#I'm going to apologize nope

[flor-de-un-salon-viejo]

sorry but the first time i saw his image in the trailer i was like meh now that i see him in the game and i heard him talk and i was like

[samwinchesterthewitch]

but can we talk about how excited Dean is to have his brother back in the first episode???

he doesn't tell Sam it's him because he wants to spar with his baby brother. he tells Sam he doesn't wanna do this alone. he looks over at Sam while the girls in the diner are talking way before Sam looks at him, and then he looks again so that they're looking at each other.

it seems like he takes any excuse to touch Sam, even if it's just smacking him. he keeps asking if Sam wants anything to eat and offers to pay for it. he lets Sam know he's 'super' with a little ok hand because his baby brother's worried and he's gotta both reassure him and make him laugh.

he acts like a rejected date when Sam says he's gotta go home. "yeah. whatever, i'll take you home." like he's trying not to get into another argument but he still has hopes Sam'll say yes with that "we made a great team back there". and then pretends to believe Sam when he says he'll catch up later.

Dean's desperation in the pilot is just so obvious and endearing to me. i literally can't watch it and NOT think about how toxic and obsessive and controlling this man's gonna get, and think about finale Dean admitting he would drive by Stanford with John to check up on Sam, ESPECIALLY when he tells Sam "in two years i haven't bothered you once"

i just

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What happened to you? You got jaded about your twdg posts?

What happened? *shrug* Life, probably.

Honestly, I've been pretty jaded about TWDG for a while, mostly when it comes to the fandom and a lot of my old work. It's been freeing to not feel compelled to be here and constantly posting like I used to. I show up when I want, post what I want, and I've stopped caring what people might say or feel. That's definitely had an impact on what I do post these days.

Like... we've talked about everything, y'know? I've answered the same asks over and over again, we've discussed everything, and there's nothing new to talk about. Except for the comics. Hence why I'm mostly talking about that. Hate 'em all you want, but it's new and more fun to talk about than answering "what do you think happened to Christa?" for the hundredth time.

Even with Louis there just isn't anything more I can say about him. I've said it all. There's nothing new I can say. He's still my boy, I love him. But I can only write so many essays talking about his vote, or why he and Clementine are my favorite couple, or why he's my favorite character in TWDG. I know I always give y'all the ol' "Oh one day I'll write that Louis character analysis" but I've already done it. It's just spread out all over my blog.

I've talked about the burnout I experienced while running this blog a couple years ago when I was doing themed nights, writing fics and analyses, all that. As in the burnout was severe and I've only recently gotten back into creative writing and have been able to stick with it. And I'm not writing TWDG fics anymore.

After spending so much time away, I've gone back and looked through a lot of my old stuff on ao3 and I see it all through different eyes.

It's a complicated feeling to be like "I'm proud that I wrote this much and that people liked my stories, that's a feeling I'll always cherish" but also feeling "I hate everything I wrote for TWDG, how did any of you tolerate me?" at the same time. While I have a lot of positive feelings about my fics, I've become very critical of that stuff and have many negative feelings about [with you] in particular that tend to overshadow the good a lot of the time.

And I feel bad about that. [with you] was my most popular story but I made bad choices that prevented me from finishing it, and now it's discontinued and a lot of people are pissed at me for that and they're not shy about letting me know... well, actually they are shy; they always tell me on anon. But I feel bad about letting my readers down but I'm also not going to force myself to do something I don't want to do.

So... yeah, I'm jaded about TWDG and my content. There's nothing new to talk about, I'm not writing anymore TWDG fanfiction. I'm happy to talk about the Clementine comics, I answer asks, and occasionally I do get the itch to write about something else, but I've moved on. The creative writing I'm doing right now is for a Dragon Age fic and I'm trying to learn from my mistakes from my TWDG stuff to not repeat them with this. I have a DA side blog that I have posts planned for. That's about it.

[that-one-poison-trainer]

hey sorry I was pretty quiet all day yesterday I was figuring out how to download Mario The Music Box, might live blog myself playing it honestly

[mrfoox]

Now, I have an diagnosis that affects my social skills but I am always making jokes for health care workers

[lilacqiqis]

A/N:Uwaaa first actual post on this blog!! I'm excited and hopefully you guys (3 people) will like it <3-Mod Lilac

Hair playing (ft. Naruto, Kakashi, Hinata, Itachi, Sasuke. GN!reader)

tw: none

More under the cut

🌙 It's no shock that Naruto loves being affectionate in every way possible, having his hair played with is one of his favorite activities!

🌙 Pat your lap and he'll get the signal instantly, rushing up to you and putting his chin on your thighs with that iconic smirk.

🌙 Give his scalp a few scratches, it's comforting to him. His hair is oddly soft despite him seeming like he has a shitty hair routine... Wonder what his hair care routine is? "Heheh, I don't really have a routine... I just dip my hair in the hot springs and call it a day!" Maybe the hot springs has some kind of magic imbued in it?

🌙 Sometimes, Naruto will play around with your hair. He's a goof, and ends up messing up your hairstyle or tugging too hard... He'll apologize with a crooked smile, so don't get too mad at him <3

🌻 Kakashi doesn't mind it when you play with his hair. It's nice, actually. Reading his book while you run your fingers through his gray locks... It's a peaceful moment he'll cherish.

🌻 He'd also like if he was pressed between your thighs while you played with his hair, so do the man a favor and indulge him a little. It's nothing inherently sexual... Kakashi just likes your thighs.

🌻 He loves falling asleep on your lap while you mess with his hair. Perhaps you can take his vulnerable sleeping state to pull down his mask... Nope. He'll catch your wrist and stop you before you get the chance to. Perhaps he has a special sixth sense for that...

🌻 Sometimes, Kakashi will tie your hair for you (if it is long enough to tie). It's a small act of affection, but it's sweet regardless. He isn't exactly one to play with your hair often, but sometimes he'll grab a strand while you're talking and twirl it between his fingers.

🦋 Hinata is such a sweet girl, letting you do what you want as long as it makes you happy. And if playing with her hair makes you happy, then she's more than willing to sit down and let you run your fingers through her hair.

🦋 She doesn't mind at all if you randomly play with her hair, she's glad you like her hair so much! Who wouldn't though? Her hair is silky and long, absolutely gorgeous. She takes extremely good care of it and her hair has a soft scent of lavender.

🦋 If you ever asked, she'd help you do your hair. Hinata enjoys brushing your hair, but if you prefer it messy she's fine with that too.

🦋 Tie her hair and do different hair dos! She'll love it, a pink hue on her cheeks as you braid or curl her hair. Even if you suck at it, Hinata will try to compliment you regardless on your skills.

🌹 You want to play with Itachi's hair? Go right ahead, darling. If it makes you happy... Itachi is happy too. He'll untie his hair and crouch down to lay his head on your lap, letting you do as you wish.

🌹 The look he gives you while you run your fingers through his strands is so... Soft. He enjoys your touch, being as touch starved as he is. He'll run circles on your thigh with his hand, giving you the sweetest smile.

🌹 Let him pamper you as well, he loves taking care of you and making you feel good. Itachi will return the favor with soft kisses as he motions for you to lay in his lap.

