#Yung gravy x reader

[littlesunshine1223]

Yung Gravy As Things From The Quotebook

- [ ] Is there a dirty girl option?😏

- [ ] This muffin is going to give me a fucking aneurism

- [ ] Don’t sunburn your pussy for TikTok

- [ ] It’s like having sex with a warm water bed

- [ ] I’m about rizz up this pepperoni

- [ ] That sex really razzled my dazzle

- [ ] Welcome to CNN I’m drunk off my ass

- [ ] I’ll blow your back out at Menards

- [ ] Mr. Bombastic move your ass

- [ ] I really want to land my KC 135 in a Kroger parking lot

- [ ] Pop’s a fizzy

- [ ] I have 4 holographic charizard Pokémon cards all signed by a real life charizard

- [ ] I ask if the movie was over, she said yeah, nope the dolls still fucking there

- [ ] I’m gonna Texas chainsaw massacre your mom tonight

- [ ] If you can melt butter on that toilet seat then I’m not putting my ass on it

- [ ] It’s like viagra on steroids

- [ ] Would you like the creamy hole

- [ ] It’s a bit frosty outside and I don’t mean the snowman

- [ ] The whore house bumblebee

- [ ] Bitch too broke can’t even buy a krabby patty

- [ ] I have 3 wives…AND YOUR MOTHER IS ONE OF THEM

- [ ] The bra bandit is real…he will find you…and steal your bra

[boredomisbadforme]

Can you do soft head cannons for yung gravy please 💕

Of course!

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Cuddle bug

Loves having you in his arms, whether it's just holding you or carrying you

Food thief, likes seeing your face when he steals some of your food

He would say cheesy lines from romcoms

His favorite thing to do with you is read, specifically you reading to him, he can't get enough of you

Little trinkets as gifts

Watching the stars with him always ends with him carrying you to bed and you two collapsing in a heap of cuddles

Tickle fights, he loves hearing you laugh

Supports your career with much enthusiasm

If you make videos or run a small business or something like that, he will support you and tell people about you

He made you a bracelet once (he had a matching one that he wears all the time)

Melts when you wear his clothes

Paranoid man, must know your location at all times (not possessive, just worried about you, he is famous and what if someone tries to kidnap you for money or something like that)

Rambles on and on about you to his friends (did you know y/n can do the spilts? That's super cool! Something like that, he hypes you up a lot)

Please make him a bracelet or a necklace or something like that, he will love it and have it with him at all times

He will miss you even if he saw you like five minutes ago

Bought you a flower hairclip cause he saw you eyeing it on your vacation (I feel like he'd try it on himself to make you laugh if your upset)

Supports your every decision

Has a photo album dedicated to you

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[mythoughtsbysms]

Date Night

Since making plans with Matt, you and Matt have been working on your own projects with text conversation in between projects. The both of you are checking on each other and talking about life and projects. You celebrated New Year's with your best friends and partied all night. You were thinking about Matt that night and wish he was there with you. However, he didn't forget about you. He sent you a text at midnight.

Matt: Happy New Year’s! 😘

Y/N: Happy New Year’s! 🎉❤️

After New Year’s, you continue to work and finish unpacking which was a huge weight off your shoulders because now you can enjoy your place without boxes getting in the way. Alyssa was sweet enough to help since she saw how stressed out you were with everything going on. You and Alyssa hung out a lot during this time and you told her everything that was happening between you and Matt.

Alyssa: What’s been going on with you and Matt? You barely tell me anything.

Y/N: I know. I was trying to keep it private to see where things go. Matt is a person and I want to be respectful towards him especially since, in the past, I saw a couple of people treating him like any other celebrity and share private messages online. Otherwise, Matt and I are doing well. Him and I are going on a date the night of January 20th. Im really excited to see him.

Alyssa: That’s understandable. I’m glad you and Matt are going well and I’m very happy for you. I know it’s been hard for you to open up to someone, let alone going on a date with someone. I’m very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself! You’re growing as an individual. That’s something to celebrate!

Y/N: Thank you. I am proud of myself. Im taking it one step at a time and letting things happen rather than trying to prevent them. If it’s meant to be - it’s meant to be. I’ll tell you what happens with Matt and I and our date.

Alyssa: I’m really looking forward to hearing about it! I want details haha.

January 20th, 2023

Morning

You had a hard time sleeping the night before because you were excited to see Matt. You tossed and turned trying to sleep but couldn’t sleep until around 2:15 am. Your alarm goes off at 7:00 am but you needed more sleep. You set the alarm to 8:00am so you can get an extra hour. 8:00 am comes around and your alarm goes off. You wake up and do a light stretch. You felt a little better getting the extra hour of sleep. It was cold in your room since you forgot to close the window last night and you were starting to get hungry. You got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make yourself a hot matcha latte with honey and some breakfast. You ended up making yourself a bagel with cream cheese, smoked salmon, and a sprinkle of everything bagel seasoning on top with a side of strawberries and blueberries.

Once you were finished, you went into your room and started to get ready to get out of the house. It was one of those mornings where you wanted some fresh air and go to the local coffee shop to get a coffee and something sweet. You changed into a dark heather gray hoodie, comfortable black flare leggings, a black puffer jacket, and black fuzzy socks with the UGGs. After getting ready, you put on your shoes and grabbed your keys. You went to the coffee shop and ordered yourself a decaf honey latte and a banana muffin. After getting your coffee and muffin, you sat at the front while watching what was going on outside for the next hour.

You ran to an art store to pick up some supplies and went back to your place to warm up and relax until it was time to get ready for your date with Matt.

Evening

It was 4:30 pm, and time to get ready for your date with Matt. Matt was going to pick you up at 5:30 pm so you only had an hour to get ready. The good thing is you showered this morning and everything else so all you had to do was get dressed, make up, and freshen up. You were looking through dress after dress and having a hard time picking out something to wear. You ended up wearing a red rose bud design black midi-length cami style fitted dress with a slit on one side with black heels.

