#I'm a lil drunk and thinking about these two T-T

[zwitter-iconic]

Something that I really like about my fic with Illario and Cirys is that I cannot imagine them falling in love under any other circumstances. One of them has to be completely honest order for the other to open themselves up in kind.

In no world can I imagine that being Illario.

It always has to be Cirys torn open and raw from Lace's death. They turn to Illario with that same intention to disturb people that everyone with a grotesque, fresh wound gets now and again. (See, me still keeping my elbow dislocation x-rays because I think they're neat). Except Illario doesn't flinch. He's an Antivan Crow, he might not like the gore but he's accustomed to it. So Cirys shows him more.

And more.

And more.

Until they have shown him the whole of themselves. They should feel exposed, bare. Except Illario keeps their true self to himself covetously. He's been so rarely given anything so precious and doesn't intend to lose it.

So Cirys trusts him. Trusts his selfishness.

And that's why he's the perfect bait to the trap the others' spring. Cirys knew he was selfish with knowing them. They didn't understand how selfish he could be to keep them.

[rinhaler]

I saw that the blue lock requests are open again (maybe?)

And...I'm just going to throw this here :

Threesome between Karasu/Otoya and reader. 🙏😔

they both drive me WILD thank u very much for this one

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon (they've been clubbing so all a lil drunk!), threesome, pet names (sweetheart, doll, baby etc.), cumming untouched, throat fucking/oral sex (m!receiving), vaginal sex, slight use of a vibrator, choking, dacryphilia, noncon photo taking! — lmk if i missed any!!

words: 1.6k

��I d-don’t do this often…” you whisper, barely able to speak as two pairs of lips decorate your exposed skin in blooming blue love bites. Your skin pimples over from the chill as the air hits the licks and laves left by desperate tongues. Eyes roll pathetically until your eyes are nothing but white, your vision succumbing to the pleasure of being groped and manhandled by not one but two men. You hadn’t expected what was intended to be an innocent night out with your friends to turn into this.

“Yeah? S’that right? You've had two guys bring ya home before, sweetheart?” Karasu smirks as his hands dip to the small of your back; ultimately deciding to wander in an instant to grip the globes of your ass.

His hands have you reeling as you struggle to decide whether his touch is rough or soft. Perhaps, calculated. He strategically grabs and pulls you closer, almost hypnotising you into raising your leg to wrap around his waist so he can carry you to your bedroom.

Your apartment is silent save for breathy whispers, eager panting and footsteps as Eita searches for your bedroom. His walking halts, a grin and soft chuckle escaping his lips as Karasu gently spreads your ass whilst he holds you. Your body flushes with heat instantly as your sticky pussy following suit and spreading open soon becomes the loudest sound in the fucking apartment.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think there was an echo. The sound repeating incessantly with the sole purpose of humiliating you. It’s dizzying, really, you can barely keep your thoughts aligned as it rings through your ears again and again.

“I meant I don’t bring guys home often,” you say, finally responding to his question in a bid to distract them from the obscene lewdity dampening between your thighs. “I’ve never done this.” you assure them.

“Pretty pussy is soaked already,” Eita smirks. “Where’s your room, gorgeous?”

You point before looking away in shame, your chin soon gently captured by Karasu as he somehow manages to hold your frame with one arm and carry you to where you had pointed. He plants his lips on yours, humiliation soon becoming a distant memory as your hips instinctively roll against the hard on you can feel stirring to life in his pants.

Eita doesn’t shy away from rummaging through your bedside cabinet, distracting you away from Tabito as your attention is piqued. You yelp, quickly, as you feel yourself thrown from him and onto the bed. He eyes you hungrily as he begins to undress, purposefully taking down button after button from his dress shirt. Eita looks over his shoulder with a smirk before he faces you fully, bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue massages yours, and you whine into his mouth pathetically.

“Do you have anything fun we can use to play with you, doll?” he asks, attaching his lips to yours soon after. “If you don’t bring guys back here often, ‘m sure you’ve got some pretty toys.”

You shake your head softly though your skin burns again as you think about your little makeup bag in the top drawer. You’re distracted, momentarily, as Karasu climbs over you again. His pants still on, but unfastened. The peak of his underwear beneath the material makes you all too aware of the sweat beading down your temple.

“T-There’s a bullet… in the glittery silver purse in the top drawer.” you confess, wrapping you arms around Tabito’s neck as you begin to make out once more. You moan into it, it’s so whiny and eager as he begins to rut his hardening cock into your dripping clothed mound.

“Is that all? No wonder you’re so cock hungry if that’s the best you have…” Eita says calmly but retrieves it anyway. You’re barely listening to him, too lost to the feeling of Tabito’s body against your own. He breaks away to dip his fingers beneath the material of your skirt, patience wearing thin as he yanks the black cotton panties from your aroused core.

“Looka that… you’re fucking drenched, sweetheart.” he smirks. He spreads your legs apart roughly and effortlessly moves your body so that his partner in crime can get a better view of your shimmering flesh.

Eita grins as he retrieves the powder blue bullet from the top drawer. Your skin feels electric as you’re put on display, Karasu keeps your legs pried open and your cunt pulses with each breath you take. He’s a tease, too, kissing your inner thighs and taunting you with the notion of placing his lips where you need them most. It’s torture, hearing them both chuckle and tease you as your hole drools more of your tantalising essence.

You wince, but are almost entirely silent as Eita’s heavy hand wraps around your delicate neck. He squeezes, carefully, pushing a button on the vibe until it whirrs loudly. He lowers it to your sex but too far away to feel any benefit. It’s hovering just shy of your clit while he squeezes your throat almost lovingly.

The way they’re both riling you up, you think the way the vibrations adjusting the air currents may be enough to make you cum. He pushes you down by your throat so that you’re flat against the mattress, and your body instinctively begins to jerk.

“Think she’s gonna cum… we’ve barely touched ya, darlin’. Your pretty cunts twitchin’.” Karasu announces. His lips travel up your body and his teeth bite into the seam of your skimpy crop top, pulling upwards until your breasts spill free. He kisses the soft skin before his teeth gently skim your peaked nipple. And, at that, you moan raucously. Otoya still hasn’t granted you the pleasure of the vibration pressed fully against your cunt, and Karasu decides to fuel to fire. His fingers delicately dance against your inner thigh and the crease.

“Fuck!” you cry, their torment becomes too much. You cum practically untouched, your pussy spasming and clenching around nothing as you whine in ecstasy. They both laugh, almost cruelly.

“Desperate little girl… ya really are cock hungry, huh?” Karasu reiterates. “Think we should give it t’her?” you recoil as his heavy palm slaps against your tremoring heat.

“Mmm, move her, want her head hanging over the mattress.” Eita commands. You’re moved with ease, your head lolling over the side of your bed as he looks down at you. Even upside down, you can see a wicked gleam in his eye. He throws his t-shirt over his head and unfastens his jeans. Your eyes almost cross as he reveals his own hardened length.

He's pretty.

Every inch of him is pretty.

He pumps it a few times, pearlescent pre leaking from his slit before he smears it across your lips like gloss. He smirks when you lick them, a sensual bite following soon after as the taste stirs your arousal.

“Dirty girl,” he says. With one hand, he guides his cock into your mouth before wrapping his palm around your throat. He begins to thrust, finally lowering the whizzing vibrator to your pulsating clit. “Ah, fuuuck.” he moans as he feels your throat hum around him.

“Hey,” you flinch as you feel Karasu slap your tits. “Don’t forget who’s gonna cream your pretty cunt, baby.” he says smugly as he guides his thick length to your clenching slot. He throws his head back, the tightness of your warmth hugging him is a sensation close enough to paradise he’d be happy to die right here and now.

“She’s such a little slut, swear she clenched when you said you were gonna fill her up.” Eita smirks, biting his lip as he feels your throat bulge from each roll of his hips. He withdraws his length, cooing as you sputter and drool as he allows your breathing to steady.

You’re almost sobbing, tears spilling from your eyes as Tabito begins to fuck into you furiously, the little toy barely contributing to the overall pleasure you feel.

“Gonna take it, aren’tcha baby? Gonna be my li’l cum whore.” he asks, fingers gripping into your sensitive skin as he continues railing you at a ruthless pace. And you nod, desperately, it’s all you can do as the heady feeling of bliss overwhelms you.

Otoya soon deprives you of your airways again, missing the feeling of your wet throat choking him.

Your body writhes as you feel another orgasm desperate to rip through you. Otoya has abandoned the pathetic little bullet in favour of his own pleasure, it’s all he was ever concerned about anyway.

Karasu moans, almost roaring as his primal instincts take over. He chases his release, and Eita does the same. They can’t help but laugh as you are the first to succumb to it, your little body spasming between them as you get off from being nothing more than their fuck toy.

You feel warm fill you at both ends, Karasu pants heavily as he withdraws his length and watches his seed spill from your cute little hole. Otoya grins as he hears you once again sputter around his length, he pulls away and can’t help but admire your absolutely ruined face as cum dribbles from your lips. Your mascara has smeared so beautifully, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more captivating sight.

“Wasted my cum, baby… at least you look cute.”

Instinctively, he pulls out his phone to take a picture of you. Karasu follows suit, taking a multitude of photos of your leaking hole.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’re jus’ for us.” Karasu assures you.

Eita squeezes your cheeks until your lips pucker, they’re so swollen and shiny from spit and cum, your little pout has aided to his favourite photo of the night.

“Good job, pretty girl… not through with you though. I want a turn with your slutty little cunt.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[aiyshaaa]

HIT IT TILL IT BREAKS ! | POST - TIMESKIP OIKAWA X READER

warnings ! ౨ৎ : MDNI 18+ -smut, dsm, cosplay, worships, oral (fem), doggystyle, oikawa being pussy drunk, anal, pegging, fingering, spanking, DOM reader, SUB oikawa,

a/n : I was rewatching haikyuu and when "hit till it breaks" all I'm thinking is oikawa being the one getting broken… okay but oikawa would def be a sub in my eyes.

Oikawa could feel his ass rippling from your sloppy hard thrusts that ruined his hole for ages, he felt his body about to collapse on the bed and faint right there but you kept him awake rubbing his cock with your soft hands teasing him.

"pl-please! I need to- ngh' cu-" he struggled with his words as he felt his climax get quicker and quicker to the tip as you teased him. " 'cmon princess just 10 seconds on timer" You shushed him as you're pink dildo hit his prostate deeper and deeper.

You loved calling him princess when his salty tears coming falling out his eyes as you pounded him with his head blank.

'ring! ring!', your phone rang and you canceled it, you pulled out Oikawa's wrecked hole filled with lube.

"ahh– so sticky..." You smack his ass with the dildo you wore until you remove your strap to reveal you're wet cunt that's been waiting to be sucked on.

You turned oikawa around as you felt the weight of his body as you do, his eye's looked drained with his tears dried up on his face leaving puffy.

You grab a lock of his hair and slowly bring it to your soaking clit and let him suck on slowly. It took no time for Oikawa to place a kiss on your clit teasing you and making you groan. You shove him deep in you're folds as you pull on his light-medium brown hair.

"mhm.." He started to give kitty licks on the insides of your cilt and folds. You slap his ass—as you hold his hair tight with the other hand, "good boy..." you praise him.

'he mumbled something in your pussy making it vibrant, making you groan at the same time.

You feel your eyes roll back your climax got closer as he lined his tongue and rolls it all over as your pussy soaks with his spit.

He takes you surprised to have the chance to finger your pussy which makes you gasp in pleasure. "O-'oh fuck—,, you whimper as he thrust his thick calloused fingers knee deep.

"oh baby' 'ma,, you release on his face with your juices, and right after you could feel his lips and tongue rub all on your clit folds.

"What a bad lil' kitty you are.." you grin while getting up towering over him as he sat down on the bed.

You pointed to the room chair giving him a hint of his naughtiness earlier. He wimped and waited for you to be in the chair so he could sit on your lap.

As you did he lay in your lap waiting for your soft hands.

