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[itneverendshere]

hi again! so I've been meaning to send a request, but before i go about it I wish to say it's completely okay if you're not inspired by this, or if you simply don't want to write it, i would hate myself if I made you overwhelmed or smth. love you anyways 💕 so for the request: reader who's autistic. she's not very talkative nor socially active, never had a boyfriend, has one or two friends, yet somehow rafe notices her and finds her endearing. she's okay being herself with her friends, like she's funny, kind and passionate about her interests (like geek stuff, fantasy books, animals and such). she has zero flirting experience and is always dismissive towards rafe bc she doesn't think someone could like her romantically, and she's always suspicious of people bc they've wronged her in the past (in my experience as an autistic person i tend to believe everything ppl say and am kinda naive, so ppl played me or said unrealistic things and I believed them, which then is a reason for laughter, now I'm always suspicious to ppl's intentions). I'm giving you creative freedom with this, just wanted an autistic reader for once :) if you feel like writing it but need to know more abt autism, you can just post question and I'll answer in your asks, if that's okay. Just a reminder again before I go: feel free to decline this request, I know it might not be something cool to write and that's okay ☺️ love you lots, thank you for your time!

i tried my best, hope you like it 🫶🏼 and if you don't lmk so i can do better!! this was really fun since it's a compeltely new topic of inspiration. kinda left an "open" ending bc i couldn't make my mind up lmao. thank you for the resquest and sorry it took me a while to finally do it 🫂

got dreams but i can't make myself believe them - r.c

paring: rafe x autistic!reader word count: 6.9k

The party was a mistake. You knew it the moment you walked in, the thumping music and crush of people making your skin crawl. Your friends had been relentless, insisting that you needed to “get out more” and “live a little,” despite your repeated attempts to explain that “getting out” meant something different to you.

But somehow, you’d caved, and now you were standing awkwardly in the corner of a stranger’s living room, clutching your book like it was a life vest. You needed to stop letting them drag you everywhere.

It was the typical college party scene, at least the one's you'd heard or read about before. Red solo cups everywhere, groups of people huddled on couches or pressed together on the so called dance floor, and a few already-drunk guys yelling loudly in the kitchen.

This was supposed to be fun?

“Just stay for an hour,” they said. “If it’s really that bad, you can leave.”

Right. Except an hour felt like an eternity when you were trapped in a sensory nightmare. You took a deep breath, scanning the crowded room. There were people everywhere—laughing, dancing, chattering loudly in clumps—and the noise was a constant, overwhelming buzz in your ears.

This was definitely a mistake.

So, you did what you always did in these situations: you found a place to hide. After walking through the drunk college students, you eventually ended up on quiet nook near the back of the house. It was a small room, probably some sort of den or study. Blessedly, it was empty. With a sigh of relief, you settled into an oversized armchair, opened your book, and let the world outside your pages melt away.

Time slipped by as you read, the noise of the party changing into a distant hum. You were so engrossed that you didn’t even notice when someone stumbled into the room until a loud crash jolted you out of your fictional word. He nearly tripped over his own feet, catching himself at the last second with a slurred, “Shit.”

You looked up to find a guy standing unsteadily in the doorway, blinking blearily at you. He was tall, with tousled hair and a loose, easy grin that spoke of far too many drinks. His eyes were a striking blue even in the low light, and it took you a second to place him.

Rafe Cameron.

Oh, God. You knew him—well, of him, at least. He was in your sociology class, always sitting a few rows behind you with his gaggle of equally charming friends. He’d never spoken to you before, though, and you’d never had a reason to pay him much attention.

Until now.

Then his face split into a lazy grin, and he swaggered—no, stumbled—into the room, somehow managing to make even that look effortless.

“Heyyy,” he drawled, leaning heavily against the arm of the chair across from you. “It’s… it’s you.”

You blinked at him. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he slurred, squinting like he was trying to see you clearly. “T-The girl from my class. The quiet one.”

Your stomach did a weird flip, part confusion, part disbelief. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded sagely, as if you’d just confirmed some great truth. “You’re the uh, the smart one. With the books.” He gestured vaguely at the one in your hands. “Always sittin’ up front, all… all cute n'shit.”

Your cheeks burned. Was he seriously calling you cute? No. He was drunk—really drunk. He probably didn’t even know what he was saying.

“Do you need help?” you asked cautiously. “You look—”

“I’m fine,” he cut you off, straightening up as if to prove it, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way he swayed on his feet. “Needed to get away from those idiots out there. Too many people.”

You almost laughed. Rafe Cameron, overwhelmed by people? The guy who was always surrounded by friends, girls practically draped over him like accessories? But he looked sincere—well, as sincere as a drunk person could look.

“Why don’t you sit down?” you suggested, gesturing to the empty chair. “You, um, might fall over if you don’t.”

“Pfft, I’m not gonna—” He paused mid-sentence, wobbling precariously. Then, as if he’d just made the smartest decision of his life, he plopped down in the chair, sprawling out like he owned the place.

“See? Told ya m'fine,” he said, flashing you a lopsided grin.

You couldn’t help but snort. “Right.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his gaze roaming over your face “What’re you doin’ here?” he asked abruptly.

You glanced at your book, then back at him. "Reading?”

“No, I mean… here,” he insisted, gesturing vaguely around the room. “At this shitty party.”

You shrugged, feeling awkward. “My friends dragged me. I didn’t really want to come.”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and for a moment, he looked almost sober. “Yeah, same.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

He smirked, a flash of the cocky, arrogant guy you’d seen in class. “Yeah, well… they’re fucking assholes, but they’re my assholes, y'know?”

You didn’t, but you nodded anyway. “Sure.”

“So, what’s that book about?”

You hesitated. “Um… it’s a fantasy novel.”

“Fantasy, huh?” He tilted his head, eyeing the cover. “Like wizards and dragons n'shit?”

“Sort of,” you admitted. “It’s about a girl who finds out she has magic and goes on a quest to—”

“Save the world?” he finished with a mock-solemn expression.

“...Yeah,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Bet it is,” he murmured, his gaze still fixed on you. “You’re really into that stuff, huh?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. Why?”

He shrugged, his smirk softening into something that almost looked like genuine interest. “You looked happy, talkin’ about it.”

Your heart did another weird little flip, and you frowned, pushing the feeling down. He was drunk. This didn’t mean anything. He probably wouldn’t even remember it in the morning.

But then, his eyes drifted shut, his head lolling back against the chair. Within seconds, he was snoring. You sat there, stunned.

What the hell had just happened?

Three days later, you were sitting in your usual spot in the lecture hall, flipping through your notes. Class was about to start, and the room was filling up with the usual pre-lecture chatter. You were just getting settled when someone slid into the seat beside you.

You glanced up, expecting one of your friends. But it wasn’t.

It was Rafe.

“Hey, friend,” he said casually, like you hadn’t left him passed out at a party a few nights ago.

You stared at him, completely disoriented. “Hi?”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair like this was completely normal. “Didn’t think I’d forget about you, huh?”

Your eyes narrowed. “I… yeah, actually.”

Rafe’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, “See, that’s where you’re wrong, princess,” he murmured. “I remember everything.”

Did he just give you a nickname?

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“Yeah.” He crossed his arms, looking entirely too smug. “You, sitting there all cute with your book, talking about magic and shit. Thought I was too drunk to remember, huh?”

“I—” You stared at him, completely off balance. “Why are you here?”

“Because I want to be,” he said simply. “Got a problem with that?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “No?”

“Good.” He flashed you a grin, all cocky charm. “So, you gonna tell me more about that book, or what?”

You gaped at him. “You actually want to hear about it?”

“Why not?” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “It made you smile.”

And for some reason, that simple statement knocked the breath out of you.

“Okay,” you said, still unsure if this was some kind of elaborate prank.

But Rafe just leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I think I’ll stick around.”

The next few classes were…weird, to say the least. Ever since Rafe decided you were his new "friend," he’d taken to sitting beside you every lecture, plopping down in the empty seat as if he’d been there all along. It was confusing. Most of the time, he’d breeze in at the last possible minute, sauntering up to your row without so much as a greeting and settling into the chair with that infuriatingly self-assured smirk.

You were already seated, your notebook open and your pen poised to start taking notes when he dropped into the seat beside you with his usual nonchalance. He stretched his long legs out in front of him, casting you a sidelong look as if daring you to acknowledge him first.

“Hi,” you said quietly, eyes flicking back to the front of the room.

“Hey, princess,” he replied, voice low and teasing.

You kept your gaze firmly on your notebook. You’d quickly learned that the best way to deal with him was to pretend his presence didn’t affect you—no matter how much his proximity messed with you.

He’d spent the last three classes nudging your foot under the desk, passing snide comments under his breath, or leaning over just close enough to murmur sarcastic observations about whatever the professor was droning on about. And today was no different.

The lecture started, Professor Callahan launching into her usual detailed overview of sociological theory. You tried to focus, pen flying across your notebook as you jotted down her points.

“Is she always this boring?” he whispered, leaning in slightly so his arm brushed against yours.

You stiffened, eyes fixed on your notes. “If you listened, it wouldn’t be so boring.”

He snorted. “Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna waste my time listening to her go on about… what is it today? Class structure?”

“Yes,” you hissed, refusing to look at him. “And if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to—”

“You’re going to what?” he challenged, his grin audible in his voice.

You snapped your mouth shut, trying to ignore the way his leg brushed against yours under the desk. He was doing it on purpose—nudging your knee every so often, shifting just a little closer until the faint scent of his cologne surrounded you. It was infuriating. And yet, when you glanced sideways at him, he was looking at you with that maddening, lazy grin that made your heart stutter.

“Just pay attention,” you mumbled, cheeks warm.

“Why would I do that when I have such a pretty view right here?”

Your head whipped around, eyes wide. “What?”

But Rafe just smirked, his gaze drifting lazily up and down your face before flicking back to the front of the room as if he hadn’t just made your brain short-circuit. 

“Relax, princess. Just messin' with you.”

You swallowed, trying to refocus on the lecture. His attention was like a physical thing—intense and all-consuming. It made you uneasy. 

Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you forced yourself to look at the professor, tuning out the heat of Rafe’s gaze. Professor Callahan was in the middle of explaining something about social hierarchies when she suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“Mr. Cameron.”

The entire class fell silent.

You looked up, eyes widening in surprise as Professor Callahan fixed Rafe with a stern look. “I’m aware that I’m not as pretty as your classmate,” she said dryly, gesturing toward you, “but I would appreciate it if you could pay attention for at least ten minutes.”

A ripple of snickers spread through the room, and your cheeks flamed scarlet. Rafe, however, didn’t even blink, he was completely unruffled and offered the professor a lazy, arrogant smile. “Sorry, Professor. Just got a little distracted.”

Your stomach dropped. He was staring at you, unabashedly.

The professor raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure.” Her tone was dry, unimpressed. “Would you mind keeping your distractions to yourself until after class?”

Another murmur of laughter swept through the room, and you shrank in your seat, mortified. His smirk widened, but he leaned back in his chair, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Of course, ma’am,” he drawled. “No more distractions.”

Professor Callahan gave him a pointed look, then turned back to the board, resuming her lecture. You sat there, face burning, refusing to look anywhere near Rafe, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Guess I got you in trouble, huh?” he whispered, leaning closer.

You grit your teeth, still staring resolutely at the front of the room. “Stop talking.”

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, his voice teasing. “You’re way more interesting than this shit.”

“Rafe, I swear—”

“Okay, okay, I’ll behave,” he said lightly, sitting back. But he didn’t take his eyes off you. You could feel him lingering, warm and intent, and you wanted to scream. How was he so calm? So unaffected, like getting called out by the professor was just a minor inconvenience?

