#feel free to share some facts about yourselves in the notes!!

[zombiechara42]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it the last five blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3 /nf

omg!!!! i love getting stuff like this in my ask box!! okay ummm 3 facts about me lets go!!

1. i wanna be a director when im older! id especially love to direct music videos ^_^

2. i also really want to learn bass guitar! im getting one for my birthday (august 14th) and as soon as i get one youll never hear the end of it.. (bonus fact: i own 32 cds! i love music. A LOT.)

3. i have brown syndrome in one of my eyes. its not too noticeable since i had surgery on it but its still there :p

thankz for the ask!! :D

[angelzarchive]

spencer bf hcs? I've read all the spencer tumblr fics too :,)

request: spencer bf hcs? i’ve read all the spencer tumblr fics too :,) / from the lovely @earspop! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write some spencer content, i love his sm so i had a lot of fun with this request. i think i got far too into and it turned out to be a little longer than i was expecting but i hope you enjoy it <33

pairing: spencer agnew x fem! insinuated reader — i’m sorry not all works i do will be gender specific, i’m just a sucker for spencer saying ‘pretty girl’

a/n: yayyy! this is finally my first ever work on tumblr and it’s also my first time doing hcs / x reader so bare with me if it’s not so good lol. i’m so nervous yet excited to share this. i just hope you all enjoy. and by all means, if you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to point them out. it’s not edited yet because i wanted to get it out quickly, so a little note if you see any would be greatly appreciated! if you have any requests you’d like to see, please leave them <3

for spencer, meeting you was what he could only describe as love at first sight.

from the moment you had first walked through the smosh doors and introduced yourself as their newest addition, he was smitten.

not only did he think you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid his eyes on, but he was completely infatuated by your personality and how well you immediately got along with everyone.

you quickly found out you both had very similar humour and could riff off of each other effortlessly.

so, it didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends. best friends, in fact. spencer had made it his own little secret mission to ensure it.

and before you knew it, you were attached at the hip. between spending your lunch breaks and most weekends together, your friends found it almost impossible to catch either of you alone.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was always trying to impress you. especially by making you laugh with his silly jokes. he had loved the sound of your laugh since the first time he’d made you fling your head back, mouth open wide and hands clutching your stomach. he was in awe of your bright smile and he vowed to never stop trying to make it happen.

falling for you was inevitable, he was a goner from the beginning. and the feeling wasn’t much different on your part, your crush on the man only grew stronger each day.

getting together wasn’t an easy process though, it took far too long for either of you to admit your feelings to yourselves — never mind one another.

you were both too worried about about the consequences of it going wrong, not wanting to ruin the cherished friendship you’d established.

much to the dismay of your friends, of course, who were all progressively getting more and more annoyed at the both of you for being so clueless. it was like everyone but you two could see how in love you were with each other.

it was spencer who built up the courage to admit his feelings first, although he hadn’t actually intended to.

it happened during your weekly movie night. you noticed there was something off about him immediately, sensed it as soon as he had walked through the door and plonked himself on the furthest end of your sofa — quite a distance away from where he’d usually sit, right by your side.

he was fidgeting the entire time and seemed like his mind was else where. you’d barely gotten an hour into the movie when you’d had enough and pressed pause.

you urged him to tell you what was wrong and without a second thought, all in one breath, he admitted his feelings for you.

you were beyond shocked but it didn’t take you long to return the favour.

that night you’d finished the movie in each others arms, whispering sweet nothings.

to this day, spencer regrets how he told you. he wishes it was more romantic and better thought out, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

and you’d been together ever since then.

spencer is the sweetest boyfriend ever and you loved being able to witness this new side of him.

turns out, he’s the biggest hopeless romantic.

from day one, his silly nicknames for you had taken a romantic turn. he started calling you “my love”, “baby” and even “pretty girl” — which you were obsessed with (if you don’t like nicknames, just discard this part!).

the guy literally praises the ground you walk on. he can never seem to shut up about you, always finding some way to bring you up in conversation. usually, he’s bragging about you.

he always says he‘s not entirely sure why you like him or how he managed to bag you, but he’s grateful it paid off. sometimes he’ll make a joke that he knows is really nerdy and he’ll follow it up with a “i don’t know why they like me either” or a “they’ll never want to touch me again”.

he will randomly use the cheesiest pick up lines on you. you could both just be chilling and out of no where he’ll hit you with a “baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print” just because he “felt like it”.

at work, he loves to bring you lunch and leave you a cute little note.

at home, he will sit you down on his lap and teach you how to play his favourite games so that he can play them with you. though once you get the hang of it, he does get very competitive. god forbid you get more kills than him in fortnite, even though he is super impressed — “that’s my girl.”

he also likes to play his games with you laying your head in his lap. there’s something about you being interested in what he’s playing that makes him want to take his shirt off really happy. even if you end up falling asleep during, at which point he’ll make great effort not to wake you up until he’s done. which usually doesn’t take too long because watching you sleep so peacefully in his lap has him eager to cuddle up with you in bed.

speaking of, when cuddling, he usually really likes to lay his head on your chest with your arms wrapped around him or have your whole body weight on top of him. he’s happy to be either big or little spoon.

although he may not be the biggest fan of over the top PDA, he does like to be touching you in some way or other. he’ll usually have his hand placed on you, either on the bottom your back or on your waist. he enjoys playing with your fingers and the hem of your clothes. when sitting, he’ll definitely have his arm wrapped around the back of your chair.

he really loves to show you off and as a result, his insta feed is full of your pictures. it may as well be his personal fan account for you. furthermore, he comments on every single one of your posts. he’s always your biggest hype man.

big fan of sending you memes on any and every social media platform you both have. if you don’t react to them, he will send you either an angry or sad face emoji.

he has made custom memes for you and your relationship, with a number of them featuring in who memed it videos. very easy points for the cast members.

he likes to save videos he’s seen that remind him of you or the stuff he thinks would make you laugh, immediately showing you when you’re next together.

spencer is a very good, active listener. he’s always willing to hear you talk, whether it be about your interests or something that’s bothering you and he will always have a question to ask or solution to provide. he even remembers the smallest things you tell him, which he’ll bring up to you months later and you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

he definitely writes down every important date between you both.

he’s a very thoughtful gift giver and likes to spend time just planning what he wants to get you. he believes you deserve nothing less and likes every last detail to be perfect.

you’ll usually get each other a funny card with the presents though. it’s become a tradition for you both to draw a little silly something inside (like a character from a show you’re both watching together)— even if it turns out very poor. the messages inside are pretty romantic and heartfelt, no matter the occasion.

spencer is very quick to notice when you’re upset and when he does, he’ll do everything in his power to cheer you up. playing one of his characters usually works pretty fast, especially the chosen and fred darts. they’re so ridiculous, they end up distracting you.

he definitely makes you playlists of songs that remind him of you or that he recommends and he absolutely listens to all the songs you recommend him, without skipping a second. if he likes them, he’ll let you know it.

whenever he has a new idea for a video or a character to play, you’re the first person he will run it by. he really values your input.

you guys definitely have cat babies and he absolutely will send you pictures of them if you’re away. they’ll have a caption that says something like “we miss you” or “look how cute our son/ daughter is, they definitely take after you”.

a/n: and this is all the hcs i have for now, however i will definitely be updating this list.

[adilynnyuri]

Hello yuri! I'm the one who asked you about revising my father's death. First of all, Thankyou so much for answering me and supporting me! I feel much better than earlier when I affirm for his aliveness but still I get triggered sometimes by circumstances and start to miss him again. But I think I should not supress my emotions too whenever I feel emotionally weak, I cry out so much, feel my emotions, miss him talk to him with his picture and again come back to my imagination, I think this doesn't affect my manifestation, right? Okay, so the final question is, that I always try to fullfill in my imagination and most of the time I do so, I don't care what other people say also my belief system has become stronger but the thing is I always affirm that " I always wake up and see my father alive, healthy and happy and while affirming this I go to sleep and expect that next morning I'll see my father again, but when I don't see him next morning; it triggers me so much that I don't want to even wake up and thoughts like I should suicide come into my minds and then It takes 2 or 3 hours to come back to my normal routine affirmation, how should I deal with this? Is it okay to feel like this? Please help me. Thankyou! Lots of love to you! 💕♥️

Hii love! 🤍

I am once again saying that I completely understand your situation!

But if you want your dad back, you can't take "no" As an answer. If your "3d" Reflects something you don't want it, it is just some bullshit. It is not real. It is real, if you accept the fact it is real.

I understand you are doing everything right but when you wake up, your dad isn't with you and it is triggering you.

AND NEVER EVER TALK ABOUT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS EVER!! YOU ARE MEANT TO BE HAPPY AND BLESSED EVERY SECOND OF YOUR LIFE!! NEVER EVER THINK OF SUICIDING MY LOVE, YOU ARE PRECIOUS AND A GEM FOR THIS WORLD!

I am always there in case of any problems! And also our community people are there for you!! Feel free to share your problems! We will respect you and your feelings totally ♡

Let me give you the same example,

if you write numbers from 1-10 in a note book as homework and you sleep at night being satisfied that you finished your homework and the next day when you wake up will the numbers you wrote in the notebook disappear and will you worry waking up thinking that if you wrote those numbers or not? I mean, it will disappear if you say it disappears. And of course sitting and worrying about something which is already done is also your decision. So if the homework (your desires) are already done, why are you "expecting" Or "worrying" That your desire hasn't yet come to you??

"But revising someone back alive is A BIG THING"

It's a big thing only if you say it's a big thing. "Revising anyone back to life is a piece of cake to me" Say this affirmation repeatedly even though YOU don't feel it/see any changes in your 3d. Affirm back against the "3d" If it "shows" You the complete opposite of what you wanted. If it triggers you, fuck that. It doesn't exist.

Things/people in this world exist only because you let them. THEY ARE EXISTING IN FRONT OF YOU, BECAUSE👏🏻YOU👏🏻ARE👏🏻ALLOWING 👏🏻THEM👏🏻TO👏🏻.

YOUR DESIRES ARE ALREADY THERE. YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORRY FOR ANYTHING. YOU ARE PRECIOUS. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GET SPOILED BY EVERY LITTLE THING YOU EVER WANTED. DON'T TAKE NO AS AN ANSWER. IT'S ALWAYS YES. YES YOUR DAD IS ALIVE! YES YOUR INCOME IS DOUBLED! YES WHATEVER YOU WANTED IS ALREADY THERE.

Why do you "expect" It to happen??? IT IS ALREADY DONE!!

I don't want to convey it as rude. It's just my reminder to you that,

You already have whatever you ever wanted. If you don't like what you are seeing, affirm, be still within, AND DON'T CHANGE YOURSELVES FOR ANYTHING! IT IS ALREADY DONE. DO NOT WORRY FOR ANYTHING! YOU ARE AN ANGEL! YOU ALREADY GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!!

With lots of love,

ADILYNN YURI🤍🌷

[wolfes]

NEW EDITOR 101: A GUIDE FOR GIFMAKERS by v @shangs

Hi friends! I know I said I would do this way back in April/May when this change was announced but I've been massively busy lately so thank you all for being patient with me :)

Based on the results of this poll, I will be trying my level best to help make a guide for gifmakers to best deal with any problems that have been present with the new editor. However, it's worth noting that I have personally not experienced any of these problems myself and I have no record of any problems from other people that I could send to staff and get guidance on, so for some of these issues I will unfortunately be a broken record.

That being said, I have been using the new editor for a few months now and it hasn't been too bad. So don't be discouraged by the new editor if you still love to make gifs and share them. You may need to adapt a bit, but it's doable!

This is meant to be comprehensive and will be explanation and image heavy. Full guide under the cut.