🌹 King of scalp massages, the way he runs his hands through your hair is comforting, he doesn't care if your hair is crunchy either the man persists. Please don't tell him no, he's just so eager to make you comfortable and happy, it makes him twice as joyful. But if you really don't like it he'll stop, not wanting to go against your wishes.

🌱 "What? No, don't touch my hair."

🌱 Proceeds to get mad when you say it's okay. Sasuke really expects you to pressure him so he can pretend he hates it 😭. If you do pressure him however he'll grumble and say "Fine. I'm only letting you do this because you'll just keep pestering me."

🌱 Acts uninterested as you play around with his hair, but he is ecstatic on the inside. He won't admit that ever, not even to himself, but this makes him feel extremely comfortable.

🌱 I don't see Sasuke as the type of person to play with your hair, and he's probably refuse if you asked him to. What a spoiled boy... Don't worry, he'll get more soft as time goes on.

[bunny-jpeg]

just behave mrs. riley

simon "ghost" riley

cw: smut/pwp, brat!reader, brat taming & training, masturbation, teasing, bondage, dom/sub dynamic, cumming inside (but not penetrative sex), dirty talk, wife!reader

bunny says: reblogs & comments are always appreciated!

there were two things that simon loved during his off-time. and that was a cold pint and having his missus get his cock wet. while that wasn't what he did all the time, they were his two favourite things to indulge in when not on deployment.

so why then, why was his sweet little mrs. riley, being such a goddamn brat. when he came home from a three month mission, he wanted to have a nice sunday roast, a proper pint and the feeling of his cock being smothered by your pussy.

"love."

you shook your head, "nope!" you were propped up against the headboard with your arms crossed. your brows were furrowed.

simon crawled onto the bed and took your arms away from your chest, "next time. we'll go together, and i will get you whatever you want. i'm sorry, i should've told you i was in japan for a mission. i just was so busy, i didn't have time."

"you could've easily gotten anything. there's stuff everywhere!" you frowned at him.

"i know, i know." simon was apologetic. but the mission was tough and he was out of the cities so it wasn't exactly possible. he knew that you loved your sanrio and the those other little things you collect.

"fuck you, riley." you spat.

simon took you by the jaw, that was enough. the man apologized enough times already and made enough promises. it was time for you to stop acting like a brat. he said, "hey! no need to be usin' that language, love. i said i was sorry."

you tried to bite him and simon shook your head like a dog. you whined and tried to get out of his grasp. you eventually pulled away and stuck your tongue at him.

simon huffed, "alright, sunshine. enough of that." then got up off the bed. he hated to admit that he liked when you acted out, because that he meant that he could react to you.

that meant stripping you down to nothing and tying your wrists to the metal rod headboard. he was very good with rope, all those years of learning hot to tie knots.

"si!"

"no."

"si!"

he shook his head as he took his heavy cock out of his sweat pants. he wasn't going to give what you wanted. brats got punishments and for you that meant being bound while simon jerked off to your pretty body.

you squirmed a little bit at the sight of his cock. he was knelt beside you, his hungry gaze on your nude body. you felt hot all over and wanted his cock buried in you. months apart had you yearning for your husband, you brattiness was only an extension of the need you had for your lover.

simon started to jerk himself off, but paused for a moment to stick two fingers into your mouth to get them wet enough for him to spread across his cock to get a little lubrication.

you whined, "simon!"

"you're such a little bitch, you know that right? you know how much you complain about so much. a good wife is meant to be there for her husband and make sure he's doing alright. but not you. you are a greedy little brat. you only have one thing on your mind, while i got something else in mind. i wanted a nice cold pint, a good game of football and my girl licking my cock. better yet keeping it warm in her pretty pussy." he rambled between pants as he continued to stroke his cock.

his eyes were on your pretty tits, the softness of your body, the faces you made as you were teased by the sight of your husband's cock. his words made you feel hot all over. you felt like dancing on a knife's edge.

"my wife. my cum-dump." he growled, he was fisting his cock with a feverish lust. he loved when you were being a brat, because he got to punish you. he got to push his pretty girl to her limits.

your face felt hot from his words, but between your legs was fairly wet. your core throbbed with a need, but there was no escaping his well tied knots.

"you want your pretty cunt pumped full of cum. you love the sight when it leaks out because you can't even do that right. make sure it stays inside of you, that's what a wife does."

"shit. simon. ah. please, fuck me."

"no can do, love." he said with a shake of his head. he could feel sweat on the nape of his neck, "no, no, no. you need to learn." he pushed his cock up against your side, letting the pre-cum stick to your skin, "you've been a bad girl, love. i love ya to bits, but you gotta be a good woman for me. i can't have ya actin' like a brat."

you panted, you felt hot all over with lust even though he wasn't directly fucking you. you pulled against your binds and wiggled your hips in a pathetic attempt to get your husband to fuck you.

he continued to stroke his cock at the sight of you. the little temptress you were, you made his fat cock ache. he was certain he got breeder balls because of his need to want to breed you. but, before he could do that he needed to get the brat out of you.

it'll take time, but he believed in his capabilities.

he groaned heavily, a steady stream out of his mouth as his cock leaked pre-cum all over his fist. he could feel himself grow closer to orgasm.

"i like ya all tied up." he admitted, "finally settling down and letting me do what i have to do. you're so pretty, i picked the best bird i could get my hands off." he made a slight face as his grip on his cock staggered.

"mmm, simon."

"yeah that's it, pretty girl. just how i like ya. next time i'll give ya what you want. but for tonight, you have to take your punishment."

the words made you pussy ache for him.

he knew he was close, he held onto the pleasurable feeling as he grabbed your legs tightly and slotted his cock in your sweet pussy. he gave it a few strokes before he spat his cum into your sweet pussy.

he took your face once more and said, "there, that's your souvenir from japan. now quit your whinin'."

cum oozed out of you, while he got to enjoy your tight heat. you didn't get enough time to get pleasure in return. you whined and squirmed against the binds.

simon got on top of you once more, his legs braced on either side of your body. he jerked his cock near your face. now that his swimmers were stuck in your womb, now it was time to mess up that pretty face. you just had to be a good girl, mrs. riley. <3

[lix1nyu]

not giving him kisses w/ xiao, wanderer, and tartaglia

in which you decide to tease him. gn!reader

established relationship, fluff, kissing

a/n: i saw an instagram reel and had to do this with them! hope nobody's done this already. not proofread sorry 🙏🙏

xiao's head rests between your collarbone and your chin, his chest rising and falling in time with yours. a view always soothes him, whether it's you, or the sun setting below qingyun peak.

it is moments like these that he especially cherishes, when you two sit in comfortable silence. when he's feeling brave, he'll peck your lips quickly, and then go right back to using you as a pillow.

xiao feels brave today. he removes his head from its comfortable spot and his fingertips graze your cheek, aiming to place his lips on yours, but you lay a hand over his heart gently.

"...what?"

confusion is cute on him, but you kind of feel bad about what you're about to do.

"um, yn?"

you just smile innocently.

xiao's expression droops visibly. his hand falls from your face, and he starts to turn away, ears red.

"nooo," you instantly say, giving a small guilty laugh. setting a hand on his jaw, you tilt his head back to you and kiss him, gently and apologetically.

xiao has a tiny frown on his face, eyes avoiding yours. "why'd you do that..?" he asks softly.