You hated every second of it.

“Rafe,” you hissed under your breath, finally daring to glance at him. “Will you just—”

“What?” He leaned in again, eyes bright with mischief. “You want me to go back to ignoring you?”

“Stop staring.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Can’t promise that, princess.”

Your heart hammered, and you squeezed your pen so tightly it nearly snapped. “Why are you even here?”

He shrugged, his expression turning oddly serious. “I like sitting next to you.”

Rafe Cameron—the arrogant, cocky asshole you’d written off as nothing more than a nuisance—had just chosen to stay by your side.

As soon as class ended, you gathered your things in record time, heart still thumping wildly. The room buzzed with students shuffling out, but you kept your head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

Maybe if you were quick enough, you could escape before he decided to make good on his new, annoying habit of sticking to you like glue. But, of course, he was nothing if not persistent.

You’d barely slung your bag over your shoulder when he appeared at your side, his tall frame looming over you as he fell into step like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Heading to lunch?” he asked, all casual charm, as if he hadn’t just spent the entire class making you the center of unwanted attention.

“Yes?” You tried not to sound as thrown as you felt, but the way he looked at you—with that infuriatingly lazy grin—told you he could see right through you.

“Cool. I’m starving.” He said it like it was an invitation, like he was entitled to follow you, and before you could muster up a half-hearted protest, he was already steering you through the crowded hallway.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you demanded, glancing around in panic. People were staring, eyes widening as they took in the sight of Rafe Cameron, of all people, trailing after you. Whispers flitted through the air, curious and disbelieving, and you shrank under the scrutiny, feeling painfully exposed.

“Uh, going to lunch with you?” He made it sound so obvious, his voice lilting with amusement.

“I didn’t invite you!” You glanced at him, trying to tamp down the fluttery, nervous feeling his presence always seemed to stir up. “What if I’m eating with someone else?”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll eat with them too.”

You gawked at him. “What?”

But Rafe just flashed you that cocky, confident grin. “Relax. It’s just lunch.”

Just lunch, he said, like this wasn’t completely absurd.

You narrowed your eyes, debating whether to make a break for it, but he was already steering you toward the main quad, his hand ghosting the small of your back in a way that made your skin tingle. 

Your heart hammered as the familiar outdoor seating area came into view. Your friends were already there, sitting at your usual table—a small group of two girls and a guy, all talking animatedly. You hadn’t even sat down yet, and they still managed to look up as one, their expressions morphing from curious to shocked when they caught sight of you—and Rafe—heading straight toward them.

“Uh, hey,” you greeted awkwardly as you approached. They just stared, mouths agape.

Emily was the first to recover. “What the—since when do you two know each other?” she asked, eyes darting between you and Rafe like she was seeing some kind of glitch in the matrix.

“Yeah, what’s going on here?” Max, the guy in your small circle, chimed in, his gaze flicking to Rafe warily. “Is this, like… a project thing?”

“No, it’s not—” you started, but Rafe cut you off with a breezy smile.

“Can’t believe y’all kept her to yourselves this whole time,” he drawled, pulling out the chair beside yours and plopping down like he’d done it a thousand times before. “Thought you’d have the decency to introduce me to the most interesting girl on campus.”

Your friends gaped, eyes wide with shock. You could practically see their brains short-circuiting. Meanwhile, you were fighting the urge to smack him upside the head.

“Please shut up,” you muttered under your breath, cheeks burning.

But he just smirked, his gaze sliding over your stunned friends with lazy amusement. “What?” he said innocently. “It’s true.”

“What the hell is happening right now?” Emily demanded, still staring at you like you’d grown a second head. “You—you and Rafe Cameron?”

You sighed, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this moment. “There is no ‘me and Rafe Cameron.’ He just—he’s being annoying.”

“Annoying?” he repeated, feigning offense. “C’mon. I thought we were past that.”

“We are not past anything,” you snapped, shooting him a glare. But that only seemed to amuse him more.

“Okay, back up,” Max interjected, brow furrowed in confusion. “How do you guys even know each other?”

“Uh, sociology class?” you offered weakly, as if that explained anything. “He’s been sitting next to me.”

“Sitting next to you?” Emily repeated slowly, like she was trying to process a particularly difficult equation. “And now you’re… eating lunch together?”

“It’s not—” You looked helplessly at Rafe, who was watching the exchange with that insufferable smirk. “I didn’t ask him to.”

He looked completely unfazed by the mess he’d caused. “What can I say? I like the company.”

“Since when?” Emily shot back, clearly unconvinced.

Rafe shrugged, “Since she started talking to me.”

Your friends fell silent, eyes wide and suspicious as they turned to you, searching for answers. But you just sat there, feeling utterly, hopelessly lost. What were you supposed to say? That Rafe Cameron had decided, out of nowhere, to insert himself into your life? That he was following you to lunch like this was some sort of normal occurrence?

“Look,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s really not a big deal. He’s just—”

“Rafe Cameron is never ‘just’ anything,” Emily interrupted, folding her arms as she fixed Rafe with a suspicious look. “So what are you up to?"

“Nothing,” Rafe said easily, his smile all sharp edges. “Like I said, I’m just getting to know her.”

“Getting to know her,” Max echoed, clearly skeptical.

“Yeah.” Rafe’s eyes never left yours, his eyes gleaming with something that made your pulse flutter. “What’s so weird about that?”

Your friends exchanged looks. You didn’t blame them. This was weird. More than weird. You’d never been the kind of girl to attract attention—especially not from someone like Rafe. Popular, arrogant, and completely out of your league in every possible way. And yet, here he was, acting like sitting with you at lunch was the most natural thing in the world.

“So,” He said suddenly, turning his attention back to the group, “Are you gonna sit here gaping all day, or are we gonna eat?”

Emily blinked, snapping out of her daze. “Uh, yeah, we’re… we’re eating.”

“Good.” Rafe turned to you, eyebrow raised. “You eating, princess?”

You stared at him, “I—yes?”

“Cool. Want me to grab you something?”

You stared at him, incredulous. “You’re offering to get me lunch?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I am. Now, what do you want?”

“I—” You swallowed, glancing at your friends, who were watching the exchange like it was some sort of bizarre performance. “Um, a sandwich?”

“Got it.” Rafe pushed to his feet, his smile smug. “Be right back.”

And then, to your utter disbelief, he sauntered off toward the food line, leaving you and your friends staring after him.

“What,” Max said slowly, “the hell just happened?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I have no idea.”

The awkward lunch with Rafe didn’t end as badly as you expected.

Your friends had spent the entire time shooting you confused, bewildered looks, while he seemed to thrive under their scrutiny, lounging beside you like he belonged. He didn’t flirt—thank God—but he didn’t exactly tone down his usual cocky self either. By the end of it, he’d somehow managed to charm your friends just enough to leave them confused rather than outright hostile. Still, after that lunch, you’d expected him to lose interest, to move on to his usual crowd and forget all about his bizarre little experiment. But of course, he wasn’t known for playing by the rules.

You learned that the hard way two days later.

It was late afternoon, and you were holed up in the campus library, buried under a mountain of textbooks and notes for an upcoming exam. The library was your sanctuary—quiet, calm, and blissfully free of distractions. At least, until Rafe sauntered in. You didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in your notes. The library was busy, students murmuring as they worked, the rustle of pages and the faint clack of keyboards filling the air. You were hunched over a particularly dense passage in your sociology textbook when you felt it—

You stiffened, glancing up cautiously, and there he was.

He leaned against the bookshelf a few feet away, his eyes fixed on you with a lazy, assessing look. He didn’t move, just watched you, his lips quirking in that infuriating smirk when your eyes met.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, glancing around nervously. No one seemed to be paying attention, but you still felt like the entire room was suddenly staring.

“Studying,” he said, straight-faced.

“Since when do you study in the library?”

“Since now,” he said easily, pushing off the bookshelf and strolling over to your table. He pulled out the chair across from you, dropping into it like he had every right to be there. “What? Can’t a guy broaden his horizons?”

You stared at him, incredulous. “You’re joking.”

“Not today, princess.” He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as he peered at your open book. “So, what’re we learning?”

“We are not learning anything,” you muttered, eyes narrowing. “I’m studying. You are… I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Keeping you company,” he said simply. “You looked lonely.”

Your mouth fell open. “Lonely?”

“Yeah.” He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over your face. “All holed up in here with your books. Thought I’d help.”

What was he even talking about? This was insane. He didn’t just hang out in the library, especially not to “keep someone company.” He was the kind of guy who spent his free time at parties, or on the field, or wherever people like him thrived. And yet, here he was, sitting across from you in the library like this was normal.

“Rafe,” you said slowly, “you don’t even know what I’m studying.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does if you’re trying to help,” you shot back, frustration seeping into your voice. “You’re—what are you even—”

“Okay, okay,” he interrupted, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Calm down. Just trying to see what’s got you all riled up.”

You bit back a groan, rubbing your temples. This was absurd. You didn’t need—didn’t want—his attention.

“Fine,” you muttered, turning your textbook around so he could see the page. “I’m going over Durkheim’s theory of social integration.”

Rafe leaned in, squinting at the page. “Durkheim, huh?”

“Yes,” you said, a little impatiently. “He believed that society functions through a collective conscience—shared beliefs and values that bind people together.”

“Sounds boring as hell,” Rafe said bluntly.

“It’s not boring,” you retorted before you could stop yourself. “It’s actually really interesting—he argued that a lack of social integration could lead to anomie, a state of normlessness that causes people to feel disconnected and isolated.”

Rafe stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. At least it felt that way to you.

“What?” you demanded, suddenly self-conscious. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He shrugged, a strange, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips. “Just… you get really into this stuff, don’t you?”

Your cheeks flushed. “It’s sociology. It’s important.”

“Yeah, but…” He shook his head, “It’s kinda cute.”

You blinked, your brain short-circuiting. “Cute?”

“Yeah.” He leaned back, crossing his arms as he regarded you with a casual, easy confidence that made your heart flutter. “You get all intense when you talk about it. Like, you actually care.”

“I—I do care,” you stammered, “It’s my major.”

“I know,” he murmured. “I like that about you.”

What—what was that supposed to mean? Why was he looking at you like that, like he actually meant it?

Before you could even begin to untangle your thoughts, a shadow fell over the table, and you glanced up to see another student standing there—a tall, lanky guy with dark hair and glasses. He looked vaguely familiar, probably from one of your classes.

“Uh, hey,” the guy said awkwardly, glancing between you and Rafe. “Are—are you using this seat?”

Rafe’s expression changed instantly, “Yeah,” he said flatly. “We are.”

The guy blinked, taken aback. “Oh, uh, sorry, I just—”

“You just can find another table,” Rafe cut in, “We’re a little busy here.”

You gaped at him, mortified. “Rafe, stop.”

But he didn’t even glance at you. He just kept staring down the poor guy, his posture tense and unyielding until, with a muttered apology, the student backed off, scurrying away like he’d just had a close encounter with a predator.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed as soon as the guy was out of earshot. “He just wanted to sit down!”

“Yeah, and we’re studying,” Rafe said dismissively. “No room for distractions.”

“We’re not studying anything!” you shot back, resisting the urge to smack him. “You’re just sitting here, being—being weird.”

“Not weird,” he corrected, leaning in again. “Protective.”

You froze, your mouth going dry. “Protective?”

“Yeah.” His eyes were dark, intense, locking onto yours. “Can’t have just anyone bothering you, can I?”

After the bizarre encounter in the library, you were convinced Rafe would drop this whole… whatever it was. Surely, following you to lunch and then “protecting” you in the library was enough.