5:30 pm rolls around and you hear a knock on your door. You look through the peephole and Matt was standing there waiting for you to answer. You answered the door and let him inside. He looked at you and couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

Matt: Y/N... you look beautiful tonight.

Y/N: Thank you. I was worried that I may be dressed a little too casually or too dressed up for our date.

Matt: No, you are not too casual or too dressed up. You look beautiful and I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Y/N: Oh good. Here, let me grab my bag and we can go.

Matt: Okay. I'll wait here.

*You grab your purse and walk back to him.*

Matt: Ready to go?

Y/N: Yes, I'm ready to go.

You and Matt went downstairs and walked to his car which is parked outside in front of your apartment complex. The both of you went into his car and drove 30 minutes away to a high-end Italian restaurant. You thought this was sweet because you mentioned to Matt earlier that a couple of your favorite foods are pasta and mostly Italian meals. Once you arrived, Matt helped you get out of his car and you held onto his arm as you two walked into the restaurant. Matt told the waiter he has a reservation for two and the waiter walked you and Matt to your table. Matt kept looking at you under the restaurant’s low lighting.

Matt: You look gorgeous… I’m sorry that I keep saying that to you but it’s true. I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Your [ your eye color ] are beautiful - the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

Y/N: Thank you. You look amazing yourself. Thank you for taking me out to dinner. This is a very beautiful restaurant.

Matt: No problem. I’m happy we were able to make this work especially with our busy schedules.

You two went on to order drinks and food. You ordered [ favorite drink ], a cup of water, and classic gnocchi with basil pesto and parmesan cheese with a side of garlic bread. Matt ordered red wine, a cup of water, and gnocchi with tomato sauce and parmesan cheese with a side of garlic bread. He thought what you ordered sounded good so he ordered the same thing as you with a couple of changes. You and Matt were talking about your life and life goals until your food arrived.

Matt: How’s your life going? Anything exciting happened since we were together last?

Y/N: It’s been going great! Not a lot happened other than work, hanging out with friends, art, and I was able to finish unpacking. Of course talking to you. *laughs*

Matt: That’s great! *laughs* “Of course talking to you.” That’s very true we have been talking a lot.

Y/N: Yeah. *laughs* Do you have a life goal? Did you already achieve that life goal?

Matt: Yes and no. I wanted to make music since I was young and now that I’m a rapper, I would say that was my life goal. However, I feel like I haven’t achieved it because I feel as if there is something missing.

Y/N: Oh. What’s the one thing you are missing?

Matt: Someone to be with me along the way… you.

Your drinks and food have arrived and you start to eat. You were taken back because you didn’t expect Matt’s answer but, at the same time, you were full of love and looking at him - you knew he was the one. Matt noticed you were a little anxious. He grabbed your hand and held it while telling you everything is okay. You instantly relaxed knowing you were okay. Matt apologized but you told him he didn’t do anything wrong and that he didn’t need to apologize. You two go on to finish your meal and Matt paid the bill. You offered to pay your portion of the meal but he insisted on paying the bill. You were very grateful and thanked him.

You two were still a little hungry but for something sweet. There was an ice cream place near by and thought about getting ice cream. You and Matt went into his car and drove to get ice cream. You wanted [ favorite ice cream flavor ] on a cone and Matt wanted vanilla on a cone. Once you got your ice cream, you and Matt went back into his car and started to head back to your place. Matt had his arm around you and you laid your head on his shoulder. You felt loved and safe with him. The drive from the ice cream place to your place was 45 minutes. During the 45 minute drive, you fell asleep. Matt saw you were asleep and let you sleep until you both arrived at your place.

You both arrived at your place and Matt woke you up.

Matt: Hey Y/N. Wake up. We’re back at your place.

Y/N: *Half asleep* Oh! Sorry, I fell asleep.

Matt: It’s okay! It’s late. I don’t blame you.

You both got out and Matt walked you to your door and made sure you were inside and safe. You offered Matt a space to crash for the night since it was very late. Matt declined the offer since he had some things to get done before his upcoming concerts. Before he left, he kissed you and said he had an amazing night and that you both should do it again after his tour. You smiled and told him good night.

He closed the door behind him and you locked the door. You put on your pajamas and went straight to bed. You fell asleep quickly after getting into bed.

[fritz-federleicht]

Artists

Kurt Cobain (Nirvana)

Will Ramos (Lorna Shore)

Yung Gravy

Oliver Sykes (BMTH)

Bands

Slipknot

Sleep Token

[beansnsoup]

Guys don't talk to me, I need a second to catch my breath

[deadduvznap]

oogly boogly bitch i got some shit. necro with revivebur and the reader is dead? also im sorry my asks are gonna either be revivebur or schlatt i want both of them to noncon me so hard - 💀

gods i love saying oogly boogly bitch AND YES OML ITS PERFECTLY FINE THEY R BOTH SO MMMMM also have some revbur art (under this paragraph) but gods i also love being dead necro like :(( i entirely believe hes into wound fucking so just like imagine him just slitting ur throat nd watching ur blood drain (hc that he was a mortician in a past life and now he can perfectly preserve a body) he keeps the hole in ur neck and yknow makes a few more in other places ahahahaha and he keeps your body in a safe place, he definitely also carries a patch of your skin w him OR HE SEWS A PATCH OF UR SKIN ON HIM FRANKENBUR (refer to the middle art) he loves sticking his fingers in like a chest or stomach hole to feel your (internal meats) insides also ??? canibal wilbur who eats ur intestines and also he loves fucking your body where he can see your face maybe he gouges out one of your eyes and he likes sticking his finger in it

i also hvae some soft thoughts so if you want that holds you gently

[loganwritesprobably]

MCU Fanfic

Genre: I don't know how to label this one?? Beef?? Drama?? Character: Loki Laufeyson, ex boyfriend Steve Rogers Reader: Unspecified, they/them, pansexual

Request?: No

Warnings: Bad relationship, cheating, mild violence, mentions of sex

[mystic-writings]

sneak out | jess mariano

PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader SUMMARY — minutes into your mother’s dinner party, jess suggests you sneak out through your bedroom window - and you can’t help but agree WARNINGS — fluff, jess and reader being ‘troubled’ teens, a bit of angst, reader venting WORD COUNT — 2,322 NOTES — the idea of lorelai having a teen that was just like her is so appealing to me idk why - also would you believe me if i told you i listened to yung gravy while writing the majority of this fic

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You weren’t sure which was worse - the dinner your mother was hosting, or the idea that you now had to put up with a whole night of Luke’s strange nephew, whom you’d never met before.