"i'm sorry," you say, and you kiss him again. "it was just a prank."

he scowls then. "tch, i thought you didn't want me to kiss you anymore or something."

you grab his shirt collar and pull him to you, to prove him wrong.

"'m sorry," you mumble again. "i love youu." he puts his head back on your shoulder, tracing the lines of your palm.

xiao hums in response to your apology. two minutes later, he connects your mouths again, tasting sweet with a trace of almond tofu.

two minutes later he does it again.

and again.

you won't be going back to liyue harbor any time soon.

you pull something new on him almost every week.

this time, you walk up to wanderer sitting on the couch and boldly put your hand on his neck, leaning in until you're breathing the same air. one leg is on the couch next to to him and the other rests on the floor.

his eyes dart between yours and your lips, evidently confused but not complaining. hands find their way to your middle.

you lean in like you're about to kiss him, but just when he's about to meet you halfway...

wanderer stares at you when you just get up off of him, but he pulls you by your waist back down. you tumble onto his lap, with his scrutinizing gaze above.

"what do you think you're doing?" he asks in his signature no-bullshit voice.

"sorry," you say cheerfully. "prank." you decide to snuggle into his shoulder instead.

"tsk..." he flicks your forehead. "you and your silly pranks. you beg for my kisses all the time, but you try to pull this on me?"

you roll your eyes. "so can i have a kiss?"

"nope," wanderer says haughtily, "you had your chance!"

so you give him your best pout, playing with his hand in yours until he gives in.

mr king of snark grumbles, "fine, i guess you can have a kiss..."

his lips are warm, unlike the cool hands on your waist. just when you start prodding for entry with your tongue, wanderer pulls away.

"nope, that was all you get."

"whaaat! baby, i said sorryyy..."

"nope."

of course, he relents later. the man would do anything for you, after all.

"okay, baby, you've gotta go to work!"

he doesn't budge.

"baby. you're gonna be late."

tartaglia rests his face on his palm, elbow propped up on the kitchen island. "aren't you forgetting something?" he asks with a stupidly gorgeous cheeky smile.

"um..." you know exactly what you're forgetting, but you say, "oh right, your coffee! here, love."

he blinks.

then rises from his chair to lean in and kiss you, but a hand on his chest stops him.

a tiny laugh leaves his chest.

"whaaat, yn?" when you don't reply, he leans in again, but you push him away.

your boyfriend drops his head on your shoulder, giving you a cute pout. "give me a kiss," he whispers.

you only smile, not moving.

"does my breath smell or something?"

"no," you giggle.

then a hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you to him, his lips meeting yours. he kisses you fiercely, over and over. laughing into his mouth, you tap his chest gently to signal that you can't breathe. tartaglia attacks your neck instead, burying his forehead into your skin when he's done.

"finished?" you giggle.

a kiss on your jaw.

"you have work, love."

another on the corner of your smile.

"ajax tarta-"

"okay, i'm going!!"

hope ygs enjoyed this!!! maybe will do different characters?

[space-matt]

The great debate

chris sturniolo x fem reader

summary: finally the big question has been revealed, ass or titts? 

request: yes -> @jcsturniolo11

author’s note: hope you like it, let me know!!

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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The living room of the Sturniolo house was buzzing with energy. It was a lazy Sunday, the kind of day when the world seems to slow down, giving everyone the chance to relax and do absolutely nothing. That was exactly the plan for Chris, Matt, and Chris's girlfriend, Y/n, while Nick was out with Madison. The three of them were sprawled across the couches, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and soda cans, idly flipping through the TV channels while Chris scrolled through his phone.

Chris was sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone, when he made an observation. "Man, you ever notice people are always either ass or tits people?" His eyes remained fixed on the screen as he chuckled, stealing a glance at Matt, who was lounging on the other end of the couch.

Y/n, perched next to Chris with her legs curled under her, raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's what you're thinking about right now?"

Chris, defensive, set his phone down, saying, "Hey, it's a legitimate topic. People have strong opinions about this. I saw these comments on the stream—it's an actual debate."

From his corner, Matt snorted, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward with an amused grin. "Oh God, are we really doing this? The whole 'ass or tits' thing? Classic."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n couldn't help but smile. "Okay, fine," she said, indulging them. "If we're going there, I gotta ask—you guys are brothers. Do you agree on this, or do you have different opinions?"

Chris and Matt shared a knowing glance, the kind of silent brotherly communication that comes after years of understanding each other without words. Then Chris smirked. "Oh, Matt and I definitely have different opinions. But I’m not gonna spoil it for him."

Matt, looking slightly exasperated, leaned back in his chair and gestured dismissively. "You're making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. I just have a preference for the backside. A good—"

"Nope, spare me the details!" Y/n interjected, raising her hand to halt Matt's words, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I'm attempting to deduce this based on your personalities, but it feels like an impossible task."

Chris, always the provocateur, playfully nudged Y/n. "Come on, Y/n. You know me better than anyone. Take a guess which one I am."

Y/n tilted her head, squinting at him thoughtfully. She was partly engaging in the banter, but her expression revealed genuine curiosity. "Hmmm. I get the sense that you're attracted to the posterior, but you pretend otherwise to keep people guessing. You know, trying to be 'mysterious.'"

Chris burst into laughter, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mysterious? When have I ever been mysterious?"

"You're mysterious in a Chris kind of way," she countered, poking him in the side. "You may appear nonchalant, but you always have something up your sleeve."

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, he wishes he had that kind of depth."

"Okay, but seriously, Chris," Y/n persisted, her inquisitiveness getting the best of her. "Which one are you?"

A tense silence filled the room. Chris leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper as if he were on the verge of disclosing the world's greatest secret. "Y/n... I'm a—"

Matt, displaying no interest in the suspense, interjected with a deadpan expression. "He's a titts guy. Always has been."

Chris feigned offense as his mouth dropped open. "Bro, you just spoiled the big reveal!"

Y/n burst into laughter, her eyes wide with playful shock. "Wait, really? I was so convinced you were going to say ass!"

Matt shrugged. "Nope, it's the classic misdirection. He talks as if he's a ass guy, but nope, he's been on team titts forever."

Y/n crossed her arms and leaned back, still amused but now fully engaged in the conversation. "Well, now I’m intrigued, Matt. What about you?"

Chris flashed a knowing grin, already aware of his brother's response. "Oh, Matt's the obvious one. He's an ass man through and through. No question about it."

Matt didn’t even attempt to deny it. He gave a slight shrug, a laid-back grin spreading across his face. "What can I say? It’s all about balance."

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle, feeling the warmth of the moment as she shook her head at both Chris and Matt. "You guys are truly something else. Is this really what brothers talk about when no one’s around?"

Chris let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "You'd be surprised how intense our discussions can get."

Matt's expression turned unexpectedly solemn as he nodded. "Yeah, like the ongoing debate of socks or no socks in bed. It's a highly contested issue."

Y/n couldn't help but groan, half in exasperation and half in amusement as she buried her face in her hands. "Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?"

Chris wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You've just been inducted into the never-ending debate club, Y/n. Welcome to the madness."