'smack!'

"on-one.."

'smack!'

"t-t-two..!" he whimpered

'smack!'

"T- three!" he weeped

'smack!'

"F- FO- four.."

last one.. but it was harder than usual.

This was a time he regretted saying "Hit it till it breaks."

'SMACK!'

"FIVE!"

wc ! : 2.9k!

[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Wilder Than Any Eight Second Ride" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: At the annual Honky-Tonk Halloween Party, Reader and Steve find themselves having a little bull-riding competition. When Steve isn't pleased with the results, he demands a rematch… in the bedroom.

Pairing: Bullrider!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,545

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, cowgirl activities, against the wall activities, creampie, bondage, marking a lil bit, nicknames (princess, sweetheart, baby, cowgirl; daddy once i think), explicit language, alcohol mentions since it takes place at a bar, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i missed writing for these two individuals

Originally Written: 10/20/2024 through 10/24/2024

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The air was buzzing, filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. “Elvira” by The Oak Ridge Boys blared through the speakers, though it was barely heard over the crowd of probably two hundred people chattering amongst themselves. The annual Honky-Tonk Halloween celebration was officially underway.

Steve, as per usual, looked absolutely delectable, even in his cheaply made, party store costume. He used his hot-pink bandana to wipe up a spill on the bar, and something about the sight sent heat straight to your core.

“See something you like, Western Barbie?” he smirked, never taking his eyes off the spilled alcohol.

You met him with a similar smirk. “Just admiring the view, Cowboy Ken.”

Dark brown eyes finally met your own gaze as he finished cleaning up the puddle of beer on the counter. “You sure that's the only thing going on in that pretty head of yours?” You could tell he was already a little buzzed himself; his accent got thicker when he was under the influence.

“Other than how I'm totally gonna kick your ass at the mechanical bull riding competition?” you asked with an eye roll.

Steve met you with a daring expression, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “What makes you so sure you're winnin’? Considering I ride actual bulls for a living, I've got a little bit of a leg-up on ya, princess.”

You walked around to the other side of the bar, standing face to face with him and placing your hands on his chest. A gasp nearly escaped you at how rock-solid his chest felt underneath the jacket he currently sported, but you chose not to comment on it, considering how much you already inflated his ego on the daily. “Mmm, see, I also have a little riding experience of my own under my belt.”

“Is that so?” Steve asked, leaning down a little closer to you.

You simply met him halfway, leaning in for a playful kiss. “Well, what can I say? I've had a really good teacher.”

His hand swatted at your butt as you walked away, and the sound of Steve chuckling could be heard even through the chaos of everything else happening in the bar. He quickly followed after you, his long legs catching up in just a couple strides.

The crowd of half-drunk bull-riding fans cheered Steve on as he approached the mechanical bull. With a smirk, he climbed up, confident that he'd win this little competition between the two of you. “Start her up!” he hollered to the operator.

The machine started up, and immediately his hips began twisting in a way that should've been illegal in public, in your opinion anyway. One hand met his Stetson, while the other held tight to the handle of the bull. His jeans were ridiculously tight, showing off the curves of his ass and bulge as he rocked back and forth. It was dirty, practically erotic, and he soaked up every moment of the ride with his head thrown back. While he looked like an overdone version of a cowboy in a western movie, he looked like a damn good version of the stereotype.

“Think you can keep up with me this time, princess?” he called, practically grinding against the fake saddle.

Your scoff in reply could probably be heard in the parking lot. “You wish you could keep up with me!”

The comment must've been enough to catch him off guard, because as he laughed at your response, he came tumbling down from the machine and onto the safety mat.

He turned to look at the operator, who simply replied with, “Eighteen seconds.”

“Oooof,” you let out, trying to sound regretful. “Sounds like someone's slacking in their preseason. Your trainer's not gonna be too happy, Steven.”

He rolled his eyes, patting your ass again. “Let's see you do any better, cowgirl,” he said, lifting you by the hips onto the mechanical bull.

With a confident smile, you signaled for the operator to start up the machine again. You made a show of grinding your hips against the faux saddle, and in a similar fashion to Steve, your opposite hand that wasn't holding onto the bull flew to your sparkly cowgirl hat.

You whooped and shouted as you held onto the bull, your confidence never ceasing. All eyes were on you, though the only pair you cared about belonged to someone who'd seen these moves from you a million times. And just for him, you twisted your hips a little extra, all for his enjoyment.

Time seemed to slow as you fell off the mechanical bull and onto the mat below. Steve was quick to make his way over, offering a strong hand and helping you up from the floor. “Impressive,” he commented. “Not sure if it was enough to beat the champ, though.”

“We'll just see about that,” you replied confidently, turning to the machine's operator and asking for your results.

When he replied with, “Twenty-two seconds,” a pleased squeal left your lips. Your husband simply rolled his eyes, demanding a rematch.

With a shake of your head, you said, “No can do, Cowboy Ken. Results are final.” And then, “It's all in the hips, you know.”

“You forget who taught you that phrase?” he quipped. Then, as if just registering your first sentence, he said, “And final my ass.”

When you smiled about your accomplishment again, a hand swatted at your butt a third time. And then, a suggestive glint appeared in his eye as he whispered, “I think I know of a way we can have our rematch without interrupting all these people waiting for the bull…”

That was how you found yourselves wandering away from the party and up the stairs to your apartment, hands on each other the whole way. As soon as Steve opened the door, his lips were on yours, his hands meeting your hips and his foot moving to kick the door closed. As often as you and Steve were on each other, you couldn’t recall a time when the door had been closed the proper way.

In a matter of seconds, both your hat and Steve's had been tossed aside, along with his jacket. Your hands met his hair as he kneeled in front of you, making quick work of your cowgirl boots and nipping at your clothed thighs. Perhaps he should've been a magician for Halloween with the way he could manage to make your clothes disappear

He kicked off his own boots, a skill he'd managed to cut down to five seconds flat. While he worked on the fastening of his own pants, you easily slipped yours off, leaving you in nothing but a bandana, vest and a pair of lacy panties that left little to the imagination.

Steve groaned at the sight as his lips met your neck, the vibration sending heat straight through you. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, fingernails digging into your love handles ever-so-slightly.

“Even dressed as a party store Barbie?” you smirked, the sentence being cut off by a sigh as his hand moved to cup your clothed core.

“Especially dressed as a party store Barbie.” His thumb rubbed a soft circle against your covered clit, eliciting a noise of approval from you.

A moment later, his pants and boxers were shoved down and tossed aside, leaving him completely bare for you. He didn't even bother to undo your vest, instead focusing on discarding the white lace to get to where he wanted to feel you most. You couldn't help the moan that left your lips as the air hit your most sensitive spots.

Lips were on lips as Steve lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he forced the two of you backward into your bedroom. A small sound of both pain and pleasure came from you as your back hit the wall, overtaken by another, hungrier sound as the head of his cock teased at your entrance.

“Fuck,” you whined, canting your hips forward. You were desperate, oh so desperate, for him to be inside you at any capacity.

Still, Steve wasn't giving in that easily. “Gotta beg for it, princess. Otherwise, I don't know what you want.” He knew exactly what you craved, but he could be a dominant asshole sometimes, wanting to see just how far he could push you.

“I want to ride you,” you said, the words coming out in a sigh. Your hands pulled his face to yours, your lips meeting in a needy kiss and your tongues moving together hungrily.

With that simple sentence, Steve shifted your hips and used the space to push inside you. Both of you let out a synced groan, your body instinctively squeezing around his length.

Teeth nipped at his shoulder, eliciting a rather loud moan from his mouth as you sucked on his skin. “As sexy as that is, you know I got that Calvin Klein shoot coming up,” Steve reminded you.

You smirked at the thought. Steve “The Hawk” Harrington, had been invited by the Calvin Klein team to do his own campaign. The shoot was in just a few days, the two of you flying out to New York bright and early the next Monday. Every time you thought about him in those signature boxers, posing by a poolside, you nearly started to salivate.

A wicked expression lit up your face as you scratched at his chest this time, another moan coming from his lips. Clearly he was enjoying the feeling, but the rational side of his brain took over as he thrusted into you a little harder.

“Baby, as much as I love- fuck- the way it feels to have you marking me up,” he started to say, hips rolling into yours all the while, “I have to make sure I look my best for the photoshoot.”

“I think you look your best when you're all marked up,” you pouted, feigning innocence. With another nip at Steve's shoulder, you scratched him again, just to see what he'd do. His reaction wasn't quite what you expected, but it was still welcomed and still extremely sexy.

His hand met your neck, undoing the bright pink bandana that had been tied there. In one swift movement, he had you on the bed, pinning both of your arms above your head. With a nearly evil look, he tied your wrists together. “Bet you won't disobey now, huh?” he remarked, emphasizing his win with another deep roll of his hips.

Despite the restriction, you still managed to meet his thrusts like your life depended on it. Steve's name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, your way of showing him how you needed more of him, all of him.

Steve wrapped an arm around your body as he flipped the two of you over, giving you what you'd asked for earlier. His signature phrase, “Giddy up, cowgirl,” tumbled from his mouth, those three words only fueling you on.

His hands gripped your love handles, lifting you up and down his length. The restraint only made the scene that much more filthy, whine after whine falling from your lips.

The smell of sweat and sex wafted through the air, the partying crowd from downstairs being completely forgotten as the scent overtook you. They could be right outside your door, and honestly neither of you would care. As long as you were together, your bodies connected in any capacity, you didn't care who was around.

One of Steve's hands stayed on your hips while the other snaked between your bodies. His thumb rubbed circles over your aching clit, his eyes hooded as he watched you near your release.

“There ya go, cowgirl,” he encouraged, his fingers and dick working in tandem to please you just how you needed. “Take whatever you need from Daddy.”

His praise only made you keen further, your back arching and your mouth falling slack at just how much pleasure he was currently bringing you. To the best of your abilities, you bounced on his length a little harder, mentally cursing him for tying your hands together when you so desperately wanted to be gripping his shoulders or his hair.

“Stevie, please,” you begged. “I'm so close, but I can't-” Your sentence was cut off by a whimper as he thrusted up into you.

He knew exactly what you needed, finishing the statement for you. “If you can promise to not leave any more marks, I'll take it off, okay?”

You nodded, but obviously it wasn't enough, considering he once again told you to use your words. Another plea left your lips, this time telling him exactly what you needed.

With one flick of his finger, he undid the fastening around your wrists. Desperately, your hands met his hair, tugging at the tussled strands.

A chuckle rumbled through Steve's chest, the sound simultaneously hot and annoying. “Not sure Calvin will appreciate it if I show up all covered in marks.”

“I don't know,” you managed to smirk, your climax inching further as you continued to take his cock as deep as you could. “He might not, but I'm sure your female fans will.”

Ever the gentleman, he just leaned forward and kissed your neck with a juxtaposing sweetness to the otherwise lewd scene. “You're the only female fan I care about, sweetheart.”

The words made you clench around him. His thumb caressed your clit, the movement somehow both sweet and dirty. You were so close, and by the sudden twitch of his cock inside you, you could tell he was too.

“You're so beautiful,” he repeated, his lips meeting your wrist with a gentle kiss. Despite the earlier urgency, the air now had a level of soft intimacy to it that you simply couldn't explain. It was like that with Steve; one minute, he was a desperate mess, and the next, he was showing you how much he loved you.

The compliment was just what you needed to push you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Steve quickly followed suit, his seed filling you up just how you always wanted.

You both collapsed in each other's arms, his now softening cock still buried inside you as he held your body close. His lips peppered what skin he had access to outside of your vest, his hands softly caressing your hips.

“Steve?” you said after a while of just laying there, just being together.

He hummed in question, too tired to form a full sentence.

You leaned up to look at him, a cheeky grin taking over your otherwise blissed-out face. “Not sure if you tying my wrists together was the sexiest thing or the meanest thing you've ever done.”

Steve met you with a smirk. “Can't it be both?”