Of course, you loved your family to pieces, and you loved Sookie and Jackson; hell, sometimes you looked at Luke as more of a father than you did your actual dad, but having everyone together for what you knew would be at least a three course meal, under one roof, with Luke’s mysterious nephew from New York, just felt draining.

So, to preserve what little social battery you had left for the day, you decided to spend the time between school and dinner in your room upstairs with a good book and a cd playing from the player that sat on your dresser at a low volume. You had to change the cd twice, first from one of your mothers Bangles cds to a Smiths one, but just as you were enjoying the beginning of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album (and nearly finishing up your book), did you hear the clanging of pots and pans from downstairs, as well as Sookie and Jackson’s lighthearted bickering.

You managed to bury yourself back into your book, one leg crossed loosely over the other outstretched one as you half-sat, half-laid on your bed, being mindful of your shoes so as to not get any dirt on your covers.

From downstairs, Jess was wandering around the Gilmore home as everyone else did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, internally monologuing and half-mocking their decor. He’d met Rory already, and she seemed like a nice enough girl. Enjoyed books. But he had yet to meet the third and final Gilmore girl, who so far had only been mentioned. However, as Jess scanned the various photographs on the mantle, he could hear the faint guitar of Suffragette City emanating from somewhere upstairs.

After peeking down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, Jess smirked and snuck up the stairs, into what was surely off-limits territory for someone like him. Still, he took the stairs two at a time and stealthily, managing to avoid all the places that would creak in a house like this one, despite never stepping foot inside beforehand. He followed the music down the hall, past some more paintings and pictures, to another bedroom. The door was open, and he was able to take a look inside. Posters covered most of the wall, leaving little space to show off the paint beneath them. Bookshelves occupied the wall right beside the door, and similarly to Rory’s room, they looked stuffed to the brim with books.

On the bed, facing him, was the person he assumed to be the final Gilmore girl - Rory’s twin sister. He watched intently, scanning every feature of your focused face as you scanned the final pages of the book you were reading. How your brow furrowed, eyes locked on the ink before you. The way the foot that hung off the edge of the bed was moving to the beat of the song.

Once Jess had decided that he’d been watching you long enough to constitute stalking, and how that was probably extremely creepy, he nudged the door open with a creak and stepped inside, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a slight smirk. “Hey there, Ziggy.”

At first, you thought that your mother was finally calling you down to dinner, until you heard the unusually male - and entirely unfamiliar - voice come from the body in your doorway. Tucking a receipt into your book to mark your place, you glared over at the boy standing in your room with his hands behind his back, smugness rolling off of him in waves as he admired your room.

“You’re Jess, aren’t you.” Your flat tone seemed to amuse him.

“How nice, you already know my name. I’m flattered.”

You watched him as he walked around your room, over to the window where your desk was, trying to figure him out as he peeled back your curtains. “It’s impossible to not know someone’s name in this town, even someone who’s only been here for 28 hours.”

He chuckled. “Nice one, Ziggy. Now tell me, why aren’t you downstairs with the rest of the freakshow? I mean, they are your family, after all, aren’t they?”

You pretended to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry to break it to you, Mariano, but I’ve been banned from the freakshow. Apparently having apathy toward any sort of Gilmore humour is forbidden, and they’ve locked me away forever.”

“Aw, so sorry to hear that.” Jess mocked, placing a hand over his heart with an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe they shunned such a ray of sunshine.” He smirked at your rolled eyes. “No, really, you must be a real treat at parties.”

“Quit it, Mariano. Is there a reason you came up here or did you just want to cause enough trouble to get kicked out of our beloved Stars Hollow? Because if so, you came to the right girl.”

Jess’ brow quirked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, slipping off your bed to walk over to Jess. “But it’s like… 9pm on a Wednesday. In Stars Hollow. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, and I don’t, because I did enough of that at school today, there’s nothing to do. Everyone’s asleep, and I’m pretty sure our 24-hour mini-mart closed like, half an hour ago.”

Now it was Jess’ turn to roll his eyes. “Your sister said that already. Is there seriously nothing to do here?”

“Nope.” You shrugged, just as a thought came to mind. “Well… there is one thing…” Jess’ eyebrows raised at the prospect of having something fun to do, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not anything revolutionary, you know.”

“Still, give me something, anything, to get us out of here, Ziggy. I’m begging you. I’m being suffocated by the stale air of suburban life.”

You nodded, tapping your fingers on your thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do one thing for me.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear.”

“Stop calling me Ziggy.” You said. “It’s a stupid nickname, and although I admire the fact that you listen to David Bowie enough to come up with a nickname like that one, I hate it. Call me by my actual name.”

“Well I would, if I knew it.”

“My mother never told you my name?” You asked with a raised brow. “She never shuts up about me and Rory, I’m surprised you never caught it.”

“Apparently, I didn’t. It seems she likes talking about Rory more.” Jess shrugged. “At least, around me she does.” He barely caught the slight sag of your shoulders, the drop in your demeanour, before you picked it back up and smiled.

“Well, Jess. I’m Y/n. Y/n Gilmore.” After a pause, you looked around and snagged a sweater from the chair in the corner of your room. “Now, if you’ll follow me, let’s go have as much fun as we’re able to in Stars Hollow at night.”

Jess waited impatiently behind you as you unlatched the window by your desk and pushed it up, slipping through and holding it open for him. As he clamoured out, you grabbed the rock underneath the window and placed it on the windowsill, lowering the window so you’d still be able to get back in later.