She shot him a playful squint, pretending to be unimpressed. "I didn’t sign up for this."

Matt's smirk was undeniable. "Nobody signs up for it. It just sneaks up on you."

Their laughter filled the room, the joy of their easy camaraderie spreading like wildfire. Amid all the lighthearted banter and goofy debates, it was moments like these—where time seemed to stand still—that made everything else in life worthwhile.

As Chris and Matt continued their playful banter about every conceivable topic, Y/n felt a surge of contentment. These brothers were a riot, and she wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

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[fxllfaiiry]

─ callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck ੈ✩‧₊˚

✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

✶ synopsis: the aftermath of the argument with miguel.

✶ warnings: angst, hurt with comfort, occ miguel (for one scene only dw), shitty humour, one or two swear words, reader being slightly mean, mentions of death.

✶ notes: part two of "you're the sunflower" this part was originally 8k words long and i was like nope, so i had to cut it down, I'm sorry. I really hope this isn't bad ‼️

At first, you didn't quit the team. 

After the blow-up with Miguel, you thought about leaving the team for good, but yet you decided to show up, hanging around for a bit before quickly leaving. 

But slowly you stopped showing up altogether. The looks of pity were too much for you to handle, and frankly, you deserve an apology, you deserved better.

Every day was torture, and seeing Miguel only made it worse. No one thought this whole ordeal would go this far. 

Everyone noticed the changes, you were more serious, and your usual sunshine self was gone at this point. Everyone noticed the day you stopped coming in. 

You felt so lonely, sure, you had friends in your universe but yet, nothing felt the same. You sometimes wondered if they missed you or not. 

It had only been a few weeks and yet it felt like months. 

A part of you secretly hoped someone from the team would show up at your doorstep pleading for you to come back, but nothing. 

"You'll get used to it eventually" You'd tell yourself. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It had been two whole months since you left. Nothing felt the same without you. 

"Does anyone else miss Sunflower?" Gwen said sadly. She missed your hugs, and your little girl talks with her, she missed everything about you.  

"We all miss her, kid," Peter sighed. Without you, he had no one to talk to about Mayday. 

"I hope she comes back soon," Miles said. 

"I think she just wants space right now," Pavitr replied.  

"This is all Miguel's fault y'know?" Hobie added bitterly, how dare Miguel take his friend away from him. 

"Someone should talk to him, maybe if he apologizes, she'll come back." Miles was hopeful, he knew you'd come back eventually. 

"Sure, kid. As if Miguel ever listens." 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Miguel on the other hand was depressed. 

He'd gotten used to your presence and it felt odd without you.

He felt horrible about yelling at you but he was scared. The thought of you dying terrified him, and his way of dealing with that wasn't the best. 

He thought about apologizing many times, but he didn't know how to. The last thing he wanted was to cause more damage. 

"You know a simple "sorry" could fix this all right?" Lyla said, breaking him out of his trance. 

"It's not that easy, Lyla." He sounded so broken to his own ears. 

"Well, you gotta try, Boss." 

"Sunflower used to call me that." 

"You're joking, right? Wow, you really are pathetic." Lyla snorted. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Dude, you're in love with her. You are absolutely smitten." 

"Lyla, that's enough-" 

"No, you love her and that's why it's bothering you so much." 

"I don't-" 

"Nah, Lyla's right, you do love her." He turned around to see Jess standing in his office. 

"Jess, not you too, and where did you come from?" Miguel groaned, he did not love you. 

"The door…? Anyways, just try to fix things, the first step is you apologizing." Jess stated matter-of-factly. 

Miguel thought about it for a minute, these last few weeks had been pure torture for him, Jess was right, the first step is apologizing.

"Fine, I'll do it first thing tomorrow, but I don't love her." 

"Sure, whatever you say, man." Jess snickered. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You got somewhat used to your new life. It was the same old plain routine every day. You tried to throw yourself into other things. Finding new hobbies, jobs, literally anything. 

But eventually, it all started to feel okay.

Things were finally starting to look good for you. 

You thought about the spider society way less and finally started living your life to the fullest. 

You were moving on. 

Crime fighting was easy today. You got to hang out with your friends and an old lady gave you a cheerio, which is something. 

You swung around the city for a bit, enjoying the view and temporary peace. 

Soon it was time for you to head back home. You climbed in through your bedroom window and quickly changed out of your suit, slipping into more comfortable clothing.  

When you went downstairs to get some food, you weren't expecting to see Miguel O'Hara sitting on your couch. 

"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" You scared him, because he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. 

"I was here t-"

"Humiliate me further? Because I thought we were done with that." You felt bad saying that, but he deserved it. 

"No, I'm here to apologize." He looked down, ashamed. 

"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" You chuckled bitterly, walking past him into the kitchen. 

"Just listen to me for a second." 

"I thought I was incapable of doing that." You muttered to yourself. 

He got up and strode towards you, but he received no acknowledgment of his presence. 

"I'm sorry for yelling at you in front of everyone; it was wrong and I shouldn't have acted so immaturely." 

"Uh-huh, it's fine. You can leave now, the door's right there." You weren't buying his ridiculous apology. Even a five-year-old could do better. 

"I understand you're mad, but please give me a chance." That was pretty much the last straw for you.

"I'm mad? You humiliated me in front of everyone! You made me feel like shit, you made me think I don't belong on the team! You're an asshole." You were screaming at him, taking out all the anger and sadness you felt in the past two months.

"I'm sorry." He sounded so small, so vulnerable, and for the second time in his life, he didn't know what to do. 

"The best you can say is I'm sorry? At least give me a proper explanation." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

"I'm in love with you." What? 

"Right, if you're here to joke around and mock me just leave okay."  You open up to him and he mocks you in return. Amazing.

"I'm being serious. I'm not mocking you or joking around, I'm in love with you. You want an explanation, so I'm giving you one." He breathed, looking at you hoping to receive some reaction. All he got was a small head tilt which he took as a sign to continue. 

"The reason I yelled at you was because I was scared. I thought you were going to die and that terrified me, I've lost everything, and I don't want to lose you too. I didn't know how to handle it, so I lashed out. I truly am sorry, Sunflower." You froze trying to process everything, was he telling the truth? 

"Lyla and Jess helped me realize my true feelings for you." He whispered. 

When you said nothing for a few minutes he started to get scared, he was ready to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he had to. 

"Can you… say something? Please?"

"I can't forgive you just yet." He would never admit to what happened next but he started sobbing. All this was too much, being vulnerable was an unknown feeling to him. 

"Woah, wait hey, don't cry. Let me-" Before you could finish your sentence he fell to his knees, arms clutching your waist like a lifeline. 

You were beyond confused, you thought this whole interaction was some sort of weird dream. Miguel O'Hara down on his knees, for you? Wow, two months ago you would've scoffed and rolled your eyes at that. 

Nonetheless, you ran your fingers through his hair trying to soothe him. 

"Miguel, honey, listen to me. Just because I'm not ready to forgive you now, doesn't mean I never will." His face was still squished against your midriff, and his breathing was slowly returning to normal, with a few sniffs here and there. 

"So, you'll come back?" Seeing him in such a state broke your heart, you were still upset with him but were willing to give him a chance. 

