#I'd think they wouldn't get along well initially

[bluespiritshonour]

It just hit me now how alike Katara and Zuko are. And how biased I personally am.

Katara does something cruel/insensitive.

Me: God forbid women do anything.

Zuko does something cruel/insensitive.

Me:

[izzabela]

Can you write about Bihan meets the reader as one of earthrealm's champions and immediately falls in love with her and is trying to find a way to be near her and ask her out on a date?

Melted Popsicle - Bi Han x fem!champion!reader (headcanons)

in which sunshine melts Bi Han

a/n: something something something bi han courts

ship[s]: bi han x fem!champion!reader

warning(s): none

Bi Han doesn't really do "love at first sight", but when Bi Han falls, he'll fall hard

And when he meets you, one of Liu Kang's champions, during a training session with the Lin Kuei, oh elder gods does he fall

- Bi Han, just like his brothers, is a loyal man. from the mission, to his clan, Bi Han will stay with you for a very long time

- Bi Han will stand around you like a guard dog, a quiet and protective presence

- it's unsettling, but you don't let it deter you as you talk to him, and boy does he enjoy it

- he wouldn't say it though, he'd just listen and hum in agreeance. the sounds of your voice softens his hardened features

- he'll spar with you. a lot. that's how you, the other champions, and his brothers realize he's taken a liking to you

- he'll give you grace during sparring, more that usual. he'll point out your flaws and show you how to improve them ten-fold

- Bi Han starts eating with you too. he'll either sit with you, or he'll take the time to ask you (usually goes like, "Come eat")

- it gets serious when Bi Han is asking his brothers how approachable he looks. he'll (reluctantly) ask Tomas how he gets along with the initiates, and he'll ask Kuai Liang how women always flock to him whenever they're out and about off-duty

- Bi Han starts paying attention to the little things about you when he realizes the advice from his brothers doesn't help him (honestly, it scared you with how quick he changed his personality). he listens whole-heartedly to anything you say you like or don't like about different things

- and you know what they say, to be loved is to be seen. Bi Han starts getting stuff for you, always having an extra towel for breaks in between spars, water, he'll always grab two sparring weapons whenever it's time to practice or learn new things

- Bi Han also gives you, and only you, the ability to use his powers for personal uses. i HC that Bi Han used to use his ice powers to play with his brothers when he was younger (around maybe 13 y/o, he stopped). only for you will he create little figures of ice and snow, only you will he emit a chill aura to soothe your bruises

- at this point too, Bi Han, definitely spends the entire day with you. at least, he tries to. he does have to cycle between the other champions to watch them spar, but any waking minute not used by the others, he'll always be right next to you

- i'd like to think Bi Han, when alone, paces around in circles to figure out what to do for you next. very methodical that man is, and intentional too

- after a couple more weeks, he's starting to push the boundaries he has on himself to ask you out. he tries to drop hints, but the way he does it basically gives it away

- things like "what is your favorite place to eat?" or "do you have a place to yourself to relax?" even a "do you like to [insert fun activity]?" he's not very good at asking things discreetly

- if Bi Han is good at anything, though, it's sincerity. he gifts you lovely courting gifts: flowers, hand-made gifts from the tradespeople of Arctika, scents- all the romantic jazz

- i think what really gets you is the practical gifts Bi Han gives you. once again, "to be loved is to be seen" dwells in his soul so fiercely it scares you how well he gives you things. from a pouch that holds all things and remains weightless, to a athletic wear that has pockets for your phone- he sees you

- when Bi Han eventually asks you out to become his girlfriend, he has a whole speech prepared for you. it's really cute, honestly, mainly because they sound like vows for a wedding (totally not pregaming yours and his wedding)

- and he speaks eloquently, softly, voice barely above a whisper as you zone in on his words. how he describes your beauty, what you make him feel, how madly in love he's been since he laid eyes on you

- "a pestering thought," he says. "though, one i do not mind, and one i would keep in my mind until my memory fails."

Bi Han doesn't do "love at first sight", but when he does, he falls hard...

and it's a hundred miles an hour at that point on

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hey guys! i'm not dead!

1. school sem is going good so far, 2. i went to a concert last weekend for NIKI! 3. long nails are hard to type in...

okay see yall in the next fic!

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a reaction ot8 stray kids with a scary looking male reader with tattoos who's taller and stronger than them but is super nice to them.

I wasn't sure what to request, so I hope this is ok🙃

my first time writing on the internet...thank you so much for the request, darling <3 I really hope you like it. (also, i wasn't sure if the reader is a skz member, so I wrote him as one. hope that's okay.)

LOOKS LIKE HE COULD KILL YOU, IS A CINNAMON ROLL

warnings: slightly suggestive in Lee Know's part.

Bang Chan

He'd be a bit startled at first when being introduced to the new trainee. The guy was tall. The height was the first thing our tiny leader noticed. (M/n)'s tattoos were badass, yes, but that paired with his frame and sharp features was...intimidating. He looked like he could break you in half with those big hands of his. Once he got over the initial surprise, he grew attached. I mean, who wouldn't? (M/n) was an absolute sweetheart. He was quite soft and funny under those muscles. (M/n) was a gentle giant. He'd drag a tired, overworked Chan out of the studio at 3am and carry him like a princess. Once he was added to the group, (M/n) became the official body pillow. Especially to our koala Chan. Scenario

Bang Chan was talking to stay on Chan's Room one day, smiling and giggling at their pickup lines. His eyes landed on one comment which made him giggle a bit more than the others. "Are you mixed? Cuz you're half fine and half mine." He giggled like a little boy and dialed (M/n)'s number. "That's a good one!!" "I have to try it on (M/n)" "Hey hyung, what's up?" "Hey (M/n)....I just wanted to ask you, are you mixed?" "Huh?" "Cuz you're half fine ,half mine." "I'm all yours." (M/n) was one cheeky mf. And that one line was enough to make Chan and STAY go feral.

Lee Minho

He'd definitely be in awe. He'd love to randomly trace the tattoos with his finger and the first time he'd do it would be by poking a rose tattoo on (M/n)'s arm. Once he's comfortable, he'd be using this man like a lamppost to lean on. But at first, he'd be all wide-eyed and trying not to blush when (M/n) raises a brow at him. Would LOVE having (M/n)'s hand on his thigh. Definitely would make comments with a straight face. "You could split me in half like a pistachio." "Those thighs would look really good aroun-" (M/n) raises a brow and he stops. But it's all in good fun. Or is it? Scenario

(M/n) and him were doing that one babysitting show and the kid just looked so enamored by (M/n). He would have his cute wide eyes looking at him in awe and touching the tattoos. (M/n) would smile softly at the kid and put him on his shoulders.

"You'd be a good daddy." Of course, (M/n) knew what was coming. Minho would lean into his ear and whisper. "In more ways than one."

Seo Changbin

This man would look at (M/n) and think "goals." He'd always playfully squeeze (M/n)'s muscles. They'd get along quite easily, I'd say. Gym bros. And (M/n) would be always excited for Dwaekki Gym.

He'd sit there like an excited school kid watching their parent cook their favorite if (M/n)'s in the kitchen. He'd be used to the jokes that are made when they stand next to each other. They even have matching Snoopy and Woodstock t-shirts. I definitely don't need to mention that these two would DEVOUR girlgroup dances. (M/n) would also playfully fight with Wooyoung. "Changbin's mine."

Scenario

At a concert, they were all playing around and a fan holds up a sign with Changbin's picture from the Case 143 MV that says "Can I be your boyfriend?"

Changbin makes an X with his arms and points to (M/n) who had Minho's hand on his butt (nothing new). The fan screams "HE'S CHEATING ON YOUUUUU".

Hwang Hyunjin

Would be a bit blushy at first. He'd probably take some time to warm up to (M/n). But once he's comfortable with (M/n), he'd ask questions. "Did it hurt?" "What's that inspired by?" He'd recommend tattoo ideas as well. "How about a rose and thorns on your hip?"

Definitely would draw (M/n). No doubt about it. Would either draw a simple side profile or draw his beautiful hands. Always holding (M/n)'s hands and would definitely bite his thighs. They'd appear on Studio Choom's Mix & Match together and would be an iconic dance duo. Would watch Kdramas together and (M/n) would poke fun at some stupidities just to get on Hyunjin's nerves.

Scenario (M/n) grinning like an idiot while Hyunjin does body paint on his un-tattooed arm. He leans in and pecks Hyunjin's forehead. Of course, he'd let out a soft laugh seeing that beautiful eye smile of our dumpling. He then shows off the body paint on live.

Han Jisung

Fanboy. Fan. Boy. He loves (M/n)'s tattoos and loves how easily he can pick him up. Jokingly calls him 'bodyguard' and loves to hear him rap. Was a bit flustered by how attentive (M/n) was when he started rambling about something. (M/n) has a habit of babying him because he's a smol bean. Chair? What's that? He only knows (M/n)'s lap. And (M/n) would 100% shield him and glare at people who don't understand privacy at airports. He'd have an arm wrapped around Jisung at all times. Jisung would also fangirl over (M/n)'s photoshoots.

Scenario

(M/n) peacefully spinning around with Changbin at a concert while Han grabs him by the arm and goes, "Jeogiyo...hokshi yeoja chingu isseoyo?" And then (M/n) picks him up and spins him around while laughing that cute laugh of his.

Lee Felix

He was a teeny tiny bit intimidated by (M/n) but the moment (M/n) introduced himself and smiled, Felix knew that the guy was just another cute crackhead like the rest of them. He would love to play video games with (M/n) and (M/n) may or may not have let him win. Both of them would make midnight snacks and have conversations which are either really deep or really high. Also, (M/n) definitely compares hand sizes and coos at Yongbok's tiny hands. Also, (M/n) is a human heater. Definitely perfect for cuddles. Scenario

"Hyunggggggg I made brownieeeessssssss" (M/n) was scrolling and had his rbf on, but his striking gaze immediately softened and lit up once he saw Felix. Felix, who noticed, goes and pinches his cheeks. "Softie." "You know it."

Kim Seungmin

He was a little awkward at first, since he's not used to seeing someone so intimidating. But also because he takes a bit of time to warm up to someone. But one day, when he sees (M/n) reading one of his favorite books and being all giddy, he knew that the big strong man was really a fluff ball. (M/n) and Seungmin would do a lot of lives together and it becomes sort of a series (like Chan's Room) since they match each other's energy really well. (M/n) is also someone baby stays would consider "the normal one" like Seungmin. But boy are they wrong.. Scenario

(M/n) MCing and Seungmin teasing him. "What's your favorite Stray Kids song, MC-hyung?" "Do you like Stray Kids, MC-hyung?"

Yang Jeongin

Would be intimidated. Especially since he was such a smol babie and going through a lot of stress. But one day, (M/n) packs him lunch for school and Jeongin almost cried. He felt so guilty for being scared around (M/n) but (M/n) assured him that it's okay. (M/n) also helped him with school during trainee days. He'd have a fun way of teaching and he wanted Jeongin to at least pass. He helped Jeongin through a lot and would make sure he took care of himself. He's extra soft for our maknae. Would make comebacks at hate comments towards Jeongin. They have a very strong bond. Stay calls (M/n) Jeongin's dad. Scenario

(M/n) coming home after a long day at the studio and just cuddling Jeongin.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Not Him

Jay Halstead x Reader

You love your job in intelligence. It provides it's challenges along the way though and the biggest one proves to be that you and your partner can't get along.

Rivals to lovers 👀 I'd say I'm sorry for how feral this man makes me but I'm not.