So when you found yourself at another party two nights later—dragged along by Emily despite your vehement protests—you knew it was only a matter of time before he found you. Because somehow, no matter where you went, Rafe had made it his mission to seek you out.

“Come on, you need to have some fun,” Emily had insisted, half-pulling, half-dragging you through the front door of one of the fraternity houses on campus. The music was already blaring, the heavy bass vibrating through your body. People were packed in the main room, laughing, talking, drinking, the buzz of chatter filling the air.

“This isn’t my idea of fun,” you muttered, hugging your arms around yourself as you tried to avoid brushing against the partygoers. It wasn’t that you disliked parties, exactly—it was just that the noise, the sheer volume of people could get overwhelming quickly.

“Just stay for an hour,” Emily pleaded. “Please? I swear it’ll be more fun than you think. We can dance, have a few drinks—”

“I don’t dance,” you cut in flatly, giving her a pointed look.

“Okay, fine, I’ll dance, and you… can hang out and people-watch,” she amended, undeterred. “Besides, who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone.”

You gave her a withering stare. “Yeah, because I’m such a social butterfly.”

You sighed, resigned to your fate, and began making your way through the press of bodies. After a few minutes you managed to find a relatively quiet corner in the back, near the stairs, and gratefully leaned against the wall. Maybe if you stayed out of sight long enough, Emily would give up on trying to get you to socialize and let you leave early. It was a long shot, but you could hope.

You hadn’t been there long when you felt it—the now-familiar prickling sensation of someone’s gaze lingering on you. Sure enough, when you glanced up, there he was.

Rafe, in all his infuriating glory, leaning against the wall a few feet away, his eyes locked on you with that lazy focus that made your heart stutter. He looked unfairly good, dressed in a dark button-up that clung to his frame in all the right ways, his hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly cool. And, as usual, he was watching you like you were the only person in the room.

You narrowed your eyes at him, your stomach twisting in irritation and something else. “Are you stalking me now?” you demanded, crossing your arms as you glared at him.

Rafe’s lips curved into a slow, teasing smile. “Would it be so bad if I was?”

“Yes,” you said flatly. “It would be very bad.”

He chuckled, the sound low, sending an unwelcome shiver down your spine. “Relax, princess. I just saw you standing here all alone and thought I’d come say hi.”

“Hi,” you muttered, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now you can leave.”

But he didn’t budge. Instead, he straightened, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between you in a few long strides until he was standing directly in front of you, his presence overwhelming.

You tried to step back, but the wall blocked your escape.

“Actually, I was thinking we could, I don’t know, hang out for a bit?” he suggested, tilting his head as he regarded you with a faux-innocent smile.

“Why?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Rafe blinked, seemingly taken aback by the question. “Why?”

“Yes,” you insisted, frustration bubbling up inside you. “Why do you keep… doing this? Showing up, sitting with me, following me to lunch, acting like—like we’re friends or something. What is your deal, Cameron?”

Slowly he reached up, bracing one hand on the wall beside your head, leaning in so close you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“My deal,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “is that I like you.”

No. No, no, no.

That couldn’t be right. People didn't just like you. They tolerated you, maybe, or found you useful sometimes, but they didn't like you. Not like that. Not in the way he was implying. You felt panic rising in your chest, like a wave that was too big to stop. You couldn’t stop it.

“You’re lying,” you said shakily, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re just—this is some kind of game, isn’t it? Some—some bet, or—”

Rafe’s expression tightened, his jaw clenching. “It’s not a game,” he ground out, his eyes flashing. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You swallowed hard, your chest aching. No, this couldn’t be happening. This didn’t make sense.

“I don’t believe you,” you shook your head stubbornly.

His eyes narrowed, “No?”

“No,” you repeated, crossing your arms defiantly. “You’re just… you. You can’t just decide you like me out of nowhere.”

“I didn’t decide,” he murmured, “It just happened.”

Your breath hitched, your heart racing. Why was he doing this to you? Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

“I—” You broke off, struggling to find words, but before you could answer, a loud voice interrupted.

“Yo, Rafe! There you are, man!”

You both jerked back, startled, and you glanced over to see one of Rafe’s friends—Topper, if you remembered correctly—stumbling over, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“What are you doing back here?” Topper slurred, his gaze sliding to you. He blinked, “Who’s this?”

Rafe stepped in front of you slightly, his posture tense and protective. “Doesn’t matter,” he said curtly, “Go find someone else to bother.”

Topper blinked, taken aback. “Whoa, man, chill. I was just—”

“Go,” Rafe repeated, his tone brooking no argument.

Topper stared at him for a long moment, then slowly backed off, muttering under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd. As soon as he was gone, Rafe turned back to you, his eyes softening again.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, “Didn’t mean to—”

“Why did you do that?” you cut in, your heart still pounding.

Rafe frowned. “Do what?”

“Get rid of him,” you said, shaking your head in confusion. “He was your friend. Why would you—”

Maybe you’d misread him. Maybe he didn’t actually mean any of what he said. He was probably just bored, looking for some amusement—another toy to play with for a little while.

“I wanted to talk to you. Not him.”

You blinked, bewildered. “But he’s your friend.”

He gave a half-hearted shrug. “So? Doesn’t mean I want him interrupting us.”

Us. Like there was an “us.” Like there could ever be an “us.”

You shook your head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. “But I don’t understand,” you mumbled. “I don’t get it. You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” he said quietly, his eyes holding yours in a way that made it hard to breathe. “More than you think.”

You frowned. It was impossible to shake the nagging feeling that he was just… playing with you. That this was all some sick joke and at any moment, the punchline would hit, and you’d be the idiot.

“You’re just messing with me,” you muttered, taking a small step back to put some space between you. “You’re bored or something.”

“I’m not bored,” he said firmly, stepping forward to close the gap you’d just created. “I told you, I wouldn’t do that.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this. You’ve been following me around, showing up where I am, saying all these things like—like we’re something, but we’re not.”

Rafe stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What are you talking about? You really think I’m just messing around?”

“Yes!” you practically shouted, throwing your hands up. “Yes, I do! Why else would you be doing this? You’re Rafe Cameron, for god’s sake. You don’t even like me. This is just some twisted game to you, isn’t it?”

You stared at him, trying to read his face, trying to find any hint of dishonesty, any sign that this was all an act. But all you saw was that same intensity, that same focus, like you were the only person who mattered.

Your chest tightened, panic grazing at you. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. People didn’t just… like you. They didn’t seek you out at parties or show up in libraries to talk about sociology. Guys like Rafe didn’t choose people like you. There had to be some ulterior motive.

“You show up out of nowhere, act like I’m some project, some… someone who needs your protection—why, Rafe? Because I don’t fit into your world? Because I’m some joke to you and your friends?”

“That’s not it,” He growled, his voice defensive. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t know what I’m talking about?” you scoffed, shaking your head. “You haven’t been honest about anything. You haven’t given me a reason to believe any of this.”

“You think I’m lying? 

You moved your head again, harder this time. “That doesn’t make sense. You’re—you’re saying things that don’t make sense. I don’t understand.”

He took a slow, poising breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "What doesn't make sense to you?" 

"All of this," you replied, your voice quivering with frustration, "You, acting like you—like you actually care. Like you see me. People don’t just do that, not for someone like me. I don’t—" You cut yourself off, not sure how to finish the sentence, your thoughts spiraling.

It wasn’t just that you couldn’t believe him; it was that you didn’t know how to believe him. Your experiences had taught you to be wary, to always look for the catch, because there always was one.

Always.

Rafe's brows drawn together in something that almost looked like concern. "Someone like you?" he repeated, "What does that even mean?"

You swallowed, feeling your insecurities gripping down on your chest. "It means I’m not… like you. I don’t know how to talk to people, I don’t get things right all the time. People don’t notice me, and when they do, it’s usually because I’ve done something wrong, or because they want something from me. That’s just how it is."

He shook his head slowly. "That’s not how I see you."

You opened your mouth to argue, to say something—anything—to dismiss what he was saying, to protect yourself from the disappointment that was sure to come. But Rafe didn’t give you the chance. 

"You think I’m messing with you because you’re not like everyone else? Is that it? You think I’m playing some kind of game because you don’t fit into some stupid idea of who’s supposed to matter?" 

You wanted to pull away, to recoil into the safety of your doubts, but something in his voice, in the way he was looking at you, made you stop.

"I’m not going to pretend like I know everything about you," Rafe continued, no less serious. "But I know enough to know that I’m not bored. I don’t care if you don’t fit in with my world, or whatever you think that means. I like that you’re passionate about the things you care about. I like that you don’t put up with anyone’s shit—not even mine." A small, almost self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I’ve spent enough time around fake people to know the difference."

You weren’t used to this—this kind of sincerity. It felt too real. And part of you still wanted to push it away, to reject it before it had a chance to hurt you. But another part of you—a much smaller, quieter part—was whispering that maybe he meant it.

"Why me?"

"Because you're you," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

For a long, breathless moment, the two of you just stood there, the noise of the party fading into the background. Your mind was still processing everything, but there was something in the way he was looking at you, something that made you feel—just for a second—like maybe you could trust this.

You shook your head, "I’m not… I’m not good at this," you admitted, your voice uncertain. "At understanding what people mean, or knowing if they’re being serious or not. I don’t know how to read you."

Rafe’s eyes softened even more at your confession, and he took a deep breath, like he was trying to figure out how to make you believe him. "I get that," he said quietly. "And I’m not always great at this either. But I’m serious. I wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about this."

You wanted to believe him. More than anything, you wanted to believe him. But there was still that tiny voice of doubt in the back of your mind, reminding you of all the times you’d been wrong before, of all the times you’d trusted someone only to be let down.

You hesitated, your throat tight. "I don’t know if I can."

He didn’t push, didn’t demand anything from you. Instead, he just nodded slowly.

"That’s okay. You don’t have to believe me right now. But I’ll be here when you’re ready."

And with that, he stepped back, giving you the space you so desperately needed. He didn’t try to force anything, didn’t press for more. Instead, he just gave you a small, almost hopeful smile and turned, disappearing back into the crowd.

And as you stood there, your heart still pummeling into your ribs, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been wrong about him after all.

[imreidswifey]

A New Year's Kiss

Summary: On New Year's Eve, Y/n impulsively kisses Spencer Reid, and in the aftermath of the unexpected moment, they both realize it marks the beginning of something deeper between them.

A/n : This I my first ever post and fan fiction I am SO open to requests so feel free to message and I really hope u enjoy Also idk how to work this app so if anyone wants to help me with creating stores def reach out. 💕

Warning: Teeth rotting fluff, Kissing, Counting (Numbers scare me too)

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The clock on the wall in the BAU bullpen ticked down the final hours of the year, but Y/n found herself in no rush to leave. The office was mostly empty—just a few stragglers finishing up last-minute reports, waiting for the festivities to start. The rest of the team had scattered, heading to various parties or spending the evening with family, but Y/n hadn’t made any big plans.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to spend time with her friends; she did, very much so. But there was something about tonight that made her feel a little... disconnected. Maybe it was the cold January air pressing against the windows, or maybe it was just the weight of another year spent chasing after killers. But as the night deepened and the office grew quieter, Y/n found herself wondering if this year was going to be any different.

She glanced over at the corner where Spencer Reid sat, lost in a file, his brow furrowed as his eyes moved rapidly across the pages. She’d always admired Spencer—his brilliant mind, his quiet charm, his unwavering kindness—but lately, there had been something else there. A spark in the way he looked at her when their paths crossed in the hallway, a smile that lingered just a little longer than usual. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagining things, or if there was more to it, but every time their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

It was silly, she told herself. Spencer was awkward, shy, and almost painfully self-aware. He was a genius, sure, but the idea of him being interested in someone like her seemed impossible. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—there was something between them.