You could still hear the tail end of the album playing as Jess looked around.

“How are we supposed to get down?”

“The trellis, obviously.” You said, carefully making your way across the porch’s roof to the trellis right next to the kitchen window. “Just don’t make much noise, this thing is right next to the kitchen’s window and if we get caught we’re screwed. Follow my lead, and run when you hit the ground, got it?”

“Got it.”

Scaling down the trellis was basically second nature to you, but you made sure to look up every once in a while to make sure Jess was doing okay. He seemed to be, which comforted you somehow. You waited at the bottom for him, making sure to stay out of view of the window to the kitchen and the edge of the porch, which were on either side of the trellis, and could possibly get both you and Jess grounded.

When he landed, he looked at you, and a dish clattered in the kitchen. You both snapped to the window, then back to each other. On instinct, you took his hand and ran toward the woods.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Jess whisper-shouted.

“Relax!” You whisper-shouted back, slowing to a stop as soon as you were hidden in the tree line. “We’re not going into the woods, dumbass. What do you think would’ve happened if we waltzed out in the open in front of the living room window?”

Jess only sighed and nodded, letting go of your hand. He let you lead him through the trees, keeping the light of the house close to you, walking around the garage and past all the cars, waiting until Babette’s house was out of sight until you stepped back onto the road.

The walk was calm and quiet, crickets and the breeze occupying you instead of chatter. After a while, when you were beginning to reach the town centre, Jess spoke up. “So, what now?”

You shrugged. “Not sure. Usually I head to the lake, bring a book, or a cd player and some headphones. I don’t normally bring people with me, you know?”

Jess nodded, lips slightly pursed. The walk continued through the town, passing by shop after shop, all of them closed for the night. You had to admit, you weren’t used to taking walks like these, out in the open. Normally you’d find whichever path kept you out of the possible sight of the townspeople, a habit you developed after Taylor snitched on you to your mother after he caught you walking to the lake by the Inn when you were 12. Still, it was nice, and even if you were caught, you somehow didn’t seem to mind it.

As the buildings were fading again and you knew you were approaching the lake, you checked your watch. 9:27pm. You sighed, and Jess looked at you. Dropping your arm, you shook your head. “Almost 9:30. They definitely have to know something’s up at home. Probably sending out a search party by now.” You told him, before shrugging. “Or, you know, miraculously, they forgot we existed and are eating Sookie’s delicious no-allergen, fourteen course meal as we speak.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, right. Luke might not care that much, but Lorelai? She seems like the world’s most protective parent.”

“She is.” You confirmed, sitting on your usual bench, eyes following Jess as he sat next to you. “Trust me, I love her to death, but it gets annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, at least you have a protective mom.” Jess’ hands gripped the edge of the bench, his body hunched forward, making him look small, ready to run at a moment’s notice. “Mine decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Shipped me off to this… circus show without so much as a ‘sayonara, kid.’ You’re lucky.”

You frowned. Everyone knew within the hour of him arriving in Stars Hollow that Jess was a troubled kid, but even troubled kids deserved parents that cared. He was right, though, you were lucky. It just didn’t feel like it.

“I know I’m lucky, Jess, but it’s not all rainbows for me, you know.”

“Oh yeah? How?” He scoffed. “You have the perfect life, Y/n. A mom that cares, a great twin sister - hell, even Luke sings your praises.”

“Luke sings?”

Jess rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s not like that all the time, Jess.” You sighed. “My ‘great’ twin sister is, apparently, so great that she has all eyes on her at all times. My grandparents are always so proud of her for being so smart and planning this amazing, expensive, studious future - they’re planning on funding it, too, from the sounds of things. I just want to live, you know?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding Jess’ concerned gaze.

“And my mother seems more concerned about her wellbeing than mine, closer to her than to me. But somehow she wonders why I’m the troubled one. I mean, I act out, I barely go to that stupid prep school because it’s so suffocating, and I got an eyebrow piercing without permission instead of taking a calculus test last month, which I’m just getting out of that punishment. Everyone’s so focused on Rory and how seemingly great she is, I don’t even remember the last time I was appreciated for anything. And don’t even get me started on my dad.”

“Sounds like these freaks don’t know a good person when they see one.” Jess told you. “You seem chill. Adventurous, too. But just because you aren’t appreciated doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You too, Jess.” The world quieted around you for a moment, stars shining off the rippling waters of the lake. “But we don’t need to be good enough for them. Just good enough for us.”

He smiled, nodding once at you. Again, you appreciated the silence with him, watching the water or the sky. It wouldn’t be long until Luke and your mother found you both, you with your head on his shoulder and one knee bent to your chest, laughing quietly at a joke he told as you continued to get to know one another. But that was later. For now, you simply sat and watched the water, wishing the moment could last for the rest of your lives.

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a/n. dont forget to check out the satin black style guides in the vibes link below :)))))) molly, dodger, and i went a little insane in the akaashi, sakusa, and suna pinterest boards :))))))) featuring "the iwa board being just crossed arms is sending me" -- @eggyrocks

[playlists]. satin black || brews abridged || vibes

warnings: kys/death jokes

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extras!

hinata has no hesitation ab hitting creepy old men w the side eye when they come in asking for things they shouldnt

aone's body count chat can read aone's hieroglyphic texts in two seconds flat after so many years together

in his free time, akaashi likes getting sunaiwa in trouble. it brings him great joy to watch omi pin a screaming suna to the ground with a tattoo gun in his hand

suna found the crabinem meme on twitter and needed an excuse to use it

sakuyn both independently call suna "checkered vans" because they both independently hate them

BROTHER WHEN SUNAHINA BECOME THE BEST OF FRIENDS WE ARE ALL FUCKED. THATS TOO MUCH MENACE IN THE ROOM AT ONCE.

aone had to take over for the book section because hinata was too busy throwing ass in the middle of the store when soaked came on

yn doesnt listen to yung gravy. she just calls everything yung gravy.