You enjoyed working in intelligence. Voight was a bit of a hard ass but if you were one of his detectives he would go to bat for you if something happened. You handled some of the hardest cases to hit the CPD and was a pretty well respected unit.

You loved working out of the twenty first, Trudy ran a tight ship of her house and it always ran fairly smoothly. You were long time friends with Kim, Adam and Kevin and it hadn't taken long for a friendship to form between you and Hailey.

All in all it should seem besides the hazards of your job you should be happy in it. You probably would be if it wasn't for the fact that you and your partner couldn't get along for over five minutes if your lives weren't currently on the line.

Jay was a damn good cop. He went above and beyond at his job and you trusted him with your life when it came down to it but that didn't change the fact that when danger wasn't in the equation you two were constantly at each other's throats.

“For fucks sake Halstead!” For a second you considered just how pissed Voight would get if you aimed your coffee for the back of Jay's head as the two of you walked up the stairs. He'd purposely held the gate until you were almost to it then let it slam shut in your face.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, a smirk slipping onto his face “If your short ass throws that coffee at me I'm moving all of your gear onto the top shelf” 

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the coffee to emphasize the fact that you clearly weren't going to do that, annoyed that he'd yet again been able to anticipate what you were thinking.

He raised an eyebrow at you before heading towards his desk. You headed towards yours, smiling when Hailey told you good morning “Morning Hails. At least you know how to talk to a partner” you glared across the room at Jay who smirked “Aww did I hurt your feelings? Admit it and I'll apologize”

“You know what…” you started but was interrupted by Voight coming out of his office “Alright, listen up” 

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You moved around your desk to sit on the edge of it as he ran down the most recent case. There were guns coming in, highly modified, highly illegal guns. Someone had to go under to pose as a buyer so all of you could trace them back to the source and hit the high man on the totem pole instead of just the salesperson.

He pointed at Jay “Halstead you're up on this. You fit the mark” “Pretentious white guy?” You asked which earned you matching glares from Voight and Jay but a muffled laugh from Kim. 

Voight turned his eyes on you “I wouldn't get ahead of myself sweetheart. Your partner needs backup. You're going under as his wife”

“Yes sir” you replied, knowing you'd pushed too far from his tone. You cut your eyes at Jay who was already staring you down “C.I. is gonna set the initial meet for tomorrow night. You two get your story straight and get ready” Voight ordered before going into a preraid plan.

Great. You and Jay had to act like a married couple, undercover which meant trying to avoid a dangerous situation. How the hell were you gonna make it through without killing each other?

Kim was helping you to get ready and Hailey was wiring you up. Voight gave you three the use of the tech room while Jay was upstairs using the locker room.

“Try not to kill him?” Kim asked as she put the final touches on your hair. “I don't kill suspects for no reason Kim, damn” Hailey glanced up from where she was running the wire along your bra “She means Jay”

You cracked a laugh “Oh, no promises on that one” they both shook their heads. “You two are ridiculous” Kim laughed so you shrugged, trying to think of a reply other than “He started it”

“He's insufferable” you scoffed and they shared a look before laughing again. A knock at the door made all three of you look before Kevin's voice drifted through “Hey, yall ready?” 

“Come on in Kev. I'm dressed!” You hollered and he opened the door. He let his eyes flit over you then nodded “Damn, you clean up good” you put one hand on your hip and looked at Kim “Was that a compliment or insult? Felt like it could go either way” 

She laughed as Kevin started to backpedal “No…I just meant” “Easy Kevin. I'm messing with you” you laughed, grabbing your jacket off the desk.

You followed Kevin out into roll up with Hailey and Kim following the two of you. “Where's Jay?” You asked and his voice came from behind you “Right here”

You turned around and tried to not let your eyes wander. Jay was an asshole to you ninety percent of the time but damn if he wasn't the most gorgeous man you'd ever laid your eyes on. The fitted black suit he wore hugged his shoulders beautifully, the stark white shirt making his eyes seem an even brighter shade of blue. 

You swallowed hard and turned your eyes to Voight who had just walked down the stairs “What's the play boss?” 

You sat in the passenger seat of the Ashton Martin that was being used as Jay's car. It felt insane being in a car that would pay off your mortgage but that was your job.

Jay bumped your arm over the console “Act like it's your husband's car. You're too damn stiff” you glanced towards him, watching as he steered the car through the busy street confidently as if it didn't cost what it cost. 

You didn't want to admit the act of confidence was sexy in itself. “Maybe I'd be less stiff if I liked my husband?” You teased, turning your head to look at him. 

His jaw clenched tightly before he said “I want to choke the life out of you half the time and yet I can act like I am an adoring husband" you raised an eyebrow “That's kinda kinky of you to say Jay, not gonna lie” and was rewarded with a light blush gracing his cheeks. Luckily your coms weren't active until you got to the meet so no-one else heard that little comment.

He shook his head “You're a fucking pain in my ass” You grinned “right back at ya partner” then settled into the seat, smoothing your dress down your legs. You noticed his eyes flicker your way when you adjusted the long slit that was on the side and smirked to yourself.

The slit was the selling point. Made your legs easier to use over a dress this style without one. Now you were thinking it had a different selling point if it helped you torment Jay. 

Jay's fingers dug into your hips to the point you knew that you'd have bruises come morning. Thankfully you were single because damn that would be hard to explain.

“What's wrong baby?” He whispered into the shell of your right ear, low enough the suspect or com wouldn't pick it up.  “I hate being in your presence, I hope you know that.” you replied in the same tone and he grinned adjusting his thigh that was under you just enough a gasp of surprise left you  “You’re literally sitting half on my lap.” “Because there is nowhere else to sit!” you bit back before the suspect started talking about the actual sale that demanded both of yours full attention.

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By the time you were able to leave the meet you were fairly certain you very well may murder Jay.

The sale was set with the pretense that the big boss had to be there. He would call Jay and it would go from there.

You sat down in the passenger seat of the Ashton Martin and this time nearly melted into the seat. Jay pulled out onto the road and cut his eyes at you “You seem relaxed now” you glared at him “What the fuck was that about?”

He shrugged “Honestly? It was funny as hell to watch you squirm after I saw you checking me out back at the precinct” your mouth fell open “I was not” he chuckled “It's ok partner. You can look”

“You’re not that good looking, alright?” you damn near growled and he basically fucking preened “So you admit I’m good looking?” “What? N-no. Never.” You kicked yourself when you stammered. 

He pulled to a stop at a red light and turned his head to look at you. His eyes drifted from yours down to your neck then followed the low neckline of your dress “I'm looking so what's the shame in you looking?”

Before you could respond the light turned green and he pulled away. You clenched your thighs together, trying to soothe the ache his words and the weight of his stare had caused. So this was his newest torment? Oh you could play that game.

 

Ok, so maybe you didn't have to slip in front of Jay to grab a cup of coffee. It was the last cup and he had already had two. You overestimated the amount of room however and felt his hips bump into yours, his crotch effectively being pressed against your ass.

You looked over your shoulder up at him and the fire in his eyes made you bite your cheek to keep from making a noise. “Wanting me to bend you over that bad?” He asked low and you glared at him “Shut up before I-” he leaned down to the point his body was nearly folded over yours  “Before you what, huh? No, say it. Let me see if you can finish that sent-” 

With no other idea you grabbed one of the mini muffins Kim had bought in that morning and shoved it into his mouth, using the shock of the moment to untangle yourself from him. 

He shook his head, chewing the muffin as he laughed. You weren't sure where this little game was headed but you were damn sure playing with fire because you had just nearly folded like a $2 lawn chair in a hurricane.

 

You were sitting in the passenger seat of Jay's truck, trying to ignore his eyes on you. The two of you were sitting on a C.I. for Voight 

“When's the last time you dated anyone?” He asked breaking the silence and you laughed sharply “Dated or fucked, which we talking here?”

His smirk dropped “When's the last time you fucked someone?” Your tongue slipped out to wet your bottom lip, your clit throbbing when you saw his eyes track the movement. “A few months ago” you admitted honestly, despite knowing this was so far off conversation you should be having with him.

“Explains why you're so bitchy” he shrugged. You felt anger flicker to life in your stomach “Fuck you Jay. You're not exactly a ray of sunshine either there partner” 

He adjusted down in the seat, the movement pulling your eyes to his crotch and you mentally kicked yourself for doing such. “Maybe I need a good fuck too and it's a pain in the ass to constantly be stuck in close quarters with you when all I can think about is the fact that you wouldn't be able to bitch at me if your face was down in my bed”

“Jay!” You gasped and he smirked “What? C'mon you've never thought about fucking me? Not once” you turned your face to look out of the window and he laughed “I fuckin knew it. I bet you'd let me fuck you here in my truck if I asked”

Your head snapped towards him “Halstead, tow the line” he leaned over the console “You're thinking about it huh? My hands on your body, finally feeling my lips on your skin, the way my dick would feel buried in that pretty little pussy..” 

“Jay” you warned low and he called your name to get you to meet his eyes “Tell me you don't want me and I'll drop it. I swear”

When you didn't reply he slipped one hand over to rest on the thigh closest to him “Patrol car will be here any minute to relieve us. I can take you home and we can act like this conversation never happened or..”

“Or?” You asked, your legs unconsciously falling open a little further as if to invite his touch. He smirked when he clocked the movement “Or you come home with me”

 

What were you thinking? What the hell were you thinking? That was the only thing going through your mind as you followed Jay through the hall to his apartment.

You stood back while he unlocked the door then cut his eyes at you “Second thoughts princess?” You shook your head because no matter how bad of an idea this was you wanted it.

He smirked “Give me words baby. Before you ever step foot into my place I wanna hear you say it” you took a step closer to him, hands coming to rest on his belt before raising your eyes to meet his “I want you Jay”

“Fuck” he groaned and the next thing you knew he was crouching to scoop you up with both hands under your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stepped into his apartment, kicking the door closed before slamming you back against it.

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The look in his eyes made you roll your bottom lip between your teeth “You're so damn beautiful. Do you know how fucking much you annoy me?” He asked before slipping a knee between your thighs, bringing your body down to roll your hips along his thigh, putting just the right amount of pressure on your throbbing core.

When you moaned lightly he chuckled “Listen at that. You sound so fucking sweet” you glared at him “You're an asshole” he grinned “and yet you're in my arms” before he caught your lips with his. The kiss was hungry, hard and bruising. Everything you knew it would be but damn you needed more.

Your fingers dug into his biceps, trying to find something to ground yourself because it was not fair this insufferable man had you on the verge of an orgasm from kissing and his thigh. He grinned against your lips, dragging your body down his leg again and you moaned “Fuck Jay”

One of his hands slipped between your thighs, pressing hard on your clothed core. One swipe was all it took for your back to arch off the door “Damn darlin” he muttered and kept teasing at you, your breathing quickening with every swipe.

You could feel the orgasm building and when he dropped his head down to bite across your neck that was all it took to push you over that edge,making you shake lightly under him. 

He pulled back and grinned at you “You look so pretty shaking under me. I'm gonna have to see a lot more of that before I'm through with you”

He readjusted to get you back in his arms, you wrapped your legs around him, feeling the tremor in your thighs. He grinned, lips finding yours again as he walked towards his bedroom. He moved from your lips to your neck, kissing and biting the skin. Half of your brain said to tell him not to mark you but the other half knew if you did he would definitely mark you.

He dropped you unceremoniously onto his bed but before you had time to bitch he was back on you. His lips tasted better than any damn liquor and was twice as intoxicating. 