CONTENTS:

What is the new editor?

Steps to take before posting

Making a post

Troubleshooting

01. WHAT IS THE NEW EDITOR?

Some of you may be asking yourselves what the point of the new editor even is and why it's being implemented in the first place when we already had a (mostly) functional editor. My very limited understanding of it as a CS student is app compatibility and flexibility. I'm not totally clear on the details nor am I 100% certain this is the case, but NPF posts (basically, posts made with the "new editor") first started with the mobile app. I'm unsure if the different post types were simply too unwieldy to transfer to the app - having to make a whole bunch of post types when with the new editor you can now have posts with any elements you want without the rigidity of a set post type - or if it was simply not able to be implemented, but the apps have always used NPF. The majority of Tumblr users are coming from the mobile apps. Then it became a case of having the legacy editor for the web users (which were fewer in number) and the new NPF editor for everyone else. That takes resources to keep around and it's pretty inefficient. Naturally the older editor that was used by less people was going to get the axe, especially since you couldn't tell on mobile that there was even a difference between NPF or legacy posts.

So now here we are and the posts are NPF. This means they're in "Neue Post Format." Basically, every post you make is by default a text post, containing "blocks" of other media - as gifmakers we will primarily be dealing with photos.

I understand that it's frustrating to many to see "our gifs are now rendered as text posts" and ask WHY it's happening when photos should logically be rendered as photo posts - but the fact is, there's now no real delineation between a "text post" and a "photo post." The reason NPF posts are now "text posts" is because that's how they are rendered for desktop themes, not because everyone is going to see your post as text and your gifs are going to be compressed into the quality of a potato (though I know some have seen this issue - more on that later.)

02. STEPS TO TAKE BEFORE POSTING

The long and short of it is that you may have to update your theme. More detail here for those who are interested, but check that your theme supports "new editor posts" or "NPF posts" AND that this is true for original posts (you can read more about why in this ask and, although this may be a bit time-consuming, test it out on your blog). I can say with certainty that my second theme Cygnus supports original NPF posts. This is NOT true of my first theme, though.

You can try to add the NPF Fix by @glenthemes to your own theme (beware if you don't know HTML/CSS) or try this tip by @burningblake for original posts.

Feel free to add theme makers with fully NPF-compatible themes in the notes! I have been happily using my own theme so I can't say to what degree others' themes are NPF-friendly.

03. MAKING A POST

If you're sticking around to post on the new editor and you have trouble ordering your gifs around, here's a little guide on how to post.

If I click on "Photo" from web and open up the editor, here's how it looks:

I went ahead and added three full-width gifs and the editor put them in like so:

You'll most likely also have to order your gifs around in the way you want them. You can go ahead and hover over your gifs to see the button to orient them (the four dots in the top left corner) and the button for an image description (the three dots in the bottom right corner). I've attached images of all three below:

If you hold the orientation button, move your gif around until you see the blue line that shows where your gif will end up in the spot that you want it. For example, I wanted to move the second gif below the first one, so I oriented it so that the blue line would show the marker between the two gifs:

Now my gifs are oriented nicely! Of course, this is a simpler layout, but the principles still hold.

If you save your gifs as a draft and reopen them or you just notice a large gap like this in between your gifs when you're in the editor, don't worry.

This will not show up in dash view or on a desktop theme that supports original NPF posts. For example, this is how the gifs' gap (without modification) looked in my desktop theme:

With your gifs ordered, the final step is to add alt text. You can read more about alt text and why you should use it here. (Feel free to ignore the sections about the captions on the legacy editor since it is no longer relevant. It's also unnecessary to clearly mark descriptions if they're not in the caption of your post because they will clearly show up under "ALT" on Tumblr.)

If you click the three dots in the bottom right corner as seen above, and click "update image description:"

You can add the description you like and click "update." Your photos' alt text will show up under the "ALT" bubble on Tumblr. This is generally a good practice to get into to make your content more accessible, so I hope you guys will consider using alt text regularly :)

Also, I've noticed that in the editor, if you go back and edit something it will take some time to show up. You may have to refresh the page or load it again after some time, but your edits should be there. I would not go back and edit posts again if you see your posts haven't shown up. I also advise against editing your posts on mobile because it's easier to make a mistake.

And there you go, you've successfully made a post with the new editor!

04. TROUBLESHOOTING

I'm sure you've all been waiting for this. Unfortunately I am probably going to be extremely unhelpful if the editor hasn't been refined in the last few months for those experiencing issues. I'm going to go in the categories that I listed out in my original poll, but keep in mind that I haven't personally seen any of these issues on my end so I haven't been able to contact staff with any evidence that this happened other than my poll.

Dashboard view quality issues: I haven't noticed this issue. I'm not sure if this has been fixed since the original poll was posted. If you're experiencing this issue, this is not something I know how to fix so I would contact staff with screenshots of the issue.

Desktop theme side padding: As noted before, this is a theme issue. If you change themes to something that is NPF-compatible with original posts, there shouldn't be any more issues here.

Small gifs on mobile: In my experience this was happening regardless of what editor was used; it's a bug that seems to have been fixed since this poll was created. If you're still experiencing it, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I would advise contacting staff.

New editor doesn't accept gifs of size 9.8MB < x < 10MB: I haven't experienced this issue so I would say the only workaround would be to either trim the size of your gif so that it is under 9.8MB or whatever threshold seems to be the cutoff or contact staff (I am so sorry for constantly having to suggest this 😭 unfortunately there's no trick I can offer because the new editor has been taking all my gifs just fine)

Logistical issues ordering gifsets: I hope this guide has been able to answer the majority of questions and shed some light on some of the more buggy behaviors of the new editor, but if you have any more specific questions you can feel free to shoot me an ask!

HTML issues / colored text: Unfortunately it seems colored text may be deprecated entirely? This could be for accessibility purposes because I believe screen readers would read out every single letter of gradient text in captions which I imagine can get quite frustrating for users of this technology. I recommend just using the normal rich text editor. If you want small text, you can highlight and click the <s> button!

Other: If it seems like something I may be able to answer, please feel free to ask me. Otherwise... hound staff 😭

Here's where you can hound staff, btw. If you're having major issues I would advise you guys to submit support tickets. That way if there are any widespread bugs, staff will hopefully be able to fix them.

I hope this guide was helpful to you guys in dealing with the new editor, and happy giffing <3

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Lia's Writers and Blog Recommendations

Hi there lovelies! Lia here and I'd love to share the some creators that have so far been feeding me with amazing content and I'd love for you and them to know how I feel about their works so there is a bit of commentary (feel free to ignore if you're only here for recs). They are all from different fandoms and I genuinely love their works. I am not here to hate on anyone at all, simply here to bring attention to those creators I find worth reading. In fact I actually don't do negative commentary. (If I do, it's probably towards my life 😭)

This will be constantly edited if I find more creators that I loved within each fandoms. I'm sorry to all the creators I've probably bothered with this notification, if you want to be taken off this list then I will respect that and do so :))

I will respectively use the pronouns these people have provided in their bios and if they do not have it in their bios then I'll simply use they/them <3

To all tagged creators, y'all are amazing and so fucking underrated :3

CoD Creators

@frogchiro - This creator is more likely known for the absolutely scrumptious CoD hybrid AUs. MY GOD EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HER AUs ARE JUST ON ANOTHER LEVEL. Ranging from Hacker girl!Reader to Baracks Bunny!Reader. (Octo König and Coyote Graves are personal faves of mine) (Her nsfw content is the most toe curling shit I've ever read)

@ghouljams - This creator is another known for their CoD AUs, only this time you may know them as the one who wrote the Cowboy and Medieval AUs. This person and @frogchiro actually got their inboxes mixed up a few times I believe, they're both really just that good, I clearly need pointers. (I honestly don't have much words because god do I eat their content up)

@wishesforyouo (previous account being: @puff0o0) - This lovely creator makes short but sweet CoD content, you may recognize her as the person who made the popular self-aware CoD AU. Definitely my cup of tea because I really like short reads from time to time. (Miss this AU, sweetie <3)

@blingblong55 - This creator loves to make me cry, idk why. I love her though, her nsfw content is also freaking delicious I can't even.

@xo-cod - This creator, I can't even begin. I just love their writing style, it's sweet, quite short and worth the read. (We also have the same name)

@lunarw0rks - This creator makes me wanna bang my head on a table with how good their Ghost content is.

@ceilidho - This creator I can't even begin to describe how fucking delicious the Ghost content is, idgaf if it's short (IT'S PERFECT). Like my god, how'd y'all come up with content that you do. I think she captures Ghost quite well in her writing.

@mistydeyes - This creator, my fucking god. Her content is so good especially the requests she gets. The overall vibe of her writing gives a specific aesthetic that I love so much and honestly their series is worth the freaking read. Series mentioned here, the writing style is so unique but captures the characters perfectly.

@wordstome - This creator made the GREATEST FUCKING FRIENDS TO LOVERS KÖNIG FANFIC I HAVE EVER READ. It was all just so perfect, the length, the pacing and the writing style is fucking incredible. God where'd y'all get the talent to write this, here's the link to said fanfic because I do not gatekeep.

@multifandomimagin3s - This creator and the amount of Rudy content, I AM EATING IT UP. What do y'all feed yourselves to write with this amount of quality? Like their depiction of Rudy (and of course the others) is just Chef's kiss. (Also idk why but this person seems familiar since I remember someone in Wattpad a long time ago who has the same user)

@lxvvie - This creator creates the best fucking characterization I've ever read, LIKE HELLO?! Horangi is so accurate and her version of König is too. I love it, I'm eating her content up.

@rustic-guitar-notes - This creator I wanted tag this Creator so bad on this creator list because I feel like they're so underappreciated and their works are so good, LIKE IT'S ALWAYS THE UNDERAPPRECIATED WORKS THAT ARE SO GOOD THEY MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT YOU NEED AND WANT TO FEEL.

@icarustypicalfall - This creator is mutuals with almost every single one of my fave mutuals and that's how I found them. MY GOD THE RUDY AND ALEJANDRO CONTENT?? I'M EATING THAT SHIT UP.

@skeletalgoats - This creator IS SO FREAKING UNDERATED, I FOUND MYSELF BINGING THIER WORKS AND IT IS SO GOOD AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S THE BEST THING? THEY HAVE MULTIPLE WORKS ON ROACH. Istg y'all, WE NEED MORE OF ROACH.

@ghosts-cyphera - This creator, HELLO MISS MA'AM? THE PS!GHOST AU?!?! SHE GOT ME THINKING OF IT ALL THE TIME NOW LIKE WHAT DOES SHE PUT IN HER WRITING TO MAKE IT SO GOOD. First of all I'm in love with her version of Ghost because he's just so fucking caring despite the sexual themes, SHE MANAGED TO MAKE A PORNSTAR AU WITH DOMESTIC AND ROMANTIC ASPECTS WITHOUT MAKING IT FEEL SHALLOW AND SUPERFICIAL, LIKE HOW? What kind of food are y'all eating to create the content you guys feed us readers with?

@halcyone-of-the-sea - This creator has their own aesthetic and vibe when it comes to the writing. OMG I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN WITH THE WRITING STYLE, IT'S SO GOOD AND DETAILED. NOT MENTION SHE HAS QUITE A LOT OF POPULAR WORKS THAT I BINGED LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW.

@azereus - This creator, I CAN'T EVEN LIKE WHY SO CRIMINALLY UNDERATED? THEIR WRITING IS LITERALLY SO GOOD AND DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE ATTENTION IT'S GETTING. NOT ONLY THAT BUT I'VE READ THEIR WORK OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

@peachesofteal - This creator, OH MY FUCKING GOD, THE WRITING IS A GODSEND. I FINISHED HER WHOLE SERIES "LIGHT ON" IN LESS THAN AN HOUR AND NOW I'M CRAVING MORE. HOLY SHIT IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. "MY GIRLS"?!?! GOT ME SO BAD, MY FUCKING HEART IS EXPLODING.

