I'm sorry. I must've been really tired." You say feeling congested. He goes up to the bed and sits next to you. That's when you realize the pounding headache you currently had and how bad your body ached.

He sighs and brings a hand to your head. "How are you feeling?" He asks you feeling to see if you're warm.

"My body aches and my head is throbbing." You tell him and he sighs.

"Don't tell me you're sick sweetheart." He says and you can't help but feel butterflies at the nickname he had given you.

Your eyes feel heavy and want to close. You try your best not to though with Minho sitting there worried. "I think you need some more sleep. I'll bring you back some medicine." He says going to get up but you grab his arm.

You can't help but feel clingy and you'd blame it on your sickness once you had gotten over it. "Don't leave me please." You tell him and he sighs sitting back down on the bed.

"I'm not leaving you. I just wanted to get you some medicine so you don't feel like you're dying." He says and you can't help but sigh.

"I'd rather feel like I'm dying than lay in this bed by myself." You tell him and he sighs now.

"Okay give me a second then. Where's your phone so I can text Chan to bring some medicine for you?" He says as you continue holding his wrist and he doesn't move away from your touch.

You move your head to the drawer beside the bed and sitting on top is your phone. He grabs it and you unlock it for him. After he quickly types a text he sets the phone down where it was.

He looks at you and you wonder how tired and sick you looked. "Do I like terrible right now?" You ask and he shakes his head.

"You don't look terrible. You're just sick. No one looks good sick." He says and you smile at his words the best you can.

You grab his arm trying to pull him into the bed with you and he groans letting you do it. "You know you're going to get me sick and if you do who's going to take care of me?" Minho asks eyebrow raised.

You shrug and he smiles rolling his eyes. "If you really didn't want to you could've pulled away from me." You tell him and he laughs.

"I guess that's true. You know Jisung and Hyunjin are going to be jealous right?" Minho says and you're too focused on how warm he is.

"They can come cuddle too then." You say and he sighs.

"Do you know how cute you are?" He asks and you instead cuddle more into him. Suddenly there's a soft knock on the door.

You don't look up but Minho does. You hear footsteps get closer to the bed and that's when you lift your head. You see Chan holding medicine and water.

Chan sits the water on the drawer and Minho helps you sit up. "Not feeling good?" He says as he places the pills in your hand. You shake your head before putting the pills in your mouth and Chan hands you the water. You take a big gulp and hand it back to Chan.

"You don't have to treat me like you treat your boyfriends you know?" You tell them and Chan shakes his head.

"We care about you so of course we're going to take care of you. You don't have to be our girlfriend for us to take care of you." Chan says and you nod at his words.

"You'll need to call your boss and let her know you can't work today." Minho says and you can't help but sigh knowing that's going to give you another headache itself.

Chan and Minho look at you with concern and you can't help but feel bad. "Don't you guys have work or something?" You say and Minho rolls his eyes.

"You're worried about us working when you're literally dying?" He says eyebrow raised now and that earns a pinch from Chan who side eyes him.

"I'm not dying thank you very much but yes. You'll get in trouble won't you?" You say as Chan sits on the edge of the bed.

Minho shrugs. "Who cares?" He says simply and you sigh shaking your head.

"What he meant is we can call in. All we have to say is that one of the members got sick. That's okay right?" Chan asks you.

"I don't want you guys to get in trouble." You say and Minho smiles at you.

"How cute that you don't want us in trouble. We promise we won't get in trouble for it. Does that make you feel better?" Minho says and you nod.

"Good. You need to get some rest. If you get hungry let Minho know and he can text me." Chan says getting up and you nod.

Minho sighs. "Why must I do everything around here?" He says and Chan looks at him.

"You agreed to be in this relationship love." Chan says smiling.

Minho flicks him off. Chan sends him a heart along with an "I love you too." as he walks out the door.

"Fuck him and that sexy accent of his." Minho says to you getting you to laugh which sounds rough.