As the clock inched closer to midnight, Y/n decided to join the rest of the team. She grabbed her coat from the back of her chair and walked toward the conference room where the TV was already showing the countdown.

The room was a little more crowded than she expected—Morgan, Derek, Emily, and JJ were gathered near the TV, laughing and joking around. Spencer was standing at the back, slightly apart from the group, holding a cup of cider in his hands. When he saw her enter, he offered a soft, shy smile that sent a flutter through her chest.

"Hey," Y/n greeted softly, moving toward him.

"Hey, Y/n," Spencer replied, his voice a little quieter than usual. His eyes lingered on her for just a moment longer than she expected, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he, too, was feeling the strange tension in the air.

“Happy New Year,” JJ called over her shoulder, raising her glass.

“Not yet,” Morgan teased, glancing at the clock. “But we’re getting close.”

Y/n smiled, but the truth was, she was far more interested in the man standing next to her. There was something magnetic about Spencer tonight—something that made her feel like they were the only two people in the room. The others might be joking around, but she felt completely focused on him.

"Are you sure you're ready for the year to end?" Y/n asked, her voice a little softer now, almost tentative.

Spencer’s eyes flicked toward her, and she could see the slight hesitation in his expression. He looked down at his cider for a moment before meeting her gaze again, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

“I think I am,” he said, his voice just a little hoarse, as if he wasn’t quite sure where this conversation was going. “It’s been… a long year.” He paused, his fingers tapping nervously on his glass. "But I guess there’s always the possibility that the next one might be... better."

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling at the vulnerability in his words. “I think the next one will be great, Spence.”

The seconds on the clock ticked down: 10... 9... 8. Y/n could feel the anticipation rising in her chest, not just for the new year, but for something she hadn’t fully understood until this very moment—an almost magnetic pull toward Spencer, an urge to close the space between them.

For a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room, the others’ laughter and chatter fading into the background. The closer the countdown got to midnight, the more her nerves tangled with excitement.

"Five... four... three..." The TV announcer’s voice cut through the air, and Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. Without thinking, her heart was racing in anticipation of something that she couldn’t explain, something that had been building inside her for weeks. She didn’t know what she was going to do next—didn’t know if she had the courage to follow through—but something inside her told her that this was the moment.

Spencer was standing right next to her, his arm lightly brushing hers. Their eyes met again—intense, lingering, as if they both realized they were teetering on the edge of something big. Something neither of them had ever allowed themselves to feel before.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n reached up and gently placed her hand on his chest. Spencer’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, and his breath hitched.

"Y/n?" His voice was a whisper, uncertain, yet somehow eager. He looked down at her hand on his chest and then back to her face, his expression searching. “What are you—?”

But before he could finish the sentence, the countdown reached zero.

"Happy New Year!" The room erupted in cheers, but Y/n barely heard any of it. The sound of the TV seemed miles away as she leaned up on her tiptoes, her heart pounding in her chest.

In the blur of movement, Spencer’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, she kissed him.

Her lips brushed against his in the softest, most tentative touch at first. But then, as if some hidden force was pulling her in, she kissed him again, this time with more confidence, more intent. Spencer’s breath caught, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to still.

The world outside the room, the countdown, the cheers of the team, all of it faded into nothing. There was only Spencer—warm, close, and real—and the press of his lips against hers.

It wasn’t a passionate kiss; it was soft, tentative, full of the question both of them had been avoiding. Was this what they wanted? Was this where they were meant to be?

But as Spencer’s hand gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing the curve of her jaw, Y/n felt something shift. A quiet understanding passed between them, an unspoken acknowledgment that this was just the beginning.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Spencer’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide and searching, but there was no awkwardness. No regret. Just a quiet, shared moment.

“Y/n, I—” Spencer began, but she gently placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Just... just let it be.”

The room around them was still buzzing with laughter and cheers, but Y/n didn’t care about any of that. The only thing that mattered was Spencer, standing before her with a soft smile that made her heart swell.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I didn’t expect this,” he said softly, almost shyly.

“I didn’t either,” she admitted, her voice just as soft. “But I think I’m glad it happened.”

Spencer’s smile deepened, and for the first time that night, Y/n saw the warmth in his eyes that told her this wasn’t just a New Year’s kiss. It was something more.

Something real.

“Well, then,” Spencer said, his voice steady and full of promise, “maybe we should make this New Year the start of something new.”

Y/n nodded, her heart fluttering. “I think I’d like that.”

And in that moment, with the new year stretching out before them, full of endless possibilities, Y/n knew that whatever came next—whatever the future held—she wasn’t afraid anymore. Not with Spencer by her side.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[buckysgrace]

Hi 💕

Billy, all hot and sweaty working on his car and your “helping” him. He’s trying to change his spark plugs but you’re wearing a tank top that clings a little too tight and you’re distracting him. He can’t get enough of your tits, groping and biting (playfully) and playing with them.

You’re trying to pretend to be really interested in this car maintenance but really you’re just teasing him and he’s getting flustered. You keep swatting him away and trying to concentrate on the car but he’s not having any of it. At one point maybe his head ends up under your shirt 🥵

I need flustered, horny, groping Billy

Thank you 🤓

OF COURSEEEEEE <3

CW: no smut but billy is very handsy hehe

"So what are you doing now?" You asked curiously, leaning over just enough to block the sun from his view. He turned towards you, irritation slipping away as he fully took you in for the first time.

It was hot outside, miserable even. The sun was angry, harsh as the humidity clung to his skin. He had pulled his hair back long ago, his fingers darkened from the grease from the car. You had offered your help long ago, but he honestly didn't know what you could help him with.

And boy did he regret that.

Your shorts were small, clinging to your thighs and hugging you in just the right way. He traced his eyes over the swell of your ass before he took in your tight tank top, drinking in the image of your exposed cleavage.

You had one arm rested underneath them, pushing your cleavage out further as you stared down at where his fingers rested. He watched a bead of sweat drift across your skin before it slipped between your boobs, making a fire burn inside of him.

"Finishing up," He said at last, leaning lazily against the car as he met your eyes once again, "Here, hold this." He instructed as you moved closer, watching as you took the piece from his hands.

He leaned over you, trying to concentrate on what he was doing as he pressed himself behind you. He moved both arms around yours, chin resting against your shoulder as he instructed you on what to do.

"Like that?" You looked back at him, eyelashes fluttering as he breathed in the color in your eyes. You wiggled yourself back against him, teetering slowly like he couldn't notice.

He watched you, forgetting what he was supposed to say as his eyes drifted back towards where the necklace rested against your chest. He had a sudden image of burying his face there.

"Just keep your hands there," He said with a nod of his head, pulling his arms away to rest on your hips instead. You could complain about your clothes being stained with grease later, he wanted to feel you, "Good job." He praised softly, whispering in your ear.

He pressed himself against the curve of your ass, pretending to lean over to watch as he drifted his hands higher and higher. He brought his palms up over your boobs, cupping your flesh softly before he gave a rough squeeze.

"Billy!" You gaped, jolting and almost dropping the tools as you glanced back at him, "That is not helping at all." You said with a laugh, tilting your head as he leaned down to lick the sweat away from your neck. You cooed softly, trembling underneath him as he nipped at your skin.

"Hm," He hummed as he kneaded your tits in his hands, enjoying how your skin felt against his. He thought this was much better than working on his car, "You look good." He smirked, biting down on your shoulder gently.

You scoffed as you shook your head, but he could feel the grin on your lips as he continued to grope at your curves. The glorious image of you bent over his car hood was growing larger and larger in his mind.

"Away with you," You laughed as you wiggled yourself free, narrowing your eyes playfully as you waved a plug at him, "Work on your car."

"You're doing this on purpose." He told you seriously, eyebrows furrowing together as you adjusted the top of your tank top back over your pretty boobs.

"Me?" You asked scandalously, playfully as you shot a wink towards him, "Never."

[truebluesanji]

Marry Me 💍

just one of my many self indulgent sanji daydreams because I’m crazy about this man (also this is my first one piece fanfic and my first time posting anything like this so please have patience with me 🥺 if you like it please let me know, this is a story I might want to expand on in the future!) enjoy! 💕

warnings: sanji flips off zoro one time lol

genre: fluff

pairing: sanji x fem reader

summary: sanji asks you to marry him. again.

"God, you're incredible. Please, please marry me," Sanji begged, dropping to his knees and taking one of her hands in his. He pressed kiss after kiss into the back of her hand, whispering sweet nothings between each one.

She laughed, and it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard in his life.

"Marry you, hmm?" she purred, a sensual smile on her lips. She ran her free hand through his hair, tracing down along his jaw. He shivered. She placed her fingers under his chin, gently tilting it up towards her. He nodded, never breaking eye contact.

“You’d never want for anything ever again,” he whispered. “I’d dedicate every moment of every day to filling your life with love and laughter. My heart, my soul, my everything. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“A tempting offer for sure,” she hummed, leaning tantalizingly close to his face. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t interested in his proposal. In him. But he didn’t need to know that just yet. Not when this game they played was so fun.

He was utterly hypnotized by her every move and she knew it. As she continued to close the gap between them, Sanji’s eyes fluttered shut — and was that whimper she heard? He held his breath and puckered his lips.

“This is it,” he thought to himself, heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

She was so close now that their noses just barely touched, and he could practically feel her lips brush ever so gently against his. The proximity made him dizzy in the best way.

“Ask me again later, loverboy…” she whispered.

His eyes snapped open to catch a glimpse of her walking away, head looking over her shoulder with half lidded eyes, lips curled into a smile, and her hips swaying in that way he just couldn't rip his eyes away from. Hypnotizing.

One of his arms fell to the ground to hold up his body while the other involuntarily reached out for her. She blew him a kiss and it struck him through the heart like an arrow from Cupid. He clutched his chest and he heard that sweet laugh floating through the air once more. Once she was out of sight he let out a dreamy sigh, wiping away the bit of blood that started to trickle down his nose.

Sanji jumped to his feet and practically squealed with excitement. That is, until a certain gruff voice cut through the air.

“You’re pathetic.” Zoro spat out, peering down from the top of the crows nest.

“Screw you, damn moss head!” Sanji growled, flipping a middle finger up in the swordsman’s direction. “You just don’t get it,” he sighed, slipping back into his lovesick daze.

“What is there not to get? I didn’t hear her say yes,” Zoro taunted. “And isn’t this like…the 100th time you’ve asked?”

“Yeah well, she’s never said no. And for the record that was only the 17th time,” Sanji corrected, straightening out his jacket. “I’ll ask as many times as it takes. She’ll say yes someday, just you wait.”

Zoro just rolled his eyes as Sanji skipped away, already making plans for his next proposal.

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Actual footage of this exact moment:

[misc-obeyme]

XOXO

Happy Valentine's Day!

I wanted to do a cute and quick little headcanon, so this is the brothers reacting to MC giving them a box of conversation hearts. If you'd like me to do the other characters as well, feel free to send me a request for it. 💕 ETA: Part two is here!

GN!MC x the demon brothers

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

He does understand that there is limited space on these tiny chalk hearts, but is that really an excuse for the terrible spelling? LUV U and U R CUTE really make him frown.

Despite this, Lucifer does think it's very cute of you to give them to him. He will keep them on his desk, safe in their box, and woe betide anyone who even dares to touch them. He won't even touch them himself and no, it has nothing to do with getting chalky candy dust on his spotless black gloves.