He rocked back on his heels, tugging your shoes off and tossing them behind him before reaching for your jeans. “Take your shirt off” he spoke low, eyes never leaving yours. 

Any other time you would've argued but you found yourself eagerly tugging your shirt over your head. He laughed lightly “Give her one orgasm and she suddenly listens”

The moment you were down to just your bra and panties he licked his lips “Fuck you are gorgeous” he slipped his shirt off along with kicking his shoes off then crawled up your body, kissing and teasing every inch of skin along the way. 

When he got to your lips the kiss he gave you was more tongue than anything and you moaned, nails gracing his shoulders in an effort to pull him closer. You'd seen him shirtless more than once but this time you could touch his skin, taste it.

When you pulled away from the kiss he eyed you for a moment before you tilted his head to let your lips find his neck. You'd always loved Jay's neck. Too many days you'd dreamt about tasting the skin there. You kissed across his pulse point, then bit down lightly and he moaned out your name, clothed hips rutting down into yours.

You kissed across his collarbone, biting and licking along the way. The soft sounds coming from him were heavenly. When you got to the other side of his neck he suddenly grabbed both of your hands and pinned them over your head in one of his. You met his eyes and he grinned before he started to kiss across your neck, his bites light enough to not leave marks but heavy enough to pull gasps from your lips. 

By the time he got down to your chest you were a frustrated mess. You squirmed against his grip on your arms as he used his free hand to reach under you to unsnap your bra, tossing it to the side. “Jay let me go” you demanded and he cut his eyes up at you before rolling one nipple between his teeth. A moan left you and you pulled at your hands again, trying to free them. 

“Jay fucking let go of my damn hands!” you all but yelled and he immediately loosened his grip. You grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back up to your lips. “Do that shit again and I swear I will fucking put my clothes back on and go to Mollys to find someone to finish what you started” 

His eyes darkened at your threat and he nipped at your bottom lip “Why are you always so damn mean?” you smiled up at him as sweetly as you could manage “Your brother thinks I’m a sweetheart” 

His eyes flew up to yours and just the look in them made you clench around nothing “Well by all means sweetheart if you think you’re with the wrong brother feel free to leave” one of his hands came up to wrap loosely around your throat before he leaned down to whisper in your ear “But Will can’t fuck you like I can. I can promise you that”

“Prove it” you whispered and he shook his head “Can’t wait to fuck the bitch right out of you” his hand slipped down under your panties and you moaned loudly when one thick finger slipped into you, followed by a second. “Hmm doesn’t sound like you want someone else” he muttered, curling his fingers so he could brush against that spot deep inside of you.

When he hit it your back arched off the bed and he chuckled “There it is” he continued to pump his fingers into you, adding his thumb down to rub tight circles onto your clit. Your hands gripped his comforter as gasps of his name fell from your lips, your orgasm slamming into you. He worked you through it, coaxing you with praises of “Damn you look pretty like this” “Feel so good squeezing my fingers”

When it became too much you shoved at his wrist and he pulled his hand away, sucking his fingers clean as he held your gaze. “Taste as pretty as you sound” he moved down the bed,laying between your spread legs.

The sight of Jay Halstead between your legs was enough to make you fall apart on its own. He winked at you before gripping your panties to pull them off your legs. He tossed them across the room. One finger teased at your slit “Look at that pretty little pussy” he brushed his finger across your clit and your head fell back against the pillows.

He lowered his mouth to you and the first lick had your eyes rolling back. He worked his tongue across your clit, his fingers pushing into you and finding that spongy spot that had your legs clamping around his head.  You could feel another orgasm building and when he barely grazed his teeth across the sensitive bud the building pressure burst. Your vision went soft around the edges and your legs were quivering around him.

He left a kiss on your inner thigh before pulling back to look up at you with a cocky smirk “How ya feeling partner?” you glared at him weakly “Fuck you Jay” he grinned “Is that an offer?” you shook your head “Take your jeans off and get up here”

He pushed them off his hips “Normally I wouldn’t take orders from you” when he kicked them and his boxers away you felt your mouth go dry. He looked like he was sculpted by the damn greek gods as a personal favor “Like what you see?” he asked and you shook your head “I’m liking it so far”

He pulled you down closer to him, kissing his way up your body until he got back to your lips. When he kissed you, you could taste yourself and that made a moan escape you. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. “Are you clean?” you asked and he chuckled, kissing along your neck “Just had a physical last month” 

“Then fuck me Halstead, damn” he bit down on the bend of your neck as the head of his cock pushed into you. “Fucking bossy” you couldn’t attempt to say anything back as he slowly pushed into you, the feeling of him stretching you around him was nearly overwhelming.

Once he was fully inside of you,his hips resting against yours he pushed your hair back out of your face and looked into your eyes for a moment “You still with me?” you smiled “I’m good”

He brushed his lips against yours and gave a tentative thrust of his hips. When you hooked your legs up around his waist he chuckled against your mouth “Impatient” he gripped one of your hips tightly and gave a sharp thrust of his hips, snapping them into yours. 

“Like that Jay, please” you gasped and he grinned “Dammit sweetheart” and buried his face in your neck as he found a hard pace, hips slamming into yours hard enough you could vaguely hear the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust.

Your nails dug into his back, his hips burying into you hitting that spot with every thrust. You could feel another orgasm building already. One of his hands slipped between your bodies to play with your clit, rubbing heavy circles. You screamed his name as you came, nails digging into his flesh. He gave a few more hard thrusts then buried himself inside of you, you could feel him coating your walls, pumping some back out with his thrusts. 

He slowed once he finished and all but collapsed on top of you,both of your chests heaving. “Fuck”you gasped and he laughed “Yeah, that was a lot more fun than arguing”

You were fairly certain Jay was asleep. After the two of you had cleaned up, he’d wrapped himself around you which you hadn’t expected. You’d expected to get tossed your clothes and get told to go home.

You started to shift to get out of the bed and felt his hand shoot out to wrap around your wrist “Where are you going?” you looked back at him, a smile slipping onto your face “I know this isn’t a stay the night thing Jay. I’m gonna get dressed and summon an uber”

He shook his head “Stay, please” you stared at him for a moment “You’ve always acted like you can’t stand being around me” he raised an eyebrow and motioned around the bed “That was determined to be a lie” you laughed “What just happened Jay?” he shrugged “The start of something if that's what you want because I can’t go to work tomorrow and act like everythings how it was”

“Say the words baby. I need to hear you say them” you teased and he rolled his eyes “I want you. I want you to be mine, just mine” you raised an eyebrow “Will you be just mine?” he nodded “Yeah” you took a breath and saw the hesitation start to worry him before you turned to curl up to his chest “Ok” “Ok” he agreed, leaving a kiss on the side of your head.

You were almost asleep before he said “You were fucking with me about Will though, weren’t you?” you shook your head “Go to sleep Jay”

[animeyanderelover]

hii I'd love to know how you think that yan jouno (bsd), L(death note), Gojo and Megumi(jujutsu kaisen) would react to a short darling, have a nice day:D

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, paranoia, specific body type of darling

Tags: @maggiequinn59 @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

Short darling

L Lawliet

🍰​L initially wouldn't give it too much thought as he has other things to worry about than your small height. It's probably once he has abducted you and lives with you that he really starts paying more attention to your short height, especially since you struggle with things that he can easily fulfill since he is taller than you. For the first time he starts considering your small figure amusing, all the more whilst watching you desperately attempting to reach something that is too high up for you. If you were to give him the cold shoulder after the abduction he asks Watari to put everything on higher shelves and places on purpose only to push you into begrudgingly asking L for help when you need something but can't reach it. It's especially fascinating since he has never considered himself as someone tall yet with someone as short as his darling he looks in comparison very big. Sometimes he just feels the urge to grabs your hand and compare the size of it with his own, black eyes observing the clear difference fascinated. Other times he just wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest when he wants to cuddle, almost managing to hide you in his hold.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️​Standing at 5'11, Jouno is a rather tall man yet his height has never been something that he has paid specfic attention to nor has it ever mattered to him how tall the people around him are. It doesn't even matter to him that his darling is shorter than the average person, at least not until he either notices that you feel insecure about it or until he notices that the fact that he towers over you intimidates you whenever you do something that displeases him. In that moment it starts mattering to him simply because it is another thing that he can use to frighten you and keep you in line, a fragile spot that he can target whenever he should feel in a sadistic mood, relishing in the way your heart starts beating as he stands before you. Unfortunately he isn't able to perceive with his eyes how you look in comparison to the people and objects around you, something that has only started bothering him as of recently and especially when people like Tetchou bring your small height up. Teruko probably gets along so well with you because both of you are on a small side in comparison to others but for the sake of not letting her be a bad influence for you Jouno ensures that she stays separated from you as often as possible.

Fushiguro Megumi

💙​Height isn't an aspect that Megumi has ever found himself paying much attention to, at least until he developed an obsession with you. He may stand at only 5'9 yet even he looks tall in comparison to your short build and whilst he may not say anything it is something the sorcerer starts giving more attention than he ever has before. He notices how you struggle in life a tad bit more due to your small body and subconsciously that only increases his protective tendencies. When you try to reach out for something that is placed on a higher ground he immediately walks over and gets it for you, whenever you are in a crows his blue eyes are glued to your figure even more than normally as he's worried that he may lose you in the crowd of people, especially since you're on the very short side and e's always staying only one step away from you as soon as there are other people around you two as if paranoid that they might assault you. At this rate he's just babying you but if you were to confront him about it Megumi would most likely deny it. He's helping you after all, he's seen how challenging some things are for you simply because you are so small and he just wants to make your life a bit easier.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​You could not have wind up with a man who could have annoyed you more for your tiny build. Worst of all is that Gojo is over 6'3 which only worsens the way he babies and gushes over your short height. If there's one thing that Gojo loves it is teasing you, sometimes simply looking around when you talk to him as if pretending that he can't find you until you threaten to kick him, a luxury he allows you to do as you're the only one he allows to touch him. When you're talking to him he bends down or simply squats down, blue eyes sparkling with mischief the moment he notices how you start getting mad. The moment he holds something away from you there is no way that you can reach it anymore though he always tells you that if you give him a kiss he might consider returning whatever he has stolen from you back to you. It is only his luxury to tease you for your height though as everyone else will receive an intense glare from him the moment they start making comments about it and god forbid someone uses their own height in an attempt to intimidate you. Loves holding your smaller hands in his big ones or lifting you up and twirling you around.

[w2soneshots]

Ibiza -W2S

words: 1.2k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you spend the day on a yacht while your boyfriend and his mates film hide & seek. You deal with his mean drunkenness. Then when you get back to the villa you take care of him.

notes: this is based off of this request!! I think drunk Harry’s hilarious😭. Don’t forget to reblog! Enjoy this extra lone one💓✨

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user31096420: another iconic sidemen holiday

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A few days ago we arrived in Ibiza. It was initially just going to be the boys because they were planning a few sidemen videos. But they decided that there hasn't been a proper holiday with everyone for years since, Ethan and Faith had Olive, Me and Harry got married, as well as Simon and Talia so we cleared our schedules and booked tickets.

We're here for a week and plan on doing as much relaxing as we can but the boys still need to film their videos. Today they're filming a hide and seek on a huge yacht. We're all staying in a massive villa that's really close to the sea line. "Morning." Harry yawned. My sleepy face curved into a content smile. "Good morning." I whispered before kissing his soft lips. Harry wrapped his arms around my torso. "Do we have to get up?" He dug his head into my neck. "Yes Haz. The boats booked for eleven." I replied. He groaned.