With a roll of your eyes, your lips landed on his, and in that moment, you decided if you were to die just like that, you'd at least die a happy woman.

“I'll tell you what, though,” Steve said, a tired drawl to his words as he pulled you closer. “You sure are wilder than any eight second ride I've ever done.”

“I'll take that as a compliment,” you smiled giddily, meeting him halfway for another kiss.

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[tiajk]

Zoro doesn’t let people touch his swords but you are an exception

He looks around to make sure no one is looking before he shows any signs of affection he’s so shy lol

He shares his drinks with you on occasion and every time this happens he tries to get you as drunk as possible so he can make fun of you being a lightweight because that’s just him

Maybe a lil smile on occasion because you make him happy AUGHH

Special Treatment

A/n: OMG YES yall im so single it actually hurts me because No one wants me BUT anyways im staring once piece the anime version AND YALL i got carried away asf with this lmao

SPECIAL SWORDS

When he’s napping and you're not he will set his swords by you and go and take a nap he look at you with this look in his eyes that says “protect these please” he won't say it physically unless you make him. If you do it takes him a while to stutter t out but when he does the tips of his ears will be red and he’ll be fidgeting with the ends of his shirt

You're reading a book about the ocean and all the animals that it holds and you hear heavy footsteps coming towards you. You know them, it's Zoro, the man that you love so deeply you would do anything for him. He doesn't have to say anything because you know that he’s looking over you like a shadow. You close your book making the page that you were on and look up at him and smile “you gonna say something or keep staring at me pretty boy?” The corner of his mouth turns up “Huh my presence isn't good enough for you {name}.” “of course but you lurking like a shadow is kinda creepy”. He crosses his arms and shifts onto his foot “I need something from you” You turned your full body towards him giving him your undivided attention it's rare for zoro to ask someone for something. “Well spit it out Ro” “Can you…can you watch my swords for me while I take a nap?” your heart skip a beat he trusted you enough with his treasure you nodded rapidly as he gave you all three of his swords “I'm gonna take a nap ill be up in about an hour or two” “ok zoro they’ll be right here with be when you get back” He nodded he looked around to see if anyone of the crew was there when they weren't he leant in and put a soft kiss on your forehead “thank you I love you”

SHY BOY

Zoro is not shy in himself nor his skills nor his confidence but when it came to you he couldn't even look at you without blushing from head to toe. The crew teased him for it constantly but he never showed affection to you in public.He wants to but part of his is so shy because hes never one anything like this before he was to busy with his swords hes never eine been in a relationship before

He heard you and nami talking about it in your quarters he was planning to take you out since you guys were docked for 2 days and he wanted to make it special He’s about to knock on your door but he hears nami’s voice and that stops him, “Does he even show you affection {name}?” you put your shoes on when she uses it as she's looking at you “what do you mean?” She sights “I don't think he's ever shown any emotion besides when he's drinking” “Nami that's rude he does show affection just not to the crew and i'm fine with that because he's not for everyone else”. “True but {Name} he's stiff as a board next to you I mean he can't even look at you wrought getting all dam-“ There's a knock on the door that stops her “Well thats my date nami see you later.” you blow her a kiss and open the door and see zoro. “Hi” “Hey you ready to go?” you nod “yea I am” you close the door behind you. He looks around twice making sure no one was around “Zoro what are you doing” He doesn’t answer when he puts his hands around your waist pulling you in gently but firm kissing you softly “Just kissing my favorite girl y’know”

HIS LIGHTWEIGHT

Zoro doesn’t play about 3 things: Drinking, His swords and you. And he trusts you with all of his being. That being exactly the reason why he’s making you drink with him right now. You drink but not a lot because you pretty much lightweight it takes. only about 3 cups of alcohol and you're drunk big time .

Zoro was holding your head from falling on the table. He made you drink about 4 cups tonight and now you're drunk and he's laughing his ass off at you. Nami keeps telling him to leave you alone but he doesn’t care because he thinks it's funny “ZoRo?” “yes {name}?” He looks at your room he can tell your tired but he just thinks that you're so cute when your drunk “I think that I love you” That caught him by surprise before he could conjure up something to say your head almost dropped onto the table he caught you even though he’s a little tipsy himself. When they go back to the going merry he puts you in his hammock sliding along with you. When you wake up the next morning your light head and your head is pounding. You try to climb over zoro and go to the bathroom he drags you back down with him before you can move again “Sleep please” he mumbles into your neck “Why we have things to do” He knows there’s no beating you but he lifts himself up so he looks at you “you know that you were an absolute idiot last night right?” you groan and hit your head back on the hammock “Don't tell me please”

YOU MAKE HIM PROUD

Zoro doesn’t smile as much as he should but with you he does and the crew notices that and there happy about it everyone needs to smile every once in a while

you would be in the kitchen with sanding trying to help him but he was getting on your nerves. Zoro s there with you for his mid day drinking he notices how i rated you are “Sanji or the last time its fucking ketchup it isn’t gonna hurt you” “{name} it’s simple really you just ha-“ “Finish that sentence and im going to beat you to a plump then throw you off the ship” Zoro smiles at you e kos you aren’t on for being mean but to the cook it makes his heart swell with joy

[midnightmayhem13]

Hii! Could I request the marvel ladies reaction to reader referring to them as her girlfriend for the first time <33

now i see daylight

this is so adorable! and ofc coming rightt up(ultra delayed post)

warning!- some suggestive bits(nothing specifically said)

Carol Danvers

once awhile, u and the girls go to a fancy jazz club. usually it's an excuse for you guys to dress up and get wine drunk and wake up feeling refreshed, albeit a lil hungover. this time, you and your lovely gf Carol go as a together. you wore a stunning navy blue dress and she wore a casual navy suit. Carol was drooling over you and she couldn't stop staring at you but you were also obsessing over ur sexy buff ass gf. you walk in hand in hand and go around the party talking to ur friends. you and carol separate for js a moment. when ur friends head home u sit there sipping ur drink alone and a man comes to sit next to you and start bugging you. "hey beautiful, you here alone?" "no im actually with someone" you answer sternly. thanks to Carols quick reflexes, you don't have to suffer long. she puts a firm hand on ur back and kisses the top of ur head. but thanks to the drinks he doesnt take the hint. "why don't u take me home dove; i'll show you want i can do." you and carol giggle. as she's about to say smt, you interupt. "actually" leaning into Carol, putting ur hand on her stomach as her hand goes over ur shoulder. "i'm gonna be taking my beautiful girlfriend home so you can go now." Gosh you've never looked sexier to carol. she honestly js starts fawning over you and lets out a THATS MY GIRL and hugs you super tight bc her heart js melted. you're so proud about being with her and she cannot contain the blush that's on her cheek. you two walk out (ur lipstick all over Carols face and neck) she's so giddy about the events that happened and cannot stop kissing u all over. it's like ur first date all over again and honestly, she can't wait to call u her wife!!

Darcy Lewis

Darcy is the smartest girl you know. and naturally as an Avenger you introduce her to Tony and safe to say he's very impressed with her and pats you on the back for finding such a brilliant girl. everyone likes Darcy too!! she makes you happy, she's hot, she's loyal, and mf is a Dr and an astrophysicist!! you always flaunt that. well when a big company asks the avengers to come work with them bc some sort of anomaly (think wandavision but no one's dead bc i said so) has accured and they need some brains and brawns. while tony and bruce alone were smarter than all of the companies scientists; they bit off more than they could chew. after a few weeks of all the scientists working at it, they only advance a bit. you go home and darcy comes over and you rant to her about it bc ur fed up. and suggest the idea of bringing her to help and she considers it. she spends the night so she might as well tag along and see what she can do. at first the companies big boss disregards her and even tries to push her away from the monitors. you grab his wrist "don't you touch her. and just so yk my girlfriend is smarter than all ur stupid scientists so i suggest you let her take a look so she can fix wtv ur men can't" Darcy is actually frozen to her spot bc that was so hot. the heat from her cheeks spread all the way down and she's at a loss for words. her face turns bright red and she nudges you too stop cutting the guys circulation off (she's well aware you'll break this guys arm for her). she thanks you and kisses ur cheek as she sits down. give her a few hours and BOOM. she's gotten to the bottom of the problem and has two possible ways to fix it, they both end up working. Darcy bugs about how much you brag about her. you give her a whole speech on why she's the greatest women ever as you hold her. she loves you with her whole heart and has never felt safer in her big bad avengers gfs arms.

Maria Hill

Even though Maria is always incredibly busy with Shield, and you with the avengers, you always find time to be together. but being women of high power has never been easy. that being said, both of you get looked down on even after showing ur skill time and time again. so you arrive at headquarters looking for your bad ass gf, carrying with you a few treats so she doesn't forget to eat. as you make ur way towards everyone they seem to be doing their usual thing. you could spot her from a mile away away. she's the most beautiful women you've ever laid eyes on. you approach her. her eyes land on you and her face immediately lights up. she greats you with a tight hug, a kiss on the head and then the lips. she's gotten more comfortable with being affectionate at work, you notice. "thank you baby" she says sweetly, completely contrasting to the harsh tone she uses with her troops. "i'll be back in a second" she goes to tell her most trusted troop to take charge as she steps out for a second. almost as if she cannot live in peace, a scrawny, insecure guy comes out of nowhere and starts complaining about Maria being off duty (who even is he) he starts causes a scene and honestly makes you laugh a bit. you two go to walk off to ignore him and suddenly the hoe grabs you!! yeahh maria is not gonna let this go. but when she goes to interfere but yank your arm away "my girlfriend has all of this under control so why don't you turn around and get back to work, the nerve of you!" Maria jaw is DROPPED. i mean she knew you could get serious but seeing her adorable gf give commands does something to her body. almost as if she's shy being in ur presence. she's sure she's never smiled bigger. you turn around and grab her had and guide her to the break room. she feels like she has a silly little school girl crush as she giddily follows you around.

sharon carter

(this is power broker sharon bc she's hot but no one's dead BC I SAID SO) To say sharon was kinda nervous about telling you about her job was an understatement. i mean you were an avenger but also the love of her life. it was a long talk but you got it to work. anyways you hung around a lot at her place bc hello?? it's huge and you love seeing ur hot gf do illegal ass things bccc she wasn't an avenger level threat (yet) so by ur logic, we're chilling. and she was on okay terms with steve, bucky and sam. when she hosts her auctions you're always welcome to come to them too! you want to be there just in case the worse happens, even tho she's more than capable of controlling it. but that doesn't mean you're safe from any guys or gals that want to hit on you. if they know who you are, you're okay but if they don't know who you are or have a death note they'll hit on you. usually you hang low or by the bar bc sharon's busy at these events. as you sip your favorite margarita you feel a tap on your shoulder. a security guard? "uhm hi can i help you?" you ask politely. unbeknownst to you sharon's watching (she always is) and heading her way over to you. the guards are specifically told not to speak to you unless u speak to them. she's possessive what can you say. "i'm not sure you're on the list your gonna have to step out" he says roughly grabbing ur arm and tugging you off your stool. sharon is basically bolting at this point. "my girlfriends the owner of this place and is the reason you buy ur meals so get off of me" you say and push him back. he's about to tackle you bc yk ego. until he sees an arm snake around your waist. oh sh*t. "get the hell out my house" sharon says and he gets escorted out. you'll probably never hear from him again. sharon grabs your waist and pulls you impossibly close to her as she places her lips on yours. "that was so sexy baby" she says on ur lips. her stern demeanor almost broke when she heard you calling her your girlfriend so proudly. it made her knees want to buckle and she felt like kicking her feet. she finally got the girl of her dreams and u guys were a match made it heaven. she can't stop thinking of this moment for months to come and definitely shows how proud she is of you later that night.