"Yes, I'll come back tomorrow." At that, he smiled properly for the first time in weeks. 

He stayed there for a few moments, letting you comb through his hair gently, he would cherish this brief moment forever. 

"I should get going then. The multiverse needs saving." He said hoarsely, standing up, he was slightly embarrassed by this side of him. 

"Maybe use the door this time." He lightly chuckled at your statement, the warm feeling took over him once again.

Miguel did not want to leave, he wanted to stay here with you, but he knew that wasn't an option right now.

Before he left he had to get one last thing off his chest.

"Could you, not tel-" 

"Tell anyone about this? Don't worry, this stays between us only." 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Everyone was surprised to see you back the next day. 

The second you walked in, everyone was all over you, hugging you and filling you in on everything you missed. It felt good to be back. 

"I'm so happy you're back," Gwen whispered, hugging you tightly. 

"I'm happy to be back, Gwendy. I missed you guys so much." 

"Hey quit hogging Sunflower, it's my turn to hug her now." Miles huffed impatiently. 

"Me next!" Pavitr bounced enthusiastically. 

"Hey, not cool. I called dibs, man." Hobie groaned. 

"Hey, Sunflower, I have some new pictures of Mayday to show you." Everyone was so excited to see you again, it was chaotic, but it felt like home. They were your family. 

Miguel watched the scene from afar with a smile, he was glad everything was okay now. 

"So you fixed things up with her, huh?" Jess said, popping up behind him, once again taking him by surprise. 

"¡Ay, coño! Jess, stop doing that." 

"Sorry, not my fault you don't have a spidy sense." Jess hummed. "So, how did you get her to forgive you?" 

"I have my ways." 

"You got down on your knees and begged her, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" Miguel whisper-yelled. That was supposed to be a secret. 

"I have my ways." Jess winked. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

In a few weeks, everything was back to normal, you were back to your old self again. 

Except for the fact that you and Miguel were now closer than ever. That was new. 

You were always by his side, sticking close to him and he felt comfortable around you, always relaxed in your presence. 

He wasn't sure if you forgave him just yet, but he was willing to wait for as long as you needed. 

He did small things to show you he cared, sometimes it was bringing you coffee, other times it was giving you your favorite flowers. 

You knew he was sorry, and in your heart, you forgave him a long time back. 

So, you finally decided to tell him. 

You guys were in his office having lunch, he didn't like to eat out in the cafeteria. You both would usually sit in silence enjoying each other's company. 

"Hey, Miguel." 

"Hm?" 

"I forgive you." 

He raised his eyebrows in confusion taking a moment to realise what you meant. When he finally got it, his eyes widened almost comically. 

"Oh, you do?" He was trying to hide his smile but failed horribly. 

"I forgave you a long time back, but I just… needed some time." You nodded.  

"I understand that. Thank you for giving me another chance." 

"Actually, to forgive you fully, I want one thing from you." You declared, confidently. 

"I'll do anything, Sunflower." He'd indeed do anything for you. 

"I want you to go out on a date with me." 

His brain stopped working. You were asking him out on a date. 

"Miguel? Is that a yes or no?" You grew nervous at his lack of response. Did you cross boundaries? You thought he liked you. 

"I would love to." You quickly beamed at his response, after months of waiting it was finally happening. 

"So, how about tomorrow, at 7?" You giggled. 

"Sounds perfect." He sighed, softly smiling. 

He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

[captain-bubble-wrap]

One shot after the news of quinn being week to week? 🥺

"I'm bored," Quinn grumbled, flopping onto the bed while you were looking through things in the closet. Turning around you'd catch him just before he landed into the blankets, his hair falling over his eyes in the process. He did nothing to fix it, just laid there like a lump. Seeing him like that made you frown, mainly because there wasn't much you could do to help him. Poor thing just wanted to be on the ice and he had no real time table of when he'd return which meant you would have to deal with his frustrations.

"I'm sorry, babe. I wish I knew what to tell you." Pouting, you'd walk over to the bed and sit beside him. His eyes were closed when you brushed the hair out of his face which just revealed his sad puppy eyes afterwards.

"I couldn't tell you the last time I've felt like this," he sighed, looking up at you.

"Do you feel like you're grounded?" You tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but Quinn wasn't having any part of it. Instead of going along with it, he just closed his eyes with another sigh. "Am I really that boring?"

"No, it's not you," he whined, grabbing for a pillow to smother himself with. "I'm just bored."

You give his chest a couple taps with your hand before leaving the bed and returning to the closet. You couldn't help but look over at him still laying there now with the pillow covering his face. Nothing was coming to mind that could fix his mood.

"Wanna go out?" You asked, pulling a cute dress from the rack.

"No."

"Not even if I wear this?"

Quinn poked his head out from beneath the pillow to see what it was that you were tempting him with. For a second, it looked like you had had him on the line, but as soon as that pillow covered his face, you knew it hadn't been enough to sway him.

"You'd look good in that, but I'm just not in the mood. Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized, voice muffled but audible.

Putting the dress back, you felt disheartened. Going out actually sounded like fun, but you weren't about to go out without him. Sure, you had some girlfriends that would be available, but he was the one you wanted to spend your time with. It wasn't often, that you had him to yourself for weeks on end, but it was unfortunate that he had to be injured for you to get so much time with him.

"What do you want to do, babe?" You'd ask, turning off the light in the closet to go lay beside him on the bed.

"Nothing," he mumbled, still beneath the pillow.

"Nothing? Not a single thing?"

"Nope."

Rolling your eyes, you'd move to straddle his waist which got him to look at you. You weren't trying to excite him that way, you just wanted him to actually look at you for more than five seconds. Honestly, he looked more confused than aroused.

"Baby?" Quinn questioned.

"Well, I just wanna have a little fun, Quinn, c'mon," you'd wink but he just wouldn't bite.

"Not right now, okay?"

"Oh, honey," you remarked sadly. "I was just trying to make you laugh."

Quinn puts his hands on your hips, "I know. I suck right now and I'm sorry you've gotta deal with me like this.”

“I know you’d rather be elsewhere~”

“I love being with you, you know that.”

“I know, but I also know that you want to get back to your boys.”

Quinn’s eyes dropped to the side. You knew you were right, and you also knew that he didn’t want to admit that he really wanted to get back on the ice. Sure, he loved being with you but even you knew that nothing rivaled playing hockey for him. It’s what he was born to do; who could argue that that’s where his heart was most of the time?

“Baby,” Quinn mumbled.

“It’s okay,” you smiled, leaning down to give him a quick kiss before getting off of him. His hands would be slow to leave your body like he was silently pleading for you to stay close to him. “I’m going to go make dinner, okay? Why don’t you take a little nap?”

“Yeah, I might. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart,” you smiled. “I’ll come get you in a bit, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

- - -

You weren’t sure if Quinn moved from where you had left him, or if he had actually crawled into the bed. However, when you went in to get him after finishing dinner, you would find him curled up under the duvet in the middle of the bed. You hated having to wake him, because he just looked so comfortable, but you had made a promise.

“Sugar?”

Quinn grumbled, almost like he hadn’t heard you.

“Baby, dinner is done, or do you want to eat later?”