iwa asked akaashi four times what "lookin like a discord kitten" meant and he did NOT elaborate

sakuyn have not met in person yet :))

omi decided "princess" is fitting bc shes a goody two shoes stuck up priss princess

iwa just shrugged and adopted princess into his vocabulary.

he will keep using it as "princess (/pos)". omi uses it as "princess (/neg)” lmao

akaashi made that man cry REAL hard and just stared down at him in disgust the whole time

honestly omi woulda just turned the music down the first time she asked, but that day he happened to be in a shit mood and he decided arbitrarily that she would have to deal w the consequences of that and now he wont drop it

when suna started blasting everywhere i go on repeat, omi just stood behind him at his station like a cryptid until suna turned and realized he was there. brews abridged heard the screaming through the wall

hinayachi are honestly just vibing at this point. theyve accepted the torture

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[lonefloric]

Hi there! if requests are open can i request a Sanemi x Hashira! reader (If you don’t do that then that’s alright! just normal Y/N will be fine).

Where sanemi comes back from a mission or just being out to find the reader in a blind rage. like everyone in the house has like fully just left. She throwing things, breaking things, but by the time he gets to her she’s just falling to her knees and sobbing. like she’s just done, she’s so overwhelmed and just so tired and done.

I’m in the mood for some fluff and comfort and i’m just having a really hard time rn i guess. (we love depression ❤️)

Have a nice day :)

Exhausted ✿

Sanemi x female hashira!reader

Sorry for this being so late and probably low quality, I've been sick and went to a Yung gravy concert so I've been resting a lot. I hope you still enjoy, and I completely understand the struggle of depression and breaking down from exhaustion :(( <3

Sanemi was exhausted, he just returned from a week-long mission and just wanted to go home and lay with you in bed. he trekked slowly along the path toward his estate, the usually short walk feeling long. Everything seemed normal at the estate from a distance, leaving him oblivious to the disaster inside the estate.

inside the estate, the entire interior was wrecked. broken glass and random tidbits strewn around everywhere. As Sanemi was getting ready to enter the estate gardens he heard a glass shatter, which made him slightly concerned. the shattering glass was followed by momentary silence before another glass shattered.

Now Sanemi was very concerned, his pace picking up and throwing the door open on high alert. he was ready for anything, his hand readied on his blade in case a demon somehow made it into the estate. his eyes flicked around the room before landing on your slumped form. you leaned against the wall heavy sobs wrecking your body. the entire room was a mess, with glass everywhere and dirt from the plants you cared for in your free time.

"what the hell happened?" sanemi wasn't worried about the mess in the room, more concerned for your mental state. you didn't look good at all, with messy hair, a tear-stained face, the scratch marks on your face from where he could tell you tugged at your hair and dragged your nails down your face. you finally noticed his presence after a moment, he stepped forward and caught you as you leaned towards him, carefully maneuvering both of your bodies to the floor.

"I'm so tired," you sobbed, "I'm overwhelmed from all the missions from the demon attacks increase. I'm so tired." sanemi didn't say anything, just listened and stroked your hair. he may be rough around the edges, but he really was a soft man. soon your sobs died down, you had cried all the tears in your body, now just leaning against Sanemi's chest.

"Let us go lay down," you nodded tiredly, sanemi lifted you up bridal style and carefully stepped around the mess on the floor, he would be worried about that later. carrying you to the bedroom he carefully helped you change into comfier sleepwear and laid down on the bed with you. you snuggled into his chest and quickly fell asleep.

sanemi's fingers slowly dragged down your face, gently moving hair from your face and watching your peaceful expression. seeing you so distraught hurt sanemi's heart. he would talk to the master later and see if you would be able to get a temporary break to be able to rest and recover.

[littlesunshine1223]

Yung Gravy Masterlist

Him as things from the Quotebook

Requests are always open

[boredomisbadforme]

Can you do more yung gray dating head cannons please ?

Of course, sorry it took a while, exams and all (side note: while I was writing this and lost ideas, my dumbass would shout "source material" and go through ALL of his TikToks)

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He's a dog person and I feel like he'd want to come home with a new puppy everyday (lord knows he has the money for it)

He'd take things at a slow pace (gotta make sure you don't want him for money or something like that)

Flowers everyday (if you're allergic then it's plastic flowers)

I feel he'd be a cheesy boyfriend

Dad jokes (idk why it's just a feeling I have)

Dirty jokes too but if you're uncomfortable with it then he won't make them

I feel like he loves kids

Dates are often and expensive

You would know his passwords, he trusts you

Serenades, I have no explanation other than a gut feeling

I can't remember if I said this before but old movies, he likes 'em

Odd nicknames, he just gives that kinda vibe

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I started this while I was still writing exams but I lost motivation and had to take some days off and then family stuff happened so yea. But here it is!

[mythoughtsbysms]

Surprise - Part 2

February 1, 2023

Morning

You’ve woken up from the cold breeze coming into your room through the window that has been coming in throughout the night. It’s 6:00 am and you decided to stay in bed for another hour. You had a hard time falling asleep the night before because you were excited about your date with Matt. You set an alarm for an hour and went back to sleep until 7:00 am. You stopped your alarm, got out of bed, and went straight to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, you were thinking about what you wanted to eat while you were making your iced latte. You decided on a toast with butter to hold you over since you and Matt are going out for breakfast at around 9:00 am. You had a lot on your mind - you were nervous, happy, and excited. You wanted to know what the surprise was however, Matt wouldn’t tell you anything about it. He keeps telling you to “wait and I’ll tell you” bs. You wanted to know now. You got yourself ready for the day and work on creating your products for your online shop for an hour to an hour and a half. You’re wearing flare jeans, a white tank, a shirt black shirt jacket, a black beanie, and black booties. You’re comfortable and cozy but more important you felt great in it. You grab your purse and keys. You asked Matt where you are meeting up and you were on your way to meet up with him.

9:00 AM

You went inside the cafe and you saw Matt sitting at a table. You went up to him and said hey.