Nebula

nebula thought she was gonna be a lot of things in life. but never did she think she was gonna be the girlfriend of the most beautiful and kind girl in the galaxy. she seriously never expected to ever be blessed by your presence much rather be loved so deeply by you. although she's been weary of love her whole life, you've completely changed her perspective. you love her so deeply it's almost unfathomable. that being said, anything you guys are in a new planet and go explore you always make sure to stick to her side. who's gonna mess with ur big ass blue gf?? not to mention she's possessive with you and aggressive with anyone but you. she's also so gentle with her sweet girl. so you'd expect any on looker to stay away from you bc nebula likes to walk around with her hand on ur butt while holding you close. but when some weird looking dude approaches nebula immediately become alert but all he does is aggressively bump into her "hey watch where the hell your going u got ur dirty paws on my girlfriend!" you yell as you grab wtv the hell is on top of his (maybe hair??) and he has no other choice but to apologize to nebula. when he leaves nebula is left speechless. why are you so proud that ur dating her?she can't control herself tho and pulls you into an ally to passionately make out with you. that was so hot. she lifts you by ur butt and presses you against a wall. you giggle and pull away as she chases ur lips "what's with this nebby?" "i love you." she says hoarsely. she didn't know how to respond to the whole situation. she couldn't care less about what the guy said or didn't say. but you loved her so much and we're so open about it. she was gonna love you forever.

kate bishop

Kates sure you could do something so simple as breathing and she would get giddy. she's no kidding. she absolutely adores you and you adore her. that's why you two just work. and while not all things come to you guys that simple most things do. you to do have your fights but they can usually be resolved with a good talk followed by a movie marathon with pizza and Lucky cuddles. so that's what you guys are doing right now. don't get me wrong, this happens on a weekly bases not just when you guys are having an argument. it's just a chill saturday afternoon, both you and kate resting from having a hard week in training and working with adults who never seemed to be pleased with any improvement in any skill. but anyways. you kate and lucky are all cuddled up on her couch as you decide what movie to pick out. as if it's a 6th sense kate suddenly gasps "we didn't order pizza!" and even lucky pops his head up, distraught by this horrible news. you have a good laugh but kate is seriously concerned about this. you stroke her hair and kiss it and tell her you'll order it rn. kate js smiles snuggly at lucky (who she high fives) as she leans her head on ur tit and receives head rubs. you call her favorite pizza place and order ur usual order while she finds a few movies to binge. thanks to nyc, ur pizza arrives in no time. and when you hear the bell ring you and lucky go answer the door. kates too busy complaining cuz her pillows gone. as you answer the door luckys right there as ur security. "haha your dogs really cute!" says the delivery guy "thank you my girlfriend found him!" you say simply as you tip him and close the door. kate literally gets up and runs around as she squeals. you thought she was just really hungry but after she picks you up when you put the pizza down she tells you other wise. she spins you around and cannot take the big goofy smile off her face. she's left speechless but her smile speaks for her. when you ask her about it your heart melts at how pure she is. the rest of the night she's has that smile on her face as she's resting on ur favorite pillow, you!!

a/n- so sorry this took so long and it's kinda crappy! i was kinda stuck so they all sound similar but hopefully you guys enjoyed! send requests!!🤍🤍

stay safe hoes🤍

[diamonddaze01]

⋆｡°✩ n o t e : thank you to everyone who tagged me in this ( @sungbeam , @petrichor-han , @haologram)! took me forever to finally get around to it, but excited to share my wrapped for this year!

⋆｡°✩ on poetry and homecomings - yoon jeonghan

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my first ever fic! based on a quote by the fantastic palestinian poet mahmoud darwish. something about the words, "If I ever see a flaw of yours, I'd say my eyes are the flawed ones" made something in my heart twinge in the most beautiful way. a purely self indulgent fic i wrote after an exhausting work week, and suddenly, here we are, 3 months later.

⋆｡°✩ plan b-day - hong jisoo

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my last fic of 2024! a lil drabble for the loveliest boy. no real notes on this, other than i am sure that murphy's law somehow targets me 50000x more than the average human being. again, purely self-indulgent, but also a wonderful way to close out the year.

⋆｡°✩ baby, darling, light of my entire life - choi seungcheol

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : the idea for this came to me after a crazy night out. though i myself have not gotten to this level of drunk yet, i definitely would scream about how pretty choi seungcheol is any day, any time. i was actually shocked when this blew up - it wasn't my favorite piece i'd written at the time, and i woke up one morning and it had skyrocketed from maybe 100 notes to upwards of 600 in one night. weirdly, i think this was maybe the third thing i had ever posted to this blog and it made me so happy that people actually enjoyed my writing. bdlomel, ily <3

⋆｡°✩ full throttle part i | full throttle part ii - yoon jeonghan

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : oh, full throttle, what to say about you (i am combining both parts into one fic - the only reason there are two parts is bc tumblr is a bitch about formatting). there are few things that exhausted me, exhilerated me, enraged me, and made me feel as proud as i do looking at this finished fic. three weeks of non-stop writing every day after work, jotting down notes in the cleanroom and during lunch breaks, and storyboarding when i should have been sleeping culminated in most possibly the pièce de résistance of my year. i had so many people who cheered me on as i wrote this fic, battled through witty banter (that i myself could never say irl) and fiery headlines, but none cheered as loudly as @haologram and @ylangelegy. alta and kae were genuinely the wind beneath my wings as i wrote this, and reading their comments in the doc was what kept me going. in the end, i'm genuinely so happy with how full throttle turned out, and seeing the reactions i'm getting from it make me feel so fulfilled.

⋆｡°✩ the somerset affair - lee seokmin

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my first forray into longer fic writing (and i'm still battling my way through it, but we don't talk about that). if anyone knows me, they know how much of a Bridgerton fan i am - i quote anthony's speech on the daily, and penelope/eloise are some of my fav romcom heroines ever written (until they both get married, but again, we don't talk about that). i felt like writing this fic was my way to pay homage to this fictional world i adore so much. i have a love/hate relationship with the actual tone of the series - its so hard to maintain the regency tone and also write in a way that's true to my own voice, but at the end of the day it's a challenge i relish. i'm so excited to finish this series this coming year!

⋆｡°✩ 40 fics posted - check them all out in my masterlist!

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : to be fair, a lot of these are drabbles i did for my 101 drabble prompt game, but fuck it we ball. maybe i'm just insane.

⋆｡°✩ ~133,470 words written

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : again, i think i might be a bit insane. did a sacrifice sleep to write? yes. did i storyboard at work? also yes. but then again, it's been an interesting year to say the least, and writing was a really good way to blow off steam after a stressful day at work.

⋆｡°✩ some of my fav fics i read this year - please read the warnings on each fic and do not interact with smut if you're a minor! this is in no particular order:

⋆｡°✩ unforgiven [boo seungkwan] - @haologram ⋆｡°✩ catch you when i can [smau] [chwe hansol] - @xinganhao ⋆｡°✩ the first snow [hong jisoo] - @junkissed ⋆｡°✩ what are the vibes? [choi seungcheol] - @daechwitatamic ⋆｡°✩ red card [kim mingyu] - @highvern ⋆｡°✩ an ode to hands and voice [boo seungkwan] - @ddeonghwa-s ⋆｡°✩ take my word for it [yoon jeonghan] - @ylangelegy ⋆｡°✩ prey [choi seungcheol] - @pochaccoups ⋆｡°✩ sit down [kim mingyu] - @gyuswhore ⋆｡°✩ ave, general [lee jihoon] - @amourcheol

these are just a few of my fav fics i've read, but if you want to see all my recommendations - i suggest checking out @diamond-reads !

⋆｡°✩ goals for 2025

⋆｡°✩ on diamonddaze01: i have a lot of collabs coming up in 2025! i hope that i can meet all those deadlines and write things i'm proud of. i've also learned that writing longer fics like full throttle or somerset affair make me feel more fulfilled as a writer, so expect a lot more of them as i further explore my writing style and characterization. i also want to go back to some of my older wips that i abandoned and reopen them, see where i can go with a fresh mindset. ⋆｡°✩ personal goals: i have a lot, but to name a few: read more, laugh more, love more. i also want to focus on establishing a better work/life balance - i know already that the coming months are going to suck at work, but i no longer want to drag the weight of corporate life home with me. work is work, and that's where it will stay. i want to prioritize my mental and physical well-being over all else, and that starts with reprioritizing things like work, my social life, and writing.

⋆｡°✩ final thoughts

⋆｡°✩ i started writing on tumblr because i was stressed from work and felt like i didn't have a community, especially at a new job and a new city. what started as some stress relief turned into a community of its own. i'm eternally grateful that i was able to meet some wonderful people this year that i truly feel a sense of belonging with. to everyone in the networks i'm in, to anyone that reads my work, to all the lovely people i've met: thank you, and i love you.

⋆｡°✩ if you've made it this far, thanks for reading, and thank you for all your support. i love you all endlessly. it's time to sign off for 2024.

with love as vast as the stars themselves, tara <3

⋆｡°✩ tagging (but no pressure): @tusswrites, @chanranghaeys, @bitchlessdino, @ddeonghwa-s , @c-oupsie, @lovetaroandtaemin, and anyone else who would like to do this!

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

you are so right about sanzu/takuya. i wanna hear all about them! what are your hcs? I'm so curious!

First of all, thanks for this question anon, it make me so happy to know someone else like them! 💜

In case some one is curious where this comes from, here is my HaruTaku fic!

Okay, for properly answering this I think that I also need to go first with my Sanzu hc for that specific timeline, because for me is related in why they make sense! (and bc I love talking about my lil gremlin, ngl)

Sanzu headcanons for Bad Toman Takemichi TL:

Okay, obv he did wharever he could for being close to Mikey, that goes without saying. But there is two big differences with Bonten.

He's not the second in command, so he has to kinda obey Kisaki (what he hates, always giving that silent hater looks 😎). But since he never showed that "good guys toman type of morals", Kisaki allows him to be one of the fews that still sees Mikey, bc he's not going to influence him or stuff like that, Sanzu is totally fine with the darkness (he isn't bc it triggers him tl0 memories but his denial is strong xD) So his job here is mostly watching over Mikey and ofc, getting rid of traitors! No way Kisaki didn't use that once he realizes, Sanzu devotiton is too easy to control and too useful for his own good 🥲

In the other side, this means is less confident about himself than what we saw in Bonten. He's still unhinged but he's not that loud about it, he doesn't have the selfsteem boost of being his king's right hand. So in a way, he's more insecure about himself and the mission he does, since he has less control about what happens to Mikey. Also, Sanzu is a weirdo, so like happened in early Toman he doesn't properly fit with the rest, besides job related thing he doesn`t have friends there (we could count Mucho if in this timeline Izana was never on the picture, but even with that Sanzu doesn't easyly trust people). It took him more time to stop wearing his mask here and it was probably more gradual!

And what we know about Takuya?

Not much, just that he's a sweet person and a good friend. He probably followed the rest of the Mizo gang (specially Takemichi) and got caught in Toman's violence.

He wears a choker in this timeline and had and aming glow-up including some sick tattoos. Pretty boy with sumi vibes!

This is where my hc starts, there is something about Takuya that screams addiction to me. I don't know how to explain it, maybe is his dull eyes, maybe his body language, but Takuya is coping with drugs (mostly downers bc he just wants to disappear for a few hours... Takuya is a softy 🥲)

Finally... HaruTaku headcanons!

One thing about addicts is that we have a radar, we know when someone else is an addict (similar to gaydar but more selfdestructive). So Sanzu probably started noticing the subtle changes in Takuya and he was intrigue about it. Specially coming from someone that was always surrounded by people he dispised. They never really interacted before, but Sanzu started paying more attention to Takuya, noticing more things about him, like how Takuya was actually shy and sweet behind that quiet appearence. And yeah, maybe a part of him felt indentified with that, he could understand having to act quiet to hide yourself better than anyone. For some reason, Sanzu started thinking that maybe they have more in common that it seems at first sight, and we all know he can be a little bit obsessive, so...

At some point, Sanzu aproached to Takuya. He probably created a situation when it could feel almost natural, I personally picture him waiting until Takuya is having some drinks alone (no way he's gonna talk with the other idiots if he can avoid it) and sitting next to him, paying the next round.

