#i do not care about ur opinion n never asked for it

[kwop-kilawtley]

you can talk your shit about team Jacob people all you want but at least we’re not abiding by and happy with a racist, classist, oppressive, abusive narrative that kills off the main character under the guise of a “fairytale love story.” sorry but team edwards anti jacobs are fucking gullible 💀

[tiajk]

Being their sibling headcannons (Monster trio)

Characters included; Luffy, Zoro, & Sanji

Warnings; sibling love, fluff gn! reader

A/n; My sister just left to go back to college miss her already

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MONKEY D. LUFFY

Sibling realtionship; Twins

— He honestly needs a sibling to be there for him he has the crew yes but you being there is just different like his missing piece (not romantic)

— He will steal your food but if you try to steal his he’ll throw a big fit talking about how you have so much food already

— Garp was sick of both of you growing up you both relented going into the marines so he couldn’t stand it

— He gives his hat to you all the time you guys sorta share it but he has it most of the time

— The crew get tired of both of you sometimes sanji has to feed two overly eating people and he never catches a break

— he would protect you without a doubt

— you guys 100% have the same brain cell you hold it most of the time luffy rents it sometimes

— your his favorite out of all you guys siblings and ace and sabo know that

— he tries to steal your food and it turns into a whole rumble for some meat (nothing less of luffy)

— when he has nightmares he will go to ur room and ask you to hold him because he just wants his twin to be by him

— he doesn’t say i love you ask much as you think but he does say it in his sleep sometimes when you guys are around each other

— doesn’t care if you flirt with guys or girls or any person but will be mad if they take you away from him when he wants to spend sibling time together

​Ronoroa Zoro

Sibling dynamic; Big sibling little brother

— You would have to watch him all the time growing up because he would always go picking fight nd shit

— he doesn’t want to admit it but he wants you to tell him how proud you are of him and his strength

— def the little brother to hate when you give him affection but he loves it but will never admit it out loud

— doesn’t care what your doing but when it’s nap time he will leave his swords with you and get mad but get mad when he’s sleeping and you take the swords and put them to the side

— he doesn’t say i love you only says it when your seriously about to die (don’t tease him abt it he was actually worried)

— if you wear something that’s too revealing in his eyes he will 100% go “i’m telling mom that your wearing that” (bro what mom robin?) (it is robin)

— he’s always asking you for money like it’s worst that nami

— he’ll point his finger in your face and be like “i’m not touching you your face it touching me”

— doesn’t like when ur dating someone he’ll stalk you for sure if ur dating sanji he gets pissy but as long as your happy he’s happy

— he’ll protect you in battle if you need it and other way around but makes fun of you if you need his help in a unserious fight ofc

— do not show this man your outfits if you want his opinion he will just be like it looks the same

— he forces you to workout with him whether you want to or not

(he’s so fine me and u could eat him)

Vinsmoke Sanji

relationship dynamic: big brother little sibling

(i know his backstory but i haven’t got that far so we’re js gonna act like it’s you two for rn)

— when you guys were on the rock with zeff he gave you majority of the food

— makes you his personal taste tester for anything gives you stuff before the ladies

— he doesn’t like when people try to date you because he just wants you to be treated right if you date zoro he’ll be mad but he knows zoro will do anything to protect you

— he likes when you guys cook together it’s a personal connection for both of you

— type of brother to say he’s gonna kill a bug but makes you kill it

— he gives you his money but the second you mention it he won’t give you anymore (he does)

— he loves hugging you that’s all he does he just wants you to know how much he loves you

— says i love you almost everyday he wants to make sure you know your self worth

— if y’all got them same curly brows and you wear urs with pride your gonna make him do the same

— zeff makes sanji promises he’ll take care of you

— try’s to stop smoking for you but always go back to his ways you make jokes all the time about it

— if you wanna sneak out he’ll cover you but then make you do something in return for it

[worldlxvlys]

Chris fucking the attitude outta you

THICC BLACK GF QUEEN ( me )

Like if u want details !!

The D is fire 🔥🔥

oh he’s def ass grabbing spanking whatever ( if ur comfortable )

Def choking while he’s doing it !!