Eventually I got him up and we began getting ready. I pulled on a bikini that wouldn't give me offensive tan lines, since I'm planning on laying in the sun all day. Then popped on a cute cover up. Once I'd sorted my hair and covered myself in suncream I headed downstairs where everyone was sat eating breakfast. I said "good morning." then grabbed a plate of fresh fruit along with a smoothie.

After breakfast we all collected the last of our things then just as the taxis pulled up we left. Harry helped Ethan get Olives stuff into the boot while I carried the baby for Faith while she clipped in the car seat. It's only a ten minute drive so we were soon being dropped off at the dock. The day before yesterday we spent a few hours on a smaller boat but today (since they're filming a video) the yacht is massive. The crew also flew in yesterday to film this video so they met us here.

We were told not to grab our things from the taxis because the staff on board would get it for us. When we got onto the yacht we were immediately given drinks and a quick toor. The woman brought us up some stairs. "And these are the tanning loungers." Me and the girls looked at each other with a smile. "This is where I'm going to be spending the rest of the day." Talia joked, but she was being fully serious and I felt exactly the same.

The boys wondered off to film the intro for the video and all four of us girls lay down on a lounger, while Olive slept next to Faith in a little travel cot under one of the large umbrellas. I chatted quietly with Talia, Freya started reading her book and Faith soaked up the sun. We could hear the boys screaming, shouting and laughing as they filmed. Vik was the seeker and wasn't doing the best job which was obvious from what we could see from the top deck, but I'm sure that will make the video even funnier.

Once Harry, Ethan and Josh had been found we caught them peering up at us quite a few times. "You all look like creeps you know!" I shouted. The girls laughed from beside me and the boys faces turned a bright shade of red. "You just look too good in that bikini babe!" Harry shouted back sarcastically. I smirked with a shake of my head. Then returned to tanning.

After almost three hours the boys finally finished filming so we had some lunch. As the day went on we jumped into the sea, played mafia and just sat around enjoying each other's company. Everyone began actually drinking as it started to get later. Accept me, Faith, JJ and Tobi because I had had like one or two but really couldn't be arsed with a hangover, Faith needed to look after Olive and JJ and Tobi don't drink.

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I sat next to Harry as he swayed back and forth slightly. "You alright?" I asked. He was clearly very drunk. "What? Oh. Shut up I'm fine." He replied. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I looked around the group, all eyes on us. I burst into a fit of laughter. "Alright big man I think it's time you get to bed." I tried to help him stand. "No!" He shouted. I sighed tiredly. "Here. I'll help." Tobi got up from his seat. We decided to all call it a night so left the ship and got taxi's back to the villa.

"Here you go mate." JJ murmured as him and Tobi lay an almost asleep Harry on our bed. "Thanks boys." I smiled as they walked out with a quick "good night." I pulled Harry's clothes off, leaving him in just his boxers. Then I placed a glass of water on his nightstand, along with some paracetamol for his hangover. Thankfully Harry usually isn't physically sick when he has a hangover so there was no need for a bucket. After I took a quick shower I slipped into bed, next to him.

The next morning I got up decently early to make everyone breakfast. Faith was already downstairs since Olive had been awake for quite awhile and she didn't want to wake Ethan up since he was hungover and he woke up early yesterday for Olive. "Good morning you cutie." I greeted Olive in my high pitched baby voice, that seems to just appear whenever I'm around animals or babies. She giggled with the sweetest little smile.

"Morning." Faith also smiled as I sat down next to her on the couch. "So last night Harry seemed to be a little..." "mean." I finished her sentence. "Well yea." She breathed out a laugh. "He's a mean drunk. It really doesn't bother me to be honest. I find it hilarious." I chuckled. "I'm glad, I was a little concerned." "The first time we went out together it was a bit of a shock to the system but over the years I realised that it's just how he reacts to alcohol."

After a good chat with Faith I headed back upstairs to check on Harry. I slowly opened to door to see Harry front down on the bed with his face turned towards the door. I walked towards him and squatted in front of him. "Harry." I whispered as my hand gently stroked his face. He groaned. "Have some paracetamol love." I grabbed the pack from the nightstand. "My head hurts." He slowly opened one of his eyes. I smiled at him "I know. Sit up for me."

He pushed himself up and turned over so he was sitting against the headboard. He took the tablet along with almost the entire glass of water. "Was I mean?" He asked quietly. I laughed "Uhm... I've had much worse." He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Don't be. You were completely gone with the fairies." I said sarcastically. He chuckled but then winced, probably from the pounding headache. "Go back to sleep. I'll have breakfast downstairs when you're ready." I quickly pecked his forehead. "You're too good to me." He replied as he returned to his previous position.

[camille-plumb]

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Itoshi Sae x Female Reader

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Sae had never been a particularly religious person, but he thought that if God existed, the rain would stop and he could escape from the shelter.

If God heard him clearly, he wouldn't be in this situation.

He woke up the next morning to the monotonous drumming of the rain. The redhead sighed and looked down at the girl lying on his chest. The gaps in the shelter let in just enough daylight to see.

He stared at (Y/N)'s deceptively sweet face, her parted lips that continued to brush against his chest with every breath she took, her long, dark eyelashes, and that soft, golden skin.

The redhead looked away and pushed the girl off him.

The confusing situation would have been funny if Sae hadn't been in such a bad mood. This had been a terrible idea. What had he been thinking?

"You idiot," (Y/N) groaned sleepily.

Sae stood up and walked out half-naked. All he had left were torn shorts covering his lower body. He peed, brushed his teeth, and then washed in the warm rain, frowning at the gray sky.

"Had I ever thought I'd end up in a situation like this?"

It would be a story worthy of a Discovery Channel documentary, he thought with a smile as he recalled the events of the past five months. He still remembered the last flight he'd taken, the one that had changed his life. Perhaps if he had listened to his manager and hadn't been so obsessed with seeing his girlfriend, the story would have been different.

The memory of how the plane crashed and ended up in the ocean struck him like a traumatic memory. He was grateful for his good physical condition, which had allowed him to reach the island he was on. Thinking about all the people who died that day still made his stomach churn.

His achievements, his trophies, even his Ballon d'Or nomination were lost in time, just like him. His dreams and everything he had fought and worked for since he was a child were only alive in his memory and etched on his skin.

In his most optimistic thoughts, there was still the hope that someone would still be looking for him. He was a star, after all, a soccer prodigy. He was important to his team, to his manager, to his girlfriend, to his family. He sighed as he remembered all the people who cared about him. Surely his younger brother would be moving heaven and earth to find him. While it was true that their relationship wasn't as good as it had been when they were children, they had always been close, and time had solved the problems they had, even more so when they shared a team and began to get along relatively well again.

Feeling a little better, the redhead wanted to return to the shelter. He sighed as he watched the waves in the ocean. He had always loved the sea. Since he was a child, he had a taste for going to see it after every training session. Even though he was probably in the place where he was going to die, he was still fascinated by being able to see it every day.

Life on the island wasn't as difficult as he initially thought. The idea of ​​survival was always present in his plans from day one. Gathering supplies from everything on the island and setting up a shelter was essential. But as in every story, there always has to be something dramatic that "makes the situation better," and in this case, the drama was her.

He met (Y/N) the day after arriving on the island. He thought he was alone while searching through the suitcases floating on the shore when he heard sobbing. He ran, thinking someone needed help. But upon arriving, he was surprised when he tried to help a crying woman up, and she hit him. At first, he tried to be kind and understanding, but he let the blow to the cheek go when he found her sitting next to her ex-husband's corpse. He felt empathy for the situation and let her cry; well, at least he tried. The mourning seemed eternal and was already bordering on the dark and strange.

It took him three weeks to convince her to leave her late husband's body. Keeping a corpse so close was dangerous. The diseases the body could transmit were a danger given his condition. After much discussion, they managed to agree to bury him. Once their mission was accomplished, the difficult part came.

He still remembered him…

The first month, he had grown accustomed to his solitude. They barely spoke. She was like a ghost who only spent time with her husband's corpse. They rarely met to collaborate on foraging, or when he saw her talking to her late husband while she ran to stay in shape and avoid going crazy.

During the second and third months, hell began. It seemed the little ghost was finally accepting reality. Although she had accepted that her husband was no longer physically with her, she always brought him up in conversations. Comparisons between him and the deceased were her daily bread, to the point that he was fed up with the situation.

Comments like, "My husband could fish with a spear," "You can't even tie a star knot," "Go kick some coconuts or go give some passes to the sharks," had made their relationship unsustainable. They clearly hated each other, and neither of them tried to hide it. One day, her acidic comments about how her husband would have made a better job of the shelter he'd worked so hard to build had caused his ego to bubble, ending in a fight that ended with them wrestling on the sand, one on top of the other. She tried to hit him, and he avoided the blow, trying not to hurt her—well, at least he tried.

By the fourth month, he thought the sun had burned his brain. Although he considered that throughout his life his sexual appetite was normal, perhaps high when he was stressed about an important match, he never thought he'd go so far as to desire the island's little drama queen.

It was pathetic how he felt; not even in his teens had he felt this aroused. Perhaps it was the lack of sex in those months, or the fact that he saw her delicious, half-naked body moving in front of him every day, the sight of her plump lips as she insulted or cursed him, only made him think of impure things. There were days when, while she talked and complained to him, all he could think about was silencing her with his cock.

Despite his latent desire, he knew he couldn't touch her without her wanting him to. Every day was a worse torture, even more so since the rains began on the island. The clothes they were wearing wore out in the sun and the climate of the fifth month. Now they only had the clothes on, and the frigid nights forced them to seek warmth in other ways. Sleeping together, for the time being, was the only solution to survive and not die of hypothermia.

Sae finished recounting island life in his mind when he entered the shelter and saw a thin silhouette. (Y/N) was lying face down, sleeping peacefully on Sae's bedding. She was still half-naked. The redhead's jaw clenched, his newfound calm evaporating in an instant.

He tore his eyes away from that enormous ass jiggling in front of him and kicked (Y/N) in the shin.

"Get out of my bed."

(Y/N) just mumbled something sleepily and ignored him. Sae's eyes returned to that soft, plump ass. He was just a man on the verge of insanity.

Looking away again, Sae leaned in and growled in the girl's ear:

"Get out of my bed, or I'll take that as an invitation to fuck you."

(Y/N) stiffened before sitting up so quickly their heads nearly collided. She looked at Sae, sleepily, running a hand through her hair.

"Fuck off," she said, her cheeks flushed, unable to look at the redhead.

Huffing, the green-eyed boy sat down on the small makeshift bed. The closeness of their bodies allowed him to revel in her figure. He focused his gaze on her thighs and bubs. The thought of touching her soft skin was unbearable, as was the bulge in his pants.

Damn! Now that he could see her face up close, he noticed the small details that made her look beautiful: her long hair, slightly tousled on one side, her hideous red lips that were begging to be kissed or stretched by a hard cock, those big eyes and…

"Are you done fantasizing about me, idiot?" The anger in her voice reminded him that he wasn't a teenager fantasizing about a female body; he managed to control himself and keep his cock tucked into his pants. "I'm not fantasizing about you, you little drama queen. I'm not crazy enough to want you yet." The redhead squirmed, ignoring the furious eyes that glared at him, eager to kill him.

The rain stopped for a moment, allowing them to leave the shelter to find food and prepare for bed.

As night fell, they lay down on their pathetic "beds." Sae stared at the shelter's ceiling, listening to the tumbling rhythm of life. The sound was depressing. Lonely. It made him long for someone else's warmth. Someone else's touch, something. He wanted to shed him own skin and do something. Anything to feel better.