Matt: *waves*

Y/N: *waves back while walking towards him* hey Matt, how are you? *hugs Matt*

Matt: *hugs Y/N* I’m doing great! How are you? *let’s go and looks at you*

Y/N: I’m great! Ready to go order? I’m ready for my surprise.

Matt: *laughs* Yeah, I know, let’s order first and then I’ll tell you your surprise.

Y/N: *sighs* Okay… let’s go order.

Y/N: Hello! I would like a 12oz americano with a little half-and-half and I would like an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich with sausage and some fruit on the side.

Matt: I would like a 16oz black coffee with an egg and ham sandwich with fruit on the side.

Barista: Awesome! We’ll have that ready to go for you. Go ahead and take a seat and we’ll call your name when your order is ready.

You and Matt went back to your table and waited for your food and coffee.

Y/N: I’m ready for my surprise Matt.

Matt: Okay okay. *hold your hand*

Y/N: *thinking - “oh shit - he’s holding my hand…”*

Matt: I know we have known each other for a couple months but it has felt more than a couple. I want to take our relationship to the next level and ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend.

Y/N: Yes… I want to be your girlfriend! *smiles*

Matt: *smiles* That’s amazing!

Your food and drinks are ready to be picked up. You and Matt walked over and grabbed your coffee and food and went back to your table to eat. The rest of the time was awkward because there was new energy and both of you needed time to digest that you are now in a relationship.

Evening

The rest of the night was a blur due to all the excitement. All you could think about is that you are Matt’s girlfriend. You were tired and thought it was best to call Alyssa tomorrow to tell her the news since you said you would tell her. You put on your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and went straight into bed. You are so happy and as you were about to fall asleep, a notification pops up;

Matt: Goodnight Y/N. I love you. ❤️

Y/N: Goodnight Matt. I love you too. ❤️

[fritz-federleicht]

Yung Gravy

Imagines

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

mr. clean

pairing: pre-re2 leon x best friend's mom reader

cw: oral sex, older woman/younger man, smut and fluff

summary: the part two to cool mom's countdown! there will likely be a part three as well (bc they're falling in love) but basically, leon just learns to eat pussy in this one lol

a/n: the title is a reference to the yung gravy song of the same name (i couldn't decide which lyric i wanted to make the title, plus leon would never say any of those things he's too sweet)

wc: 1.8k

link to part 1

It was Spring the next time you saw Leon.

You kept your distance when Leon first arrived, only making an appearance to serve snacks to the boys. Your poor planning left you alone that night. You were hoping to get a moment alone with Leon to propose the idea of having more personal time together that night or the next morning. Leon didn’t need to be asked, he snuck downstairs and found you on the back porch, sipping a cup of tea. 

You heard the sliding door squeak and you turned to find a handsome young blond. You tried not to smile too big, fearing you’d develop wrinkles. 

“I couldn’t sleep…” Leon said, stepping out into the cool midnight air.

“Funny,” you said, brushing a hand across his cheek, “you look pretty sleepy to me.”

His eyelids drooped and he looked like he was about to doze off standing up. 

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you remembered that I always have trouble sleeping, so you stayed up to come see me.”

“Maybe…”

“How’d you find me out here?”

“You always come out here. I remember when I was little and I really couldn’t sleep and you let me drink some of your tea.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, recalling the memory, “and you hated it.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna try it now that you’re all grown-up?” you teased. 

“Sure.”

You handed him the mug and he sipped it. He paused, waited for the aftertaste, and then shook his head.

“Still don’t like it, huh?”

“No, but, uh, thank you for letting me try it again…” He handed it back to you, daintily despite his large hands. 

“I’m assuming you didn’t come out here to ask for a sip of my tea,” you say. 

“No, ma’am,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I guess I just like being around you.”

“Well, thank you, honey,” you said, rubbing his shoulder. You had the comforting touch of a mother, you could coax him into meeting your eyes without a single word spoken. 

He hadn’t changed too much - same baby blue eyes, same bashful smile. You wondered if anything about him had changed - a girlfriend? Were you still the only woman lucky enough to get your hands on him? The subject naturally came up during your conversation.  

“Are there girls at the academy?” you asked him. 

“Not like you.”

“What am I like?” You were giggling like a teenager, struck by Cupid’s arrow for the first time. 

“Beautiful.” There was a certain weight to it. It wasn’t ‘you’re so sexy’ like men your age would drunkenly slur out, begging you to come home with them. Leon was sober, untainted by alcohol, heartache, or even time. The moonlight reflected on his face, making him look angelic. Rightfully so

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, apropos of nothing, and yet, expected all the same. 

You hummed an affirmative as you leaned in and pressed your lips against Leon’s. His lips were pillowy soft and you couldn’t help but imagine what else he could do with them. It didn’t go further than kissing that night. You pulled back, smiled at him and said, “Why don’t you stay a little while tomorrow?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You made breakfast for the boys and sent your son off to baseball practice.

“Do you want a ride home, Leon?” he called on his way out. 

“No,” you stepped in, giving him the alibi, “He’s going to help me with some housework… since I don’t get any help from you.” Yeah, the accusation, that got him to leave swiftly. Couldn’t get him to do the dishes if his life depended on it. 

From behind you, Leon asked, “What kind of housework are we doing?” 

You laughed, “None, baby, not unless you really want to. I was planning on doing something a little more fun.”

“Oh, sure, yeah, I’m fine with whatever you want.” Always so eager to please, Leon probably would have done chores for you if you’d asked him. You weren’t one to take advantage of such a sweet boy, though. 

“How about you come upstairs with me?” You stretched out your hand for him to take, and you led him to your bedroom. 

You immediately reclined on the bed while Leon lingered in the doorway, unsure of what to do. 

“Come sit down,” you said, patting the spot next to you. 

When he climbed into your bed, he sat close to you, his sweatpants against your bare thigh. “Leon?” you said softly. 

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever gone down on a girl?”

“No, not yet.”

“Would you like to?”

“If you’ll teach me how.”

“Of course. It’s not hard.”