He may not fully understand your human customs, MC, but he truly does appreciate your thoughtfulness. When you're spending time with him while he does paperwork, he will actually pick one out to give to you. It's the one that says ALL MINE.

He waits to see if you blush. If you do, he's out of his seat in an instant, pulling you to your feet so he can kiss you. He'll whisper in your ear about how you are, in fact, all his.

Mammon

At first he's too busy being flustered by the fact that you gave him something so cute to consider anything else. But once he's calmed down, he starts scheming. Hey, MC! Don't ya think Devildom variants of these'd sell like hotcakes? You'd both be rich!

You get to decide if you indulge this idea or not. Though admittedly, it'd be pretty interesting to see what kinds of phrases you might come up with for a Devildom variant. They might say things like LUV POTION or SPELL ON U or maybe even HEART HEX. The two of you have a fun time coming up with these, whether or not you actually make them.

Mammon might think that you're only giving these to him because it's what humans do on Valentine's Day. He thinks it's cute, but he doesn't know if it means anything special. You can remove his doubts by choosing a specific message out of the box, though.

Put one that says KISS ME in his hand and it's all over for you. If you're around other people, you can be sure he's dragging you into the nearest empty room.

Leviathan

Ahh! MC! Did you know they actually made a promotional version of these for the anime I Made A Cake For My Crush Decorated With Candy Hearts But They Turned Out To Be Cursed And Now She's A Dragon? They had some in the box that were actually cursed and would turn anyone who ate them into a dragon for a day! They were pulled from the shelves, but he still has three boxes of them that have never been opened.

You listen to this in amusement, but you're quick to let him know that these are just regular human world candy hearts. As far as you know, there are no curses on them. Levi finds he's actually quite excited to try the real thing.

That is, until he starts to read the messages. Each heart he reads makes his blush get worse until he eventually asks you if you realize what these candies say. That blush goes deep red when you indicate that you are fully aware.

He'll get it together and actually try one, though. He's trying not to think too much about the messages. They taste kinda funny and they're a little chalky, but he loves them because they're from you. Give him one that says HUG ME to watch him blush all over again before he reluctantly puts his arms around you. Wait a moment and he'll melt in your embrace.

Satan

He's heard of these, though he's never had the occasion to try them for himself. He's skeptical of their texture, but he finds the little messages charming. He will eat some if you insist. He's grateful you thought of him, MC. He truly appreciates your gift.

Then again, these little conversation hearts are like a puzzling challenge. How can he make them say what he wants to say to you? They're so brief and they don't make much sense even when strung together. He spends half a day staring at them and thinking about it.

You eventually find a set of them lined up neatly on the table in your room. They say U & ME, FOREVER, SAY YES, MY LOVE. You look around for him, but Satan isn't there. He left these here for you to find on your own. You'll have to go looking for him in another part of the house.

He's in his room, blushing behind his book, acting like he doesn't know exactly what you're there for. All you have to do is take the book out of his hands and say yes. That single word is all he needs. You won't be leaving his room until morning.

Asmodeus

Oh, wow, these are absolutely adorable! Not as adorable as him… or you… but still so cute! Help him set them up so he can take a picture for Devilgram. He knows it'll do numbers because everybody is so into human world trends right now. Plus, he's going to throw in a selfie of the two of you eating them.

Okay, wouldn't it be cute if he painted your nails to look like little conversation hearts? He does it immediately and gives himself a set to match. You're amazed at the skill it takes to write the words so small and perfect, but Asmo is more than up to the task.

Ask him which one is his favorite and he'll say all of the ones that remind him of you. He'll start putting them into your hand - CUTIE, SWEETIE PIE, and XOXO. He makes kissy faces at you as he puts that last one on your palm.

When you laugh, he joins you. You're radiant and that's all he can see for a moment. And then the candies are forgotten because he can't resist your sweet lips. He doesn't need candy, MC. He has you.

Beelzebub

Surprises you by not inhaling them immediately. You have several boxes for him because you anticipated this reaction. Don't worry, though, he'll still eat everything you've brought him.

But he stops because he's curious. They say stuff on them, right? That's really cute, MC. He picks out one that says only LOVE. He doesn't need a lot of words, candied or otherwise, to let you know how he feels about you.

Turns out you're the one who's flustered now. You cover it up by telling him to try some. He does as you ask and he's happy enough to eat them all. You tell him about the different ways they can be used to decorate other desserts as well. Eventually he realizes he's really hungry. He wants to take you out to get something a little more substantial soon.

He tells you that he's full of sweet candy words now, but he would rather just hold you than say them. You're okay with that, of course, and it's not long before you find yourself covered in kisses.

Belphegor

What are these? Are they for Beel? You'll have to explain that you wanted to give them to him. Tell him about how popular they are in the human world and he'll start to understand. He might even be aware of what they are, but he certainly wasn't expecting you to give him any.

What a nice gift, MC. He's happy that you thought of him. He tries them out of curiosity and finds he's not too fond of their thick texture. But he likes the words. He arranges them into a little sentence for you. SWEET, DREAM, YOU & ME.

You see him blushing slightly when you read them together out loud. Well, that could mean a lot of things, right? There aren't enough words to make a real sentence. But he's just coming up with excuses to cover the fact that he's nervous about hearing you say the words.

It's easy enough to distract him with some kisses. He forgets his embarrassment pretty quickly when he's suddenly far more focused on how you feel in his arms.

xoxo part two with the side characters

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! Gotta say that your writting is so, so amazing!! It's so in character and the way you work with descriptions and words is really beautiful! <333

It's so very impressive and inspiring that you post almost every single day(like WOW), I hope you're not overworking yourself and take breaks!

I'm not sure if your requests are open(if not, feel free to ignore it pls!!), but I would've liked to request pretty much anything with either 2007 or 2003 Donnie if that's okay :D

Timeless Love (Fluff)

FastForward!Donatello x reader

A/N: Thank you so much!💕 I’ve been writing for years, but actually sharing my writings is still pretty new to me, especially in English💚 It’s so sweet of you to think of my well being. I do not feel overworked just yet😂 Anyway, I already had this idea floating around for Fast Forward Donnie, so I thought this was the perfect time to get it done. I might continue it and have some more fun with it in the future, but I’m not sure yet. But until then, hope you enjoy💜🐢

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Donatello and Cody make a device that can freeze time, but does it work?

Warnings: None that I can think of💜

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Donatello had been eager to show you and his brothers, his and Cody’s latest project. At night when the two of you were about to got to bed, he would start rambling on about how it might be one of the greatest innovations ever made. This left you very interacted, as you had thought Cody’s accidental time machine was the greatest innovation ever made.

It didn’t take long before that day came. In the depths of Cody’s lab, Donatello and the young Jones proudly presented the small top rounded machine to you and the rest of the turtles.

“That’s it?”, Raph asked, looking at the clock-like machine in front of him. “All this for a fashy stopwatch?”

“I think Donnie finally lost his mind”, Mikey whispered to Leo, causing the oldest turtle to roll his eyes.

“It is not a stopwatch”, Donnie said. “It’s a Temporal Interruption Device - or TID for short”.

“Donnie, sweetheart”, you said, using that nickname that made Donnie churr whenever the two of you were alone. “You know I love it when you tech-talk, but I have no idea what that means”.

Donatello sighed before pointing to the machine with a deadpan look. “That thing can stop time. Pause it, you can say”.

“So I was right!”, Raphael laughed. “It is a stopwatch!”

“Kind of”, Cody smiled, finding the banter amusing. “I have to admit, when Donatello first came up with the idea I thought it was strange, impossible even. But then Donnie reminded me that if you can travel in time, then it should also be possible to stop time”.

Leo hummed in thought, rubbing his chin. “It sounds pretty amazing, Donnie, but is it a good idea to freeze time?”

“Well, just like time travel can have its consequences on the space time continuum, I would speculate that freezing of time would most likely have some of the same”, Donnie said in thought, looking through his notes on his holographic tablet. “But we got time to figure that out, no pun intended. The Temporal Interruption Device isn’t ready yet. It still has a few bugs we need to smooth out, before it even can freeze water”.

“But if it worked”, you started, your curiosity peaked like it did so often when Donnie talked about his work. “How do you use it?”

“It’s very easy”, Donnie said, beaming bright at your interest in his invention. He took your hand and led you close to the machine, causing Mikey and Raph to make gagging noises behind your back, only for Leo to give them a light scolding. He took your other hand, making your stomach tingle slightly, before putting it on top of the rounded machine. “You just put your hand here”, he said, his face close to yours as he did so. You turned your head to smile at him, almost forgetting his brothers and Cody being nearby.

“Gross, they’re doing it again”, Mikey said. “They are doing that weird tech PDA thing!”

“Be nice, Mikey”, Leo said, just as Donnie put slight pressure on your hand.

“And then you just push”, he said, ignoring his younger brother. The machine made a small click as it was pushed down. You didn’t think anything strange of it as the lamps lit up, but when you saw Donnie’s confused expression, you knew something was up. Your boyfriend never looked confused at his own inventions.

Before you could ask him what was going on, the machine made a small thing. Then all sound stopped. The small background hums of the machines in Cody’s lap, Splinter’s soap opera in the living room and the song Serling had been singing in the kitchen, all stopped.

The other turtles and Cody were stuck in various poses, mid-action, all in the midst of moving towards the two of you, in what seemed like a hurry. You and Donatello however remained unaffected.

"Oops”, he said, in an almost unintentional comical manner, as he took in the others' appearances. “This wasn't supposed to happen".

You looked around at the frozen scene, a mix of awe and amusement on your face. "This is so cool, Donnie", you said, grabbing onto his arm.

“I guess so”, Donnie said, turning his head to the side as he looked at his brothers, a small smile spreading across his face once more, when he turned to you once more. You loved whenever he adorned that smile. Slightly mischievous but never any less than sweet and bright. Typically a smile Donatello would show, whenever he had an idea he thought to be good. “Wanna take a look around?”

“Of course”, you smiled back.

You and your boyfriend walked from the lab and into the living room, where you found Splinter frozen in front of the television, shock spread across his face, taking in the character on the screen, that was in the middle of telling her cousin she was actually her stepsister.

In the kitchen you found Serling in the middle of his cooking. Food on the stove while he stood at the kitchen counter, a knife slightly raised over the vegetables he had been cutting.

“Okay, you were right”, Donnie chuckled. “This is pretty cool”.

“It almost feels wrong”, you said, making your way behind Serling so you could get to the fridge. “To be walking around without them knowing”. You opened the fridge and took out two juice boxes.

“You’re once again right”, he said, accepting the juice box with a grateful smile, letting his hand linger on yours for a bit. “But I have to be honest, I do like how quiet it is”.

“There’s something about that”, you giggled, bringing the straw of your juice box to your mouth so you could take a sip. But before you could manage that, Donatello put his juice box on the kitchen counter and brought his arms around your waist, pulling you into a quick sudden kiss. You kissed him back, but couldn’t help but giggle against his lips. “What was that for?”

“With my brothers frozen in time, I can kiss you as much as I want without them acting up”, he joked, dipping in for another deep kiss. You smiled against his lips, enjoying the nice and quiet moment, knowing that no one would come and interrupt you. Maybe the Temporal Interruption Device would become way more handy than you originally had thought it would.

When the two of you pulled apart, you had already forgotten the presents of frozen Serling in the kitchen, causing both of you to jump a bit.

“Maybe we should go back and unfreeze them”, Donnie said, still with his arm wrapped around you, his hand making soft circular motions on your back.

“That’s probably a good idea”, you said, handing him his juice box once more, before finally taking a sip of your own.