“Hmm, what?” He finally replied, groggily.

“Dinner, baby.”

“Oh, okay. I’m getting up,” he yawned, pushing away the blankets but moving slow to actually leave the bed. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

You’re halfway into the hallway when you hear him mumbling. “You’re okay. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Smells good, what is it?” Quinn’s hair was a jumbled mess of tousled curls when he finally entered the kitchen. He somehow looked more tired now than when he had before he had laid down.

“Stuffed mushrooms.”

“Really?” His tone conveyed his shock. “You haven’t made those in forever.”

“You could have asked for them anytime, Quinn. They’re not that much trouble,” you tried your best to smile, fearful you were coming off as bitchy.

You handed him a plate, watching him move about the kitchen. He just looked like he could fall back asleep if he could just lean up against the counter for a couple minutes. Stepping up behind him, your fingers would do what they could to tame the wild mop of hair atop his head. Quinn would let you play with his hair whenever you wanted and even now, as he was trying to put dinner on his plate, he still stood there while you fussed.

“I really love when you do that,” he would admit.

“Well, you have the nicest hair.” You were always jealous of how soft his hair was, the length of his eyelashes, all of the things you spent so much money on to have yourself, and he had them naturally and without much effort.

“I’m glad you like it.”

It was hard, but you pulled your fingers from his hair to let him finish getting his dinner. You would take your seat at the island before he turned around. When he saw you sitting there he stopped. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

You shook your head, resting your chin on your hands. “No, I don’t think so right now.”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Quinn sounded so concerned, brows pulled in as he moved to stand beside you. Even though he was still half-asleep, he let his hand run up and down your back several times, his touch so warm.

“Nothing.”

You could hear him sigh as he stood beside you. You figured he had tried to keep it to himself and you tried not to take it personally. “It’s me isn’t it?”

“What? Oh, no, baby. It isn’t you.”

“Would you tell me if it was?”

“Probably not.” You were being honest. Considering what he was dealing with, there was no way you’d tell him he was being an unreasonable ass, just because. Quinn was a sweetheart; a soft soul that you would never wish to hurt. You’d take it out on yourself before you’d direct any sort of pain at him.

“Have I hurt your feelings?”

“No, baby. I’m okay.”

Quinn took his seat next to you, and let his hand rest upon your thigh. His touch made you shiver, the good kind, the touch-starved kind almost. You just wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, to forget about the pains of the season, and the struggles of being in a relationship with one of the best players in the whole league who, right now, was carrying an entire team on his back. You wanted to see him happy again, to see him smile.

Quinn touched your face with his free hand, pulling your gaze over to him. “I’m worried about you.”

That broke your heart, and you would give him an apologetic look before you broke down. “Don’t be, Quinn. I’m okay. I just want you to be alright. You’re who I’m worried about. I just know how hard you’ve been playing, how hard you try every single night, and I see it on your face how much it gets to you. I know you’re strong, baby, but you’re human, too, you know? I’m not trying to smother you, but I worry that you’re going to break yourself in two."

He looked down, like he was deep in thought trying to find the words that would reassure you that he was getting by, and that you shouldn’t worry, but he was failing.

“I’m sorry I made you feel this way.”

“Please, baby, please don’t feel sorry. I feel like I’ve said too much and made a mess of everything.”

“You haven’t!” Quinn pleads. “You just care about me, and I love that! I love you! I’ve never had a partner put me so far ahead of themselves, like you do.”

His kind words nearly make you cry. “I love you, too. I just wish things were better for you.”

“I have you, everything else will fall in place soon enough,” he smiled, asking you for a kiss.

“Chin up, buttercup,” you whispered, so close to him now which made him smile. He would give your leg a gentle squeeze before your lips touched and all of the tension, sadness, and worry would melt away with the heat of your shared affections. You couldn’t help but put him before yourself, but Quinn would never take advantage of you or your kindness. You would always feel safe with him, and him with you. Together was where you both felt comfortable.

[harunayuuka2060]

WHB Series #1 (Cont.)

Lucifer: ...

Buer: ...Your Majesty?

Lucifer: *has received reports regarding MC*

Lucifer: It's impossible for a human to be mistaken for a god, unless…

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: I want to meet the descendant of Solomon.

Buer, Marbas, Morax, and Gamigin: *smiles*

Buer: Then we shall bring them to you.

MC: *notices the gradual changes in Gabriel as they continue to feed him their blood*

Gabriel: *takes pleasure in the fact that his god is still giving him attention*

MC: The marks on his face faded, but a new one has appeared.

MC: Now the thing is, I don't understand what the fuck this means.

Gabriel: God...

MC: I forbid you from talking, didn't I?

Gabriel: ...

Gabriel: *tries to get closer*

MC: *activates the bomb inside him*

Gabriel: *coughs up blood*

MC: I let you stay by my side, but that doesn't mean you can act comfortable with me.

Gabriel: *smiles* My apologies...

Satan: *walks in* Are you done with your lab rat?

Gabriel: *glares at him*

MC: Is there an emergency?

Satan: ...

Satan: Devils of Paradise Lost are here. They want to see you.

MC: Paradise Lost? Who's the king ruling there?

Satan: Lucifer.

MC: ...

MC: Are they here for my head? *smirking*

Satan: You don't look nervous at all.

MC: I don't have the reason to. Let's go.

Gabriel: God, please take me with you!

MC: *looks at him with a hostile expression* And what use may you be?

Gabriel: ...

Gabriel: *his face turns ecstatic*

Satan: *grabs MC's hand and drags them out of the room*

Satan: He's falling in love.

MC: You mean getting obsessed.

Satan: For someone who doesn't give a shit, you don't know how to control your charm.

MC: Why is it my fault? He's a masochist incarnate.

Buer: Greetings to the descendant of Solomon.

MC: ...

MC: You're Buer, aren't you? You really look like a sly fox.

Buer: !!!

MC: *then looks at the others* We also have Morax and Marbas here. The top healers.

Marbas and Morax: !!!

MC: And- *looking at Gamigin*

MC: ...

MC: Who the fuck are you?

Gamigin: My name is Gamigin! *grins* Nice to meet you!

MC: ...

MC: You're not a devil.

Gamigin: Nope! I'm a dragon!

MC: Ah... You're a breath of fresh air.

Gamigin: ???

Satan: What's that supposed to mean?

MC: What's your business here?

Marbas: We want to invite you to Paradise Lost.

MC: And?

Gamigin: And??

MC: I only get invited to visit a country to deal with angel attacks.

MC: And with the reputation of Paradise Lost, I don't think you will need my help.

Buer: *smiles* You are indeed the descendant of Solomon.

Buer: Yes, you are right. We've come here for a different reason.

Morax: We've heard about the rumors. You have quite the reputation as well.

MC: ...

MC: If I go with you, what are my chances of getting out alive?

Marbas: Little to none.

Gamigin: Why would you say that-

MC: I accept.

Satan: Oi!