Takuya was probably intimidated, with reasons. But at the same time, he was drunk and high and Sanzu is pretty, so damn pretty! So he couldn't and wouldn't resist, it was easy for him to feel flatered by Sanzu's awkward way of flirting (c'mon, he doesn't have social skills, we all know that). And Sanzu? He just told to himself that he was curious, nothing more. Just one night for satisfying his curiosity, that was all. For understanding why on earth he felt that weird attraction towards Takuya.

OBVIOUSLY IT WASN'T ONE NIGHT! 🔥

Mix two pretty boys that are craving for love and affection and a lot of drugs? Recipy for disaster and unhealthy relationship, yey!

The fact Takuya is a submissive person who is numbed by the drugs most of the time and Sanzu has a lot of pent-up agression and is usually high of a mix that includes more estimulants than what Takuya is doing, only leads to unsafe sex where no-one is controlling shit or in the proper state of mind to be aware of how dangerous is what they are doing. What means a lot of next day regrets! 🎉 (extra: Sanzu has a kink with Takuya's neck and is obsessed with the choker, he calls him "pretty neck" on bed. Takuya weakness is Sanzu in high-heels, specially if they are red, I'm not projecting at all on that one, nopes 👀).

Besides sex, there is more to say about their dynamic, don't worry!

Takuya is the type to be sweet and caring, he hides that side of himself inside of Toman but still shows it in his personal life. It wasn't easy for him to feel relaxed around Sanzu and he was afraid of showing his kindness and being mock by the other. But for me Takuya is also an observing person, so I think it didn't took him a long time to realized how wounded is Sanzu, how he actually hates being in his own mind more than anything, how much he craves love, aproval, affection. So he started showing more of his loving side, having small gestures towards the other, always in private. Physical displays of affection in general, but also waking him with coffee, paying attention to his needs or his routine, making sure he felt comfortable even when they slept in Takuya's apartment (that now is always extremely clean only for Sanzu)

And Sanzu? He was melting with all of this. Well, to be fair at the beginning he was baffled, unsure or what to do or how react to someone showing him affection and kindnes, specially since Takuya didn't seem to be expecting anything in return. But once he finally understood it was fine to let Takuya spoil him and treat him like he actually deserved love... Then he was melting. Wakui said Sanzu is the most needy/clingy, so he started to be the one asking (demanding) for affection, wanting to be pampered, resting his head on Takuya's lap and enjoying how he plays with his hair (that's a privilege, he's really protective of his glorious pink hair! It's totally baji's fault)

Do they love each other? Well, that's complicated. Their relationship is not exactly public and they never talked about what it is, always pretending is something casual. It's easier like that (no it's not but they are bad at feelings). Takuya is aware that he's falling more for Sanzu every day, but he's terrified of the other reaction if he actually says the three words, so he hides it. Or tries to, because he pours this love in every small gesture, specially during their lazy mornings, when between the hangover and the guilt Sanzu acts a lot softer, wanting to give Takuya all the after-care he's able to dom

And Sanzu... Well, he wouldn't say he loves loves Takuya (because Mikey exists 😮‍💨), but he admits to himself that he deeply cares about the other. That there is more than atraction, that he enjoys their time together. Affection? A less obsessive love than what he feels for Mikey? He isn't sure and he can't deal with it, so he settles with caring.

Of course, we also need to talk about Mikey's ghost! Sanzu knows Takuya is not Mikey, is not that he's projecting him on the other all the time, it's just... He yearns for Mikey, he can't help it. So, sometimes, Takuya's blond locks make him feel that longing and he can't stop himself to imagine for a few seconds (delusional HaruMai in every timeline, hell yeah!🔥). In counted ocasions, when he's really high and out of himself, he says Mikey's name during sex and pretends to not remember the next morning because he feels too ashamed of it. He remembers more than he wishes, but he feels like shit and can't talk about that, he can't avoid feeling guilty, thinking that Takuya deserves better, deserves somone that is not using him as a replacement. Takuya understanding only adds more fuel to his guilt.

In that ocasions he tends to act distant for a few days, trying to dettach himself, to pretend he doesn't miss Takuya's affection. Until reality comes crushing down on him again and he ends up looking for Takuya, knocking at his door in the middle of the night.

Takuya felt hurt the first few times this cycle happened, but he didn't had the courage to actually confront Sanzu about it. Until one of that nights he saw how broken was Sanzu, he saw a little bit of the pain that the other usually hides from the rest of the world. It was the first Sanzu cried infront of him and the first time he called him "Haruchiyo", earning a surprised look and a weak smile 🥹

Since then, when Sanzu acts like that Takuya gives him space, understanding is not about him, that the other is fighting with his personal demonds.

And... That's it for now because I need to stop myself at some point or this will end up being longer than a fic. Maybe I will add more things in the future! 🙈

And hey, now that I look at it, they are not that terrible for each other if it wasn't for the amount of drugs and the dangerous sex. But hey, there is also love and sweetness and Sanzu needs that, so... Not that bad? 👀

I almost forgot! @lucifugousart is the amazing artist that did a Takuya fanart and is cooking something even better!

(feel free to add your own hc too, Andre! HaruTaku is a collaborative ship 😌)

[riordanverse-madness]

IT'S PRIDE MONTH, THOTS!! 🏳️‍🌈

So, to celebrate this month of love I want to give you some hcs with the RR-verse characters and how they celebrate:

First, let's start with everyone's fav gay couple, Solangelo! They definitely give eachother stupid gifts that the other loves. Like Will gave Nico one of those t-shirts with the gay skeleton (I want one so bad 😭) and Nico gave him those huge ass pride flags for the Apollo cabin (p.s the flag has a huge skelton head in the back that says "Solangelo 4ever", it was definitely not Nico's idea *wink, wink*)

Percabeth goes all out for pride month. Their dorm rooms and Sally's apartment are decorated with lil bi flags and they made rainbow cupcakes that have a diffrent flag on the inside for each of their friends. Also they go to an unholy amount of pride parades. And I think they got possessed one night and tried to dye their hair rainbow and let's just say it turned out like a unicorn puked on them and not in a good way.

I have some ideas of how do CHB and CJ celebrate this pride month and I wanted to put them here, so here we go: CHB is all rainbows during june, like i'm talking rainbow flags everywhere and the Demeter cabin partnered with the nymphs to make little rainbow and pride flags flower arrangements! The Aphrodite cabin makes pins with everyone's sexualty and gender identity (and they include the ally flag) and i feel like they will give whoever wants a make-up look based on their sexualty or gender identity. And if somebody is being homophobic ("WhY dOn'T wE hAve StRaiGht PriDe?") they're life will become a nightmare.

Camp Jupiter is a lil more traditional with festivities, like parades, flags everywhere and whoever likes wears a pin or a lil accessory with their flag(s). The parades are like traditional roman parties and if you've read about the roman parties of the past then you'll get an ideea of what happens. Let's just say everyone is passed out drunk by 9.

PIPER AND SHELL!!! I've been dying for an excuse to make a hc with them and I finally have it * excited noises * . They definitely go to at least a parade a day and they have lots of fun picking out outfits and make-up looks. And, since they're both native american, I think that they both buy eachother traditional clothing and jewlery that has the lesbian flag colors or the rainbow colors. Just like Percabeth, they too, dye their hair rainbow, only they actually know what they're doing.

I don't have anymore ideas rn, but if I do be sure that I will make a part two. Happy Pride!🏳️‍🌈❤️

[fandomfluffandfuck]

lazy drunk, thinking of chris just sending seb the sluttiest lil tit pics, beggin to get them sucked and fucked and made so sensitive…maybe I’m projecting, but it’s so much fun!!

Listen-

I have had this idea in the back of my mind for literal years at this point that I think of as the "rowdy Evans cumming" pile of ideas. That this idea fits perfectly into. Allow me to explain:

I've never been able to articulate the "rowdy Evans cumming" ideas fully (because they short circuit my brain to the point that what comes out is just feral nonsense), but, basically, it's born from the idea of Chris after he's been back in Boston for a while, reacclamating to his environment, off from work, and allowed to get drunk and party a little and eat horribly greasy food but good food. He is having a good™️ time. Plus, he's incognito in order to not get swamped when he goes out, living his life, so... as a bit of a disguise, Chris is letting his hair get longer, he's letting his beard grow, only trimming it when he has to, never shaving it though, so it's nice and thick. His body is thicker, too. That drinking, hangover food, and workouts for ridding himself of his extra energy add up to him being big. Thick.

I'm picturing--

That Chris.

He's in his home city, and he's feeling loose and relaxed, and I would bet money that when he gets that way, he gets loud, and his accent comes out when he starts getting horny.

And you know... it just so happens that beer tends to bring out the horny side of Chris, plus the drunker he is, the more that accent comes out...

So, when he's in the mood and relaxed and loose, he's reckless with it. Words fall out of his mouth so easily. Naughty jokes and innuendos for anyone nearby and whispered lines of filth into his partner's ear (or one-liners blowing up his partner's cell if they're not together in person). His lips always turned up into a lazy, charming grin that speaks of all those dirty thoughts firing through his head. He's only quiet when other people are within earshot. Otherwise, he's loud. He sounds like he's talking someone up for a fucking sports game, not talking someone through taking his dick. He can't help but spread out, too. He takes up space. Leaning back and letting his legs fall open. His hands wrapped around his beer bottle in a lewd way. He will be unstoppably handsy when his partner is within arms reach. And, of course, his eyes. They get darker and darker, more and more heavily lidded until whoever he sets his eyes on, his partner, might burst into flames from just a look.

He's a fucking smoke show.

So. Yes. This Evans is the fucking Evans that does that. The Evans that sends unsolicited (but extremely welcomed) tit pics to Sebastian when drunk in his home city.

Imagine, if you will, Chris being unable to take it anymore. He's hot to the core, and he needs to blow off steam. He has to. Now. So, he's half out the door, about to leave the party to go home and have a party of one (or two, if he can get Sebastian on the phone 👀). But, inspiration strikes before he's really left...

Chris heads to the bathroom.

Every step closer to privacy leaves him more excited for his plans. He feels reckless. He feels like he should get arrested for public indecency. Thank God, everyone else around him is just as tipsy, at least. No one is paying attention to his flush or the way he's a little too hyped to go to the bathroom. Good.

Good.

Chris slips inside the bathroom. Alone. He instantly recognizes that there's a mirror with bright lights around it. Perfect.

Without waiting for anything, Chris locks the door and loosens his belt. He leaves the red, worn strap rest loose around his hips. His dark blue jeans slide down a little, exposing more of his overheated skin. He doesn't give a shit about that, though. He's too interested in untucking his undershirt--a tight, white tank top--from his pants. He lets his flannel shirt stay open, framing his torso, and pulls his undershirt up more. Higher. He tugs and tugs, roughing himself up, until he can grab the hem of the shirt between his teeth because he needs his hands for other activities...

In the mirror, Chris finds himself so flushed from alcohol (and being on the edge, feeling himself) that his hairy chest is pink, not just his face. He heaves in a breath and sighs it out, letting his hands travel up to cup his exposed pecs. Massaging the thick muscle and soft skin overlaid with fuzz. His fingers zero in on his nipples, pinching and twisting them, letting the sparks of pleasure shoot down to pool in his gut and it feeling fucking good as hell, but really, he's playing with himself for the sake of someone other than himself...

Sebastian.

Chris groans a little around the mouthful of fabric he's got, just from picturing his partner. God, he's pretty. Chris can see his face plain as day in his mind's eye. He can see his face when he crumbles in pleasure, wanting him so bad. And, fuck, yeah, he'd fucking love this--he will love this.

Chris gropes himself juuuust a little more, going a little harder, breathing heavier, wetting the fabric of his tank top in his mouth. Making sure his nipples are a little puffy, nice and red, and a lot hard.

He can't wait until he gets home to execute this idea. He needs to do this now. He has to. So he's gonna.

He's gonna--

Chris grabs his phone.