@drop-cherries - this creator brought me back on this list. You all must be saying "Lia you haven't updated this is so long, it must be some scrumptious ass work you've seen". DAMN WELL IT'S GOOD, got me in my feels and everything, needed that domestic life with Simon after so much nsfw content, I need breaks too y'all. Although I did like that one nsfw post earlier, if you saw that, no you didn't :). They are so criminally underrated too so go check them out, from one creator to another, they seem so freaking talented and I love using my platform to help you guys reach other creators too, who hardly get enough attention for something they worked hard on :>

@lostintransist - Another creator who has yet again brought me back to this list. Holy shit, if the word underrated is a creator, it's them. First of all, I NEED MORE UPDATES OF THE SEAMSTRESS AND THIS BUNNY BITES SERIES. It's written so freaking good like what. I get having a short attention span and not wanting to read long fics but this one.. this one you won't even be bored for a second. It's the type of fics you'd want to lose yourself in, I found myself finishing the bunny series in less than an hour, then left to starve for more. Edit: HELLO?! GET YOU A CONSISTENT AUTHOR, LITERALLY I AM OBSESSED WITH THE "Secrets are for grown ups" series that I wish I would've thought of it myself because I love angst so much (THEY BETTER NOT TOUCH THOSE KIDS, THEY'RE MINE!)

@sunni-stuff - Another amazing creator who sparked me up with their series, I don't know what is up with me lately but I am loving single mom!Reader so much. To whomever is planning on checking her out, YOU ARE IN FOR A TREAT. Where'd y'all get talent like this honestly? Like the amount of anticipation it takes to hook me in is a lot because of how short my attention span is AND MY GOD, ADIRA IS LIKE THE DAUGHTER I'VE NEVER HAD. I can just relate so much to the reader, I've always imagined myself working in a daycare too because I adore babies and kids. Her and @lostintransist have me on a leash fr.

TLOU Creators

@elliesbelle - This creator is top of this list for a reason, their content is the most scrumptious, drama-filled fanfics I have ever read. And yes I'm referring to their series "Nobody Compares To You". I can't even begin to say how much I love this creator, if I wasn't broke then I'd would've already tipped them. I personally think she captures Ellie's personality well. I appreciate a writer who implements shit that happen in her life into her stories. (Despite that, the amount of things happening in their love life is also some complicated shit that I love hearing updates from. Love ya belle <3) Me reading the belle's fanfic at 3am knowing damn well I have school the next day

@lovelettersfromluna - This creator is another amazing writer and holy hell are her works so good, like the length and writing style is just perfect. It's so compact yet it's not too long, add me on your ma'am taglist, please 🥺 <3

@seattlesellie - This creator, I just love her writing style especially with the knight!Ellie fic. Not to mention all the Abby content <3

@callmelola111 - This creator is another person to go to when looking for top tier Ellie fanfics, definitely worth the read on her works.

@clemellie - This creator AND WRITING TLOU SMUT IS A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN OH MY GOD, first of all, the characterization of both Ellie and Abby are so top tier then there's the ungodly toe curling smut. She is worth the fucking read every time.

@papipedroo - This creator has made a a series on Joel Miller x Reader angst AND I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SAY HOW GOOD IT WAS. THEY GOT ME CRYING AT 7 IN THE MORNING. I also adore the writing style and pacing, I genuinely could not wait for the next part because I NEED Joel to grovel. I DON'T EVEN CRUSH ON JOEL MILLER AND THEY GOT ME HOOKED SO BAD.

[pinievsev]

"You're here..."

Jaehyun x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, birthday fic!

Word count: 777 (DAMN I'M COOL)

Note: happy birthday, @cherrycolaberry my dear! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!<33

!click here for a surprise! 🫢

It had been a quiet, unassuming morning. You woke up to the usual rhythm of your life, not expecting anything particularly out of the ordinary. It wasn’t that you didn’t like birthdays, but you weren’t one for grand celebrations either. That’s why when your phone buzzed with a message from Jaehyun, you didn’t think much of it.

"Good morning. Happy birthday!"

A smile spread across your face at his text. Jaehyun had a way of making even the simplest words feel special. You typed back a quick thank you, still sleepy, before going about your day. Little did you know, your morning would only be the calm before the surprise.

As the day wore on, you found yourself thinking more and more about Jaehyun. His bright smile, his laugh, the way he would always find time to check in despite his busy schedule. The two of you had grown close over the past few months—texting, calling, and sometimes even video chatting when he could. It wasn’t a typical relationship by any means, but there was something unspoken between you that made your heart race every time he messaged.

You didn’t expect him to do anything big for your birthday. He was busy with promotions, concerts, and everything else that came with being a member of BOYNEXTDOOR. But as the afternoon rolled in, you started to wonder if maybe there was something more to his message that morning.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, your phone buzzed again. This time it was a voice note.

"Hey, I hope you're not doing anything too crazy for your birthday just yet. If you are... stop. Come to your door in about 10 minutes."

You blinked at the message. What did he mean by that? Jaehyun wasn’t... No, he couldn’t be. You quickly glanced around your space, tidying things up just in case, though you still couldn’t believe he might actually be here.

Exactly ten minutes later, your doorbell rang.

You practically sprinted to the door, your heart pounding in your chest as you fumbled to open it. And there he was—Jaehyun, standing right in front of you, a cheeky grin on his face, holding a small cake in his hands.

"Surprise," he said softly, stepping inside without waiting for a reply.

For a second, you just stared at him, completely speechless. The fact that he was here, in the flesh, right in front of you... it was overwhelming.

"I wanted to make your birthday special," Jaehyun continued, setting the cake down on your table. "I know I’ve been busy lately, but I couldn’t let today go by without seeing you."

The warmth in his voice brought you back to reality, and you smiled, shaking your head in disbelief. "You didn’t have to do all this."

"Of course I did," he replied, stepping closer. "It’s your birthday. And I wanted to be with you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight hug. His warmth, his scent—it all felt so comforting, so right. You closed your eyes, leaning into him as the reality of the moment finally set in.

"You’ve made today unforgettable," you whispered, your voice barely audible against his chest.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "That’s the plan. I’ve got the whole day free, just for you."

The rest of the day was a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and quiet moments together. You spent hours talking, catching up, and sharing stories. Jaehyun had even managed to bring along some of your favorite snacks and a few small gifts, each one more thoughtful than the last.

As the evening wore on, the two of you found yourselves sitting on the couch, the remnants of your birthday cake sitting on the table in front of you. The conversation had quieted, replaced by a comfortable silence that stretched between you.

"Thank you," you said softly, turning to look at him. "For everything."

Jaehyun smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his. "You deserve it. I just want to make sure you feel special, today and every day."

Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. Jaehyun, here with you, celebrating your birthday in the most meaningful way possible—it was more than you ever could have asked for.

As the night deepened, Jaehyun rested his head against your shoulder, his voice a soft whisper. "Happy birthday," he murmured again, his hand gently squeezing yours.

And in that moment, with him by your side, you knew that this would be a birthday you’d never forget.

[melonbear51]

VTM Character Concepts I am Compelled to Share: Malkavian Edition

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Sorry I kinda disappeared off the face of the earth (work has been wild because tis the season I guess), but a bouquet of Mlakavian ideas have bloomed from my brain and I am eager to share them with you all. As always, feel free to use any of these ideas in your campaigns, art, etc. and please do message me about what your characters are up to! Also, PLEASE be mindful that VTM is a dark game so I'd advise against engaging with some of the concepts if you are aren't in a good headspace. VTM is a game, but your mental health isn't. Please take care of yourselves ❤️ With that said, let's get into some concepts for a clan I hold very near and dear to my heart! 1. A Malkavian with severe agoraphobia, but not for the reasons you might think. You see, they are keeping themselves isolated and sticking to one place because every time they go outside, it seems like disaster strikes. Others may say its a coincidence, but this Malkavian is convinced they are a walking herald of disaster, and wants to protect those they love. 2. A Malkavian computer scientist and programmer who scoffs at those who believe in a higher power. Why? Because they are building a God via AI who will shepherd humanity and kindred into a new era . 3. A Malkavian who wakes up every night with no memory of the previous one. To combat this, they obsessively journal, take notes and photographs, and record audio diaries. So far the rest of the coterie hasn't caught on yet, but with every night things become more difficult. 4. A Malkavian who developed an incredibly intense fear of silence after encountering a complete absence of sound during their embrace. To avoid it, they always have headphones to play music on their person, and tend to do things like drum their fingers against tables to produce noise. Though this helps, it can be irritating to other kindred, and a big hindrance during espionage and infiltration missions. 5. A Malkavian who, desperate to cure their derangement, has begun hunting down and diablerizing Salubri, believing the clan of healers’s blood is the solution to all their problems.

6. A Malkavian who is nonverbal due to a fear that some of their Dominate abilities, which have been erratic and uncontrollable in the past, act up. In life they felt helpless over the fact that many things were out of their control and wished they could have things their way, but now they regret their wish with all their heart.

7. A photographer Malkavian who strongly believes in the idea that when you take someone’s picture, you capture a piece of their soul. Fascinated by the fact that the Lasombra don’t show up on cameras correctly, they are obsessed with the idea of getting a proper snapshot of one and analyzing it.

Hope you all enjoy!

[sokovianheadtilt]

A-List Bookworm

Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: You’re a famous actress, Steve is a bookstore owner. You’ve been together for 5 years but the public doesn’t know. 

A/N:  i got this idea and i had to let it out. If you have any requests let me know cuz writer’s block is realllllll. (also free Palestine 🇵🇸)

Warnings: pregnancy 

Word Count: 1.4k 

The day you met Steve was the best day of your life. You were in New York taking a break from filming your new hit TV show when you decided to visit a new bookstore that just opened in your area. You were a huge bookworm, something the public loves about you. So when ‘Steve’s Signatures’ opened a few blocks down the street, you couldn’t resist. 

You looked up at the sign outside the store, smiling to yourself a little before walking in. You looked around the store, noting how quaint it was and loving the little sitting area towards the back. You wandered through the aisles, stopping to check out a few books before going into a new aisle and seeing a tall, buff man with blonde hair putting some books on the shelves. You watched as he looked over towards you and smiled and said “Hi! I’m Steve, welcome to my store. Do you need any help?” Your eyes widened a bit as he didn’t seem like the type to own a bookstore. His vibe gives off male model more than it does bookstore owner but who were you to automatically assume? “Hi! Um, I’m just looking for a new romance book” After you said that, Steve went into a whole tangent about his favorite romance books and you couldn’t help but be fascinated with his every word. It led into a whole conversation about books and both of your personal favorites and hearing Steve talk about reading so passionately made your heart flutter. Once he had helped you find a few books to buy and was ringing you up he outright said “By the way, I love your show” You froze a bit before smiling and thanking him. You weren’t surprised that he knew who you were, but the fact that it didn’t seem to dissuade him from striking a conversation with you anyway made you feel a certain way. So, when he gave you your receipt, you reached over to grab one of the pens that sat in a pencil holder on top of the counter and wrote your number on it, giving the receipt back to him saying, “Text me if you have new book recommendations”  You smiled at him before grabbing your bag and leaving, knowing that you found a comfort spot at Steve’s store. 