You and Donnie went back to the lab, chuckling at the sight of his brothers and Cody, frozen in the same position you left them in. Still with your juice boxes in hand, you went over to the machine, where both of you placed your hands on top. You gave it a good press, watching as the world around you got unpaused. The humming of the machines came back, followed with the sound of Splinter gasping at his soap opera.

“Bianca, no!”

The turtles and Cody came back to life, hurrying forward, only to stop in their tracks when they saw you and Donnie happily drink out of your juice boxes. They stared at you, confused by the sudden appearances of the juice boxes, let alone who the two of you managed to get to the other side of the Temporal Interruption Device in less than a second. But before they could ask any questions, Serling came into the lab with a heavy sigh, metallic hand rubbing the place where his nose should have been.

“Master Donatello, Miss (Y/N)”, he started, sounding very strained. “I understand the need and appeal of getting affectionate with no interruptions, but please refrain from doing it in front of me. Even with time frozen, my picture memory and motion sensors can read any interaction”.

“Don’t say it like that, Serling”, you sighed, trying to ignore the expression on the boys’ faces. “You make it sound like we had sex in front of you”. Donatello almost choked on his juice by your forwardness, causing the boys to burst out in laughter. Even after such a long time together, it still managed to surprise Donatello every once in a while.

“I am just happy you left before deciding to do so”, Serling sighed, before turning towards the door so he could return to the kitchen. “That mental recording and terabyte trauma just wouldn’t be worth it”.

[jenny-in-a-jar]

One week since my Surgery

People liked hearing about my trans journey, so for those interested, here's my first week update to having vaginoplasty (one type of mtf bottom surgery).

Of course, I hope this helps any transfem interested in this surgery. But, I understand that other people will be curious. And that's ok! There's nothing wrong with curiosity. Just be respectful ❤️ which a lot of people been (and I block those who aren't)

No pictures but I will go get a bit graphic with my description so here's your warning before hearing more.

So first off some disclaimers. There's a lot of variety in procedure and treatment when it comes to vaginoplasty. For example, I live pretty close to the hospital I had the surgery at which influenced how early they let me go home. So, my experiences are definitely not universal.

So, I had breast augmentation at the same time. And for me, that was definitely the easiest surgery I've ever gotten. Like pretty painless (with painkillers ofc).

Now, vaginoplasty is definitely the most painful procedure I've had! The best way to describe the pain day one would be like when you've tucked all day but more intense (I know not a lot of people have tucked on this app but it's the best metaphor I could come up with 🤷‍♀️). But as the week went on, the catheter definitely became the most painful part. It felt like my urethra was burning 🔥😬 (I bet a lot more people can understand that feeling lol). Interestingly, it was at its least painful while moving and moving is also good for recovery!

I stayed in the hospital for two nights before they removed the covering and sent me home with a catheter and packing in my vagina. Again, they probably only did it this way because I live 20 minutes away. As the weak went on, it swelled up a lot and brushing spreads from it across my thighs (in honestly a cool pattern!)

When my catheter and packing was removed they gave me a "tour" of my new vagina. I don't remember the names well but here's what I remember. The Major flaps (the main thing you see when you see a vulva) we're still pretty swollen but starting to loosen and get that wrinkly quality. My nurse likes calming them dog ears at this stage and they really did look like dog ears 🥺🐶. I saw my clitoral hood and she said my clitoris is packed behind all of that but I don't need to worry about that for now. She also pointed out the urethral plating which was formally part of the urethra proper but with the inside on the outside now. It's super blue now but in time it'll start developing a mucus to keep my vagina from getting bone dry (will still need lube for dilation and eventually sex). And then the vagina hole itself.

To keep my vagina from healing shut, I'll need to dilate at least 4 times daily for 20 minutes this first week and a while longer and then slowly ramp down as the hole heals up. But, the nurse stressed that there are no hard rules with dilation and I just need to really listen to my body if I want to get the depth and width I want. Which I do want plenty of depth and width bc tbh my partner will be able to fill it 🤭 they key thing they said was to try to be as relaxed as possible while doing so 🪻

They also filled my bladder with sterile water as a "practice run" to make sure I can pee on my own.

I want to say I got a lot of wonderful nurses! All except the one I had when I first got out of surgery, I could tell actually saw me as and treated me like a woman. And they did a great job at welcoming me vagina ownership in a very understanding way without being condensing 💕

Despite the horrible pain, it's been a very euphoric experience 🥰 and I would definitely recommend it for anyone who wants it.

Feel free to ask any questions, I can't promise I'll have the best answers but I'll try my best 🥺

Also feel free to look through #my trans journey tag for more info on my transition if you're curious ✨

[reallyromealone]

I just created a Fanfic in my head imagines one day Bonten goes to a nightclub to do business with the owner of another gang that also owns the club they go there talking about business and the boss of this gang calls a waiter and Bonten sees an Omega (Reader) and begin to feel a feeling for the little Omega thinking he's so cute cute adorable and small and they keep holding on so they don't attack little omega they can't get their eye out while little Omega goes to get a drink for them so the boss of this gang offers one of the club's prostitutes to them but they refuse saying they just want one thing the little Omega he gets a little confused but accepts then when little Omega we come back bringing the drinks His boss says now he'll be from Bonten and little Omega is scared Because he knows Bonten's fame for being criminals in godly and sadistic and is trembling with fear the whole car trip and they realize that and try to calm the little with affection and Sweet words

(I hope not to be a nuisance or is hindering you or something I love very much your posts thank you very much even a kiss and do not forget to settle and drink plenty of water 😘❤️❤️💗💗💕💕)

You're not a nuisance my dude

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

The clubs bass was booming as Bonten went to the VIP lounge, seeing the leader of some gang leader that was making the waves in Tokyo "Ah, Mr. Sano..." The man said standing, having at least some common sense to show respect to the most feared man in japan and his executive's "waiter!" The gang leader called with a snap to the finger as Bonten sat down.

In came an Omega, short and cute while dressed in the server uniform of the club which was slightly formal "yes sir?"

"Get us drinks, be quick" the man said bluntly to the Omega who bowed, a soft expressionless look on his face as he did a soft bow and exited the room, neither the Omega nor the gang leader aware of Bontens heated stares burning into him.

"So what is it you want?" Sanzu said bluntly, the first to turn his attention back to the matter at hand, a cold expression on his face as to not give anything away to the lower being before him, the gang leader could hardly be called a threat.

Besides, Bonten already had plans to...remove them from the list.

When (name) got in to start his shift, be was tired as hell.

"How did your midterms go?" One of the dancers asked as he walked into the back to put his stuff in the lockers "I couldn't sleep because I'm so nervous about the results" (name) sighed as he switched into his uniform, it was a higher end club after all.

"Break a leg!" (Name) said softly before going out and beginning his shift.

He hated this job, sleaze bags thinking because he's an Omega they could just touch him.

'fucking pigs...' (name) grumbled as his manager walked to him "you're serving the boss and his guests tonight" the beta said with a slight glare, always slightly annoyed at any given moment "don't fuck it up or it's your head"

That didn't make (name) nervous, not at all.

"Waiter!" The boss yells with a snap of his fingers, causing (name) to rush into the vip section "get us drinks, be quick" (name) nodded, not making eye contact with the man before bowing and turning and leaving to receive said drinks.

As he stepped out he locked eyes with the darkest eyes he had ever seen, they were like black pearls.

(Name) rushed to the bar to get the drinks, not wanting to think of it much more.

"So, do any of my whores interest you gentlemen? You're free to take one if they suit your fancy"

They didn't want any of his whores, they found they only wanted the Omega.

"Give us the waiter"

Said Omega was now bringing in their drinks quietly, so delicate and careful with what he did and Bonten could smell the slight scent of (scent) in the air, no doubt from the Omega.

Bonten wanted to reach out to him, pull him close and feel his skin that was no doubt softer than the finest silks.

"Fine by me" the gang leader said somewhat confused but accepted it none the less, what was an omega if it meant getting into Bontens good books "oi you" the Alpha said to (name) who looked confused "have fun with your new owners"

(Name) looked horrified as he processed the words, his now former boss saying something about giving them some space to get to know one another.

(Name) looked at the tattoos and trembled, knowing exactly what these men are capable of.

He's seen the news after all.

Before him were the most powerful and dangerous men in japan and they stared at him with almost...loving gazes?

"Let's bring you home Omega"

The entire car ride (name) was shaking like a leaf, scent muted but you could faintly smell pure distress from the poor Omega.

And Bonten took notice of this very fast.

"Shhh darling, were not going to hurt you" Kakucho said nosing at the omegas scent gland "what's your name angel?"

"(N-name)..."

"You can call me Kakucho or alpha... Whatever makes you comfortable"

When touching the Omega, they felt sparks, a strange pull towards him and they found they enjoyed it.

(Name) could also feel the strange pull, his Omega practically screaming to touch them but (name) didn't dare, scared shitless "p-please let me go home"

"We want you as our mate, we can't explain why but we do"

"...can I still go to school?"

"...how old are you?" Takeomi asked slowly, hoping to god that this Omega wasn't a teenager "I'm (over 18)" (name) said softly and a wave of relief washed over them "so you're in university?" Ran asked and (name) nodded, fiddling with his shirt "our Omega is so smart~" he said sweetly, gently petting (name)s cheek, the men showering (name) with sweet words and soft touches to get him calmer.

(Name) let out a involuntary purr when Mikey kissed his scent gland, blushing heavily at the sound but the alphas just cooed at him.

"You can go to school if you promise to be our Omega"

"Only...If I'm the only one"

"Promise"

(Name) felt he didn't have much of an option, nodding and accepting his fate much to his new alphas glee.

[eunxhan]

❝ ❝ Pain is how I show love. Pain is what makes me feel close to you. ❞ ❞

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — I do not condone any type of yandere behavior in real life so please do not replicate. I only write it for the sake of entertainment.

Wanna know more about them ? ⨾ Feel free to ask or request me! My Mandates that contains rules, make sure to read it before requesting.