Minho sighs bringing you into his arms and under the blanket. "If you tell Hyunjin about this I'll set your house on fire." He says getting another rough laugh from you.

"No. Not my precious house. Where will I live then?" You say pouting and Minho laughs at your nasally voice.

"In a cardboard box on the side of the street." Minho says shrugging with a smile.

You shake your head. "Felix and Ji wouldn't let that happen. They're too nice for their own good." You tell him and he laughs.

"They're the type to see someone steal and immediately apologize and leave more money than it was like it was them who stole." Minho says and you agree with that.

"That's fair." You say with a broken laugh.

"Stop laughing before you lose your voice. I won't take care of you anymore if you do." He says and you can tell he doesn't mean it by the way he follows it with a laugh.

You snuggle into his chest and he doesn't say anything else. He lets you feel the warmth of his body and go back to sleep once again.

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[potterrstar]

Hi, I saw you take fanfiction requests, may I request a marauders wolfstar hurt + comfort when remus transforms? Sorry, i know it’s overdone no pressure!

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sirius black x remus lupin, wolfstar !!

summary: remus can't stand the full moon. neither before nor after it, but fortunately, sirius is always there for him, which makes him stand it a little better.

warnings: angst!, rage attacks, violence, fights, cuts, wounds, there’s confort too don’t worry!

a/n: omg i’m sorry i didn’t really get if it was literally the exact moment when he transforms but i did before and after the moon! hope you enjoy it, i’m kinda proud of this one, it’s my first request ever i’m so excited! let me know any mistakes! english isn’t my first language! stay safe 💘

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It was Monday, August 12, which meant exactly one week until August 19, August 19 when there was going to be a full moon, and Remus could feel it.

He wished it was just a figure of speech, 'I feel the moon approaching' like some kind of wizard energy, but no, he really felt it. He felt it running through his entire spine, he felt it when it gave him the worst shiver in each of his limbs, he could feel them retracting even before nightfall.

He always hoped that the next time wouldn't be as painful as the previous one, that maybe next time he wouldn't have to spend over a week in the infirmary with Madam Pomfrey resetting eight different types of medications for his pains, but it never was like that. It was always as painful as the last time, and it always would be.

Remus believed that Sirius was the only medicine that could heal him, that could hold back all the hatred in his heart, that maybe, just maybe, he was the only thing he needed to heal what the moon tore apart. But the more strongly he loved him, the more he managed to push him away.

Remus detested many things about himself; he could make a list of them, but what would definitely top it was how he always managed to push away what he loved. He felt that a beast like him didn't deserve a drop of mercy.

"Hey, Moony! Where are you going after Potions class? I was thinking of heading to the Black Lake for a while. I think the girls will be going too." Sirius approached Remus, who was at the table in the Gryffindor common room.

Remus looked up at the black-haired boy, and as he did, the light in the room echoed in every corner of his head, causing him to groan and pull back.

"Bloody hell! Are you alright?" Sirius moved closer to Remus, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me! Don't put your filthy hands on me," Remus shouted, abruptly knocking Sirius's hand off his shoulder.

Sirius frowned; he knew the full moon was near and wanted to handle things well. "It's alright, everything's fine, I won't touch you." Sirius raised his hands, showing them to Remus.

"Get away from me, will you?" Remus growled, feeling a wave of heat sweep through his body.

"Okay, I will." Sirius took a step back. "You should sit down, yeah? I can bring you some water or something to help with your headache." He was trying to help him.

"Stop treating me like I'm a bloody child you have to take care of!" Remus felt all his anger surge through his body. "Stop pitying me!" He was too blinded by pain and rage. "Stop looking at me like that! Like I'm a bloody burden," too blinded to realize that Sirius's look wasn't one of pity, but of love, love and concern.

Sirius frowned, not liking the tone of the brunette. "Don't talk to me like that, alright? All I'm trying to do is help you, and you know it."