[bonbonly]

I think a LOT about sugar daddy Lewis Hamilton after a argument, and how his way of venting would be through aggressive sex. He’d really enjoy humiliating you with words and punishments like slaps in your pussy, and even more so by writing obscene things on your body (like belly, pussy, chest/tits, tights, etc), like: "free hole" "daddy's little" "cum here" "whore" "dirty cunt" "slut"

i love this man

anon let me kiss your brain oh my god !!!

bon's thoughts (18+)

ooohhhh when the argument is argumenting as i like to say! one day you're throwing a tantrum about how lewis isn't paying enough attention to you. and this goes beyond buying you gifts or something, no he makes little effort to listen to what you're saying, or he walks off in the middle of a conversation. he's a bit stressed out about his work, mind always elsewhere and he doesn't necessarily have time to take you to some fancy restaurant and dote on you like he always does. so you've reached your limit and you're yelling at him, telling him how you wish he was there for you. and his voice is getting louder and louder because he's so upset as to why you're not seeing his side of the argument which is the fact that he's busy with work, he doesn't mean to ignore you like that, you're his baby! you of all people should know that! he's mentioning how he's always supporting your education, looking up opportunities for you to study abroad and make connections but you don't buy any of it.

so you tell him the most infamous last words you could've thought of, "maybe i should find a better sugar daddy. because clearly you're old ass isn't getting me anywhere."

his eyes widen at your words, he's honestly in shock. and then he's giving you a death stare, "i'm going to be a very reasonable man right now, baby, so i'm giving you 5 seconds to apologize for what you just said."

and you're crossing your arms, shaking your head like a little girl on a high horse, "nuh uh, nope. i mean every word i said!"

so as he's fucking you, hard and rough, he's laughing at the way you're crying, overstimulated and tired. he hasn't let you in cum this entire time. he's always leaving you right on that edge that you so desperately want to fall over. it's probably the 5th time he's done it, and he's pulling his cock out of your cunt, watching you clench around nothing because you want to be filled up again, filled up and made to cum. but he's having none of it.

"you think any other man can fuck you like this, huh?" he's slapping your cunt, watching you squeal as you shake your head, "if i was so old, i wouldn't be making you scream every night, right?"

"i want words, answer me when i'm talking to you slut," he growls, but the words are always in the distance, out of your reach. he's biting the inside of your thigh, licking over the bruises he left you and shaking his head, "i'm never letting another man touch you, no... you're mine, you're my fucking..."

he pauses, leaning over you to grab your lipstick that you left on the nightstand last night and with his mouth, uncaps the object and spits it out onto the ground before rolling the bottom half to get a good chunk of your lipstick out.

"wait lew no, don't waste it, it's exp-" you begin, but you're met with a harsh slap on your cunt,

"what? i'm sorry, my old ass can't hear you baby," he mocks you, rolling his eyes in the process. you can briefly hear him mutter, "i paid for it, i can do whatever the fuck i want to do with it..."

and he's writing cum dump over your stomach, watching you squirm at how sensitive the cool lipstick is to your skin that just wants some relief after being denied to cum so many times. on your thighs, he's repeatedly writing mine and he goes up to your tits, biting your nipples while he writes whore over your breasts and then on your forehead he's writing slut. he leans back a bit to get a good look at his lovely masterpiece before chucking the lipstick onto the ground. he uses his fingers to part your folds, leaking all his cum that's gifted you graciously before getting off the bed. you're crying, begging him if you can cum at least once but he's giggling, putting his clothes back on,

"but baby you have all MY cum, that should be enough for you right?"

[lostfracturess]

bad ideas and other drinks — satoru gojo

satoru gojo's reputation precedes him, so like any girl with half a brain, you steer clear. but what if he has other plans?

Satoru Gojo's fuckboy reputation precedes him, a fact that's impossible to ignore with the way gossip spreads like wildfire around campus. Every other week, it seems there's a new story circulating about his latest hookup or the girl he's charmed into his bed.

So, like any girl with half a brain, you steer clear of him.

It doesn't matter that he's ridiculously hot with his cocky grin, stupidly blue eyes, and those silvery-white locks that look so soft to the touch. The point is, you're not about to become another notch on his bedpost.

Too bad Satoru doesn't seem to get the memo.

It all goes down at some campus party. The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and you're finally starting to let loose and have a good time after a stressful week of exams.

That is, until some drunken idiot bumps into you from behind, making you crash right into none other than the campus fuckboy himself, spilling your drink all over both his shirt and yours.

"Whoa there." Satoru blinks, then has the nerve to smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "If you wanted to get close, all you had to do was ask."

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way his damp shirt clings to his toned chest. "Don't flatter yourself, Gojo. This was an accident."

His smirk only widens, sending a flutter through your stomach. "My bad then. But let me make it up to you, how about I get you a new drink? On me, of course."

"I can get my own drink, thanks," you say flatly, trying to wring out your drenched top. "I don't need anything from you."

"Damn, you sure know how to wound a guy." He places a hand over his hear. "And here I thought we were having a moment."

Ugh, the way he's looking at you makes your stomach flutter. No, churn. Definitely churn, probably just from how hard you're cringing. Definitely not because Satoru's even hotter up close.

Nope. No way. You're not going there.

You scoff, crossing your arms. "In your dreams, maybe."

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea."

"Ugh, spare me the fuckboy routine." You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you. "I'm not interested in your games."

He steps closer, closing the gap you just created. "Who said anything about games?"

Suddenly his hands are on your hips, pulling you flush against him. You gasp at the contact, at the feel of his lean, hard body pressed to yours.

Satoru dips his head, his lips brushing your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm just trying to apologize properly. My room's not far... I'm sure I could find you something to change into." His voice drops even lower, sending a shiver down your spine. "Or out of, if you prefer."

You arch a brow, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly. "Wow, does that line actually work?"

"You tell me." His lips skim along your jaw as he pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes smoldering. "Is it working on you?"

Before you can formulate a response, Satoru leans in again, his lips grazing your ear once more. "I'll even be a gentleman and let you stay for breakfast."

Damn, he's good.

You swallow hard, your resolve crumbling. The feel of his hands on your hips, the heat of his breath on your skin, the cocky audacity in his words — it's all making it very difficult to remember why hooking up with him is a terrible idea.

But you'd be damned if you let him know that.

"Wow, how generous," you deadpan, mustering up every ounce of sarcasm you possess. "I think I'll pass. Have fun with your right hand tonight."

As you turn to storm off, he calls after you, "Offer's always open if you change your mind."

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts. "Not gonna happen. Bye, Gojo."

God, he's insufferable. It doesn't matter how hot he is, or how his flirting makes your pulse race.

You're not about to fall for Satoru Gojo's crap.

…Right?

© lostfracturess. do not repost, translate, or modify my work.

[little-cereal-draws]

These three because I love this ship so much

*Penelope and Diomedes flirting with each other yet again* Odysseus: And you two are sure you're not dating? Penelope: 100%. Diomedes: Of course not! Why would you think that? Odysseus: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Diomedes. I fucking wonder.