Ꮺ Euna's Note ⨾ I'm still currently working on them (working on other ocs, that contains with more women/nb/agender) and I'm considering whether or not I should change some of the characters' Pronouns and gender because it seems like I overused with this one. I'm still learning about my own community (LGBTQ) and if anyone's interested about giving a different gender, I'll be happy to learn about it! 💕

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

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Ꮺ ⨾ DEVOTION — (VH = VOICE HEADCANONS)

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NIKOLAI LIMONOV

PATIENT | @/Legsthatcantwalk

VH ♬ Viktor [ARCANE]

PATIENT!YAN x DOCTOR!RDR | 27 | Cis Male

He/Him | Panromantic

February 26th | Pisces | INTJ

Obsessive | Paranoid | Unaccountable

| 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |

| 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |

❝ You're the only one that can heal my wounds. ❞

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SÉBASTIEN LOUIS DELAROISIERE

OWNER | @/thelordofthemanor

VH ♬ Cypher [Valorant]

OWNER!YAN x BUTLER!RDR | Late 40s | Cis Male

He/Him | Demiromantic

January 25th | Aquarius | INTP

Greedy | Domineering | Cruel

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❝ Be grateful you've got me. Who else would take care

of such a useless thing like you? ❞

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AIREN MATSUZAKA

ARTIST'S MUSE | @/LotusMuse

VH ♬ Mizuki [Kamisama Kiss]

MUSE!YAN x ARTIST!RDR | 24 | Trans Male

He/Him | Panromantic

July 11th | Aries | ESFJ

Clingy | Dependent | Narcissistic

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❝ I love how you see me in a different light... A light I never saw before I met you. I'm fascinated by my beauty in your works, and I'm fascinated by you. ❞

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DOYLE EL-AMIN

PATHETIC | @/Darlington

VH ♬ Nolan Vice [Wild Card]

PATHETIC!YAN x TOXIC!RDR | 23 | Nonbinary

They/Them | Panromantic

November 14th | Scorpio | ISFP

Impulsive | Selfish | Reckless

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❝ Now, you know it's cruel to play with other people's feelings, don't you? ❞

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CLARKE EDWARDS

DIEHARD | @/lovedoll

VH ♬ Brett Hand [Inside Job]

FAN!YAN x COSPLAYER!RDR | 20 | Trans Male

He/They | Panromantic

December 15th | Sagittarius | ISTP

Cowardly | Shameless | Obnoxious

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❝ My, you're breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished. ❞

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YOO TAEHOON

PERFECTION | @/withdarling

VH ♬ Yoosung Kim [Mystic Messenger]

PERFECTIONIST!YAN x WILLING!RDR | 20s | Cis male

He/They | Panromantic

August 25th | Virgo | ENTP

Controlling | Gaslight | Hypocritical

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❝ There is no one who's more loyal than me! I'm tied to you, just like you are to me. ❞

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NORMAN RADCLIFFE

GUARDED | @/guarddog

VH ♬ Narrator [The Stanley parable]

GUARD!YAN x CRIMINAL!RDR | Late 40s | Male

He/Him | Biromantic

April 14th | Aries | ISFJ

Disruptive | Impatient | Secretive

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❝ C'mon, my love, we both know who's in charge here. ❞

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Ꮺ ⨾ AMOROUS — Yanderes with super natural characteristics.

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ZHIYAO BAI

WITCH | @/myshopkeeper

VH ♬ enma/winter [Reverse:222]

WITCH!YAN x APOTHECARY!RDR | 30s | Cis Male

He/Him | Panromantic

September 27th | Libra | INFP

Gullible | Indifferent | Vain

❝ You're engrained into my being. Like a tree's roots, you take hold of my heart ❞

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EVAGRIUS ELLINGTON

PRIEST | @/comittedsins

VH ♬ Will Graham [Hannibal]

PRIEST!YAN x ANGEL!RDR | 27 | Cis male

He/Him | sexuality will change as the story progress

January 6th | Capricorn | INTP

Defensive | Cautious | Stubborn

❝ I'll break every single rule just to be with you. ❞

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FREDERICK WYATT

JEWEL | @/jeweler

VH ♬ Prophet [COD—Black Ops]

VAMPIRE!YAN x DESIGNER!RBR | 32 | Male

He/Him | Panromantic

January 13th | Aquarius | ESFJ

Sarcastic | Flirtatious | Intolerant

❝ The first time my eyes grazed your form, I knew what it meant to be utterly and ardently in love. ❞

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BLATHMAC ORIS

NAGA | @/sharpfangs

VH ♬ Scar [LionKing]

NAGA!YAN x CROW!RDR | mid 20s | Male

He/Him | Demiromantic

May 15th | Taurus | ISFJ

Envy | Mournful | Destructive

❝ You have so much freedom, I want to take you down. Because of you, I know the bitterness of envy. ❞

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[gaasaku-fanfests]

BINGO!

Hi.😋😎😍😘💕💓💗💖

Sorry this is so late. I originally planned to get the bingo started at the beginning of July. I've been sick and things just haven't been great. But I'm finally feeling better and we need to get this show on the road.

The rules of a bingo are not simple. There are so many different ways to "win" bingo. Diagonally. Horizontally. Vertically. Weird combos where they're not even next to each other. 🧐 But, I'm not interested in policing this event to the letter, nor coming at you guys with a stick for not doing it "right". So the rules for THIS bingo event are just: HAVE FUN WITH IT.

Yes, we're having fun. However you want to interpret that.😎

HOW TO PLAY/PARTICIPATE:

Firstly:

Inbox GaaSaku-Fanfests with a bingo request. Like...

Second:

If you want a theme, then add it to your ask. This is if you want the prompts to be about something specific. For example:

(Prompts from this could be: holiday, magical, etc. Anything, but they'll all be things that could be connected or interconnected with 'winter'. If this is too confusing, don't worry about it.😘)

That's it. Easy-peasy. The basic idea of a bingo event. Then I'll post a bingo card reply to your ask, full of juicy prompts to work with. Like this:

Fanart. Fanfiction. Lots of fun. It'll be filled with real prompts, I promise.😎

And finally:

Choose the prompts from the bingo you want to write &/or draw about - and feel free to mix and match that if you're both a writer and artist. Fill out however many squares you want to. Incorporate them into one piece, or draw/write all FIVE separately. Link some up in themes and do how ever many pieces of writing or art you wish. General rules for participation still apply though - see my rules page for more specific details.

(Always defer to the blog pages for information.)

Go diagonally, vertically, horizontally, whatever. You want some prompts?

Timeline:

Of course the event posting will be in September. You'll have the rest of July and all of August to finish. And feel free to request a second bingo card once you're done with the first.

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If you have any questions, feel free to message me. And be sure to check the rules, tags, etc., on my blog. I'll check in with y'all a few weeks before September with a reminder.💕

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Like, reblog and share this post. Have fun creating, and spread the GaaSaku love!😋😎😍😘💕💓💗💖

[soursherbat]

hiiiii im garrett (but you can also call me sterling, lamb, or sour!) this is my main blog 💕

🔞my bsky is here- NO MINORS! some tags:

🎨#g.png (art tag) / 🙏 #they of salvation au (mainline COTL au) / ☠ #divine parasite au ('bad end'/evil lamb au)

🌟i have a billion sideblogs but i never use them- as a result this blog is a big melting pot of interests and other posts! if you want only fandom content you may want to look elsewhere

🌟my current hyperfixation is cult of the lamb but i have many other interests! namely pokemon, d&d, fnaf, alien, sanrio, animal crossing, etc etc if i listed all of them this post would take a thousand years to read

🌟feel free to spam me!!!! i mean it. i love getting my notification box full of likes, reblogs, asks, mentions, anything! mutuals can also dm me if they'd like

🌟i don't give out my discord to non-mutuals sorry

🌟i self reblog a LOT!!! i like to bump my art in the timeline so everyone can see it! if you're wondering if ive posted sometimes this pin will be replaced with art im proud of 💗

🌟if you want to make fanart of my ocs or designs i would love to see it!!!!

✖ some boundaries;

do not ask for art requests unless ive made a post asking for them, please! this is just to prevent me from feeling overwhelmed

no asks about pregnancy or anything related please. asking for pairing babies is a different story though!

do not use they/them for me. my pronouns are it/its, friends and mutuals can also use he/him but i GREATLY prefer it/its

minors ignoring my many 18+ warnings are getting hard blocked sorry, it's to keep everyone safe!

my fandom art can be used elsewhere but PLEEEASE credit me with a link back to this blog!

i dont have other social media and i dont plan on making any, tumblr is the only place you'll be able to find me (aside from archive profiles) i caved and now i have a bsky for my nsft stuff-

do not use any feminine terms or pet names for me At All ever please-

putting some of my refs ive made under the cut for ease of access! [only my lambs and my main fursona atm-]

[varganardi]

Welcome to my account 💜

Hiii!

Welcome to my self-ship account!

Nice to have you here :)

My (nick)name is Espresso!

[Genderfluid, they/them-she/her pronouns]

Intro can be found here ☕💜

More about me and my ship can be found on Carrd!

I'll be posting s/i art, fictions and other self-ship content!

Keep in mind this is NOT a fandom blog.

If you're interested - I have an writing blog too (mostly fanfictions)

Ask in Messages for @ if you'd like to follow 💜

I'm always happy to get to know new people!

Feel free to inbox or message me!

My fav shows/movies are: Breaking Bad/Better call Saul, La casa de Papel, Twin Peaks and The hunger games (+ TBOSAS)

I'd love to discuss it with someone!

Or just tell me about your fav author or singer :)

That's all for now!

Here's a masterlist for my account and it's content <3

🦋💕 🦋💕 🦋💕

DNI list

Pro-shippers

Homophobes/transphobes & misogynistic people

If you make fun of selfships (if you feel called out - wtf are you even doing on my acc in the first place?? 💀

espresso-ships Masterlist

FANART!!! <33

Varganardi by @lisasbasket 🥹 <3

Varganardi by @hanamisofficialspouse <33

Varganardi by @laloverboyy :') <3

Imagines & comforts

Only you

Mental health ❤️

They're fine

Their first choice.

Thunderstorms ⛈💕

Pets 🐾💕 - Part 2!

Drawing each other ✏🎨💕

Double dates!!! 🙏

Selfshippers with ADHD!

Amusement park dates 🎢💕

Comforting your f/o 🌧🫂

They LOVE you (meme pt 1)

Meme pt 2

Canon? EW

Varganardi

Understand my ship

Laura intro

4 quick questions

Them

Sims 4

Athenobi

Understand my ship

Make-up

Just them being chaotic

Sims 4 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Both

Who's most likely?

Random questions

Aesthetics

Who's "the"?

About us

Gushing <3

Varganardi

Just them being cute

Short king 🫅

Picnic 🧺💕

Screencap redraw

Lake date 🌊💕

Night routine 💤❤

My love

Teen AU

Laura in BCS

Movie night 🎥🍿💕

Sky full of stars 🌠💞

Matching earrings <3

Cats!!

Muscles 🙏😌✨ - ...Again - And... Again

Selfieee

Angst 💔🌧

Little guys!!

Beach date 🏖💜

Nacho and Val <33

Sleepy time 💤🫂

Lookin' good

Milkshakeee

Pride 🌈💞

Athenobi

Make-up 💄💕

Funko pop <3

Pride 🌈💞

Clemmie in LCDP

Cottage core 💐🏡💕

James Bond era

Cats!!

Little guy!! <3

Gay panic

Cuddly

Who's most likely?

Who's most likely pt 2

Who's most likely pt 3

Random questions

Facts

Who's "the"?

Get to know my ship!

Poly-ship versions - Part 2

4 quick questions

Headcanons!

Memes & drabbles

Pov Laura's office

Heist 🤤

Poetry??

Me <3

"Therapy"

Clemmie being... Clemmie

[Blinkers by: @gay-selfships! <3]

[robogart]

possibly a weird question, so feel free to ignore/delete this, but how do you think of uh… spicier things to draw? it’s not something i often feel like doing, but when i do it’s so hard to come up with ideas for situations or positions i want to put characters in 😵‍💫

or if you just don’t want to answer that specifically, then a similar but different question: how do you find inspiration/ideas for what to draw in a more general sense?

i love your art so much! the texture is so lovely and i adore how you draw so many characters fat and hairy ❤️ seeing people that look like me in art is always a treat

Not weird to me at all, I'm happy to answer a question on spicy art making!! 🥳👏✨✨✨ Unfortunately I feel like there's just too many things to say on the topic, but I'll do my best to narrow down what I think might be helpful! 🙏💖

So I feel like if you're just starting out and not sure what to draw at first, just drawing sensual naked people is a great starting point! If drawing a full body is too much - don't! You can just focus on points that you're interested in and crop the framing! Not only can it be more visually engaging to crop the image, but it's also way less daunting than just having a full body to draw on a page. It's crazy how suggestive even a bust or just a portrait can be!

From there, start adding other sensually naked people to the image if you want to move from a solo session. If you're not sure what to do for a specific pose/position, just having them draped over each other works! Holding from behind, pulling hair, etc. there's a lot of different things you can try out! And from there you can start adding more detailed elements that you want to try (maybe bondage, toys, background, whatever you're into! The world's your oyster)!