"No, Sirius! I don't know a damn thing! And I'm sick of all your bloody crap! You have no idea how all this feels and you come here telling me 'It's alright, everything's fine' when it's not and you know it's not."

"Well, I don't know what you expect me to do! I get that it's not easy, yeah? I get that I'm never going to feel like you do, but I'm doing what I can, you know? And it's bloody unfair for you to treat me like this when all I'm trying to do is help you." By this point, Sirius was equally angry; he didn't think anything Remus said was fair.

"Screw this, screw this," Remus grabbed his things and tried to leave the common room, passing by Sirius.

Sirius grabbed Remus's hand, preventing him from leaving. "Hey, listen to me, we don't have to do things this way—" Sirius was interrupted by the abrupt way Remus shook off his hand.

"I told you to leave me alone!" Remus turned and stormed out of the common room, leaving Sirius alone in the middle of it.

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Remus woke up on one of the infirmary cots, as he did every month. He felt as if every part of him was screaming for help, and he feared that if he moved, something in him would break. He didn't want to find out what.

"It's 10 in the morning. Quite lazy to still be lying down, huh?" The curtain beside him moved, revealing the tall figure of his boyfriend, not as tall now that he sat at the foot of his bed.

Remus rolled his eyes as he tried to sit up. "Very funny."

"I know, I'm hilarious." Sirius said while preparing a cotton ball on a small table next to them.

"What are you doing?" Remus asked, watching him curiously.

Sirius didn't look at him, fully focused on what he was doing. "I'm going to clean up a few of your wounds. Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey explained it to me this morning."

Remus watched him intently, taking in every feature of his perfect and neat face. It was beautiful, unlike his own, which was full of scars that reminded him of all the nights when he couldn't recognize himself. "And why isn't she doing it?" Remus asked.

Sirius chuckled. "How rude, does it bother you that I'm doing it?”

"No, no—it's just curiosity." Remus felt a bit nervous, not in a bad way. They weren't the kind of nerves he usually felt when the full moon was near. They were nerves of... who knows, but he only felt them when Sirius was close.

"She said she was called to a very important meeting or something, so she wouldn't be able to be here when you woke up." Sirius took one of the small cotton balls and dabbed it on Remus's shoulder, where he had a small cut.

"Oh—" Remus groaned in pain. "Warn me, you son of a bitch."

Sirius laughed a little. "I forgot, sorry."

Remus analyzed the situation a bit: there he was, lying in the infirmary bed at 10 in the morning because the night before he had literally turned into a beast and inflicted severe wounds on himself, wounds that his boyfriend beside him was now treating. The boyfriend, by the way, whom he had told to go to hell a week ago for absolutely no reason.

Actually, it was for something, it was because he was an arrogant son of a bitch who didn't know how to love, who didn't know how to react to any sign that someone genuinely cared about him.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of guilt washing over him, the voices in his head telling him he didn't deserve any of what he had. He didn't deserve Sirius. How could he ever?

"Hey, Rem. Are you okay?" Sirius turned to look at him, concerned, noticing that something was wrong.

That was another small problem: Sirius knew him so well. He knew what every little expression on his face meant, he knew the exact tone of voice he used when something bothered him, he knew every scar on his body, not just the physical ones. Sirius really knew him.

"Listen—I’m sorry." Remus blurted out, as if an apology could erase the kind of person he was.

"About what?" Sirius gently took his face while dabbing cotton on one of his eyebrows.

Remus frowned, unsure if it was from the pain or because Sirius was asking what he was apologizing for.

"I—I treated you horribly last week. You didn't deserve any of that crap, it really wasn't my intention, it’s just the moon and everything else—I don’t know, and it’s not like I’m making excuses, I’m not! I just... don’t know, I’m sorry," Remus tried to explain how he felt.

"It's alright, I said things I didn't mean too," Sirius looked quite calm, and Remus wondered how the hell he did that. He didn’t waste much time and asked him.

"Why are you so calm? I was awful to you. Why do you even help me? Why do you do all this when the only thing you get in return is my shitty behavior?" Remus felt frustrated.