After that interaction, Steve took your advice and started sharing the new books he would start and telling you what he loved or hated about each one, loving how in-depth he got into his reasonings for how he felt. Over time, you started opening up to each other whenever you would see him at the store or talking over text which led to your feelings for him growing stronger every day. Your day wasn’t complete until you heard from Steve. He was the best part of your days, he was the nicest and most sympathetic man you’ve ever met, and you wanted him. You took the risk and asked him out on a date and he said yes, much to your surprise. You did your best to pick a spot where you wouldn’t be hounded by the press leading to having your date in a little restaurant, sitting in a secluded spot so you can both enjoy yourselves. It was one the best date you’ve ever been on and you knew Steve had to be yours. The day he asked you to be his girlfriend, while you wanted to say yes immediately, you felt the need to remind him of the life you live and how you get little to no privacy and so do the people around you. You didn’t want him to be oblivious to how you live your life, but his response was simply “I know what I’m getting myself into and I’m gonna stick beside you anyways” From that moment on, your relationship was something special you held to close to your heart, so you decided to keep it a secret for the time being. 

You and Steve dated for 3 years before getting married in secret as well. It was a super small ceremony, with your close friends and family being the only ones in attendance. Your life with Steve was the calm and quiet you needed away from Hollywood life. When you had to go to a new city to film a movie or show, you missed him like crazy. You did your best to fly him out in secret whenever you wanted to see him, but those moments would be few and far between due to how busy your schedule can get. He was supportive through it all. He knew marrying a high-profile celebrity meant you would have to be away a lot, but the both of you made it work. 

While filming for your new movie, you found out that you were pregnant. Thankfully production was ending soon so it wouldn’t be a huge issue but it saddened you that Steve couldn’t be there for you to tell him in person. So, you came up with a plan, and this plan involved going public with your marriage. When filming was over, and you could finally go back home, you surprised Steve with the news of your pregnancy. “God I missed you so much never leave me again” he said once you walked through the door of your house, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek repeatedly. The action made you giggle and you ran a hand through his blonde locks. “Well, considering there’s a baby growing inside me, you can have me all to yourself for a little while” You felt him freeze under you and pull back to look you in the eyes “Wha…a baby? Are you pregnant?” he said in disbelief as you nodded “Yeah, just hit 13 weeks” you felt tears well up in your eyes and saw Steve about to cry as well as he hugged you again “Oh my god we’re having a baby” 

As your pregnancy progressed, you brought up the idea of going public to Steve to which he said “Whatever you want to do I’ll be right there to support you” which of course he will because he’s the best man in the world. You started thinking of ways to announce it and because you haven’t been on social media or spotted in public recently, everyone came to the conclusion you were taking some time for yourself. You were invited to an awards show and decided that was the perfect opportunity to let everything out. You brought this up to Steve and he was super excited to see how awards shows operate and wanted to wear a fancy suit. The plan was simple, on the red carpet you will be debuting your 7-month-old pregnant belly as well as the man who helped create it. Your dress was your favorite shade of pink due to it being your favorite color and also because you found out you were having a girl so it felt fitting. 

When the day arrived, you and Steve spent hours achieving red-carpet-ready looks and before you knew it, you were pulling up to the red carpet. The moment you stepped foot onto the carpet holding Steve’s hand, the camera flashes started going crazy, and reporters were asking you questions at a mile a minute, you didn’t think this would cause such a huge reaction but it did. You kept looking at Steve to make sure he wasn’t getting overwhelmed but you noticed that he kept one of his hands on your back, using his fingers to rub small circles on the small of your back, one of the things he does to soothe you which made you realize, he’s making sure that YOU were okay. You looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his lips before bringing him down the carpet to let the next person get their picture taken and go to do some interviews. 

A reporter from People magazine came over and started asking you questions about what just occurred. “So Y/N, first off congratulations on the new baby this is quite a surprise! Who did you bring here with you tonight?” you let out a small giggle before answering “This is my husband Steve and he wanted to come and support me tonight so now we’re here” you said with a grin on your face. The rest of the night went by smoothly with many people congratulating you or telling you what a surprise this was. 

When you finally posted him on Instagram, you damn near broke the internet. It was your most-liked post ever, gaining more than 1 million likes and the support was overwhelming. Your worst fear was that this would have the complete opposite effect on your career, but instead, it only boosted it. Everything fell into place and once your daughter, Eliana Renee Rogers was born, everything was complete.

[quantumelepant]

Just a little jegulus wip I will probably never finish AND you get a free sprinkle of marauders being stupid together because I'm a sucker for that!

(also, it's unedited for obvious reasons so it's gonna be a mess, I just wanted to share before I get rid of it ig)

First things first, there was no honour code among the Marauders.

They weren’t a cult. In fact, they were barely a criminal association. And they didn’t need that sort of bullshit to maintain the loyalty they had so naturally built throughout the years.

On that note, the year was 1976. It was a great year for the raspberries and the bears. These things come and go, you can’t control them. Sometimes winning is just about luck and circumstance. Or lack thereof. So that’s how it went. Raspberries, bears and a weird occurrence.

We’ll get to the occurrence relatively soon.

For an honour-code-free confederation, the Marauders had unspoken rules. They were unspoken solely because there had never been any need to state them. Breaking the rules was mostly a matter of shame and recognition of betrayal. A form of self-reproach.

This is the story of how James Potter established ten rules and simultaneously violated them.

Brace yourselves, it’s gonna be a rough ride.

[then, from "2. Never offer a helping hand to the fallen enemy"]

Now, by the power vested in me, let’s roll the dice and pick another random day to pry into. How exciting!

Here’s a nice one.

James was in the changing room. Again. You can’t complain now, you have been warned about the quidditch content.

[...]

“Fuck,” James raised his head and cocked it to the side when he couldn’t see the owner of that curse. “Who leaves brooms out here anyway?”

Regulus Black was just a head, floating by the door. The rest of his body was supposedly behind it.

James got mad. Why? There’s a plethora of reasons. Pick a number and draw one.

Regulus was the Seeker who had locked in the victory of his team, his family had nasty connections, he had stayed there, watching, as James' best friend got exasperated enough to decide to run away from home. Also, but this was a corollary, James had recently smiled at him, which was a bit of a violation of the non-existent honour code, and for some reason, he’d decided to blame him for it.

“They’re mine.”

“Well,” Regulus let himself in the room. “I tripped.”

James stood up and started buttoning his shirt. “That is your personal problem.”

Regulus’ gaze followed his hands. Then he scrunched up his eyebrows. “They were in the way.”

James smiled. Warning: this was allowed, because it was more of a smirk, but sugar-coated.

The substantial difference between the Black brothers was that Sirius carried his anger around as if it was everyone else’s problem to deal with, which made provoking him look like starting the fight. Thid relieved him from being at fault when assessing the consequences. Convenient.

Regulus’ anger looked mostly like rage, an introverted monster that you weren’t supposed to see. He wore it like shame, making him look a thousand times less fierce. Looking at him, James thought he could take him in a fight any day.

“They didn’t move. You tripped. It’s a shame you didn’t fall. Try again, you may be successful.”

Regulus drew in a sharp breath, then seemed to rethink it. “Just move them out of the way.”

“Why? They work wonderfully, Seekers trip over them.”

“Are you that pissed you lost?” he sneered, which caught James a little off guard. “Is this about that?”

“No, I just don’t like you.” James shrugged. “Why did you feel the need to come in and start to complain?”

“I wasn’t expecting to see anyone this late.”

“Surprise!”

Regulus glared at him, his eyes flicking back to the half-buttoned shirt, then up again. “You missed a button.”

“Thanks,” James puffed out a laugh. Mocking. Then he slowly unbuttoned the shirt.

Regulus took a deep breath, then looked around and went to retrieve James' tie from the ground. This is a trait the Black brothers shared: they were weird. Regulus offered him the tie, averting his eyes.

“Are you waiting for me?”

“No.”

“Then go?” James moved his head to catch his gaze. It was ice and wind and there was something magnetic about it that reminded him of an old muggle tale of a woman turning people in stone. McDonald’s? “You’re dismissed.”

Regulus shook his head and turned around briskly. “Fuck off,” he murmured and James laughed.

For those of you wondering: this too was allowed, it was all derisive.

Regulus Black was a quiescent rebellious act, a catastrophe waiting to happen, which was odd, because Sirius Black was more of an active volcano of rebellion, an apocalypse that had already turned everything into rubble. This was chronologically incorrect, all the hands of the clocks raised up in surrender. It made no sense.

And yet.

“I’m going nuts!” See? That was fascinating. James looked at him, beaming. He liked it, when Sirius started talking bollocks, it meant he had the green light to do it too, and there was no Remus who could stop them at that point.

“Why?”

“Ha! Why, he asks,” Sirius spread his arms and turned it into an opportunity to rest one arm on his shoulders, “We’re studying, Prongs.”

“Absolutely outrageous.” James slammed his book shut. Peter jumped and regained composure before Sirius could laugh at him.

He laughed anyway.

“I know, right?”

“I’m actually pretty concentrated for once,” Remus interjected, without looking up from his book. James could tell he knew he had lost any chance at studying the moment Sirius had decided it was over, but he admired the determination.

“That’s a very bad sign, you know.”

“Also, it’s been twenty minutes.” Remus ignored him.

“Too much,” James said.

“The moon is messing with his head again,” Sirius whispered, leaning in James’ personal space in a conspiratory way. “I know a spell.”

In his defence, Remus tried to show quick reflexes, but Sirius didn’t attack with his wand and chose to throw a blanket on him for dramatic effect. He then proceeded to dive on top of him. The moans and thuds from under the blanket weren’t exactly encouraging, but James figured if he could break his whole lot of bones every month, he could manage suffocating under their weight just fine and joined them.

“I CONQUERED THE SHIP,” he screamed, which wasn’t the best battle cry, but I doubt you could’ve come up with something better at sixteen and no prankster history, so shut up and let him be.

“For fuck’s sake,” came a muffled voice from beneath the blanket. Remus stuck his head out and breathed deeply, which was enough reassurance to convince Peter to jump on the pile of marauders. The last one nearly crushed Remus.

“Hi,” Sirius said softly, suggestively. That was a default setting of his.

Remus rolled his eyes. “Would you be so nice and let my lungs, I dunno, expand?”

Sirius turned his head to look at James, which was impressive from that angle. “I don’t know, would you say I’m nice?”

James feigned pondering. “Nice? Let me think about it.”

“Guys, c’mon,” Remus made a huge mistake by chuckling.

“Shh, he’s deliberating,” Peter intervened.

“James, can you deliberate on the couch?”

“Peter said to shut up, Moony,” Sirius smiled at him, freeing a hand from the bundle of limbs to comb Remus’ messy hair. James had no idea what the hell was going on with those two lately, his hair wasn't even that messy, he knew one thing or two about messy hair.

“You never listen to him.”

“But you should.”

James raised a finger and pointed it at Sirius. “No, he’s not nice, really.”

“Then it’s settled, we stay here.”

“Thank you, James,” Remus whispered, narrowing his eyes.

James shared a sly smile with Sirius, because some kind of undeniable lock clicked everytime that happened with him and it had a name and the name was unspeakable and that’s what made it so important. It happens, sometimes, to mapmakers: when they share every hiding spot, they sometimes share what they have to hide, too. And since that first glance on the train, James had known their souls were kins.

So that’s how it all ties back to the first point.

Regulus Black was a quiescent rebellious act, a catastrophe waiting to happen, which was odd, because Sirius Black was more of an active volcano of rebellion, an apocalypse that had already turned everything into rubble. This was chronologically incorrect, all the hands of the clocks raised up in surrender.

But thinking back, it makes a little sense.

The thing about rubble was that it was only superficially in plain sight. However, that wasn't the whole truth.