His eyes lit up at the idea of you teaching him. You figured he might be the type of guy who’d be into that sort of thing. A mama’s boy, a teacher’s pet.

“What do I do first?”

“We should probably start by just kissing before we get to that.”

“Oh yeah, I can do that.”

His kisses began soft and slow, you had to coax him into deeper, tongue-filled kisses, but he was a fast learner. You felt his breath quicken and his dick getting hard against your leg as you continued kissing him. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

“Yeah. In fact, it was getting a little hot in here.” You winked and removed your shirt. 

He marveled at your breasts which were still concealed by your bra. You wore a pretty lace one for him, and the discomfort was well worth it to see his eyes widen with desire. 

“Think you can handle taking it off?” You asked. It took an experienced man to take off a bra, so you didn’t expect much from Leon. Just trying was enough. 

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good.”

You played with his hair and watched the redness rise in his cheeks. He fumbled with the clasp with shaky hands. Clearly he didn’t have much experience. It took him a moment, but he was successful.

“I’m proud of you, honey.” Your words were genuine, he could hear it in your voice, and it made his heart flutter. 

“Thank you,” he said, his pitch faltering. 

Most men who entered your bedroom did so at night, usually a bit drunk, none of them bothering to turn on the lights. The light illuminating your body was an unavoidable one. You had Leon in the morning, and he made you feel okay with the idea of being seen - his adoration for you made you shy. To be loved is to be known, to be known is to be seen in the daylight.

His fingers trembled when he unbuttoned your jeans, but he managed to get the zipper down. His appetite was his only helper, he yearned for something he’d never had the fortune of tasting.

“Just do what feels right. As long as you don’t bite, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

He gulped and nodded, sliding your panties down. They matched your bra. You dressed up all sexy for him, though he would’ve happily taken you without all the frills. Maybe that’s why you put more effort into your appearance when you were with him. To match his utter devotion (you would only ever feel half the admiration he would for you). He revered you as a goddess. 

 You noticed his hesitation. “Start by touching it. I won’t ask you to use your mouth until you’re sure you’re ready.”

He placed his hands on your inner thighs and you helped him by spreading them for him. “Don’t be nervous, honey,” you said, running your hands through his hair.  

“Wanna make you feel good,” he said. 

“You will. I already feel good just being around you.” Yeah, it’s cheesy, but it got a smile out of him. 

He started by rubbing his fingers along your folds gently. He noticed the way your breath hitched when his fingertips brushed your clit. 

“Does it feel good when I do this?” He wasn’t even trying to talk dirty. His utter sincerity made his words even hotter.

“Yes, baby,” you said, breathier now, “It feels so good when you touch me there.”

He started to rub circles over your clit now that you’d told him where it was. “Can I use my mouth now?” 

“Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”

Leon began with little kitten licks and then began to run his tongue along your lower lips, which were all puffy and wet, (they had been before he’d touched you). 

“Did I make you wet?”

“Mhm, it’s all you.”

The encouragement had him diving back in, lapping at your folds. He wasn’t skilled by any means, but his enthusiasm made up for his lack of experience. When you pulled his hair, you felt the movements of his tongue increase in speed and he pressed his face further into you. There was an insatiable desire inside him, an addiction that began the moment he first tasted you. 

“You can put your fingers in me, too, if you want,” you suggested.

“Just one?” he asked, inserting his middle finger, which made you moan. “Or two?” He didn’t wait for your answer before he inserted his index finger and watched your reaction. 

“Yes,” you said, “Two, baby, feels so good.” As he pumped them in and out, his tongue returned to your pussy. He looked up at you with his baby blue eyes. “Curl your fingers up,” you said, showing him with your own hand. He did as you asked and you moaned loudly. 

He studied you, and managed to figure out where you liked his mouth best - your clit, obviously. 

“Leon,” you said, breathing heavily, “you can suck on it, too, just lightly-” you had something else to say, but it didn’t matter because he started to suck on your clit and you were cut off by your own moan. 

Your legs were trembling at this point. “Oh my god, Leon, keep doing that.” You hooked your legs around him and ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 

Upon hearing that, he moaned into your core. It sent you over the edge. You nearly suffocated him with your thighs when you came. You felt bad for pulling his hair, but he loved it. If you hadn’t been completely taken by your own orgasm, you would’ve noticed. He was brave enough to tell you the next time you saw him. Arousal gave him a certain bravado. 

After you finished, he said, “Did I do okay?”

You laughed. “Yes, you did great. I thought that was obvious.”

You offered to help him out, to return the favor. But, sheepishly, he revealed that he didn’t need any help from you. You could see the wet spot on his underwear. You didn’t realize he was rutting against the mattress the whole time. 

“You had a lot of fun, huh?”

“Yeah.” His voice wavered when he spoke.

You stifled the laugh that threatened to escape your mouth. 

“Does this mean we have to be done?” he asked sheepishly. 

“Think you’ve got another round in you?”

He nodded and climbed on top of you, ready to kiss you with your slick still on his lips. 

“Already?” you said when you noticed he was already hard again. 

“Yeah,” he said with a light laugh. You could see embarrassment shift to pride when he saw how pleased you were to see that he was ready to go again almost immediately.

[livvyisb0red]

“Let me cheer you up ;)”

Wealthy!Best Friend!Hawks x Stressed!Reader

Summary: Keigo’s beloved best friend has been overly stressed with work at their agency; his only way he thought to calm them down is to have a night-in at his penthouse with some drinks and music.

- Best Friends to Lovers (?) -

**CW: overworked, kissing, alcohol, cuddling

*Reader is a prohero with their own agency

NOT PROOFREAD

Another sigh fell from his mouth as Keigo set his phone on the small table in front of him, careful not to knock over his glass of water.

“My one weekend off and everyone is busy!” He grumbled before falling back onto his sofa, the multicolored screen catching his attention as he sits upright, allowing him to fixate on the sitcom that illuminates from the screen.

A few episodes pass before his phone buzzes on the table.