He knew (Y/N) wasn't asleep. There was tension in the air, so thick he could almost taste it.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

He rolled onto him side and pressed him slightly erect cock against the girl's back. (Y/N) let out a gasp that seemed both relieved and annoyed.

"Fuck off, you idiot. What's wrong with you?"

Sae wrapped an arm around the girl's waist, and they pressed against each other, his erection nestling between (Y/N)'s buttocks.

"Stop complicating it," he said, biting the back of (Y/N)'s neck. "It doesn't have to mean anything."

"But," he didn't let her finish as he began to move his erection between her buttocks.

"Shut up and enjoy. You know you want it as much as I do."

The long silence that surrounded the room was cut short by the girl's moans, as she began to involuntarily shake her body in search of more. The redhead took her response as a clear pass to reach the end.

Burying his face against the back of (Y/N)'s neck, Sae closed his eyes and sought his own release. It really didn't mean anything. They were just two lonely humans, starved for physical contact, seeking relief and comfort.

Nothing more.

He had intended to simply rub himself against (Y/N)'s ass while she masturbated, but now he felt greedy. He wanted more. His hands began to wander, caressing (TN)'s soft bubs and stomach, calmly massaging her big bubs, adapting them to his large hands and rubbing her nipples.

"Stop," (Y/N) murmured weakly, but didn't try to move away and continued to caress her own center, which was growing wetter and wetter.

Sae ignored her, his face buried in the back of her neck, while his hand rubbed and pinched those pretty nipples.

Fuck, he wished he could suck them.

He pinched her left nipple, and she moaned, shuddering against him. The redhead slid his hand down, over her trembling stomach, and then down, until his hand collided with hers in her wet little pussy.

(Y/N) tensed.

After a long beat, the girl's hand dropped. Sae took advantage of the available space and guided a finger toward her tiny entrance. (Y/N) let out a shaky breath.

"I'm married," she said in a long, drawn-out sigh that sounded like a moan.

Sae simply scoffed. (Y/N)'s pussy was so tight he could feel his finger being sucked hard. If he hadn't known she was married, he'd think she was a virgin. The best part was that she was already dripping, preparing for him, getting wet for him. The situation only made him more excited.

"I…am…married," she said again, but her words came out more like a moan.

"I'm not listening to no," the green-eyed man said, thrusting his finger all the way in forcefully.

"As if 'no' would stop you," she gasped, releasing more juices into her pussy.

"You won't know unless you try it," the redhead said dryly, still moving his fingers.

He knew (Y/N) would feel better about it if she could pretend she was being forced. He probably should have been upset about it, but he wasn't. If she'd fallen in love with (TN) or, God forbid, actually wanted a relationship with her, this would have been a bitch. But as things stood, (TN) continuing to be a self-sacrificing widow practically guaranteed that Sae wouldn't get attached.

This meant nothing. Just a basic need that meant nothing.

So he fondled (Y/N)'s pussy, deriving a kind of sick pleasure from every moan the girl who claimed to hate him gave him.

(Y/N) was clearly trying to keep quiet, trying to swallow her moans, but soon, she couldn't stop them from escaping her mouth. Her hips also began to move, rubbing helplessly against Sae's fingers until she was a quivering, moaning mess.

"No," (Y/N) cried out when the redhead withdrew his fingers from inside her.

"Spread your legs," he ordered in his deep voice, which only increased her desire for him. (Y/N) did as she was told, panting.

"Touch my cock," the redhead said, panting.

"I won't."she said, blushing.

Laughing, Sae took the girl's hand and wrapped it around his aching cock.

"Touch it." the redhead ordered, moving his cock near her pussy.

"I'm married, I won't." she replied, looking longingly at the huge cock in front of her.

"Touch it. Or I won't touch you again." the redhead murmured, briefly rubbing the pink head of his cock against the wet entrance of her pussy.

"I hate you," she said, but her hand finally moved, a little hesitantly at first. "This is disgusting."

"Shut up, or I'll shut you up with my dick."

That silenced (Y/N).

"But maybe you like it," Sae said, pressing their foreheads together. "Maybe that's what you really want: a fat cock in your mouth."

"Fuck off," she said breathlessly, gripping the redhead's cock tighter. "I have…"

"Husband? You have a cock in your hand, one that's clearly not your husband's. Does that make you feel like a little slut? What does it feel like to crave someone else's cock that isn't your husband, huh? Tell me, little slut, can you feel your little pussy twitching, begging to be filled with my cock?"

"No…ah~" The word turned into a long moan as (Y/N), aroused by the words, climaxed in Sae's hand, drenching it with her cum.

Sae looked at the mess she had made and was aroused by the sight of her wet pussy, open, eager, and ready for him.

"My turn," he said, stroking his own cock, mixing her juices with his swollen shaft, making it nice and slippery. The girl seemed barely conscious due to the cloud of pleasure she'd felt; the only command left in her mind was that she was to keep her legs open for him.

Fuck, something went straight to Sae's cock at that image. Having such a docile and satisfied little stubborn idiot in his arms was beyond arousing.

Unable to wait any longer, Sae rolled them over, pushing (Y/N) underneath him. (Y/N) made a desperate sound as Sae's fingers slid out of her, but the redhead was already pressing the head of his cock against the slick hole.

In the back of his mind, the last vestiges of his rationality tried to impress things like condoms, ideas that were instantly discarded. They were on an island, lost, they would probably die, and he wanted to fuck her, take her like he'd wanted. He felt like he would explode if he didn't stick his cock in that woman right now.

So he thrust in all at once, and they both moaned. (Y/N) was so tight it was almost painful, but God, it felt so good, like she'd finally reached the goal of the past few months. The relief was so immense that Sae almost came right then.

"Ah… Idiot… mmhg~" (Y/N) exhaled, her body tense from the hard thrust. "Couldn't you slow down? You're so big… ah~"

Sae closed his eyes again and started thrusting. He just needed to finish once. The sooner he came, the sooner he'd get this crazy woman out of his skin and mind.

He thrust and thrust and thrust, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s soft hips, holding her still as she enjoyed herself.

Fuck, she was such a slut for that, her hips rolling on his cock like she was born to do it.

-Stop, ah, no, ah, fuck!- she begged with her eyes closed in pleasure while digging her nails into his back with force.

Sae went absolutely crazy with a mixture of desire and rage. He pushed (Y/N) onto her hands and knees and slammed himself into her pussy hard. She moaned, lifting her hips higher, allowing his cock to enter deeper.

"Do you still want me to stop?" He growled into the girl's ear, fucking her hard and fast.

"Yes, ah…ah~, no, don't do it, don't stop, do it…harder."

Sae bit her shoulder and fucked her harder as she demanded. The makeshift bed was a complete mess, the noises their mouths made sounded inhuman now. Like animals in heat together, to satisfy their instincts, a primal need that couldn't be denied.

Sae had no idea how much time had passed. Only he was vaguely aware that (Y/N) reached her orgasm first, satisfied, screaming and moaning with pleasure. Her face was a complete aphrodisiac.

Without thinking about the place, the circumstances, or what might happen tomorrow, he released all his cum inside her, moving his hips slightly until he emptied himself completely. Staining her small pussy white, he felt his cum run down her legs. He could only let out a satisfied laugh and let go of her body, falling on top of (Y/N), burying his face in the wet nape of her neck.

An unnatural possessiveness flooded his mind as he watched her sleep. Her contented expression was plastered on her face. He had pleased her, made her his, his woman. The memory of her late husband would never haunt her again. If she ever mentioned him again, he would make sure to remind her who she belonged to. He would fuck her every day if necessary.

He had lost his sanity and given in to madness.

An involuntary groan escaped his lips as he felt his cock being squeezed again.

He took a deep breath. Mine. He thought calmly, watching her sleep; she was wonderful. He had never felt so satisfied in his life.

As he squeezed her buttocks and held her, he fell asleep, still buried deep inside her.

If every day was going to be like this, maybe the idea of ​​dying on the island wasn't so bad.

No…

He would only die for her.

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Hiiii~ Thanks for your reactions to these one shots~.✨✨

[krispycreamcake]

yeeees! Please go for the headcanon!!

From author: Was secretly wishing you'd send this 🙏🏼

If you killed someone in the Sakamaki household

Shu Sakamaki

🎻- Honestly just like every other brother, it heavily depends on who was killed

🎻- If it was Reiji, he'd be ecstatic, kind of

🎻- His relationship with Reiji is extremely strained and that's without him even knowing about him "killing" Edgar

🎻- He'd be impressed that you managed to kill someone like Reiji which initially makes him extremely wary of you

🎻- His immediate reaction to finding out would be disbelief but then escalate into one of satisfaction

🎻- He'd probably say something along the lines of "What would that woman think if she knew you died by the hands of a mere mortal, I wonder?" And cue insane laughter please

🎻- If it was someone less relevant to him, then I'd say he's the type of guy to not care until he actually sees the body dressed up and ready to be buried

🎻- Now I'm not saying he'll go into grieving or anything, but it'll actually hit him that his brother is in fact dead

🎻- Now for his reaction towards YOU

🎻- That's a completely different story

🎻- Like I said before, his reaction would differ and if you really did manage to kill Reiji, he'd be ever so grateful but he'd never say it. Ever.

🎻- He'd probably be curious though as to what drove you to killing him, or any of his brothers for that matter

🎻- He'd analyze the situation in his mind and pick out the flaws that led to their demise

🎻- Realistically he'd care but not for too long. Give him about less than a week to get accustomed and he'll be fine

🎻- He'd never underestimate you again though, he'll make sure of that

🎻- If it was Yui however, then that's a lot more complicated

🎻- If his relationship was well developed with her, you'd be dead, without a doubt

🎻- If he was still in his almostgivingafuckbutnotreally stage, he wouldn't care a lot

🎻- He'd be kinda irritated that you killed his prey though and then Karl would just send another troublesome woman to bother him

🎻- But like I said, if he really did start to warm up to Yui or was already warmed up, you'd be dead in an instant

Reiji Sakamaki

☕- Surprised and concerned

☕- This may honestly seem like a shock to some people but Reiji actually does care for his brothers and has stated that he enjoys living with them

☕- Going off of this information, we can assume he'd be at least a tiny bit distraught even if he doesn't convey it outwardly

☕- Like Shu, he'd want to know your motives and additionally, how you even managed to do such a thing

☕- He'd honestly miss their presence and picking up after them. He would probably cope in some weird ass way

☕- Maybe he'd start writing letters to them and keep them sealed away somewhere extremely safe

☕- Initially, his face would go 😨 and then you'd have to deal with him mourning

☕- He'd probably avoid you realistically until he has thoughts in an order

☕- This process can take either a day or a month depending

☕- God forbid it was Shu that was killed however

☕- Once again, cue insane laughter

☕- Seeing your lifelong rival die is something I'm sure is hard to process

☕- I'm not saying he wouldn't be relieved that his good for nothing brother died, especially since it meant he was now the oldest and had more opportunities opened up to him

☕- But as much as he does hate Shu, it's still his brother and at some point in their lives, they weren't rivals

☕- Now I'm not saying he'll be even slightly upset with his death but

☕- Actually let me backtrack a bit

☕- Imagine hating someone so much because all they do is show you up without having to do anything and in a second, they're gone

☕- Reiji would almost throw a tantrum

☕- Their relationship can be comparable to Joker and Batman in a sense

☕- Let me elaborate on that for a second

☕- Building your life around a certain person and making sure you come out on top no matter what

☕- Having the very reason that you're the person you are today, be ripped away from you is something that's always hard to process whether your relationship with them is negative or positive