Rubble had layers. Ghosts of rooms so dark they had once been nightmares, and no matter how hard you tried to stick posters on their walls, they ate you alive. Layers meant the pieces of the story weren’t in order anymore, it meant you could listen to the voices of those ghosts, but you couldn’t quite rebuild the tale any more than you could rebuild those walls.

The thing about rubble was that it was as honest as it was tricky, that it talked in riddles and James was good at translating, but he couldn’t work wonders.

And that’s when Regulus Black became interesting. Because he was a picture of a place that didn’t exist anymore and it was obvious now why Sirius didn’t want anything to do with him. Maybe it was James’ job to put every piece together.

He’d already been glue when things got ugly with the marauders that past year, he could do that again.

For Sirius, he could do that a million other times.

[partnersincrimesuau]

★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ So, back in July... I mentioned I had a PIC-related gift to share with you all. This is what I was talking about. It's an official playlist that I have had SO much fun filling for the past TWO YEARS.

Yes, I started making this playlist in April 2021. I have waited a LONG time to finally release this to the world. Of course, I don't own a single song (I'm very not good at making music LOL) BUT!!! Every song has a relation to Partners In Crime in my head somehow.

Let me explain.

EVERY SONG in this playlist is in it for a reason. This may because of a SINGLE line, a SINGLE quote, a SINGLE strange reference. OR, it may fit the story SO well that it encapsulates the events of an entire scene, chapter, or heck, the ENTIRE comic. And yes, there are one or two songs I put in there that I listened to and went; "... oh my goodness. This is literally the entire comic. I can animate this." And I have not gotten around to animating them yet, because I do not have an iPad, but I WILL ABSOLUTELY BE MAKING SOME AMVs IN THE FUTURE. I GUARANTEE YOU.

NOT EVERY SONG in this playlist is entirely accurate to the story. What I mean by this; there are some songs, like I mentioned, that only relate to PIC through one line of dialogue. This may allude to the fact that the rest of the song has no correlation to PIC AT ALL. But of course...

I WILL NOT SAY WHICH SONGS RELATE THE MOST TO THE STORY. That is for you to discover yourselves. <333

The reason for the addition of the first song... is a bit of a long story. The short version of the story is this; on the 7th of November, 2020, I was listening to that song at a friend's house... and the idea of the comic came to me. Technically, Partners In Crime by Set It Off is the main reason this comic exists. Does this mean the entire story relates to the storyline of that song? I can confirm that while there are similarities, NO. My comic will not end the same way that the song does. If you haven't heard it before, I highly recommend it XDDD

I STILL UPDATE THIS PLAYLIST REGULARLY!!! If I hear a song that somehow relates to PIC, I will not hesitate to add it. So check in every so often to see if it's grown bigger!

YES, SOME OF THESE SONGS MAY SEEM VERY RANDOM. I can assure you that by the end of the comic, most of them will make a lot of sense contextually. Like I said, every song is in it for a reason. But for spoiler reasons, I won’t be sharing why some of these songs are there – some of them MAY imply future events. That’s all I’ll say ^^

YES, I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS!!! If anyone has a song recommendation for the playlist, I will review it myself and decide whether or not I will add it based on its relevance. Please note that I may turn some songs down, but I will appreciate each and every suggestion!!!

By making this public, I am allowing people to follow me on Spotify. I have a ton of other public playlists that you are free to peruse yourselves!!! Most are regular playlists, but there are some very goofy ones there too. I recommend my Ultimate Nerd Playlist (its like Russian Roulette but for your ears).

You may notice a few playlists titled “Works in Progress”. Those will be important later.

But yeah that’s about it!!! Feel free to look through the playlist, leave a heart on it if you like it, and follow me on Spotify to see what I listen to everyday XDDD

- Jinxy

[sweetmusingss]

"You are too hot but I can handle you just fine," I flirt with you, giving you a suggestive look before popping a grape into my mouth. I smooth out my dress, letting it ride up a bit and show off more of my thighs. I knew exactly what I was doing to you as I sat with my legs across your lap and that was precisely what I wanted. I wanted you to go back to the diner after our picnic and be unable to stop thinking about me. I wanted you to cave and ask me out on another date. "I have every intention of making you mine though," I say matter-of-factly. I smile sweetly at you before taking another bite of my sandwich.

Seb felt his entire face heat up at your suggestive words, not having been intimate or sexual with someone in so long and the thought of doing that with you gave him such intense butterflies. He swallowed thickly as he sees your dress ride up, averting his eyes quickly, always wanting to be a gentleman. He pops some more grapes into his mouth as you lay your legs over him, wondering if you knew exactly what you were doing or if you were just this enticing and alluring and seductive all the time. "Funny how just a week ago, I told you not to get a big head about calling me your friend... look where we ended up now." He chuckles, laying his hand gently on your leg, not wanting to overstep any boundaries with you just yet.

__

Frank was so completely distracted by the extravagance of the villa and the fact that the two of you had it all to yourselves that he didn't even notice there was only one bed. He was walking all around, taking in his surroundings. He definitely didn't feel worthy of this trip, feeling like pretending to date you wasn't enough to make up for being able to stay here for free. He read over the note before hearing what you said, slightly panicking inside. He was used to having his own space and he didn't always sleep the greatest. He was afraid of letting you see that but he also didn't want to throw a tantrum over sharing a bed when he was getting to stay here with you for free. "Oh.. I could always sleep on the floor," he suggested, knowing if only one of you got to sleep on the bed, it should be you, of course. "I mean, I've slept in worse places," he said, shrugging a bit. He would have suggested getting his own room but that seemed like too much of a risk and he doubted he'd find anything open last minute like this, anyways. He knew at a place like this, people booked months in advance. 

“On the floor? Don’t be ridiculous, Frank. I don’t mind sharing… but if it’s a problem for you, I can request a cot or something? We’ll just have to hide it if my parents ever come snooping around.” I had never shared a bed with Frank before. I shared with every other one of the guys but never Frank and I never noticed until now - I never saw him share a bed with anyone, not even Gerard. “I know you get cranky without a good night's sleep so the last thing I need is you being Mr. Grumpy Gills for the entire trip because you haven’t slept properly.” I giggle, walking out to the private pool area and taking it all in.

[italoniponic]

Hello!! I love your writing, could I request D H M N Z of the fluff alphabet for Jamil, Leona and Azul? I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, darling! E um olá para meus manos conterrâneos pelo site~ (vi que você é BR)

Wow. This took me some time but I loved thinking bit by bit of everything, especially bc we deal with some very deep stuff here (dreams, marriage, yk). And, as always, it was interesting to reflect how every one of them would think about these things and what they could want. Also, it was fun to search things to complement the “N - Nicknames” bc I got after the boys possible nationalities to have some options. No need to say that I stand for Italian Azul every day forever lmao

Thanks for the request <3 Sério, obrigada! |

Jamil Viper, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto x g!n reader / fluff alphabet / use of "you" pronouns

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Smoothie of Letters #3

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

If possible, a future where both of you are free to realize your dreams. Jamil finally freed from the status of servant of the Asim and you used enough to the whole new world around you to be with him and the friends you have made during all these years. You've been talking so much about free will and about Jamil having his own wishes that he ended up having these “selfish” dreams;

It would be nice to have a house of your own, no matter the size. Jamil has a lot of affection and appreciation for his hometown, Silk City, in the Land of Hot Sands. But it wouldn’t be bad to visit other places in the world with you. Seeing other cultures, learning new foods, dancing without worrying about overshadowing someone else. Living like yourselves;

Jamil never thought much about it, but because of the VDC and his passion for dancing, a musical or dance career wouldn’t be so absurd to think of. You support him 100% in this and his courage grows more and more when thinking about these prospects for the future. One day, Jamil will dedicate a song just for you and he hopes you will carry it in your heart for the rest of your days together.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Once Jamil Viper, always Jamil Viper. In fact, it took Jamil a certain amount of time to feel comfortable revealing the most basic things about himself, then talking about the deepest things and the memories he feels most ashamed of. It's a whole process based on trust, you understand that well;

But Jamil is not the type to keep bad secrets. It's just things he feels embarrassed about and thinks you won't like him anymore if you find out. And when you find out or Jamil swallows the pride to tell you, it's not a really big deal. Your reactions make him have more security to talk more about himself;

And having secrets can be bothersome, Jamil knows from experience. You'll never have to worry about Jamil throwing a surprise party for you, at least. He likes to work on honesty, especially because it saves time knowing what you like and dislike;

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Jamil never thought much about it. Not that his parents’ marriage is bad or anything to divert him from the idea. He just never thought about getting married or having a family, something of his own. One thing that is more about his future than the Asim family. But a future of yours and his? Jamil begins to think about it more and more;

It was a beautiful night when he proposed. You were visiting Silk City and Jamil prepared dinner for you in the apartment. You two could see the sky through the window and there were candles everywhere. He knelt down, took your hand and said: “My greatest desire is to be with you forever.”;

It was a semi-traditional wedding. Kalim offered — in fact, simply resolved — to bear the expenses, but let the two of you choose everything. Najma was your maid of honor. You received many gifts and in the end Jamil showed you a traditional fireworks show. It was all so magical!

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Dear” is a simple and formal nickname. As it’s less flamboyant than “darling,” Jamil prefers to call you that at times. It is sufficiently personal and proper for the beginning of your relationship;

“Ya amar” means “my moon” in Arabic. When you already know more things from Jamil’s life, he shifts between using your name, calling you “dear” and this beautiful nickname from his homeland. It is more used to compliment someone's appearance but Jamil likes the symbolism of the moon and how you are just as beautiful;

“Ya hayati” means “my life” in Arabic. Jamil uses this nickname after you get married. For him, this meaning contains a great weight but is not a burden. You are his life, the house he wants to belong to. Because the love you give Jamil is the greatest freedom and the best alliance he could ever want.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Being the servant of a wealthy family and the personal page of their heir, Jamil is used to doing everything for someone, even giving his own life. But for you? For you, he would face the phenomenal cosmic powers of the universe alone without fear. You, who deigned to pay attention to him and inspire him so many good things;

Jamil is willing to accept himself more and open up more, both for you to know him and for you to be free together. He could not keep the chains that bind him to a meaningless life for long;

Jamil is the type to make things work out behind the scenes, so you may not even know what he's working on himself or working out for you to be together. But when you find out — eventually — that's a zeal that you do together, because you would also do anything for him.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Leona was never one to worry about thinking about the future. Perhaps for all people have said to him in the past, dreaming of something great seems tiresome and useless. No one expects him to be the best at something. But now, there is someone;

For you, Leona manages to dream a little. Just the necessary, in his mind. You praise his talent in Magift so much that he almost thinks about being a pro player after graduating from school and getting a little out of his brother’s shadow. He could be called “King of Magift”, you suggested once;

No matter what your dreams are, Leona always says they are worth fighting for. He may not have much hope for himself, but he has all the confidence in you. So even if you live in the Royal Palace at some point, you can do whatever you want. And only suffering to those who complain about it like an annoying hornbill!