And as a note for brainstorming when drawing two characters/ocs, I feel like so much of the fun comes out of thinking how would these characters act in a sexual situation. Asking yourself questions like "Would one character be more flustered than another? What are their fantasies? What sort of position would they get into if they started making out in a chair? Etc. etc." And just thinking about potential situations is great for brainstorming as well!

So to reiterate: start small! Draw a sensual naked hottie! Draw a bunch of them! And as you draw more, think about what sort of feeling they might be trying to convey. Maybe they're embarrassed but horny and trying to cover themselves, maybe they're inviting and taunting? From there, add another person! How would they interact? How would one of the characters want to be treated by the other? What's the dynamic like? And just have fun with it!

I feel like sometimes trying to think of something for specific characters/a situation might be daunting to tackle! But drawing one babe being naked and horny is always a great place to start! 👏💖

I hope this was helpful anon! I feel like there's just SO many things you can do with sauce art, so I have a hard time narrowing down my answer! But I wish you all the best in your spice journey! Remember that just like with any other art-making, thinking about what to draw will get easier and more comfortable with practice! You got this! ^ w ^ 👏💕💕💕

[queen-of-the-boos]

You are Cordially Invited...

to the second ever-

(The envelope opens with a shrill shriek)

THAT'S RIGHT I'M DOING THIS AGAIN!!!

I'm throwing a little Luigi's Mansion themed ball for everyone who selfships and self inserts! (You don't have to selfship in the Mario universe to participate)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ʳᵘˢᵗʸ

Details about the event under the cut!

Now then, I'm sure you have a few questions. Hopefully I can answer them all here! Such as...

- What the heck are Banshee Blossoms?

Glad you asked, my fine friend! They're a fictional flower I made up based on these pretty little blooms on the roof of the mansion!

(Don't mind the fire. Luigi is totally fine.)

Here's my silly little doodled rendition for reference!

Banshee Blossoms are symbols of love, romantic and platonic, even familial! There's a tradition in the Boo Kingdom where you give one to someone you care about. They're said to bless whomever is gifted one with good luck and a happy relationship for the rest of their lives into their afterlife! Theyre pale white flowers that glow like moonlight with purple foliage.

They only bloom in the month of March, so now is the best time to come and view them!

- What's this event all about?

Another excellent question!

This event is tailor made for those of you who selfship or self insert as well as anyone who has Luigi's Mansion ocs! You're all welcome to attend! I'll be hosting it along with my darling husband King Boo 💕

It's just a small, relaxed event for everyone to have fun with whether you're an artist or not.

The general thing you can do is go around to your friends' ask boxes and leave them Banshee Blossoms should you feel so inclined. But we also have... Prompts!

- Prompts?

That's right! Prompts. You're a great listener!

The event runs from March 15th - March 17th, and throughout those days, you, dear listener, will have two prompts to choose from with which you may create things with! Think of them as themed projects? You can choose one or do both if you're feeling it!

The regular prompts will be:

15th - Arrival / Meeting

(Your arrival at the ball, or you meeting someone at the ball!)

16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

(Getting out any grudges before the party begins, or thinking of your self insert/ship/oc in the context of a Mario series spinoff like Mario Kart or Mario Golf ect.)

17th - Party / Comfort

(How you would be enjoying the party, or perhaps reviving comfort from somebody or something.)

Along with our regular prompts, we will also have musical ones for those of you who are music autistics with melodies in your heart like me.

Those will include:

15th - Treacherous Mansion /Paranormal Chaos

16th - Phantom Dancing / Luigi's Mansion DS

17th - Luigi's Mansion Credits / LM3 Music box

These work just like the regular creative prompts! You're just going off a song rather than an idea. You can do one, two, or all three of these options if you wish! No rules against that!

I'll be posting a daily post with all three daily prompts for that day around midnight (12 am CST) each day!

These prompts are for anything creative! Mood boards, writing, art, playlists, you name it! Even just posts saying what you and your fave are doing to participate are welcome!

- When is the event?

Just like I said above, the event will run the weekend of March 15th - March 17th.

- Where is it being held?

Well, it'll be hosted here on this blog! I'll be sure to look for posts and reblog them all here so everyone can see! Be sure to tag your posts for the ball with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them! That's the tag I'll be looking for! Youre also free to tag me so I can see them too!

But...if you meant what location the event is being held... Its-

The Treacherous Mansion from Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon! It's a large mansion in Evershade Valley full of many interesting rooms that house treasures from a famous adventurer from days long past.

(Thanks for helping me show it off, Luigi! But get that AWFUL thing off your back-)

Phew! Hopefully that clears things up. I'll try to condense the info here for those of you who need a tl;dr

TL;DR

I'm hosting an event for self inserts and shippers as well as Luigi's Mansion oc havers! It's a ball themed after Banshee Blossoms, symbols of all types of love and new beginnings!

The creative prompts for the event including musical prompts (notated with a 🎵) are:

🌙 15th - Arrival / Meeting

🎵 Treacherous Mansion/Paranormal Chaos

🌙 16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

🎵 Phantom Dancing/Luigi's Mansion DS

🌙 17th - Party / Comfort

🎵 Luigi's Mansion credits/LM3 music box

The event runs from March 15th - 17th.

I'll make a post each day at 12am CST with a short blurb about the day's prompts to help inspire! (You're free to start on the prompts early though!)

Remember to tag your ball related posts with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them!

I hope everyone has fun! Feel free to send me an ask over on this blog here if you have any questions or concerns!

This event is not for proshippers. Please kindly do not participate.

[uroboros-if]

What if... what if cheek kiss? 👉👈

👉👈 !!! I suppose it depends on the stage, but I'll assume you're in a relationship? (And if you're interested in how they'd react while crushing... it's 👉👈 feel free to send a separate ask for that!)

I accidentally wrote this with the caveat that it was a sudden cheek kiss... but I hope you enjoy, anyway! :)

SALVATORE would startle, eyes bursting open with light. They turn to you swiftly, grinning ear to ear, and would lean in to kiss you back on the cheek, assuming that is something that you want. If not, then if you're at least comfortable with this much, they'd reach out to hold your hands and squeeze them. Giggling, they'd say that it was nice—thank you, MC!

LUCIEL would blink, going deathly still. Their finger twitches, the only movement they make for a few, long moments, and then they turn to you slowly. It's now that you realize that the ends of their ears have turned red, now that they're facing you with a small and diffident smile. If they know it's something you'd like, they'd lean forward slowly and press one to your temple as well.

CIOCANA would suddenly tense, having lost all control over their senses or movements that even their eyes turn blank for a moment. They clear their throat as they recover, turning the charm on once more and looking to you. What was that about? Did they suddenly seem kissable at that moment? If so, MC has to commit to it. (Internal screaming)

ALESSI would blink, but they only need that moment to process it. Provided that they already know it's something you're comfortable with, they'd surge forward to kiss you on your cheek, maybe two or three. MC launched a covert attack on them, and they're only rising to the challenge! If MC is not one to receive, though, they'd just scoff playfully and roll their eyes. What underhanded tactics to catch them off-guard; they're lucky they can't counter it.

Thank you so much for the ask!! 💕💕

[atoriv-art]

asks

putting these above the readmore because otherwise i will be speaking into the void

fave. grouping these together to say: i do read fanfic on occasion but it's usually filtered through a friend of mine who reads far more than i do! ie, she reads stuff and sends me what she likes

however she did say that i could tell people to link me things so she can read through them. so feel free to link me whatever in the replies/asks/idk. no promises i will be the one reading it LMAO but we have very similar tastes in characters/pairings and also the types of fics we like 👍

i actually gravitate towards gen fics which are a dying breed lol but you can link whatever you want <3

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anyway. under the cut: misc asks, sasuneji 💕, also a tiny hyuga ramble

this is so late LMAO sorry, its all in my old blog @atoriv-moved ! haven't deleted any of it so if anything happened it's tumblr's fault. i miss kingdom hearts i need luxu to be in things again so i can go crazy :/

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thank you so much!!! 😭😭 it always makes me happy to hear the emotional weight of my work comes through! it's what i'm always trying to improve to make the little scenes in my head real :)

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thank you!!!! i never know what to say to these but they always make me smile 8)

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thank you so much!! honestly noses still give me trouble sometimes but as someone who is particular about trying to properly translate 3D shapes, especially of the face, in my rendering it's probably one of the most important landmarks :P and i think you can enhance a design sooo much with them, despite my struggles they're one of my favorite things to draw now!

i totally encourage you to start drawing again if you want to! but i'm biased of course hehe

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cute i never know how to answer these... maybe a little boring but i'm of the opinion sasuke is the clingier one in the rs :)

he's a very loving person but because of both his personality and collection of issues he struggles to fully articulate his thoughts in a manner that doesn't come off as rude or detached, but imo sasuke esp once he's out of his spiral would hate to have his love go unexpressed. so i think him having trouble with words and making up for it with flopping onto the people he loves like a large dog is sooooo cute, and i always think about how clingy he was as a baby.. he is made for latching onto people and wiggling them with a 😐 face

neji on the other hand is Weird About Intimacy since he's trained himself to be self-sufficient, and is hyperaware of how other people might perceive him due to him having to calibrate himself around his family. neji is very principled and especially when he's older won't let his anxieties keep him from doing something he believes in, but it gets a little more complicated when it comes to his personal relationships because for 90% of his life he had no hope of fostering those. so he ends up in a weird middle ground where he Does allow himself to express some of those feelings, but not fully, and often in a very self-conscious manner. his default answer to vulnerability is fluffing up like a cat because that's what's he's trained himself to do lol

so with these two in particular i think it'd combo into a lot of "flopping onto you like a weighed blanket because you're upset and i don't know what to say but i want to be here for you" situations, especially with sasuke doing it to neji because neji struggles with verbally articulating when he needs comfort like that. i think it works wonders for them because sometimes words get really messy when you have their combination of issues... it doesn't mean they can't talk through their problems of course, it just means that if something can be solved by the cat loaf maneuver it will be :)

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not reading too much into it at all, i love it! i like how much people talk about my kabuto hahaha i really want to draw him more often, i think he's a way more interesting character than he's given credit for (and this is coming from someone who really didn't like him at first :P), and his hairstyle change is one of the most obvious ways to explore that visually imo!

tysm for this, i really enjoyed reading it!

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i do! i wish more was done with her because i'm really fascinated by the implications of how she's presented, and how she could've shown that being the favorite child of someone like hiashi isn't necessarily a good thing! i always thought she seems like she's a little dissociated from life outside of the clan, which is really fun to work with (and definitely sucks for her because the clan is Not good lol)

i haven't gotten through the arduous task of watching all naruto filler (lmao) but one of my favorites is the one about hanabi and her relationship with hinata, especially the first half, episode 389 i think? i'm really obsessed with the way that episode shows what day-to-day life was like for the kids and the way the hyuga structure themselves, and how it creates distance between them. i'm pretty sure it implies hanabi (pre-plot) didn't know who neji is, for example? which i get isn't canon but i looove that thought. and on a less deep note hanabi is one of the few characters who gets a design i actually like in boruto! i think she looks soooooo cute

since i spend a lot of time thinking about them i actually am fond of all of the hyuga to some capacity, hiashi definitely in a "wow this guy sucks so much it's impressive" way but still lol i think his relationship with his brother and how it informs how he regards neji is very fascinating, or at least the directions it could have taken (if kishi cared at all.) are!

see my problem is that i wish naruto was about weird families and their issues (i am also obsessed with the suna family <3), but it is a shonen anime made for normal audiences