☕- Reiji needs to feel the satisfaction of killing Shu so he can translate onto him the years of pent up rage and resentment and pain and hurt and jealousy

☕- Killing Shu would mean to Reiji that you took away the one thing he could've owned for himself without being overshadowed

☕- If you take away the very thing that makes Reiji, Reiji, then he'll lose the foundation for all his successes in life

☕- If you killed Yui however, obviously death

☕- I feel like I shouldn't have to say it each time, but expect to die in some twisted malevolent way

☕- Let's say he didn't have that bond with Yui, he'd still be pissed

☕- Probably lock you in the dungeon without food so you could "understand" the extent of your crimes

Ayato Sakamaki

🏆- Ok so I'm not sure how many people know this, but Ayato is the most sympathetic of his brothers, I'd go as far to say even empathetic

🏆- Now I'm not saying this makes him a morally good person and whatnot, or that he'll cry everyday and bring flowers to his brother's grave, no

🏆- We learn that Ayato is actually quite understanding and sympathetic when he states that he understands why Cordelia did certain things and even pitied her

🏆- With that in mind, it'd hurt him, a lot

🏆- We all know Ayato is one to wear his heart on his sleeve no matter wherever or whoever

🏆- He'll be outwardly upset but that doesn't mean he'll be seen mourning

🏆- To break it down, he's the type of person to stare at the empty seat in the dining room and can't help but realize that chair will always be empty

🏆- Or he'll realize that he'll live long enough to forget his brother's voice, sometimes stand in front their bedroom door, not saying anything and then walking off

🏆- He'll notice how the living room feels slightly bigger when there's family meetings and how he'll never get to shout at that person again

🏆- Due to him being conditioned to being number one, he'll have extremely mixed feelings

🏆- As a competitor, the game isn't fun without other opponents, even if it's a game you know you'll win because then you coming first means nothing

🏆- Dying or in this case, 'dropping out the race' would make Ayato stop running for once and look back at the other players

🏆- That's if it was someone he wasn't as close with

🏆- Now let's say you killed Laito for instance, he'd have quite a different reaction

🏆- He would actually mourn his brother but never let anyone see him

🏆- His relationship with Laito is complicated but not an enigma

🏆- He feels as if he owes Laito something from not being able to help him in his past

🏆- Knowing that he died meant that he failed as a brother

🏆- If you killed Laito out of self defence, he'd be upset that his brother was dead but not because you defended yourself

🏆- Like I said earlier, he's the most understanding and sympathetic

🏆- If he could go into the shoes of the woman who abused and made his life hell

🏆- He could understand why you did what you did

🏆- If however it wasn't out of self defence, like Reiji he'd need to take a while to compose himself

🏆- He'd wanna know why and how and then just sit on his bed not knowing what to feel

🏆- He'd be upset at you if that was the case and you'd probably have to work to regain his trust again(if you want it)

🏆- But like I said, still the most understanding, so he had a feeling you might pull something like this if you started getting pestered too often or showed signs that you weren't doing okay

🏆- And oh God if it was Yui, yeah you're not coming out alive and I know I've said this like 2 times already, but let me be clear

🏆- You will wish he killed you

🏆- Prey or not, taking something that belongs to Ayato is never ever a good idea

From author: Guys it's 2am, I'll upload the other brothers tomorrow I promise, just please don't kill my family. (Ps, I love you guys❤)

[corviiids]

hello! how do you find consistent friends in fandom? as in, how do you find people who stick with you through different fandoms and listen and read your work. also, how long have you been writing for and how long did it take you to get so good at writing and character analysis.... your work is such an inspiration to me, genuinely one of my top 3 authors across ao3. i hope the writing goes well!

hey! this is really sweet, thank you very much for your lovely kind words. 💖

re: friendship: i don't mean to be a downer about this so i hope it doesn't come across this way, but i do think the concept of friends where you follow each other through all your fandoms and continue to read each other's work etc kind of... either doesn't exist or is just a rare phenomenon and not a 'type' of friend per se more than it is something that just happens out of luck. i am lucky enough to have friendships which have persisted through all of us changing fandoms, but the reason those friendships last is actually because we found connections that went beyond common interests. i think sharing a fandom/interest is great as an initial point of connection and a way to meet, but for a relationship to last, you need to have a deeper bond than both being into the same thing--so contrary to what you've asked about (oops sorry) those friendships im speaking of only last because we didn't follow each other into different fandoms, really. we didn't have to. along the same vein, i'd respectfully argue that it wouldn't be productive or fair of me to group 'reading my work' in as an element of friendship, so to speak--i definitely don't expect my friends to read my fic and vice versa, we all understand that we can support each other in our creative pursuits and lives in general / in the abstract without needing to be a fan of the same things or even necessarily being fans of each other's work (although of course it's always nice). i know this doesn't really answer your specific question but i hope it doesn't come across as pessimistic as it might sound. i truly and genuinely believe it's a positive thing that the idealised friendgroup traipsing through fandoms together doesn't really exist (or if it does exist, it's luck and not something to shoot for in itself), because this just tells me to look out for these great opportunities to form bonds that last beyond superficial interests.

in terms of how to make those friendships to begin with, im honestly even less help. my friendships kind of just happened to me. im actually quite terrible at reaching out to people and i am notoriously difficult to reach myself hahaha so honestly all the credit for my friendships goes to my friends for being patient and sticking with me despite that. i am honestly just very lucky in that i've been able to talk out loud into the void and have had wonderful people reach out to me because of it, but that's hardly a reliable strategy... i guess i'd encourage you to be more like my friends, who are the anime protagonists wielding the power of friendship to my prickly antagonist, or whatever. oh another thing to remember i guess is that some friendships just don't last this way and will stay within fandoms and may peter out, and that's ok. i don't consider those relationships less real or valuable for being less lasting.

re: writing: i want to caveat that i don't think i'm fairly able to say (or comfortable saying) that i'm particularly good at writing or character analysis, certainly not to an extent that i'd be willing to hold myself up as an example of it, but i really appreciate that you feel that way about my work and am incredibly honoured to be considered an inspiration in any capacity!!

with that disclaimer made, i'll do my best to answer for whatever it's worth. i've liked writing ever since i was a very little kid, but i will credit any actual progress i've made in developing the skill to writing fanfic because i think that being able to focus on building character and logical flow in plot progression over other things like creating characters, worldbuilding, inventing plots wholesale, etc--which has allowed me to sort of expedite those skills in particular and which i think are helpful in writing more broadly. (this also answers the 'character analysis' part specifically--when you don't have to/get to invent a character, you have to spend more time taking them apart.) anyway, i started writing fic about twelve or thirteen years ago, and there have been periods within that where i've progressed faster or slower depending what's going on in my life haha. i do think time played a massive role in any skill developments i've made, but i also know people take less time or more time to make similar progress (caveat again: progression is subjective, this is very approximate), so i think the other key ingredient besides time is engagement. if it's helpful, i went into that a little bit more here, but as stated i have a lot more to learn and would never present myself as an expert lol

[generic-sonic-fan]

What is your opinion about the type of relationship team dark has? Siblings? Best friends? Roommates? A vague notion of family? Or maybe just coworkers…

Well I sure hope they aren't "just coworkers!"

Jokes aside, I really do feel like my works are my theses for the dynamic Team Dark has. It's one thing to say that they're "found family", but it's another to see what that means through their words and actions to each other. If they're roommates, what kind of roommates are they to each other? If they're best friends, what do they do together and what do they still keep from each other?

I suppose that there's always been one running theme throughout all of my depictions and strong opinions about Team Dark's dynamic, and that's this-

All three are equals who respect each other's autonomy.

In my opinion, this is the only way their relationship would ever last outside of Sonic Heroes. Convenient circumstances brought them together, but mutual respect is the only thing that would keep them together outside of that initial introduction. Why?

Rouge wouldn't tolerate being treated like less than the competent badass she is even if she's not "ultimate" like the other two.

Shadow wouldn't tolerate being looked down upon for any reason, but especially being reduced to being a weapon for someone else again.

Omega wouldn't tolerate being treated as anything less than a person with the ability to make decisions for himself.

If you take this away, you're left with their 2010s mandate status, where they're barely coworkers who occasionally work together out of convenience. But if you want them to be a team, this has to be the foundation. Nothing else would ever be stable enough to last.

Hell, I'd even be down for a depiction of Team Dark as coworkers who don't like each other if it was anything other than "Rouge and her two dogs that she strings along" or "Shadow and his no good very bad mandates forcing the other two to bail him out constantly for no reason". If someone wrote Team Dark as mutually disliking each other, where all three are trying to get one over on each other at all times, I think that'd be fascinating! But you have to treat all three equally as characters, with their own motivations and capacities for choice and power.

There's no way Rouge would bother with anyone who treats her as second-rate backup. There's no way Omega would ever let himself be treated just as a walking turret that needs to be told what to do. There's no way Shadow would let himself be manipulated by yet another person who thinks they can point him in a direction and be done with it, even if it might take him a minute to recognize that he's being manipulated again.

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Team Dark can have any sort of dynamic you like, but they have to be a team. Otherwise you may as well just write the three of them barely knowing each other and rolling their eyes when the other two get close. Which I personally don't think is very fun to write in the fanwork space, and is downright boring to suffer through in canon.

My own interpretation of Team Dark is three really close friends who live together. Even if they might fight and misunderstand each other sometimes, they've so far been able to work through it and come back together in the end. I like to write them as three people who are different on the surface but who discover they're ultimately very similar to each other in how they think and operate. They call each other out on their own bullshit. They have a unique honesty between them that they could never share with anyone else currently alive.

They know it won't last, one way or another. All they know is that they're going to enjoy the time they have together.

Thanks for this ask.

[kisessei]

Ok, so, after a little bit of mulling, I've found that I'd love to see your take on Akashi dealing with an unruly reader with a strong personality who others struggle to challenge in general? Not necessarily someone who's really mean, just someone who enjoys rough housing and playful banter a lot?

If that would work for you, you'd make my day if the reader could be a bit taller than Akashi and have a small crush on him!

Thanks so much for your time and replies- and cheers to a bright future for your blog! >:D

A/N: I present to you the disappointment of the week, but I hope it'd be worth the reading. Anyway, I might have gone overboard with the bullying, but that's one of my love languages and he is my favorite lol. Enjoy and thank you so much. Sorry for any mistakes.

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

You were used to things going your way. Always. If you wanted to do something, you did it. If any rules were inconvenient for you, you bent them, bypassed them, or simply ignored them. You knew what you did was right and acted how you wanted. Not many people had the guts to object to you; they preferred to stay peaceful, not wanting to get on your bad side, and the unfortunate ones who tried usually failed miserably. Well, you didn't have problems until your eyes landed on the student council president. Was this short, annoyingly polite, expressionless person the guy everyone was talking about?

The first encounter with Akashi Seijuro was a disaster the whole school recalls to this day. How were you supposed to know that the guy who was allegedly one of the smartest and most athletic people at school was also incredibly stuck-up and insecure? When he gave you a task to complete that was your responsibility as a student council member, along with strict deadlines and instructions, your initial reaction was to raise an eyebrow at his audacity. Did he think you were his assistant or something? With a raised eyebrow and the most condescending tone, your response was.

"Sorry, I can't quite hear you from here," you lowered yourself to be face-to-face with him, "Can you repeat that?"