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Leona isn’t the most open person in the world, which doesn’t mean that he is full of secrets. There are, yes, things he would like to hide at all costs for the sake of pride or lack of ability to share. Leona talks about himself few times, although these little stories are already interesting in themselves;

Patience and persistence go together on the journey of knowing more about who Leona Kingscholar really is. You need to earn his trust, make him feel that you are a person in whom he can ask for solace and share his pains, memories and dreams. Whatever he wants;

And over time, you succeed. Very long indeed. Leona is as stubborn as he is direct about certain feelings. He’ll tell you some stories here and there, letting you fit the pieces of the puzzle. And other things you'll end up finding out for yourself — like, Ruggie will tell you about the day Lucius slept in Leona's belly and he just let it be.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

It is a duty of a prince to be prepared for any sort of marriage for political purposes for the well being of his country, that is a fact. And although Falena and his wife’s marriage was partially arranged, Leona knew they loved each other from the very beginning. It wouldn't be bad to wish for something like that either. “But am I worthy of it?,” that's what Leona's unconscious questions him;

Leona doesn't like to admit it but he planned his proposal for a while. It was a private meeting in a jungle region on the borders of Afterglow Savannah and in the middle of your river boat ride, Leona took out a gold ring and taking your hand, offered it to you: “The same way you say my kingdom is your heart, please reign in mine.”;

A royal wedding is majestic, no matter what your position is. It became practically a national holiday because the whole country stopped to watch you two get married. It was a wedding according to the customs of the kingdom, with a detailed but joyful ceremony. Perhaps one of the few formal things Leona really enjoyed, although he was happier when the ceremony ended. After all, he could finally kiss the love of his life and seal that commitment.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

For most of your pre-dating relationship, Leona has become accustomed to calling you “herbivore” in a pejorative way. Over time, your relationship changed and you knew Leona was serious about loving you when he called you by your first name. From time to time, he calls you “herbivore” but in a more affective tone;

“Ayanfe” in the Yoruba language (an Nigerian tribe) means “beloved”. Leona uses this nickname on very special occasions, this is because your name alone is already good enough for him. But to call you “beloved”? He hates to admit it, but he likes that sound. Since it is a neutral word, you can also call him that;

“Alade Ori Mi” is a neutral affective term in Yoruba that can be roughly translated as “owner of my crown”. Leona uses it in rare and specific situations after you get married, being more consolidated. For Leona, it is a term of quite importance and you can perceive it by the way he calls you, giving a beautiful and genuine smile.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

There were many things that were given to Leona without him striving for it and many more that he never received, even when he should and could. So it took him a long time to find the strength within himself to fight for you. After all, what could he do? It wasn't like he could take the sun in his hands and hand you over;

However, there comes a time when Leona wishes he could do it. And if this is impossible, he wants to repay you with small and big things. Without Leona fully realizing it, he is there running after you in the big desert of hardships that is life, doing his best to reach you. 'Cause you're his love and Leona doesn't want anyone to steal you from his hands;

Leona even once said that if it were necessary, he would give up the Crown for you. A life, a royal position of great importance, a palace, a kingdom of which he was already a part, all this is nothing if you are prevented from being next to him. You taught Leona that he can be the king himself and he would like to have you in this small and glorious kingdom.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Azul has always been a boy of many dreams since he was little. He has gone through so many ideas of professions until he finally found himself as a business administrator or anything that requires an understanding of economics — or food as well. But when Azul grew up, he decided that it wasn’t necessary to dream anymore because he would make all his goals come true. Therefore, expanding Mostro Lounge is one of his biggest goals;

But having you by his side during this journey, having your support and love would make everything easier. The tweels may be Azul’s right and left arm but you’re his heart. You make him dream of blazing and conquering the “Seven Economy Seas” and how you can be together in this as a power couple;

Having you as a business partner would really be a dream, something that Azul would not deny for nothing. Working together would be wonderful and you two would never have to choose between prioritizing your beloved or work. Wouldn't that be a explendid business?

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Azul Ashengrotto doesn't keep secrets just like crabs don't conduct orchestras — oh wait. Not that this will surprise you much. Azul needs time to trust you no matter the aspects of your relationship. Therefore, the exchange of information and secrets is much more than simply talking about himself without hiding anything;

More than patience, you need to be honest with him first. Make him understand that he can trust you and that his secrets are safe with you. Talking about yourself opens that door to Azul. Carefully, he rewards your secrets for his own and so you walk slowly;

There will always be something new about Azul for you to discover. There are things that you will guess about him and when your guesses are right, he can only disguise how well you are informing yourself about him. But you let Azul have his secrets from time to time, because when the time comes, he will tell you everything.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Azul perhaps doesn’t have the strongest opinions about marriage because of his parents’ divorce. It was a difficult time for everyone, including him. But, if his mother could find happiness again with his stepfather, that doesn't mean it's a bad deal. Be patient with Azul. At the right time, things will settle down;

In the future, Azul prepares a special dinner at Mostro Lounge — which is already a famous restaurant franchise at this time — and after delighting you with your favorite foods, dessert arrives. You were distracted by the beauty of the dessert and only then noticed that he was next to you, kneeling, with an oyster shell in his hand. Azul is more nervous than a cornered octopus, but he still finds the courage to say, “I swear by land and sea that my love is true and eternal.”;

You two discussed a lot about where the wedding venue would be until you came to the consensus that it would be on a ship in the middle of the sea. Apparently, a princess of the Coral Sea married in this way a long time ago. The Ashengrotto family and other merfolk guests were scattered across the sea and your friends were on the dry part of the ship. When your vows are over and you give your first married kiss, Azul takes you to the deck of the ship and you both take a potion to enter the sea. For you, it was to facilitate breathing in the sea and Azul returned to his true form, more confident about it after your support for all these years. He carries you in his arms and you jump into the water, where the party was just beginning.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“My pearl” is the first nickname Azul gives you. Simple and precious, expensive and beautiful, just like you. With this, Azul also hopes to give some gifts with pearls to you in the future. This is because it is a precious jewel especially among merfolk and for Azul, it is the symbol of his love for you;

“Darling” is a more common and formal nickname, for simple situations — that because the tweels were filling Azul’s patience because of the first nickname he gave you;

“Amore” is a stronger, important nickname. It means “love” and Azul heard his stepfather and his mother call each other that way several times. He intends to use this with you when you both are their age, but sometimes he lets slip from time to time so you know how important you are to him already.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Azul really took the time to float his boat about the idea that love is not simply an exchange of services. Or a fair exchange all the time. There are times when someone will have to sacrifice something for the one they love or there are obstacles about themselves that it is necessary to overcome or tolerate in the name of the greater good. This will not always be delivered on time, it will not always be the same way;

But there comes a time when there is nowhere else to run away and Azul arrives at what is usually the most distressing part of any contract: to accept or not. And he accepts;

Azul accepts that he needs to swallow fears and overcome childhood traumas properly. He will not be able to escape from the sea and his own true form forever, masking everything and burning evidence. You have forgiven him for several things, including his slippery behavior. So getting over things or doing something for you is a small price to pay.

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[gretavanfleetposts]

The Jake Incident || An Indecent Proposal AU

Author's Note ⭐: Just a little early Valentine’s treat for you all since I won’t be on tomorrow! This is the Jake Incident that is referred to in An Indecent Proposal. Basically, it takes place a year and a half before Indecent Proposal so feel free to read that first if you haven’t yet although this stands alone! Reader is the same. (Also, I edited this without my glasses on so I apologize for any mistakes) Tagging @gretasmokerising

Content Warnings: drinking, swearing, slight sexual content (18+ minors do not interact)

Pairing: Jake x f!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Drunken escapades, that’s what you and Jake were known best for when you found yourselves emptying a bottle together. It was always whiskey, too.

But these nights were tradition, after all. Once a month, you and Jake would venture to a local record store and each pick out two albums. Together you’d journey back to one of your places, cook dinner, drink, and work your way through all four albums. It was a great time to catch up on whatever you were missing in each other’s lives, if it had been a while since you’d spent any time together. But more importantly, it was a great excuse to get drunk and laugh with one of your best friends.

These nights were some of your favorites.

At the moment, you found yourself flipping through a row of records in the Country section. Not the current, drinking-beers-and-riding-tractors kind but the please-don’t-take-my-man kind. You already had a record that you knew Jake would hate in your hands and you were looking for something a bit easier for him to swallow.

From where you were standing halfway across the store, it looked as though Jake already had one album in his hand as well, an unusually fast choice for the guitarist who preferred to take his time and look through practically every record the store had. You had gotten an especially early start today to make sure he had time to look and enough time to make dinner. The previous month, you had had to order in at the last minute after Jake had stayed browsing until closing.

The two of you perused on opposite ends of the store, a testament to the venn diagram that was your shared music taste. They were separate circles.

Well, that was a bit unfair. You and Jake did in fact have some music taste in common. But you weren’t opposed to jamming out to Nick Jonas singing about caviar and pringles. Jake, on the other hand, very much was.

So there typically wasn’t much interaction until you both met at the register and even then, you’d keep your records a surprise until you made it home.

Tonight’s destination was Jake’s house, the cozier of the two options, and he had promised to make you his famous carbonara. Normally you would help but in all honesty, you were not the best cook. So you’d chop anything, wash anything, stir anything, but Jake did most of the heavy lifting while you drank.

“Can I help?” you’d ask.

“Yeah, you can sip on your drink and look pretty,” he’d say.

The two of you did love your tradition.

You stumbled upon it then, the perfect record to go with the first you had picked. You held it up in satisfaction before quickly dropping your hand behind your back when you noticed Jake looking. He was making binoculars with his hands, pretending to try and see which record you had picked before he was allowed. You giggled at his antics before sticking your tongue out at him.

With two records now in tow, you maneuvered the tight aisles of music back to where he was, still flipping through album after album. He always looked so focused when he was picking music, like he was deep in thought, with concentration twisting his features into a very brooding expression. It paired well with his whole look, honestly; his go-to black button-down (never fully buttoned, of course) tucked into worn jeans with a blue blazer over top and metal hanging on leather dangling from his neck, gracing his smooth, tanned chest. He looked like he belonged right where he stood. And he certainly did because he wasn’t the one with a habit of wading through a sea of vintage music only to pick out Fine Line on vinyl.

"I'm finished so you have to hurry it up," you said when you reached him, resisting the urge to study the record in his left hand.

"Get outta here, I'm almost done," he retorted, shooing you away.

The owner of the store, the large man usually working the register, had gotten familiar with you and Jake over the many months you had been going. He'd usually make small talk with you while you were waiting on Jake, purchase in hand. Today though, there wasn't much time for chit-chat as Jake had made his second choice just as quickly as the first, meeting you at the register right after you pulled your bag off the counter and stuffed the receipt inside. So soon enough, you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car, on your way back to his place.

—

You prepared drinks as Jake began cooking: Jack and Cokes, heavy on the Jack. At some point in the night, the drinks would turn into straight Jack Daniels sans the coke but it was still early and the two of you were still feigning decency.

You had yet to show each other the records you bought so for now, Crack-Up by Fleet Foxes spun on in the background, a fitting soundtrack for the cozy ambiance that was Jake's house. You let yourself twirl about the kitchen to Fool's Errand, ignoring the fact that you were definitely in Jake's way, while the drink in your hand began to warm your face.

"There's going to be a casualty if you're not careful," he said with a laugh as he paused what he was doing over the stove to grab your hips and sway with you, putting your arm over his shoulder, your drink still in your hand.

"I can't help it, I just feel twirly," you exclaimed as you fell into him ever so slightly, dizzy from your dancing.

The twirliness you felt was a product of the whiskey, sure, but also the dress you were wearing, something you had gotten specifically for the occasion. It had been a while since you'd seen Jake this time around and you'd wanted to look cute. So a week prior, you had gone to a little boutique which hardly carried your size, and picked out the cutest sundress they had, a black dress with puffy shoulders, a tight bodice flowing into a flowy skirt, and tiny red flowers all over it. And pockets, of course.

With his hands on your hips, he held you at arms length and gave you a slow once over.

"Hmm, this is new," he said with a smile on his face. There was a hint of something else there too but you couldn't quite place it.

"It is," you beamed. "Do you like it?"