-

Diomedes: Two years ago, I married my best friend. Diomedes: Penelope is still mad about it, but me and Odysseus were drunk and thought it was funny. -

Odysseus: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? Penelope: Yes? Odysseus: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. Penelope: Fuck. Odysseus: It's gonna be a fun week! Penelope: I'm going to Diomedes's house. Odysseus: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker. -

Penelope: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication. Diomedes: It’s my turn to cuddle Odysseus. Penelope: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT! -

Diomedes: H-how do you ask someone out? Odysseus: Well, first- Penelope: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Diomedes: ...And you said yes? -

*Odysseus is telling a story* Penelope: Wow, Odysseus, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Diomedes: Romance? Penelope: I'm in love with him. -

Penelope, holding a rock: Diomedes just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Odysseus: If you don't marry him, I will. -

Diomedes: It's pretty cold outside... wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Odysseus, blushing: Okay. Penelope: It's fucking summer. -

Odysseus: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Diomedes: Yes. Odysseus: I love you. Diomedes: It back. *Later* Penelope: Why is Odysseus crying face-down on the floor? -

Penelope: Ooh, somebody has a crush Odysseus: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Diomedes. I just think he's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him. *Later that night* Odysseus, very much awake: Uh oh. -

Penelope: Did Diomedes just tell me he loved me for the first time? Odysseus: Yeah, he did. Penelope: And did I just do finger guns back? Odysseus: Yeah, you did. -

Penelope: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Diomedes. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Diomedes! Odysseus: Nope. Penelope: In that case, as the archbishop of Odysseus's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Diomedes right on the lips!!! -

Odysseus: Thank you all for coming. Penelope, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. Odysseus: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck Odysseus Task Force". Diomedes: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way. -

Odysseus: *looking through his closet* Has anyone seen my top? Diomedes: Penelope’s in the kitchen. -

Diomedes: *sucking on a popsicle* Penelope: Pfft, you practicing for when Odysseus gets here? Diomedes: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* Penelope: *Concern* -

Diomedes: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Odysseus: Like its slips on and off really easily. Diomedes: Odysseus: No, I didn't mean it like that- Penelope: We know what you meant. -

Penelope: Can you please just apologize to Diomedes? Odysseus: Fine, but I have to warn you that this may make me a nicer, better person and that is not who you feel in love with. -

Diomedes: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. Odysseus: I’m “a couple of things”. Penelope: I’m “got distracted”. *Penelope and Odysseus high five* -

Penelope: That shirt looks great, Odysseus. Odysseus: Thanks. Penelope: But I bet it would look even better on Diomedes's floor. Diomedes: Are you hitting on Odysseus... for me? -

Diomedes: Hey, Odysseus? Can I get some dating advice? Odysseus: Just because I'm with Penelope doesn't mean I know how I did it.

[sinning-23]

Hello,

How about a LA luffy where he's dating Reader and he keeps talking about her but no one believes him until she comes and rescue them or something I know not much details but please take this to your account English isn't my first language so excuse me

OMG THIS IS PERFECT! Thank you for the request! I apologize for taking so long to write it I've been so busy and full of writers block its insane! I added a little twist with his and made th reader a gunslinger sooo yeah(for the plot) Anywa here we go! Enjoy

Warnings: None

The strawhat crew was becoming increasingly irritated with how much Luffy would speak of this mystery woman who he claimed to be his 'girlfriend'. In all honestly, neither of them thought he had the romantic capacity to even GET a girlfriend to begin with. But the way he spoke of her...it couldn't all be lies could it?

He mentioned how you'd saved him with your remarkable skills as a gunslinger and you were an amazing shot. He gushed about how it took only one bullet to kill three men who had threatened him and when it was all over you 'pepper his face with kisses'. How you were always there to save him more times than not and that you were just absolutely beautiful. The 'prettiest girl' he'd ever seen as he told it.

"If you guys are so in love why didn't she join you on this little pirate adventure." Nami quips, eyes rolling at the most recent story Luffy had explained. He only tilted his head and smiled as if the answer was just so obvious (it wasn't.)

"It wasn't her dream." He smiles, rocking back and for a bit as Zoro finished off his drink before speaking.

"This wasn't exactly our first choice either but here we are." the swordsman smirks, his arms crossed over his chest.

The smirk was soon replaced with irritation when the waiter went to speak.

"That's different. Besides, I'm sure Luffy wouldn't leave a woman like that all on her lonesome. Right?" Sanji questions, more so trying to convince himself Luffy had more sense than that. But the brunette only shakes his head.

"Nope, she said we would cross paths again one day and I let her be. It was a deal! And now I get to wait until one day I see her beautiful face again." And before anyone could protest or pry any further, Luffy stuffed his face with food.

A sigh rang out from Nami as she leaned against the seating of the booth they're in, only to quickly shoot back up with wide eyes. Since Luffy's bounty had got a hell of a whole lot bigger, there was always the occasional run-in with someone who claimed they'd be getting their money sooner rather than later.

On this particular night though, a gang of about 6 or 7 had strutted up to their booth and slammed his bounty on the cracked wood of the table, making it shake. Zoro paused, debating if these idiots were worth the fight and Luffy continued to eat without a care in the world.

"I'm getting that bounty tonight." Then, what they all assumed was the leader spoke, his hand drawing his sword. This could have gotten ugly rather quickly but the fight seemed to be over with the sound of fired shots ringing through the eatery.

It was so quick you'd almost miss it…each shot followed by another, and one by one each of the men dropped like flies, screams and gasps of frightened patrons filling up the space momentarily. From the darkened corner of the bar stood a woman in a rather large coat that almost touched the floor.

The revolver in her hand rattled before she tucked it away into one of the many pockets that adorned her body. She was a decent height, and her hair was pushed out of her face most likely to keep her line of sight from being obscured. Finally, the once look of disgust that was painted over her features was filled with joy as she stepped over the bodies of the men she'd just laid to waste.

"Luffy!" She squeals, practically vibrating as the Stawhat leaped form his seat and embraced the mystery woman.

This wasn't the usual hug though, Luffy had simply lifted the lady and twirled her, his face buried in the crook of her neck and she giggled and tangled her fingers in his hair.

"I'm sorry did we miss something?" Nami quips, looking to the rest of the crew to confirm they were just as lost.

"This is her! Remember the girl I've been talking about!?" He practically shouts, his hand secure at your waist as that iconic smile plays over his lips.

Oh okay it was finally starting to make sense. Two cinimon rolls but one can and will kill you if they so desire...well-

Nami is the first to laugh, disbelief filling her but the closer she looks the more her laughter and smirk dies down. Luffy's hand was firm at your waist, yours on his chest as you flash a content smile.

"Y/n, meet my crew!" Luffy introduces as you jut your hand out happily, meeting that of whom you soon learn is Usopp and Sanji. Nami was next and Zoro simple noddded in your direction.

"You really know how to pick em! Congratulations on this bounty by the way love." You hum, pressing kisses over Luffy's freckled cheeks.

Damn how much love and affection could you give? It was like every two seconds your lips were pressed somewhere against their Captain’s face! And he didn’t seems to mind at all! Well, not that Luffy was bothered by it but still! With one last kiss to your boyfriend’s face, you usher the crew out of the eatery, sliding the bartender some extra berrie to apologize for the ruckus.

The two of you looked so inseparable like that, hands interlinked and swinging back and forth simultaneously.

“You know what this means don’t you. Usopp teases, sticking his hand out awaiting Nami to fulfil her end of the bargain.

She swears in defeat roller her eyes before paying.

Who wouldn’t make a bet on something as outlandish as their captain having a girlfriend!?