*1 message from: Loser ^///^*

- dude i’ve had so much to do at my agency since my assistant got a new job - 9:30 pm

~ I bet :( Do you want me to send my assistant over to your agency? - 9:30 pm

- omg please i’d literally cry. - 9:31 pm

~ Of course! What all would he be doing? - 9:31 pm

He leaned forward to get a sip of his water before checking his phone again.

- honestly he could probably come in tomorrow. if there’s two of us looking through these reports we can get it done in about two hours. I’ll be paying him a little extra too since he isn’t part of my agency. - 9:32 pm

~ Alright! I wish you luck. You leaving now then? - 9:32 pm

- yeah probably. why? - 9:32 pm

~ I’m booooooooorrrreeeedd - 9:33 pm

Keigo had sent the message with hopes that his best friend would want to come over. He knew they’d want to!

- kei I’m so stressed idk. i just wanna chill tonight - 9:34 pm

Well this didn’t go as planned. He had another trick up his sleeve. Hoping it would work, he took a deep breath and pressed his thumb against the screen of his phone.

~ Let me cheer you up ;) - 9:35 pm

“Fuck why did I do that?!” Keigo immediately got anxious after sending that. What if they get mad? Will they hate him? Oh god. Intrusive thoughts starting swirling through his head, playing out the worst possible out come over and over again until…

- yeahh it’s friday why not lmao - 9:36 pm

Jumping off the couch, he cheered loudly before rushing back to his phone.

~ Dress up for me, and bring a bathing suit ;) - 9:36 pm

- okay feathers lol - 9:36 pm

Keigo rushed around his house speed cleaning everything to make sure it was nice for when (y/n) came over. He took the cover off of his hot tub, making sure it was the perfect temperature for the two of them. Throwing some snacks together on a plate for them, he thought it would be nice to pour some Rosé for them. Rushing to his room, he looks for something to where quickly finding some nice dress pants and a white button up for him to wear.

Taking off his t-shirt, he looks at himself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and throwing his dress shirt on, barely buttoning it up since they would be getting in the hot tub.

The knock on the door pulled him out of his trance, and brought him into a new one. He practically appeared at the door, opening it for his dazzling bestie.

“Hey feathers.”

Oh boy. They did NOT have to get that pretty for HIM. If it weren’t for his ego, Keigo would be on his knees IMMEDIATELY for them.

“Hi chickie” Keigo choked out with a wink. He took their hand leading them into his penthouse, while grabbing the glass of rosé to hand to (y/n).

“Oh my god, you didn’t have to do all this for me Kei! I’m serious!”

“Why wouldn’t I? After a stressful day I would wanna be pampered too.”

Walking over to his coffee table, he grabbed the remote putting on music that just begged to be danced to. Keigo strutted back to (y/n), hand out, inviting them to dance with him.

“Really, Kei?” (Y/n) shook their head, giggling before taking his hand and accepting the invitation.

The lights in the room changed to a hot pink before Keigo put his phone back on the table, looking back at his best friend, admiring their eyes. They danced for what felt like hours, the upbeat, glittery music mixed with the pink lights and alcohol had them ignoring anything that happened around them. Keigo grabbed (y/n)’s face, looking deeply into their eyes before asking a question which would change the night for the better.

“Wanna take a shot or two?”

Laughter erupted between the two of them before they made their way to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of Ciroc and two shot glasses. They each took a shot before chasing it down with more rosé. Slowly but surely they made their way back into the living room before Keigo looked at (y/n), gesturing to his balcony.

“Let’s take this outside, babe.” Keigo practically drooled from his mouth.

They both got changed in his room before making their way to his balcony, with Keigo leading the way and opening the sliding door. He climbed over the side before grabbing (y/n)’s hand, guiding them into the hot tub with him. Thoughts started swirling through Keigo’s mind. He wanted to put his arm over (y/n) more than anything, but the fear of ruining the relationship they had took over. So he just leaned back and looked over to the city around them. They both let out a sigh, soaking in the relaxing feeling of the warm water washing around them. Keigo jumped at the feeling of someone’s head on his shoulder, looking down at (y/n), who was looking back at him before shooting a wink. They both laughed, realizing the others feelings.

“You cool with this?” (Y/n) asked in an almost whisper-like tone.

“Uh YEAH!” He cheered, causing them both to burst into laughter for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

They cuddled up to each other in the hot tub, his arm over their shoulder, their leg over top of his. Keigo looked at (y/n) with longing eyes before pulling them onto his lap. He looked up at them, running his hand up their body before resting it on the back of their head and pulling them into a kiss.

The kiss lasted hours in their head, when in reality it was only a few seconds. They looked at each other before Keigo let out a drunken giggle and kissing (y/n) once more, this one with more passion than the last. Alcohol running through their mouths, causing kiss to be sickeningly sweet to both of them. Keigo pulled away, leaving his hand on their waist.

“I think we are both too drunk for this, but just know that I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t want anything happening between us while we’re drunk. I’d rather not have any regrets in the morning.”

(y/n) looked at him with the most mesmerizing smile Keigo had ever seen before kissing him once more and nodding in agreement.

“I was thinking the same thing, Kei”

They both got out of the hot tub, drying off before heading back inside.

“Do you want a sweatshirt and sweats to change into?” Keigo asked from his bedroom.

“Yes please! Thanks!”

Keigo came down the stairs with the promised clothes in his hands.

“You can get changed in my bathroom over there, you know where it is.”

Watching as his friend left the room before checking the time on his phone, 1:37 am.

“Wow” he laughed to himself before looking back up and seeing (y/n) in his hoodie and pants which were way too big for them, but he loved it.

He put his arm up, inviting them over to the couch with him so he could put his arm over them.

“You know it’s almost 2:00, right?”

“No?! That much time passed?”

“Yeah, we should get to bed, I got a TV in my room so we’ll have something to watch while we fall asleep.”

“But I just sat down!”

Keigo giggled before picking them up and carrying them up the stairs into his room and laying them on his bed. They both got under the covers before tangling themselves together. He didn’t even get to turn on the tv before they fell asleep together with a new future ahead of them.