Before he answered, he reached to his shoulder and took your glass from your hand, downing the rest of your drink for you and setting the empty glass on the only counter he could reach without moving too far. He let his hands wrap around your hips once again and he pulled you into him until your bodies were flush against one another. You'd never been quite this close before, close enough for his mouth to reach yours without much effort, and suddenly it was his close proximity that had you feeling dizzy.

"I love it," he whispered. And for a moment, his grip on your waist tightened and your heart rate picked up as you swore he looked like he was about to kiss you. But the sound of sizzling on the stove stopped him and he let go of your waist and turned to address the pan of pasta that was quickly darkening on the stove.

Any trace of seriousness that had been splayed across his face was gone as he took to his Oliver Reed accent to reprimand you for distracting him. "You've distracted me for the last time, sweetheart!"

He was throwing back his own drink now whilst trying to save dinner.

"Maybe you shouldn't cook drunk, Jake," you accused with dramatic pointedness, trying to shake off the encounter from just a moment ago. You couldn’t deny that you were close to the boys, maybe closer to one in particular, but lately, certain things between you and the boys had been happening: someone walking out of the shower in just a towel, waking up in someone’s arms after falling asleep on the floor. Maybe this was just one more incident to add to the list that didn’t really mean anything beyond friendship. Although the way you were currently hoping he would try again told you this probably wasn’t like those other times.

"First of all, do I look like fucking Jake to you? And second of all, I always cook drunk, love. That's what makes the cooking work." His gravely British accent always had an effect on you, despite the goofy things that came out of his mouth when he donned it. Well, maybe that was part of it too.

"Oh, my mistake." You rolled your eyes in his direction as you grabbed plates out of the cupboard before turning your attention back to both of your empty glasses and making yourselves another.

He was busy plating while you were eyeballing ratios but soon enough, you met in the living room together and the escapades from the kitchen were left behind.

Jake had set both of your plates of pasta on the coffee table along with both of your purchases from earlier in the day.

"It's your turn to go first," you remarked, setting down a drink at each plate and plopping down on the floor next to the coffee table, not bothering to fidget with your dress to make sure your thighs were fully covered as you folded yourself into a comfortable position, plate in hand.

He took his first record out of the bag and held it behind his back.

"Okay, this first one you're going to absolutely hate." He had a wide grin on his face and he laughed as you gave him a cheerless "yay" from where you sat like an audience member.

Without showing you the record, he turned to pull it from its sleeve and place it on the record player, carefully dropping the needle on the first song. You immediately recognized The Velvet Underground coming through the speakers, a band Jake had forced you to listen to many times before, and you audibly groaned.

"Eat your pasta and let me culture you."

He sat down on the floor next to you with his own plate of pasta in his hand, a plate that he hardly touched with his fork as he talked over every song, explaining to you why he loved each so much and pointing out all of the parts he wanted you to listen carefully to. Truthfully it made the album much more enjoyable.

But that was just the Jake experience. He could make anything more enjoyable; all of the things he was passionate about, it was hard not to fall in love with them too when you saw how they made his face light up, how much joy they brought him. And you could listen to him talk for hours about the things he loved. It was part of the reason these little nights you had together were so important to you. You felt like every time you got together, you learned new things about him. And it drew you in just a little bit more each time.

So you didn’t mind when he talked you through the entire album. You welcomed it, in fact, and you nodded along as you ate.

That was the tradition. Someone would go first, play a record, and then the other would play a record, back and forth taking turns. So when his album came to an end, it was your turn to pick one from your bag and play it.

He was eyeing you, you could tell as you stared into the bag and tried to decide which to play first. He wasn’t very drunk yet, although he was working on it with his drink in his hand, so you had to choose carefully. One was a bit less his taste, and by a bit less, you meant a lot less, but he was always more open to it when he had a significant amount of whiskey in him. So you decided to start with the safer of the two options, a Marty Robbins album that Jake would have no complaints over. In fact, he seemed pleasantly surprised as Big Iron crackled to life through the record player speakers.

Yes, waiting until he was less sober to break out the Montero album still sitting in your bag was the correct choice.

“Is my music taste finally rubbing off on you?”

You giggled at the thought of what was to come as you took your seat on the floor next to him again. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Kiszka.”

He laughed, probably guessing that the next album you had in store would be something he would like way less. “It’s fine, this is a win and I’ll take it.”

You sipped on your drink as the album played and Jake finished his pasta. You had far less commentary than he did but he didn’t try to fill the silence. He just listened with an appreciative ear. It was probably the quietest he’d be for the rest of the night.

“Kinda makes you want to swing dance,” he commented a little over halfway through the album as he finished his third (maybe fourth?) drink.

The bottle of whiskey now sat on the coffee table, although the diet coke was nowhere to be found, and you yourself were starting to feel the indiscretion that was emptying half of the bottle in your face and hands. Certainly in your entire body as well, if you were to stand up.

You would have agreed anyway, sober or not.

“It does make you want to swing dance,” you mused in agreement.

“Alright then,” he said, standing to his feet and once again donning his Oliver Reed persona. “Dance we shall,” he continued as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey with one hand and offered you his other.

It was much less a swing dance and more just the two of you passing the bottle of Jack Daniels back and forth, all the while spinning in aggressive circles hand-in-hand.

“Wow, we’re really good at this,” you commented sarcastically, unable to keep from laughing.

“Yes, we really are,” he responded, slightly out of breath but determined to play along.

You were fairly out of breath yourself. “Where did you learn to swing dance?”

“Your mum taught me,” he replied, the bottle of Jack against his lips.

It was his words combined with his serious demeanor that sent you into a fit of giggles as you plopped down onto the couch, exhausted from the dancing and the booze.

Jake moved to switch the records as Marty Robbins’ voice came to a slow finish. He pulled his second purchase from the bag, a White Stripes album you were actually familiar with, and placed it on the record player before he plopped down on the couch next to you.

He sat forward to set the bottle of whiskey down on the coffee table, then leaned back so his head met the cushion behind him before he turned his face towards you. You let your actions mirror his own and the two of you sat like that for a while, your eyes fixed on one another as the music played softly in the background.

You smiled at him before you spoke. "Can I have Jake back, please?" you asked in a whisper.

"What's wrong with Oliver Reed? You don’t like me, babe?"

A light laugh escaped your lips as you responded. "Oh no, I love Oliver Reed," you started. And then after a second of silence, “But I love Jake more.”

You could see a glimmer of pink flash across Jake’s cheeks at your words but he hid it well.

"Okay okay, hang on, I'll get the twat," he relented.

He made a show of turning away from you, as if he had to go and get Jake, before he turned back with a sleepy smile that had no hint of Oliver Reed and you laughed as you greeted Jake like it was the first you were seeing of him in a while.

"Oh hi," you smiled.

"Hey there," he responded, the warm smile still on his face.

"I missed you."

"Yeah I missed you too."

His head was still leaning back against the cushion as his eyes fixated on yours and again there was silence between you.

He let his eyes drop to your exposed thighs and his hand followed soon after, resting on the top of your leg close to your knee, far from where the hem of the dress fell.

"Have I mentioned I love this dress?" he asked, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on where his hand was now sitting, practically burning a hole through your skin.

You kept your soft smile from earlier despite the fact that all of the nerves in your body felt like they were on fire at his touch, the way it had felt earlier when you were sober and he had pulled you into him in the kitchen. "I think you might have but I don't mind hearing it again."

His hand traveled upward slowly, now passing the hem of the dress as he searched for more skin. And it seemed that the skin he was looking for was not that which was exposed by the dress. "I do, I fucking love this dress."

When his hand came close to the top of your thigh, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his palm near the space between your legs that now throbbed, he lifted his eyes to meet yours, and for the second time that night, he looked like he was about to kiss you. But this time, there were no disruptions.

Slowly he leaned in and as his face drew closer to yours, his eyes flickered between your lips and back up to meet your gaze. You weren’t entirely sure you were breathing because the only thing you could focus on was the closing distance between his lips and yours. But after what felt like an eternity of build up, his lips finally found you.

There was caution behind it, despite the electricity it sent through you. It was as if he was asking you a question. And you both knew the answer, that it would change things to continue down this road, possibly even ruin things between you (if you only had any idea how things would actually turn out, you wouldn't have been so hesitant). But more than anything, it was something you wanted in spite of all of the reasons not to.

He let his mouth leave yours but he kept his face close, with his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes shut tightly as though he were considering his next actions very carefully. Or perhaps trying to gauge your response through the way you had felt on his lips, the way you still lingered there. And then, seemingly making up his mind, he opened his eyes to meet yours as you still stared breathlessly at him, and he pressed his lips to yours again, this time with much more haste.

It was feverish as the floodgates opened and you melted into him, losing yourself in the taste of him on your tongue as you pushed your tongue eagerly past his lips. It felt like years of unspoken need were being met at his touch, like he was erasing everyone from your past as he pulled you into his lap and let his hands explore your body.

As one hand still gripped your thigh, he let the other travel up your back, tracing the deep neckline of your dress from a point on your spine up and over your shoulder until his fingertip was grazing the skin on your chest and sending a shudder through you.

Without any hesitation, your hands dropped to his belt, possibly moving a little faster than your drunken thoughts could, but your hands kept their pace, giving your mind no time to catch up. You didn’t want your thoughts to cloud this experience, to talk you out of it.

At the feeling of your hands working to undo his belt, propelling the situation ever forward, Jake suddenly shifted where he sat and lifted you from his lap, pushing you so your back rested against the fabric of the couch and he hovered on top of you.

His hands worked their way up under your dress and you sucked in a light gasp against his mouth as his fingertips grazed the lace of your panties before he quickly hooked them around the material and began sliding them down your legs.

If you had given yourself any time to stop and think, to process the situation unfolding at your fingers, you might have wondered how things had progressed so quickly. But there would be time to think later. Right now was just about Jake and the way he moved against you. That was what you were focusing on.

You moaned against his lips at the feeling of him pressed hard against your thigh. You were aching for him, desperately trying to free him from the confines of his jeans as he discarded your panties somewhere on the floor to be forgotten.

He pulled back slightly, giving your hands more room to work on his jeans, all the while he kept his eyes fixed on you and you did your best to not get distracted.

“The sounds you make are better than anything I could ever play,” he whispered.

If you hadn’t already been dripping for him, it would have been his words that had done it, more so than his hands or his lips or his body, and you abandoned your work on his jeans to pull him back into you, losing yourself in the way his hips grinded against yours as his tongue explored your mouth.

“So this is what you guys do when you hang out alone, huh.”

It was Sam’s voice that had you both crashing back down to this plane of existence, quickly separating and reaching to adjust clothing as you each frantically searched for where his voice had originated, trying to determine how much he had seen. Or could still see.

At the sound of Sam’s voice, Jake had quickly moved off of you and into an upright position on the couch, pulling a blanket from the corner behind you as he moved and haphazardly throwing it over you to help you cover up a bit as he tucked himself back into his jeans, not bothering to fix his belt. He looked angry. It was apparent in the glare he had already prepared on his face for when he stood and met his brother's eyes, trying to block Sam’s sight of you with his body.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sam?” You didn’t often hear him use such a stern tone of voice but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something for you.

“Oh relax,” Sam started. “It’s not like you haven’t walked in on me with someone before.”

It seemed Jake was at a momentary loss for words as he silently seethed at his brother because Sam had time to peer around Jake’s form and send you a wink before adding, “Although she didn’t hold a candle to you, pretty girl.”

You gave Sam a somewhat guilty smile from where you were huddled under the blanket, wondering if your panties were somewhere within his eyeline as Jake regained his footing and pointed with an outstretched arm towards the front door.

“Get out, Sam,” he all but yelled.

But Sam didn’t move.

“I need to borrow your Leonard Cohen record, I’m trying to prove a point to Josh.”