And with heavily lidded, hungry eyes, he holds his phone up to the mirror, capturing himself in an impressively filthy photograph. His baseball cap shadows his flushed face, but it doesn't obscure the lust in his eyes or the way the pink of his cheeks melts into his full beard. And he might have his teeth sunk into his own shirt, holding it up, but his mouth is still visible, too. It's not overshadowed. His upper lip is red and pushed forward, looking wet and swollen. Thanks to his mouthful, his chest is on full display. The open flannel does nothing to hide his tits. His other hand is resting on the edge of the counter to keep himself steady when the world is fuzzy in tipsy and lustful feelings. He's leaning on his hand. Leaning forward. Sticking his chest out. Showing off his tits. (And more, too, his jeans are still riding low on his hips, showing off his treasure trail, Adonis belt, and the ink he has down there.)

His tits.

God, he sees what Seb means when he says that when he looks like this.

His nipples are swollen and peaked with attention. Eager for more. His body hair does nothing to lessen the curves of his chest. His tattoos do nothing but call attention to the full shape. And his pendant necklace dangling between his tits doesn't help either. Not at all.

All he can think about is that necklace hanging in Sebastian's face as he fucks him, or, shit, about Sebastian painting his necklace in cum. Dirtying him up.

Chris snaps a flurry of photos.

Hopefully not all of them are blurry but they might be because he fucking misses Seb's mouth on him--on his nipples and sucking wet kisses to the underside of his pecs--with such intensity that he's shaking a little. He misses Seb's wet, hard dick between his tits, too. He wants him to fuck them again. Slide right in between them and have Chris to hold them together tight and go to town. Losing himself in it. Painting Chris' chest and collarbones and open mouth. Please.

Chris realizes he's said that out loud, around the chunk of shirt between his teeth, slurring, "plllease."

Chris can't hold back anymore.

He sends every. fucking. photo. he took to Sebastian. One after another. He doesn't care if they're all shitty. He needs Sebastian to see what he does to him.

Please.

Chris drops his phone too hard onto the counter in favor of pushing a hand against his cock through his pants. His phone doesn't matter anymore. Chris buckles forward, curling around the pleasure with a groan. His stomach clenches. He's actively getting his shirt wet with drool. It feels so good. Better than it should when he's all alone. He-

"You better not be throwing up in there!" Someone's laughing voice booms, along with their fist on the door. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Chris has to-

Chris has to take a minute 😮‍💨

He might have to run his head under the tap. Cold water.

"'M not!" He answers finally, yelling back.

He's gonna fucking run his face under the water and he's gonna fucking call an Uber and he's gonna fucking get the fuck home.

On the counter, Chris' phone vibrates loudly, moving on the surface with the intensity.

Sebastian.

Chris has to pick up his phone (which is not cracked, fuck yeah), he has to get out of the fucking bathroom of his buddy's house and he has to get the fuck home.

Now.

"SWEETHEART!" Chris shouts over the chatter and music of the party, one hand over his other ear, trying to block out the noise as he stumbles out of the bathroom half a second after he remembered to pull his shirt down and half do his belt up. Public decency. Right.

Sebastian doesn't even make a word at him in response. He just makes a noise. Groaning and impatient and mind-blown.

Anyway-

Can you tell I'm unhealthily obsessed with Chris' chest?

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e6 live episode reaction

okay, holy shit

this episode's gonna have to do a LOT bc last episode was everything good in the world

man, Geoff is so sweet I love him

MR FAROOOUUUKKKKKK MR FAROUK AND HIS LIL FIST BUMPS

not the rugby lads 😭

"I still relapsed two weeks after" oh no

oh no please don't show it

OH THEYRE SJPWING IT DONT FIGHT PLEASE

did he just tell nick to fuck off? oh my god

NOOOOOO

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT TORI AND NICK

9h my god

ohmtmgkd

bro this isn't good

oh my god

"he's seen me at my absolute rock bottom and hasn't run away screaming" AND HE'S NOT GONNA! #FutureHusbands #FutureDads

TEN YEARS IN AND HAVING MARITAL PROVLEMS OH MY GO D

BRO I WAS *KIDDING* WITH THE HASHTAG

geoff is so funny though I love him

OH. OKAY.

"more energy" yeah that's what we're calling it now huh

geoff's knowing look lmfao

bro I love geoff

ELLE IS IG FAMOUS OMG

not a radio interview? oh god

seeing charlie play the drums again has me emo (prob also nick's thought process)

THEYRE SEEING SEXY JACK MADDOX

oh they're kissing

oh they're Kissing™

they're like fr kissing oh my god they're GOING AT IT STOP IT SLUTS

WHAT

"and it's obvious we both want to" okay I am LIVING for this change from the book

WHAT WHAT

WHAT

NO YOU HAVEN'T?

YOU'VE DONE NOTHING

WDYM OVER THE CLOTHES CHARLIE YOU HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING AT THIS POINT

WH A T

it is Incredibly Extremely Hilariously accurate that the one aroace in the group actually wants to hear all the details nskfjsofjdofk most ace people I know are *so* nasty so this tracks so much

TAO I SWEAR

FIERY PASSION STOP ITJFKGJDLGKLDKG

"we've all heard the story" god I know this man called them up the next morning like I'M NO LONGER A VIRGIN

WHY ARE YOU INTERESTED IN CHARLIE'S SEX LIFE AND NOT MINE SKFISIFUSOFUDIGUDOGUFOGIFOGIFIGIDKG

WE KNOW YOU LOVE SEXY TIME

oh my god they're so annoying

but I gotta pause because I need like

a moment

wdym nick and charlie have "not done nothing" like this is a huge deviation from the books. not an unwelcome one but I've been psyching myself up for this because I love them but they're my babies

so hearing this is so..........

like over the clothes is still sex isn't it

like "IT'S NOT LIKE WE'VE DONE NOTHING" CHARLES?

oh..... I wasn't prepared to see the scars

haha ha haha hah ha

PLEASE DON'T BREAK ANYTHING OR BE SICK ANYWHERE KSJFKDFJDKFJDLFJ

"that sounds like a note for imogen" "HOW DID I GET THIS REPUTATION" oh I don't know baby how did you

okay

nick and imogen vs charlie and sahar......... loving this actually

bro nick and imogen being groupies together tho :(

oh mh god babies

O

OH

MICHAEL

MICHAEL HOLDEN

MICHAEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

oh my god

how is that literally michael im in tears

MEOW - MEOW - MEOW

okay elleargentupdates we get it you love your girlfriend

LETS GO ZAHEANEY

"what I do know is I don't wanna keep hurting you" oh baby girl

"you made me realize something pretty big about myself" "I guess I could say the same about you" oh my darlings :(

also is that immy admitting that she's also into girls bc, love that

"we'd be awful together" NO YOU WOULDN'T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER

"I like us better as friends" oh babies

NOT BABY IMOGEN AND SAHAR I'M GONNA CRY BABIES

"is it sustainable? I'm trying to do my bit" JSKFJSKFJSKGJDKGK IMOGEN I LOVE YOU

god I love them I still want them to get together

CHARLIE ISAAC AND TAO ALL DRUNK TOGETHER SKFJDKFUDKFJF

NOT CHARLIE ON NICK'S LAP AAAAAAAA

GOOD 4 U I'M DUIGJFKDJGLDKGLD

joe personally texted olivia for the rights to this song I know it

TORI AND MICHAEL AND THEIR DRINKS IM GONNA LITERALLY RIP MY ARMS OFF

[rips clothes off and runs down the street] SPROOOOOLLLLDDDEEEENNNNNN

oh

'business or politics' yea sounds like imogen

oh Tara baby no

TARA NOOOO Bby

oh my god???

CHARLIE?????????

oh my god charlie is so good

bro nick looking at them with that face..... bro's thinking "yeah that's my future baby daddy"

"that was amazing" "I'm so drunk right now" kskfldjfkdjfkdjgld

"don't ever leave me" "wasn't planning on it" oh man they're gonna wreck me next season

charlie seems so cuddly like this :(

"I've been thinking about something" "what" "you and me" OH DONT SAY IT WHILE YOU'RE DRUNK

WE COULD DO THINGS???

NO HES NOT SAYING IT WHILE DRUNK

"WE COULD HAVE SEX" NOT WHILE YOU'RE DRUNK CHARLES

"I think about it all the time" "yeah, so do I" oh you horny little miscreants

"that was a long time ago" fr it's been almost a year like let's be so serious

NOT WHILE YOU'RE DRUNK CHARLES

yeah nick exactly

oh he's trying to use liquid courage :( charlie no

"OH SHIT" lmao honestly

"and then we were in the kitchen and..." CHARLIE'S PANIC FACE LMAO

TORI AND MICHAEL WAKING NICK AND CHARLIE UP

bro all I want from life is nick/charlie/tori/michael like please give them a sitcom I want all 4 of them and nobody else

"I can make egg on toast. you look like you need egg on toast" responsible parent michael holden

NICK AND CHARLIE LOOKING AT TORI LIKE THAT SKFKDKFJFKF

nick gets to tease her too they've bonded for life! favorite in laws ever!

the way nick looks at them kills me, that man has his eye on them the way he had his eye on tao and elle. he's manifesting

"ready to meet the love of your life?" "you're so jealous right now" kskfksofkdof oh nick baby

oh elle baby

oh

oh wait no

BRO WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS BITCH

"well, your speaker last week was transphobic, then" GO OFF ELLE

what the fuck that was so fuckin nasty

oh elle baby

oh my god elle's parents are the best im gonna cry

oh elle baby

NOT THE COPPER JOKE SKFJDLFKDLFKDLGKD

oh my god that was the single most embarrassing scene I've ever watched

what the fuck that was AWFUL IM DHINGKDKFKDKFLDKFDL

Jskdjslfjsldk NICK

yeah I love you Jonny boy but I'm not gonna be watching that scene again

oh

OH OKAY

OKAYYYY LETS KEEP THIS ENERGY GOING

oh charlie no

oh

HANDS ABOVE WAISTS MISTERS

ohhhh

OH FUCK

oh right. charlie's house. open door policy. horrifying.

but thank god bc charlie was making me so nervous

"you know I really fancy you. infinitely more than jack maddox" broooo

I really love the way they included jack maddox in this episode tho like. as a way to bring up unrealistic body standards and all that shit

"I want you" if that man looked at me like that and said that to me i would literally faint

but yeah, please god not at charlie's house lmao

oh the therapy session :( I love geoff so much he's so sweet

"there's free condoms at reception" lmao oh my god

aw the birbs

god what a fun episode. AND I HAVE MICHAEL NOOOOOWWWWWWWW. I love this show *so* deeply*

[cat-boi-brat-toy]

I'm sooooo fucking tired

I bet if someone snuck into my room tonight they'd be able to tease and edge me, teasing my lil t-dick and slowly stretching out my holes until I was a drippy mess and I wouldn't even stir.

Just imagine it.

Creeping into my room. Maybe you're my daddy, getting home after a long day, eager to get to his favorite toy and take out the frustrations of the day on my ass. Or maybe my roommate, drunk and high from a night of bar hopping with their friends. So out of their mind horny and every thought jumbled, I couldn't exactly blame them if they wanted to warm up their cock with my holes. Or maybe you're a stranger, someone who followed me home, someone who has been biding their time in my yard until they're sure I've gone to sleep and won't notice the back door open.

Whatever the case, I'm sure you'd be able to have a lot of fun using my body before I wake up. Sticking your fingers in my mouth and slowly playing with my tongue while I suck on your fingers instinctively. Pulling the covers down and playing with my body. Pinching and pulling my nipples, slow and steady so as not to wake me, but gradually growing harder. Your hands groping and feeling up my body, squeezing my thighs and tummy hard enough to leave tiny bruises where your fingers had been. All the while grinding your knee slow and gentle against my naked pussy. Your hand slowly dipping between my legs to play with my wet pussy, slipping two fingers between my lips and smearing my juices over my dick before slipping two fingers inside my bussy with ease. "Such a filthy whore.... Already wet and waiting for me, werent you?" You would growl as you started spreading your fingers, twisting and thrusting them deep. Do you think it's cute when I whimper in my sleep while my bussy gets violated by your tongue and fingers? Does it frustrate you? Knowing how good you're making me feel while your cock strains against your jeans?