You swore if a look could kill, he'd be in jail for homicide. The way his whole face dropped immediately; his sharp red eyes pierced through yours. For a moment, you experienced the excitement of being challenged. As you studied his features, your heart pounded as though it was on the verge of going into cardiac arrest. His demeanor remained mostly the same, even though his once polite smile now appeared forced, and his face lost its color. Most likely, he was trying to keep his composure so he wouldn't tear you to pieces.

To ease some tension, you attempted to explain yourself, "Come on, it was just a joke about your height."

Oh god. He let out a small sigh, then coughed, and before you could insult him again, the other council members, who cared enough to save your life, stepped in to stop the interaction.

That day, you went home and told your friend about the interesting encounter. Your friend quickly caught up the excitement in your voice, and in response to her comment to be careful not to fall in love, you laughed.

But was it pretty funny when you found yourself scrolling through his social media in an attempt to find pictures of him? Why did you do that? Because you solely wanted to understand what others saw in him that you failed to observe. As simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less. As expected, he didn't have many pictures, but there were some outdated pictures of him winning different competitions in several fields and you grew increasingly annoyed at how good he looked in those. After more research, you discovered he was an absolute menace on the basketball court. You found countless videos of him playing against people who were far taller than him and far taller than you. You figured it must have hurt his ego rather badly. Then you found another video that was taken not during the game, but before it started; you saw how he dropped someone to their knees. Effortlessly. The guy was much bigger than he was, and you began to wonder just how lucky you were not to share the same fate as the poor guy in the video.

It was also funny when you, for the first time in a while, tried to do something nice for him and complete the task he had given you. Because it was the only way to get him to look at you after the 'incident.' He had chosen to gracefully ignore you after you dared to insult his precious height. He was pretty surprised when you dropped the papers onto his desk.

"I am going to say this once and never repeat it. I'm not your assistant; I'm not going to worship you. I'm only doing this because I offended you, although if you ask me, it's not my fault some people don't grow."

He smirked and replied, "Sorry, I can't quite hear you from here, but this is your next task."

There was the thrill again, as you looked down at him. Turned out he was not as insecure as you imagined him to be, his sense of humor was as sarcastic as yours.

As more time has passed you’ve learned to be more and more creative with the teasing and jokes. Starting with how he should quit everything and become a hairdresser judging from the haircut that he had given himself. Ending with questioning his age every time he dared to mention one of his hobbies outside of basketball. At first, he was visibly irritated, but soon enough he adapted to your ‘difficult’ personality. He found his way of dealing with your jokes and teasing. He was a pretty serious person, so having someone who did not obey him immediately and did not try to please him, was an interesting change. You were out of his control and he had to put effort into analyzing your behavior in hopes of getting you to do what he wanted. Everyone was surprised you two hadn’t killed each other yet. But with changes from both sides, your cooperation was rather successful.

So successful that you found yourself thinking about him way more than you anticipated. You did start to see in him so much more that was never seen by others. You noticed his small dimple when he smiled, his long eyelashes, his nose bump, his small habits, his kindness and selflessness and instead of feeling hatred towards him, you found him endearing. But the newfound feelings never stopped you from dropping different yogurts on his desk that were advertised to be helpful for growth.

“Are you taunting me this much because you do not have any other method to express your interest in me? Is this an attempt to conceal your emotions?”

He asked you one day, to which he got a very disrespectful, absolutely not refined “fuck you” in response. But he managed to catch the slight pink in your cheeks. He was right. Moreover, he absolutely predicted the defensive reaction from you, however, what he could never predict was what words you would use each time.

[hollow-lime-green]

I have been meaning to ask you this for a while. It's about FIYM, of course, because the series lives rent free in my head. How did falling in love go for Satoru? We know what his initial impression was, but I'm really curious about what did him in. Was it fast? Was he aware it was happening? I really want to know, but if you'd rather keep it a mystery until later chapters, don't mind me.

Ah I'd love to answer this question! <3 I don't think it's a spoiler.

The answer to all of these things is sort of yes and sort of no. In FIYM, Satoru fell in love with Suguru almost immediately, but took a while to realize that that's what was happening. Suguru is his first in a lot of ways, so he has literally nothing to compare the experience to. Suguru is:

One of two people he perceives as on a comparable power level (Yuki being the other)

The first person to meet him without knowing the clans, and therefore sidestep the status difference

His first real gay awakening, as he wouldn't have really interacted as equals with other boys his age except Naoya (who is super homophobic - we'll get to that)

In their first year, Satoru is dealing with a confusing mix of budding feelings: mutual respect, romantic love, and concern about Suguru's powers. Because he's never felt these things before, especially together, he doesn't realize what they are, only that he has never felt so much for anyone else, ever.

Satoru knows (thinks) that what he feels is unusual and wrong. That colors a lot of their early interactions because Satoru doesn't want to be 'caught' with these feelings that he doesn't even fully understand. Now, this is a mix of internalized homophobia but also Gojo clan asceticism (which is an hc, not in text, but I think it's a good way to contrast them with Zen'ins and it fits Satoru's more direct ties to Buddhism and enlightenment).

Satoru feels so much for Suguru that he decides that Suguru can't possibly feel the same, because if he did, then how is he hiding it so well when Satoru is struggling so hard to hide his own feelings? (Answer: They're both very stupid.)

His first big inflection points would be:

Suguru's proof of powers (centipede curse flashback Ch 13 2sorcs) - woah wait this guy is really strong

Suguru telling him to fuck off when they first met (this is actually our very first scene - Ch1 Domains) - woah this guy isn't part of clan society and isn't afraid of me

The extended homoeroticism of physical training and wound care inherent to battle shonens (more specifically the first time he got to patch Suguru up - Ch 6 Domains) - woah this guy is hot oh no why do i like touching male bodies oh fuck oh f-

So it was extremely fast, and Satoru was extremely aware that something was happening. But the process of him recognizing the feeling, coming to terms with it, and allowing himself to have it has been glacially slow. I'm sure his decision to flee to Canada will really help things move along. :)

[sillydeimos]

I love your take on jeb. He would be the pettiest, most cryptic tsundere on the block. Especially in his love life.

But i do kind wonder how jeb would end up in a relationship with hank at all. Hank seems like he wouldn't try deciphering jeb at all. If jeb wasn't the one person capable of reliably killing hank, well, jeb would be long dead.

Headcanons for how jeb and hank start their relationship?

i've been waiting for someone to ask me this for 10 years

and to be fair my stance of jeb being a petty little bitch isn't unsubstantial, he does do many petty bitchy things in canon. he had an entire note prepared announcing that he was quitting and just slapped it onto a wall before angrily leaving. that's the bitchiest little move anyone could ever pull.

anyways. let's get into the two emotionally unresponsive freaks. apologies if this gets long that's why it's under the readmore. better skip this post cuz this one SUCKS! disclaimer i'm an idiot

so... while it might not look like it at first, hank does enjoy fighting with jeb, or at the very least, fucking with him. i think he likes the reactions he gets out of him. i see a lot of people just say hank like hates him and despises him and i think that is true and obviously canon, but in the words of krinkels: 'i don't think he has hate in his head for anyone' (paraphrased)

*does a little wave that pisses you off*

i think it's more that he gets very annoyed with how jeb is and doesn't trust him.

ANYWAYS, MY HEADCANONS:

-it's definitely not a traditional way of starting a relationship, i'd say there'd be no confessions but jeb is kind of addicted to never shutting the fuck up. he's uber confrontational, so if he starts feeling a certain way, he'll probably tell hank when he deems it necessary.

as for hank's side, he definitely thinks jeb is very annoying and needs to shut up for once, but there's also something about him he can't really place. he thinks he's a good fighter for one, and he respects that, which means a lot if hank actually respects someone. he rarely gives anyone credit...but the man is good with the sword what can he say.

and like. as much as they could theoretically get along, hank is very aware of christoff's motivations and patterns, he doesn't want to aid christoff in whatever stupid plans he has, nor does he want to be a follower, so i think he would make that very clear to christoff like hey. i'm not a pawn for you. which ofc jeb is like 'i don't treat anyone like a pawn, how could you even give such a assumptive, baseless accusation' and hanks like *gestures to sheriff and hofnarr*

basically it's a very slowburn kind of romance, the worst kind especially with these fucking two. don't get me wrong i don't think they're the traditional kind of romance at all they're definitely not holding hands while skipping down the road together but also like.

could either of them ever be in a traditional kind of relationship? like i think it's just like...a relationship that would work for them, and only them. don't let anyone else know what you two got going on here

hank's not gonna cater to his bullshit and christoff is just gonna have to learn how to deal with that because he can't just get rid of his feelings no matter how hard he tries. and hank, annoyingly, can't figure out which part of the brain he has to stab to get rid of his feelings. he's trying to use brain diagrams from doc's lab but they're confusing to read :/

they both don't give a fuck about romance, and they're not really even into the idea of them but they both look at each other with a mutual feeling of 'i feel a strong intense attraction to you so much to the point where i want to kill you, go into the other place, and then permanently kill your s3lf so that you're dead forever and i was the one to do it. let's make out.'

TLDR: their relationship just kind of happens overtime, probably with christoff initiating it and hank is just kind of like oh we're doing this now. okay.

........OR MAYBE I'M WRONG WHO KNOWS! haha. um. heyyyy. thanks for reading.

[daflangstlairde-art]

Same guy who did the Blue Ink Error one earlier

if this Swap is seperate from Berror, Blueberror would advise Blue against befriending Error, but Blue is determined to do so anyways. In the end, Berror can't stop it, though he prefers not to get involved with Error after...y'know...

if this Swap is Berror (whether restored to normal/semi-normal or rescued before being corrupted), He'd initially be a bit scared of or a bit mad at Error, but he'll be the first one to reach out and try to befriend Error again. (Ink would know them by this time but wouldn't know that they know each other and is pleasantly surprised that two of his friends know each other. he would help the two reconcile as well)

I feel like Ink asked for advice from the creators and one of them suggested making fancy earrings so he did, but then when he gave them to Error and Swap he also said, "I'm not sure what they were thinking considering we don't have ears but might as well, hehe?"

Error and Blue just stared at him for a second before Error sighed and Blue said that he appreciated the meaning behind them.

They definitely give off queerplatonic vibes to anyone who sees them together

If Error and Ink are gods Blue's the mortal that got their attention so naturally this means Blue's life is just gonna be chaotic and hectic and he's gonna get hit with a lot of the bad things.

...i wonder if anyone can recognize who I am by my usage of "the bad things".

Maannn,,, Blueberror/Berror my boy,,, he, who ALSO tried to get along with Error and to help him in a way, and see where that got him — watching another Swap Sans doing the same,,,, augh

It reminds me of a Shattered Dream watching a Dream destroy himself to please others. The deep painful understanding of why he does that, but the dreadful knowledge of where it leads,,,,

The dynamic of Error and Ink as gods or god-perceived-beings is always one I enjoy exploring, and Blue as their shared friend mortal??? That's hilarious and so cute xD It will ALWAYS be both funny and delightful to me how the Star Sanses are the Guardian of Positive Emotion, the self-declared Protector who can nonetheless interact with Creators and move through the Multiverse freely, and Just A Guy (or at least that's what you'd think upon first seeing them — and then you realize that guy is the most stable and, in fact, keeping them together because they're both messes, and incredibly capable <3)

Talk to me about Undertale, AUs, and Deltarune! I love ALL the AUs, I'd love to hear your story ideas, headcanons, facts you love about the characters, opinions, see things you've made — anything at all!

[captain-mj]

I really hope this isn't too weird... I saw a tweet recently talking about a trope of "Just the tip" porn where they promise they won't put it all the way in and then do.