“Sam, I swear to god if you don’t get the fuck out-”

It was almost comical. In fact, for Sam it probably was comical. Hell, even you were trying to hold back an awkward laugh for fear of how Jake would take it. More than anything though, his presence seemed to solidify the drunken actions that had taken place. It was like him walking in had suddenly made it all real. And that was not so comical.

Sam just rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, jesus.”

As Sam turned back toward the direction he entered from, Jake stayed close behind, escorting him out to ensure that he actually left. You could have sworn you heard a ‘have fun, you two’ from Sam but your focus had now shifted and once the two of them were out of sight, you quickly glanced around, looking for your panties, hoping you’d find them, along with your dignity, before Jake returned.

It was the dizziness as you stood to further your search that reminded you of just how very not sober you were and your body swayed right as Jake reappeared, grabbing your arm just in time to steady you.

“Hey, careful, y/n.” He was moving close again, this time gripping your forearms in his hands to keep you from tipping over. “Are you good?” he asked, his eyes practically boring into you.

You found it difficult to meet his gaze, well past embarrassed by what had just happened, and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark room and hide from him. And he must have been able to feel the newly-formed awkward tension in the air because when he opened his mouth to speak, he quickly shut it and shifted his gaze to the ground.

And suddenly you felt bad. You felt bad for giving into your desires so easily, for putting him in the position of having to re-dress himself in front of his brother. And you especially felt bad for not kissing him again the second Sam had left. But it felt far too late to recover the situation and the only thing that made any sense to you in that moment was sleep.

“I should…” you began slowly, trying to swallow your confusion. What was he thinking? Was he just as panicked as you were?

“I should probably go,” you finally whispered.

“You’re drunk, you should stay,” Jake said, finally letting his eyes return to yours.

His eyes were glassy and he looked tired. Not just physically, either. He almost looked…frustrated. At you? At the situation? You had no idea.

You nodded at him in response. You were, in fact, drunk and the idea of taking an Uber home alone was not a welcome one.

“I’ll take the couch, you can sleep in my bed,” he offered in a low voice but you protested.

“I don’t want you to have to sleep on the couch, Jake.”

“It’s fine, really. I don’t mind.”

The idea of him crawling into bed with you was much more enticing than the thought of leaving him to sleep on the couch. But, not knowing where things now stood, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. Instead, you simply nodded again, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor so maybe you wouldn’t be so tempted to grab him by the shirt and pull him into his bedroom with you to finish what you had started.

So you crawled into his bed alone and woke up just the same, without him next to you. And surprisingly, as the two of you silently cleaned up the remnants of the night before from his living room, no one spoke an utterance of what had happened or what had almost happened. Maybe it truly was just another incident to add to the list.

Or so you thought, until a year and a half later.

[limitlessgojo]

Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help. 

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes. 

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him. 

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him). 

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts. 

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips. 

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip." 

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then." 

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public. 

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin. 

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him. 

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day. 

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn." 

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining. 

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this." 

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn. 

💜💜💜

You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband. 

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself. 

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him. 

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear. 

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head. 

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined. 

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes. 

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact. 

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly. 

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time. 

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it. 

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once. 

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there. 

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke. 

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit. 

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm. 

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut. 

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow. 

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up. 

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out. 

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms. 

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power. 

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside. 

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed. 

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep. 

🎇🎇🎇

The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn. 

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

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Hey there! I wasn't sure if this was something you're comfortable writing, so if not, feel free to skip! I couldn't find anything in your faq but I just wanted to make sure!

Can I request a reader who never really drinks getting a little tipsy after a particularly stressful day? Just acting kind of giggly and clingy to their s/o? Nothing dubious ofc just some fluff 🥰 for Diluc, Xiao and Kaeya?

^ This made me laugh. I am a LIGHTWEIGHT, so I tend to get drunk after like ... one beer - haha! Anyway - enjoy ;) 

Tipsy, Touchy

Warning -> flirty, touching, fluff, mentions of alcohol, and getting drunk

Includes: Diluc, Xiao, Kaeya

Character x GN Reader  |  Anthology

Diluc

He’s a bit shocked when you go beyond your normal one drink, in fact, he’s a little surprised at your demeanor in general - normally you only had a drink if the event warranted it, but today, you seemed to be throwing them back all on your own 

“Did something happen?” he asks you, his attention on the third glass you’ve begged him to pour. 

“Today,” you groan, your words already slurring a little, “was … not. good.” He can see the alcohol already making an impression on your skin. Your cheeks were flushed and you kept fussing with your hair, little strands making their own decisions as if in defiance of your touch. 

“Hmm, well don’t go overboard.” 

Once you reach your fourth drink, we gotta cut you off, too drunky. And worse, you were starting to get a little handsy with the people around you. You’d already given a few of the female patrons a hug goodbye, telling them you were the designated “send-off committee”

In fact, you were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself especially when it came to Diluc. When he forcibly switched you from wine to water you grabbed onto his arm, or tried to convince him to lean in close so you could share with him a secret - he wouldn’t 

You thought everything was funny, and he often caught you giggling to yourself or chuckling after the small conversation you and he shared 

He wasn’t really on board with your ostentatious behavior, but he did enjoy seeing you smile in the grandiose way you were - unreserved and relentless 

As the evening beings to slow and patrons leave the bar, you were trying to work out a thought in your head. It had been floating around for a while and you weren’t doing a good job keeping it off your face. 

“Hey,” you finally speak up. You wait to finish your thought until Diluc looks at you. He’s been gathering the final glasses from the tables so he takes a bit to react to you. “Come here.” You beckon, uneasily, with your finger for him to walk closer to you. 

When he does, you wave him down so his face is close to yours. 

“You.” You point your finger at him, “are my favorite person.” There is a smirk on your face and playful energy in your eyes. 

He scoffs at you and tries to retreat but you grab his face in your hands, “Wait. Wait. Diluc Ragnvindr ... “ he’s so close to you, his face, his eyelashes, his lips … it’s too much and in defeat you let him go, dropping your head in your hands. “Ugh, you are much too attractive for me right now.” 

“You are a lot of things right now.” You peek your eyes out from over your arms and see him rubbing the back of his neck, his head turned to the side. There is no doubt in your mind he is blushing. 

“You’re blushing!” you shout. The excitement of his reaction is too much to handle. 

“Shut up.” He tosses a towel your way and disappears into the back office. 

Diluc makes a mental note to not let you drink that much in public again, not only is he worried you might do something dumb, but he worries how he will keep his composure

Xiao

Xiao would have no idea what to do with alcohol. He doesn’t touch the stuff, so he wouldn’t really know the common behaviors of inebriated people 

He’d probably take whatever you were drinking and dump it out in front of you the drunker you became - he could barely handle normal humans, let alone a drunk one 

“What are you drinking anyway?” He looks at the bottle, turning it over in his hands. 

“I don’t know, I picked it up on the way out here.” You rub your hands over your face, the wine hasn’t fully hit you but you know with the amount you drank it’s only a matter of time. 

“Is it normal for humans to drink so much, all at once?” 

“Meh, maybe? Today was the worst though, so I’m giving myself permission.” 

It’s hard to tell if he would have any reaction to your tipsy behavior other than being exhausted by it

The way you laugh at things, that to him, aren’t funny or how you try to ask him really silly questions about things he wouldn’t know anything about 

Xiao is prickly, so you’d have to push through a lot of spikes to get to the gentle core he’s given you flashes of, so don’t get offended if he reacts to your clingy-ness in an irritating way 

He just doesn’t let people in very easily, and even though you two are together, and you’ve been physical before, this level of touch might be overstimulating for him 

You look at him from the floor of the inn. He is sitting on a pillow with his eyes closed. There were many nights you spent with him where you just fit yourselves into each other's space, like pieces of a puzzle nestled tightly together. He looked so regal, and you wondered how he would act if you poked at him. 

Carefully, you crawled your way over to him with wobbly limbs. When you got close enough you whispered his name. 

“Xiao…” He opened his eyes and is startled by how close your face is to him. His arms launched to his sides to steady himself as he leaned back away from your proximity. The reaction made you laugh.

“What?” 

“Nothing, I just wanted to get closer to you.” you desperately want to touch him: his cheeks, his forehead, his collarbone, his arms and hands, you wanted to touch them all. The alcohol emboldened you. You scoot closer to him, your sides practically touching, and, in an instant, you wrap your arms around his. The grip you have is possessive. 

He sighs but doesn’t push you away. So you tread onward. You slide behind him and wrap your arms around his chest, each of your legs on either side of him Rubbing your face against his back you breathe him in, he smells like rain after a thunderstorm. 

“I like you.” You place a kiss on his exposed shoulder before resting your cheek against him. 

It’s quiet for a time, all you hear is his beating heart and slow breaths. You don’t expect him to answer you, or say anything, you know he likes you by the way he lets you cling to him like this. That’s all you’ll ever need him to say. 

“Are you always going to be this clingy when you drink?” the question breaks the silence. 

“Mm, possibly, I don’t normally drink this much. Why.” You return his question with your own, slightly tilting his body to the side so you can strain your head to look at his face. 

“No reason.” Even in the dim lighting, you can see the blush on his face. 

Kaeya

Kaeya finds your behavior hilarious. He’d be so enamored with the way you were acting and amazed it happens with only a few drinks of alcohol in you

“You’re putting those away,” he’d muse over his own beverage. 

“Well,” you’d say as you empty yet another glass. “Today sucked! So i’m drowning my stress in sweet, sweet alcohol.” 

“Cheers to that!” 

When you laugh he melts, when you giggle he nearly passes out, and he’s having a hard time not fainting right now. Everything he says to you sends you into a fit of laughter and he just can’t stop himself - he’s obsessed with you and when he can see something new that he’s never noticed before he is filled with pride 

For instance, he didn’t know that when you laugh when drinking that you shield your eyes and nose and let out breathless laughter. He didn’t know that when you had several drinks you started to get louder and louder - which may have annoyed others, but he found it endearing

“... and after finishing the bottle he passed out for three whole days. And that is why our aloof bar owner doesn’t drink.” You can’t help but laugh, you’ve heard this story already but it makes you chuckle every single time. 

“Kaeya, how many times are you going to tell that story…” Diluc warns from behind the counter, his hands dangerously wrapped around the neck of a wine bottle. 

“Oh, come on. Look at how happy it’s made them.” 

“I’m cutting you both off.” 

“Hey!” Even with the cap on your drinking for the night, you couldn’t stifle your laughter. 

Normally, Kaeya is the overly touchy one. His hands cannot keep themselves from your tempting body. So when you cling to him he finds the action rather refreshing 

Wrapping your arms around his, leaning your head on his shoulder or digging it into his arm. Scooting closer to him, practically sitting on his lap, he finds it all a riot - don’t be shocked if he helps you into a comfortable position on or between his legs 

“Kaeya,” you look at him, your head bobbing around, your cheeks the color of pomegranates, and your hair falling out of place. 

“Yes, lovely?” He helps steady you, a possessive hand wrapping around your lower back and his other moving from your shoulder or lower arm, whichever one needs the most support. 

You giggle, and the sound pulls at his heart, “Do you know that you’re handsome? Like, really, really handsome.” 

“I’m glad you think so.” 

“No, listen, it’s kinda ridiculous how attractive you are. LIKE … WhO do you think you are with this face?? hmmM?” You wave your hand in front of him as if to drive home your point. You aren’t sure what answer you wanted from him, but his laughter seems satisfactory enough and you join in shortly after. 

He finds everything you do to be adorable, but multiplied by ten when you start drinking - he will always make sure you have a good time, and as long as you are safe and happy he will be there to join in on the fun