You could get me tied up face down with a ball gag in my mouth, an item you were all too happy about finding in my drawers, without ever waking me. I had a lot of weed tonight, so I'm very dazed and sleepy, even if I were awake I doubt there'd be anything I could do to stop you from grinding your dick against my pussy, smearing my own juices around until they dropped off your cock and drizzled down, covering my ass in my own fluids.

You'd feel me start to stir as your movements get more careless. The needier you get to fill all my holes with your cum the less you care about waking me up. Perhaps you'd even feel relieved when your fat dripping cock slips into my tight drippy boy cunt and I immediately shoot up in shock and confusion.

"No need to hold back now," your cock throbbing as you heard a whimper leave my mouth. Your fingers finding their way to my mouth as you hook a few fingers in my mouth and pull them apart. Exposing my empty mouth to you would excite you, catching a glimpse of the mouth you'll be nutting in later~ ;)

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Ok, so SOOO much to unpack here, brace yourself. I posted prior on as anonymous 🫥 to get some quick info out, but now I’m really hankering in to unpack.

Ok, so I get it, Gojo definitely has valid reasons to suspect Rinko, but also…

I agree with anonymous (ง'̀-'́)ง, I was ready to fight Gojo (and everyone else who’s an ass to Rinko). Congrats, you have turned a group of Gojo simps to an army of Rinko protectors 🛡️

Anywho, back on point here. Gojo suspecting Rinko was valid because literally everything pointed to her, and while they do communicate to each other often, Rinko has proven to not always share everything because of either Clan shit, or I suspect to keep the barrier of friends with benefits with Gojo.

That said, like, Gojo literally out here claiming she’s his “You’re mine”, like it’s nothing. It’s definitely something, and I get Rinko not addressing in the moment, but she has to question it (Right? 👀)

Also, thank you for representing her feels so eloquently 🥹 as someone who’s recently discovered I have PTSD and panic attacks, and trying to recover from, you handled her own feelings so well! Sometimes reading those experiences can make it hard for myself, but I was able to get through it. So thanks 😊

Well hello! I will also address your anon message in this, so everything is below the cut!! 😊😊

If you're new and HAVEN'T already, you can read Another Level on AO3 :)

I'm pasting your Anon message:

I’m so very impressed with the recent writing of Rinko and Gojo’s life. The way you handled Rinko’s breakdown was true to form of the panic instilling, the body dissociating - all scarily accurate. Literally was screaming at Gojo the entire time to help her breathe by breathing. From my own experience with panic attacks, having a loved one help you through it works wonders (even if you may not want it, you need it). Rinko’s story has found a special place in my heart, and you do her justice in expressing it in your writing. Truly impressed

OKAY.

I will first address the panic attacks and how accurately they are written:

I have had panic attacks for as long as I can remember. I have also had PTSD from past relationships. I recently discovered that I am also autistic 🙃 and 'autistic meltdowns' are often mistaken for panic attacks in undiagnosed people. So, there's that.

I have written about my mental health for a long, long time. Many years. If you'd like, I can share those, but I don't want to make you feel pressured to read them! (also don't want to out myself for how much of myself I've accidentally written into Rinko 👀)

AN ARMY OF RINKO PROTECTORS YES.

I can tell you who will be LEADING that army:

Don't you HURT HIS ADOPTIVE MOM COUSIN.

Gojo staking his claim and what Rinko thinks:

I'm gonna be real with you. Rinko thought almost nothing of him saying that for two reasons: 1) He was drunk. 2) She straight up thinks he is the dumbest man alive.

Rinko genuinely thinks that Gojo is just stupid and doesn't realize that things he says and does send messages of more than being friends.

Why, you ask? Let's take a lil trip down memory lane:

We'll start with this bit from Let Me Know You:

“Friends don’t typically do this,” she said quietly, a small laugh escaping when he pouted. “Unless you’re going to tell me this is how all of your friendships are? Because that’d be very interesting.” That made him laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners, hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her lips to meet his again. Pressing his tongue into her mouth, his other hand went to her shirt again. “I’ll admit this might not be a conventional friendship,” he murmured, unbuttoning the few buttons she’d managed to fasten earlier. “But that’s what makes it fun. We can have sleepovers-”

Then, I Say "Sayonara":

But she couldn’t, she wouldn’t, tell her mother about her ‘unconventional’ friendship with Gojo Satoru. Not the typical friendship, he would always say as he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple or forehead. Such a contrast to how he would spend the next few hours taking her apart in every way he could.

AND THEN, FINALLY, New Memories:

“You know,” she said, reluctantly allowing him to pull her along with him again. “That isn’t exactly how friends-” “Not a typical friendship, baby,” he cut her off. “Now,” he paused, grabbing her by the waist and warping them to her apartment. “Get changed.”

I'm going to write an Author Discussion once we've gotten through (Please) Prove Me Wrong, so that will break down quite a bit and hopefully answer some of your other questions!! 😊😊

Full disclosure: Gojo's POV was never meant to be as big of a deal as it's become, and I am struggling to write it rn 🙃🙃🙃

Thank you for reading and sending these TWO amazing asks 🥹💕

[onsunnyside]

I'm so glad you are having fun!

Could we hear something about the bestfriend curtis & ari? <3

thank you bestie and yes ofc !! prepare yourselves, this is basically a whole fic:

ok so i was thinking something like: at first, you were just Nat's best friend, then you got adopted by the whole group, and perhaps developed a little crush on Ari and Curtis (the certified plugs and rugby boys, built like tanks). you've seen them around since you have mutual friends, but you've never spoken more than a sentence or two to them (let's be honest, they're very intimidating). It's Nat's birthday so everyone goes clubbing and what do you know... you're running late so Nat sends Ari and Curtis to pick you up 😳 cue the awkward car ride.

the night ends at Nat's house and oh no, all the beds are taken? That's okay, Ari and Curtis offer to make some room on the tiny futon in the living room. you say, "I don't want you to sleep on the floor," so it's good that they manage to squeeze with you in between. now you're all cozy and snug between two beefy fellas, still drunk and high and trying but failing to pay attention to the movie on the television. you keep rocking your hips and shifting around, unable to forget how they passed you around in the club, kissing you senselessly and grinding against you.

Curtis' hand slips to your thigh, "you just can't sit still, huh?"

You shake your head, whining pathetically into his shoulder. "S-Sorry... I get horny when I'm high." Your body has a mind of its own and rocks into his hand, keeping it snugly against your clothed folds. "Please don't make me stop."

Rough fingers pinch your chin and turn you the other way, Ari's shaded eyes meet yours. "Where do you want my hand, baby?" You don't hesitate to bring his hand to your throat and he smiles, "atta girl. Quit being mean and touch her, Curtis."

so they play with you, Curtis rubs over your panties, telling you to make a big mess for them while Ari experiments with his grip on your neck, and spits into your wide-open drooly mouth. but poor little you, you're too tired !! too sleepy from partying for so long and it catches up to you. they chuckle as you go slack, quiet breaths puffing from your swollen lips. they get you all tucked in and not to be a total whore but... they kiss you goodnight.

You wake up trapped between them, your leg hooked over Curtis' thighs and Ari snug behind you. one thing leads to another and Ari asks if you want to continue, but you have different things in mind: "Can I taste you instead?"

so you kneel between his legs, still a lil drunk/high and mouth against his bulge, "I've never done this before..." you confess, pouting up at him, "can you teach me?"

and he does: "You can lick the tip, just get used to the taste." "T-That's good, yeah, you're doing great, baby." "Spit on it, I like it messy." He groans softly, his hips jerking when your saliva lands on the head before you smear it with your tongue. he wasn't expecting you to ask about his sack, "can I kiss you there too?"

Your nose rubs against his base, "you're s-so big. I love it." He doesn't hold back his moans as you suckle his balls, slobbering all over him, "Know you do—bet you're soaked, huh? Reach a hand down there and tell me how wet you are."

after he cums on your face and you leave to go clean up ("should I brush my teeth?" "Just rinse with water."), he lies back in contentment. "You can stop pretending now. She's gone."

Curtis' eyes shoot open and he grumpily flips around, "you could've tried to be quiet."

"And make her think I wasn't enjoying myself? No thanks."

i also had a few thots about dry-humping, some "better be quiet" fooling around in a washroom, and ofc naughty sexting 🌚

[ykwrites]

Confused- Sakusa x reader.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader.

Warnings: None.

Rating: SFW.

Requests: Closed.

MASTERLIST

''How was your day?''

''Fine'' you responded, dry, not really invested in the conversation your brother tried to have.

He was insistent, too much, set on finding out how your date with one of his best friends went.

However, you didn´t want to talk about it, because it went (as you predicted before it happened) terribly. At first, your wanted to rub it in his face, point out how dumb of him it was to set you up with a friend of his that you already knew didn´t like you at all, but in the end, you didn´t have the heart or energy to do that.

''Come on, give me something!''

Your brother kept pushing, following you all the way into your room, even sitting on your bed while you gathered a towel and some clean clothes to take a shower.

''Atsumu, shut up''you said, closing the bathroom door and hearing a very whyny complaint on the other side.

''You are so boring''

The rest of his stupid rambling was finally muffled when you opened the hot water. As soon as it hit your skin, you remembered.

''When you take a shower, the water should be hot enough to kill all germs properly'' Sakusa said, trying to make conversation in a very cold and distant manner, the mask on his face making it impossible for you to decipher if he was joking.

''Was he calling me dirty?'' you thought.

Why in the hell did Atsumu set you up on this date? and why did it bother you so much that it was bad when you didn´t even care about Sakusa´s existence before?

Sure, you knew about him, he hung out with your brothers constantly, but he rarely looked at you or even spoke more than saying ''hello''. It was weird when Atsumu started asking if you wanted to go on a date with his friend out of the blue.

At first you thougt he was talking about Oikawa, because that guy sure was flirty and wanted to get with everyone and everything. But it obviously wasn´t.

''He likes you but he´s a pussy''he explained, seeing your look of disbelief ''Give him a chance, he´s a great guy!''

''I don´t know, and I doubt he even knows who I am''

''Trust me, he knows''Atsumu shook your arm, annoying as always '' I'm telling you to go because I want the best for you, and I think you two would make a great pair!''

Atsumu probably got drunk and had a dream about his friend saying he liked you.

Honestly, if Sakusa did like you, he had a strange way of showing it. The whole date, he just shot a few hygene facts and listened with uninterested gaze when you told him about something random to try and lighten the mood, not recieving more than a nod in response.

About half an hour passed, filled with the same useless overthinking. Thankfully, Atsumu gave up and went to bed before you retrieved back to your room.

While getting some clothes ready for the next day, your phone buzzed.

From: Sakusa.

''Sorry if the date was boring''

Huh?

From: Sakusa.

''I had fun''

Was he serious?

To be polite, you responded

To: Sakusa

From: Y/n

''It´s okay''

That´s it, you didn't know what else to say, deciding to turn off notifications and just go to sleep.

''Hey lil sis''you heard Osamu entering the room as soon as you closed your eyes,

Of course, peace in your house... not an option. At least it wasn´t Atsumu this time.

As always, your calm and more gentle brother quietly closed the door behind him and turned on the small light on your nightstand, standing next to the bed until you moved and let him lay beside you.

''Are you okay?''he asked.

''Mhm, why?''

''I don´t know, you looked upset earlier''

''I´m not upset'' lies.

''Was the date really that awful?''

''Kinda''

''He was dry and boring, right?''your brother chuckled.

''He barely spoke''

''I figured that would happen''

''Why did you let me go on a date if you knew?''jokingly, you pushed him.