Completely understand if this isn't something you're comfortable with! But I'd love a SoapGhost version (if you are cool, I might ask for other ships too)

Consent is dubious. Consent is shy. Consent is in the other room but they can kinda hear it.

Ghost was just fine with their current sex life. He gave Soap a blowjob or a handjob anytime Soap got hard. He'd think he'd would be happy about that. Unlimited pleasure with no need to give anything back.

But Soap was not. He was constantly begging Ghost to let him please him too. Ghost always brushed it off or insisted not right now.

Ghost was well aware if he actually told Soap no, he'd stop. He'd be upset, maybe a tiny bit of pouting, but he'd stop. Still, he let the little game continue.

Soap stopped mentioning it for a while. Funnily enough, he never sought Ghost out. If he really thought about it, all of their sexual encounters were initiated and started by Ghost. Ghost just didn't get off.

Soap had his fingers dug into Ghost's hair, panting and whimpering as he tried not to come yet while Ghost mused. His fingers were working him open.

In all honestly, he hadn't had sex in years. After Roba, he barely had a will to touch himself, let alone allow anyone else to touch him and see him so vulnerable. It took him this long to be able to do this. In his opinion Soap should be grateful instead of greedy.

Though, that wasn't fair. Soap hadn't even seen Ghost fully undressed.

Johnny sobbed as he came, throwing his head back. Ghost kept his legs open so he could keep going for another minute before puling away.

Soap groaned softly and his hips jerked. He looked down just fast enough to watch Ghost swallow.

"Fuck, Simon. Finally going to let me return the favor?"

"Nah." Ghost stood up.

Soap looked a tiny bit defeated before looking at the bulge in Ghost's pants. Quietly, he leaned forward, mouthing at him. "Don't you want something?"

Ghost felt his cock twitch. It was a pretty picture. But he grabbed his mohawk and yanked his head away. "Maybe later."

Soap made a sinful fucking sound. He ran his tongue along the bulge in Ghost's pants. "Thank you so much, Si." Ghost wanted to think it was his excellent head giving that he was thinking him for but it was instead the idea of later.

He just didn't get the big deal.

Ghost finally gave in though. As he always did when it was something Soap wanted. He found himself surprisingly less comfortable than he expected, but he only gave off confidence, refusing to have Soap seeing him anything but. The idea of Soap finding him weak was nauseating. He didn't want to mess up.

Soap didn't know yet that Ghost was going to give in that, so he started up on it. "If we did fuck, who would top and who would bottom?"

"Don't know."

"Guess we'll have to go by dick size. You know, its completely fine if you're smaller than me. Won't think any less of you." Ghost could tell it was supposed to be a joke but also reassurance. He rolled his eyes as he looked through his drawers for new boxers for Soap.

Soap sighed. "Simon, come on. It's not fair."

"To me?" Ghost unzipped his pants, being silent so he wouldn't know.

"To me! I like helping. I don't get why you're...." Soap trailed off. "ah..."

Ghost was big. He was well aware. Judging by the look on Soap's face, Johnny hadn't thought of that yet. "There. I'd top."

Soap nodded. "I can... use my hand?"

"Where did all that bravado go? Huh? Suddenly get nervous?"

Soap laughed nervously, proving Ghost's words. "Listen.... sure I can't top?"

"Your rules." Ghost started to fix his pants again, going back to his original idea of finger Soap until he came from that. He could let Soap think about it for a few da-

"Wait... I could blow you?"

"Soap, need you speaking the next few days. I've seen the way you handle fingers." Ghost rolled his shoulders. "We don't have to do this."

Soap groaned. "You have too much self control when it comes to sex."

"I get you off and then we can move on."

Soap swallowed and looked at Ghost's cock again. Ghost could see the wheels in his brain moving. He chewed his lip and it was already clear he wouldn't let this go until he got Ghost off.

"What if I promise to just put the tip in?" Ghost asked, curious on if he'd even go for it.

Soap thought about it. He wanted to please Ghost so much. "Yeah. Just the tip. Promise just the tip?"

Ghost laughed. "Yes. Just the tip. I promise." He doubted he'd have that big of an issue with it.

Soap was already prepped which is perfect. He laid back down and let Ghost get on top of him. Slowly, Ghost positioned himself. At this point, he was praying to himself that he wouldn't come immediately. It was definitely a possibility. Gently, he started to push in, feeling the tight walls around his cock.

Ghost hear the whine that came out of him and his eyes rolled back. It felt so good. He forgot how good it felt.

Soap groaned and clenched hard. "Fuck. You're so big. Feel nice?"

Ghost bit his lip to try to shut up and just nodded. This was so much better than he remembered. Soap always wanted more... It wouldn't hurt.

"Ghost? Wha-"

Ghost pushed in more, moaning properly. He whimpered. "Don't make me pull out, fuck, please don't make me pull out."

Soap panted. "Fuck, fucking hell. You're so big. How do you even...." He clenched hard and gasped for air. "I don't think I can fit it."

Ghost started to rock his hips. This is what he had been telling Soap no over? He started to work himself in deeper as Soap continued making sinful noises.

"Si, Simon, Simon." Soap bit his pillow and let Ghost keep going. He started to thrust in with no abandon, hearing Soap's noises being swallowed.

Ghost kept pushing. He knew Soap would tell him to stop if he actually wanted to. That's how they worked.

Ghost moaned when he finally bottomed out. "Fucking hell, Johnny." He panted softly as he started to fuck him. He never wanted to pull out. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Soap arched his back and let him keep going. Ghost heard, and felt, him come around him. He finished and came inside him.

Soap fell into the sheets and whimpered as Ghost pulled out. His hole gaped and Ghost groaned.

"Sorry."

Soap panted softly. "Don't worry about it. You can do it again, any time. I promise."

Ghost nodded and groped his ass. "I didn't mean to be so rough with you."

Soap moaned and pushed back against him. "Felt so good. So good." He relaxed into the pillows. "You got off right?"

"Yes, Johnny. Sorry for not asking."

"I loved it. Don't even worry."

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Wary Weretiger

"You know, I think therapy might be more effective than this." Said Atsushi. He didn't need to turn around to know Akutugawa was rolling his eyes.

"Shut up."

Atsushi raised his hand, catching the orange. "Huh, you even peeled it this time. Must be serious."

He wasn't exactly sure how they got here. Akutagawa had been hunting him down for his bounty.... And than one day just stopped. Somewhere along the lines this had become their routine.

Akutugawa ranted at him, Atsushi sat and ate whatever fruit he'd pick up on the way. Sometimes he'd voice his own opinion and Akutugawa would begrudgingly listen.

It was werid.

But not unwelcome.

It definitely beat having his leg cut off, that's for sure.

"Go on, out with it. I'm busy today." Akutugawa scoffed "and what could you be possibly busy with." Atsushi shrugged "well I still need to get a job."

It didn't matter how much he saved from what he stole from the Orphanage, it wouldn't last him much longer.

"I thought the Agency offered you a position." Said Akutugawa, carefully. As kind as Atsushi was he fought like a caged beast. He could and would ditch Akutugawa if the other offended him.

And Akutugawa didn't want to admit he liked his company.

Atsushi took a bite out of an orange slice "only because of my ability. They're nice people, but I'll find a job myself. Besides that would you my enemy and I am not dealing with that."

His leg would grow back but it was painful. And being on Akutugawa's not bad side was a nice place to be.

Not that Atsushi would admit it.

Akutagawa nodded, he could respect wanting to keep your pride even when you were at rock bottom. But even soo... "Is it so bad for them to want you for your ability?"

Atsushi paused.

"My whole life people have only wanted my ability. They've tried to rip it out of me because they felt entitled to it.... Do you really think I'd want to join an organisation that values it so highly?"

There was an edge to his tone, but also sadness. Akutugawa's eyes went wide in shock.

He unconsciously tugged his coat closer. He wouldn't know what to do if Rashomon was stolen from him.

Akutugawa felt vulnerable just taking a bath, he couldn't imagine how Atsushi felt feeling his ability get ripped out of his skin. It was fortunate that it clearly failed.

It certainly explained Atsushi's distrust of both light and dark.

"I suppose not." Said Akutugawa, going quiet in thought. He went back to his initial question.

"I was once in a situation like yours. I lived in the slums, it was there Dazai found me and I joined the Port Mafia. That became my purpose, and I'm lost without it. But you... You don't have that, and yet you seem satisfied."

Atsushi hummed, thoughtful. "I'm gonna say something, but right or wrong you're not allowed to stab me again."

Akutagawa scoffed.

"I stabbed you one time, stop acting like it was such a big deal.... But very well, I won't stab you."

Atsushi turned to face Akutugawa, putting his orange slices back into a tupperware box. "That isn't your purpose."

Akutagawa is taken aback. He wants to argue but something in him stops him. The way Atsushi spoke to him now was different to how he usually does.

He sounded like Dazai.

Dazai in the quiet moments, the rare moments when Akutugawa hadn't failed him. The all seeing look in his eye as he read Akutugawa like an open book.

"You had a purpose, one you cherished like a second soul. But you lost it. You tried to convince yourself whatever you consider your purpose now is it, but it isn't. And it never will be."

And yet when Atsushi spoke it was kind. It wasn't intended to tear Akutugawa down, quite the opposite. And Akutugawa found himself unable to look away.

"... How do you know this?"

Atsushi smiled, it was small and sad and it didn't fit him like his usual grin did. "You wouldn't be trying so hard to find your purpose if you truly believed you found it."

He looked away, giving Akutugawa some privacy in his own thoughts. "Ask yourself, who were you before the Port Mafia? Who were you back when you were like me? There's you're answer."

Akutagawa frowned, deep in thought. He'd been... He'd been weaker and pitiful. A small child who killed whoever went in his way, but killing hadn't changed in his life.

He was the Port Mafia's Rabid dog, he was still a killer so that wasn't it.

What had he been killing for? In the Port Mafia it was because those were his orders. Because the weak needed to be destroyed to make way for the strong.

Back in the slums it had been for survival. Akutugawa would've died many times over if he'd let those idiots survive. And Gin wouldn't have survived of he hadn't protected her from them.

Akutagawa froze.

... That's what it was. He had been a protector, his reason for killing down in the slums was to protect Gin and his friends.

His friends who were killed on the night Dazai found him... The night Akutugawa lost his purpose and tried to gain another.

But failed.

"I can't get it back." Whispered Akutugawa, suprised that he choked up at the thought. He hadn't thought of them in years.

"You can" Said Atsushi, looking at him again. "The circumstances may have changed, but the core premise is the same. You just have to open yourself up to that."

Open himself up? So Akutugawa had to find something else to protect? That... Didn't seem so hard, given the Port Mafia protected the city from the shadows. And Gin was still with him.

Had it really been infront of him, all this time?

"That's the difference between us" said Atsushi, quietly but Akutugawa caught it. "You had a purpose only to lose it. While I have never had one."

Atsushi chuckled and it was sad again and Akutugawa hated it. He preferred when Atsushi was genuinely happy. When his smile reached his eyes, his eyes that were kind and shined with light.

Now they looked so empty, so sad.

"You think I'm satisfied but I'm not. I have no dreams, no aspirations, my worth is tied entirely to my ability. I live to spite all those that want me dead, to stop them from taking the tiger if I pass on. I have no purpose, not really."

Akutugawa didn't know what to say, all he could do was nod in goodbye when Atsushi left.

He reached down, picking up the half of orange Atsushi saved for him. That he always saved for him, no matter how hard times got.

"You're wrong" he said to the wind as he walked away. "You're so much more than you're ability."