"That's not true. Where do you get that from?" For the first time since he started treating Remus’s wounds, Sirius looked him in the eye.

"It's the truth," Remus snapped.

"Bullshit." Sirius frowned. "Remus, you're always there for me, all the damn time. I bet you can't name a single moment when I needed you and you weren't there for me."

Remus stayed silent. The truth was, he couldn't remember ever letting Sirius down, at least Sirius had never said anything.

"Listen, I don’t know how strong the moon was this month, but don’t let it get too much into your head," Sirius rolled his eyes, laughing as he finished treating the cut on his eyebrow.

"I’ll try to control the pre-moon stuff a bit, okay?" Remus let Sirius know.

"Alright, you work on that, and I’ll handle the post-moon, okay?" Sirius left a warm kiss on the brunette's lips.

Maybe he wasn’t such a bad person after all, maybe he did deserve the love he received.

Remus had a list of things he hated about himself, many in fact, but he could bet he could make double the list of things he loved about Sirius Black.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

If you do HC can you do HC about dating canon Levi and also Eren if you write for Eren?

anon, i really, really tried to come up with some for eren, but unfortunately, i don't think i can write/produce eren content that would be satisfactory and i don't want to provide something half-baked!!!

i hate being someone that writes for only one character, but i don't feel like i can do other characters justice

i'll still provide some for levi because levi brainrot hours are 25/8

also my GOODNESS i'm sorry it took like a month for me to write this, my brain is clearly not where it needs to be. i also went from i cant think of any :((( to pumping out like 5 without thinking why does my brain have to be like this a;ldkfj

Dating Canon!Levi Headcanons

➼ levi's love language is acts of service. we all know this. although he's not against quality time or physical touch, if you're having a hard time, you bet you can expect him to do something out of the way for you. stressed about work? he'll happily bring you a warm cup of tea as you work. got injured after an expedition and want to go outside but can't? this man will literally carry you to the top of the wall if he knew it would make you happy ➼ levi wouldn't be too thrilled about you being on the scouts, but he's not going to make too big of a deal out of it. after you all, you were an adult and you could take care of yourself. that wouldn't stop him from worrying about you when on the battlefield, though, especially after the 57th expedition ➼ if something did happen and you got hurt or levi thought you had died while outside the wall, it would shake this man. he'd either be by your side constantly or not be around at all. he'd need time to sort through all the troubling emotions that popped up within him when he thought he'd lost you. ➼ he'd eventually process, though. and when levi comes back to you, you can expect some pretty protective behavior for a little while. he won't do anything too explicit or out-of-place, like taking you off missions, but he would use his status to see if maybe he can nudge erwin just a bit to see if you could at least be closer to him during the next expedition and vice versa ➼ when you're on breaks between expeditions, levi would like to take you on top of the walls during sunset to stroll across it. it was away from the hustle and bustle of the villages within the walls and provided the two of you with some much-needed private time. ➼ i know there's a trope of you and levi needing to sneak around because you can't be dating while both being on the scouts but i dont think that has to be true. i think you'll definitely have to re-evaluate whether you can function the same on a battlefield, but i don't think erwin or pyxis are the type to keep you separated from one another unless there was an explicit beneficial reason to. ➼ after the hole in shiganshina is sealed and ventures outside the walls were possible, he'd also take you to the beach since it was a sight neither of you had gotten to explore before. levi wasn't too big of a fan of it—wet sand = mud after all—but he liked the time that he spent with you and watching a smile appear on your face every time he brought you there was enough for him to bear with it ➼ if you went with him on the marley trip before the raid on liberio, he'd love it when you dragged him to the various dating locations, grabbing ice cream, exploring tea shops, coffee shops, etc. levi might not vocalize it, but you'd be able to tell by the way his furrowed eyebrows softened or the edges of his lips slightly twitched into a small smile, or how you'd just be waiting for him and he surprises you by showing up with two ice cream cones.

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