''Because he likes you, and honestly I thought you would like him back''

''Samu, that guy is lucky he is hot, there´s nothing else appealing about him''

''Come on, don´t say that''he laughed ''He´s a great guy, and you lil sis, probably intimidate him''

''Let me tell you I was so nice the entire time''

''Don´t doubt it''

''He just... annoyed me, standing there all stoic'' you rambled ''he was not interested in anything about me and ignored my questions when I tried to know something about him''

''Oh, I know why you are upset now''

''Spill it, smart ass''

''You think he is hot''he started, lifting a finger in front of your face before you could interrupt ''don´t deny it, you said it yourself''

''Bah''huffing, you rolled your eyes.

''It annoys you that he´s hot and you went there with the idea that he liked you... but he acted the opposite'' your brother explained ''you probably got a lil excited before the date, making other scenarios in your head''

''I will remind you that I didn´t even like him before Atsumu started trying to get us together''

''You didn´t?''

Shit.

Abort mission, let's hope that Osamu doesn´t continue.

''So you do like him now?''

Fuck.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore” turning around, you gave him the cold shoulder.

“Y/n, the guy likes you, he’s just weird about these things”

“He sent me a text saying he had fun, I don’t know how”

“Come on, he’s trying so hard”your brother laughed “I bet he will ask you out again”

“And I’ll refuse”

“Just go and make out or something, he’ll loosen up”

“Why are you telling me that? You are my brother, ugh!”

“Well, you can do whatever you want, sis”

Osamu left you alone after that, leaving the room, and you fell asleep tired of such useless overthinking.

To be honest, if Sakusa liked you and you liked him back, it really didn't matter, because there was no chemistry there. Having a relationship or simply getting to know each other, includes talking and being interested in general, wich seemed impossible coming from him.

Morning rolled around, your brothers already making a fuss and fighting downstairs while screaming for you to come and have breakfast with them.

The sun on your face was bothering you enough to turn around and grab your phone so you could check if any of your friends had woken up yet.

Well, there was only one text on your screen,

From: Sakusa.

''I would like to see you again, please tell me when you are available''

''Maybe this evening?''

Choosing not to respond yet, you made your way downstairs, phone in hand to text your best friend and tell her how bizarre this situation was.

''Y/n!''Atsumu yelled.

Instead of complaining or screaming back, you got inside the kitchen walking almost blindly until you sat on your usual stool, eyes fixed on the phone.

Weirdly, your brothers didn´t say anything, complete silence filled the room for a couple minutes, and just when you were about to ask what their deal was, you got it.

Standing there next to Osamu, Sakusa bowed lightly to greet you and you could swear your heart almost skipped a beat, seeing him without his mask and his cheeks adorned with a faint blush.

''Good morning, Y/n''he said, voice deep and sweet.

''Oh, hello''what a stupid response.

''I invited him over for breakfast''Osamu spoke, patting his friends' shoulder.

''Mhm''you uttered, trying not to seem nervous.

While you pretended to be casual and calm (texting your friend in all caps, panicking) the boys made conversation about some boring volleyball game.

''Well, I have to open the restaurant, so I´ll get going''Osamu spoke patting your head.

Great, now you were left with chaos and Sakusa.

''Wait! I´ll help you''Atsumu ran after Osamu before you could even register that they were purposefully leaving you alone with their friend.

Apalled, you looked up at him, thankfully he looked just as shocked. Poor guy had his mouth full of toast and swallowed too quickly.

Cute.

''I'm sorry for my brothers, you know how they are'' you spoke, trying to make things less awkward.

He cleared his trhoat and cleaned his face with a napkin before responding.

''Don´t worry''

Aaaaaaaand silence, painful silence.

Honestly, it was almost infuriating how good he looked and how uninterested he seemed to be. Confused was the best word to describe how you felt, because this guy had asked you out again just hours earlier and now that he was in your kitchen, he didn´t say anything or looked at you for more than two seconds at a time.

''Sakusa''you spoke, calling him.

''Hm?''he looked up, face emotionless.

''Do you like me?''

How bold.

Again, he cleared his throat.

''Yes, I thought I was obvious''

At least he said it to your face.

You contained yourself, squinting your eyes at him to try and find any sing of nervousness.

''Great''crossing your arms, you leaned back ''You have a terrible way of showing it''

''I'm aware''he looked down scratching the back of his head ''It's hard, you make me really nervous''

Well, he didn´t express much, but he was clearly making an effort?

A sudden hint of bravery came over you, and in seconds, you were standing right in front of Sakusa, so close his back bumped against the kitchen counter and he looked away in shock.

''Sakusa, look at me''you demanded.

And he did, the look on his eyes almost making you backtrack.

''Sorry, you are too close''

''Does it bother you?, I can move''your voice sounded daring.

''I...you don´t have to''

Oh, this was new. You took a step back, not too long but enough to visibly see his muscles relax.

''Did you ask my brother to set us up on a date?''

''Yes''

''Why?''

''Because I didn´t want to face rejection''

''I guess that makes sense''

''Why did you accept?''

''I was curious and I thought Atsumu wanted to play a dumb prank''

''I see, so you don´t like me''

''Honestly? At first I was so annoyed, wondering why you wanted a date but showed zero interest'' you started.

''Did I give you that impression? I'm sorry''he said, finally expressing some sort of emotion ''I listened to everything you said in detail''

''Don't worry about it, I probably didn´t put much effort either''

''I´m guessing your response to my text will be no''

''Maybe''

Okay, now you were being a brat.

''Maybe?''he asked, lightly raising an eyebrow.

''I do want to go, but you have to be relaxed this time and actually have fun, I´m not going to attack you or anything''you explained.

''Oh, okay''

There was something in his eyes now, a hint of enjoyment of some sort. His lips showed a smug smile that made your heart swell instantly.

''I´ve seen you interact with my brothers for years, just pretend you're hanging out with them''

''That would be weird''he chuckled.

Ugh, he was cute as hell.

''Why?''

''Because I don´t want to kiss your brothers, it's not the same''

Wow, what a sudden change.

The phrase was stupid, a reach even, but you couldn´t help but blush and huff right after, annoyed that such a simple thing made you nervous.

''Who says you are going to kiss me?''you challenged.

''I didn't say that I will, I said that I want to''the smartass tone in his voice made you want to punch him and also devour his lips.

''Oh, shut up''

''I mean, I can''somehow in the cutest fucking way possible, he put his arms up showing he wanted peace and then, smiling, he looked at you side eyed and dropped a bomb ''You can shut me up yourself''

This guy definitely wanted to make you go feral, and he was so fucking smart about it too.

So, in an effort to control the situation and win, you did shut him up, so unexpectedly that he took a couple seconds to register that your lips were on his. Eyes open and hands still in the air until he realized.

Kissing Sakusa was exciting, fresh, slow but so damn good. He smiled into the kiss, making you do the same when his hands rested on your hips.

''You should've kissed me yesterday''you said, looking up at him with a pout.

''I didn´t know that you liked me back, I was nervous''he responded, laughing.

''Well, now you do''

''So, date later?''he was having too much fun with this.

''Let me think about it''you joked, kissing him again.

[onlyseokmins]

cold hands, warm heart • l.s.m.

ok but i've always associated seokmin with warmth just bc of his personality and bc i want to believe he'd be absolutely delicious to cuddle with 😳

but like now i'm thinking what if he's like me? what if his hands are super cold. like you know the saying "cold hands, warm heart"? hm, ok, so stick w/ me. also idk what came over me. sorry! lmk if i need to add warnings cuz I'm just too lazy rn this is messily written hahaaa also here are some great pics (that aren't mine) thx to the bestie wife to quell your thirst and love (forgive) me for this :D also i have more thx to her (she's better than google lbr) so you can just ask us nicely ig :3 now i go back to finishing smth w/ mingyu 🤪 minors dni I'll eat you 😠

it's always a jolt to the system when his fingers touch any part of your body. some occasions are better than others, like when you're hot during the miserable summer days. he might be the worst bed buddy during winter (like let's not even talk about his cold feet under the blankets 😭) but ofc there are methods to dull the chilling sensation.

sometimes it's licking his fingers like a popsicle, swirling your warm tongue around his icy fingertips until he deems they are good enough to properly touch you. this prolly goes on for longer than needed. but when he's praising you the whole time, telling you how good you are for him and running his other hand down your cheek, it's hard not to suck on that one too.

but if he's feeling a lil mean, he's sliding a cold, long finger into any one of your warm holes with zero remorse. zero preparation. it doesn't matter how much you whine, if you're too whiny he's just gonna keep shoving another one in until you're completely filled up. by then his fingers will be nice and warm, he reckons.

occasionally you're concerned. like for his health. you ok, buddy? can he even feel his fingers? what if he has hypothermia or smth. ofc seokmin finds it endearing cuz there's always an easy excuse to hold hands. likes how you admire the veins decorating them.

if he's feeling a lil feisty, he'll slot one between your thighs when you're out with friends. not too indecently. just one hand casually splayed out on your thigh, the friend group making fun of his "possessiveness".

they tease how you're trembling faintly, familiar with seokmin's ice-cold hands on a number of rude pranks. you giggle along ofc to save face. mumbling smth abt how you're his personal handwarmer and everyone laughs at how cute the two of you are. Unbeknownst at how you actually do it.

bc you're recalling every other time his hand has been there. how it's trailed up to touch your clit. rub your folds. you're already aching and he hasn't done a single thing. but he knows. squeezing ever so gently, smiling at you innocently but you see that lil mischievous lip bite.

you know he's gonna take you home, hand never leaving that position the whole way back in his car. maybe he'll torture you even further by deciding to take the public transportation bc he's "too drunk" even though everyone has not seen him take a single sip of alcohol.

but he's definitely drunk on you. when you hide your face in his neck as his other hand slides under your blouse and you can already feel the goosebumps and your nipples perking up. it's a good thing you're wearing a padded bra or the nice old granny complimenting what a pretty couple you make is gonna think you're a pervert.

seokmin's not gonna do anything that exposes the two of you too much. he keeps his hand hidden down by your back, letting you smile and talk to the sweet old lady the whole ride home. no one notices how you're slightly shifting in your seat, pressed up as close as can be to his side when he naughtily cups your ass.

he only responds with polite hums and nods, a blinding smile when needed in the conversation. too busy dreaming about how wet your pretty lil cunt will be when you arrive at home. wondering if he'll be able to control himself long enough to undress and make it to the bedroom. he thinks not when he sees how much you're wobbling once you get off at the stop and you're not even wearing heels.

teasing you how he hardly did a thing. and you're just cutely glaring like you'll actually get mad at him. as if you could. bc he treats you so so nicely, instantly sliding into you the minute the door's closed to your cozy lil apartment. filling you up just like you wanted hours ago. thank god his dick is never cold.

it's sweet torture. at the restaurant, the barely-there-but-totally-enough foreplay, and the way he makes you feel so full. humiliatingly flattered when he lets out a swear word as you gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, one finger in his mouth as he's pounding into you below. his other hand is clasped with yours, gently squeezing and truly intimate while the one that was in your mouth obscenely departs with a trail of saliva connected. the both of you groan when he uses another finger, one that's not warmed by you and bitterly cold, to rub against your clit.

he loves the lil hiss from your lips that are swollen from kissing and biting. adores the saturating wetness and heat that meets his fingertips below. mind-blown when you accept his finger back into your mouth to lick your own juices off of it.

you're perfect in every single way to him and he tells you in a low voice. praise upon praise falls from his lips until you shut him up with a hard kiss as you clench just as hard around his cock. letting him know with a breathless whisper that he's just as perfect. that sets off his release in you, a different warmth painting your insides. With a chuckle, he claims that he's just lucky. lucky to be with you.

his hands and feet are cold even after a hot shower. you grumble and complain that he is lucky you love him when he snuggles close, cuddles be damned if he's just gonna be an ice teddy bear. but there's no pushing away when he suggests you warm him up again and again and again.

yeah but don't worry, there's no way you're touching his feet up. ever.

onlyseokmins: cold hands, warm heart 2022 ©