Literally has no intention of stopping even when ur like pushing his hand away ( IF U WANNA USE A SAFE WORD FEEL FREE BUT UP TO YOU )

Location?? Bathroom sink😛😛

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chris sturniolo x black! reader

warnings: c’mon. it’s smut. p in v, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, squirting, cream pie, overstimulation, thigh fucking

a/n: happy bhm, hope you likeee <33

i look good.

i stared at myself in the mirror, admiring my features.

i wore a tight baby pink dress that ended right below my ass. it hugged my body perfectly and showed off my thick thighs.

chris hated when i wore this dress in public, but i love it.

of course, he’s never actually vocalized his opinion on it.

probably because he knows it won’t stop me.

while it does leave little to the imagination, it makes me feel confident.

and it always leads to earth-shattering sex.

while i continued to stare at myself, i heard chris walk up behind me.

“you look so fucking perfect ma, holy shit” he said as he looked me up and down.

his gaze stopped at my hair, staring at the curls.

“you missed one” he said as he gently lifted up a piece of my hair, showing me the twist i somehow managed not to get to.

“can you do it for me? the ones in the back are a bitch to untwist”

“of course, baby. and don’t worry, i’ll be gentle” he said, knowing how careful i was with my hair.

“thanks” i said as he slowly and gently unwound the two strands of hair.

he held it up when he finished, pointing to the end, “ look at how cute the ends are” he said with a grin on his face.

i stared at him through the mirror, lightly shaking my head at him with a smile.

his hands found their way onto my hips. he moved one hand down towards my thighs, while the other wrapped around my stomach.

“you sure you wanna wear this dress?” he whispered into my ear, making chills run down my body.

his tone of voice was completely different than what it had been not even two minutes ago. he glared at me in the mirror, as though he was daring me to test him.

i stared right back at him, smirking slightly “yup” i said.

“ ok, baby. how about i give you a little accessory ?” my eyebrows furrowed at this.

accessory? what is he talking about ?

“yeah, baby. i think my cum dripping down your leg would really make the whole look come together. don’t you think ?”

oh.

his words traveled straight to my core as i squeezed my thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction.

he chuckled at that, “you like that, huh ?” he placed a kiss on my neck and brought his hand to my thighs, lightly slapping them.

“open up, pretty girl” i obliged, separating my thighs for him.

he put his hand between my legs, pushing his hand into my panties.

“fuck, chris” i sighed out, reaching forward to hold onto the sink.

he pushed the dress up to my waist, giving himself better access.

“god, look at that ass” he whispered, striking it with the palm of his hand.

i moaned at the feeling, making chris look at me through the mirror again.

“feel good, baby?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my folds.

“fuck yes, chris” i moaned out.

“pull down the top for me, baby. wanna see those pretty tits”

i pulled down the straps of my dress and tugged the top down far enough to expose my bra.

it was light purple, one of his favorite colors to see against my dark skin.

“fuck, you trying to kill me ma?” he asked as his free hand immediately went to cup my tits through my bra.

without warning, he moved his fingers up and down my folds. they were moving fast.

“chris!” i screamed out in surprise, gripping onto the sink tighter.

he quickly unclasped my bra, throwing it to the side and moving his hand to my throat.

he lightly squeezed my neck while looking at me in the mirror.

“this what you were thinking about when you put on this dress, baby?”

i let out a strangled moan in response.

“is that what you love so much about it, ma?”

he sped up his fingers, making sure to graze my clit with each upward motion.

“shit, chris! i’m gonna-” he stopped moving his hand before i could finish, making me whine.

“why’d you stop?” i breathed out.

he quickly took off his pants and boxers. “enjoy it while you can, cause i promise i won’t be stopping again anytime soon”

he lightly pushed my back, bending me over the sink.

tugging my panties down, he gripped my ass with his large hands.

he guided his dick to my folds, lathering it in my wetness.

i squeezed my thighs together in response, making him groan out.

“fuck. love your thighs, so smooth” he ran his hands along my skin. “so soft” he moaned as he continued to fuck my thighs.

“feel so good around me” his head fell back, eyes closed as he continued to rut his cock between my thighs.

his dick rubbed against my pussy, making me clench around nothing.

without warning, he pushed himself inside of me.

a string of curses fell out of both of our mouths as he filled me up.

he began to move, snapping his hips into mine.

he let out a long groan “always so fucking tight, ma. jesus christ”

my pussy hugged his thick cock, and the suction-like grip made an obnoxious squelching sound.

“shittt chris” i whined as he stretched me out, the pain quickly turning into pleasure.

“faster, please chris!” i moaned out.

he sped his hips up, pounding into me rapidly.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” i moaned, my voice shaking every time our hips met.

“god, i love watching your tits bounce” he groaned as he squeezed them.

my eyebrows furrowed as i felt my orgasm approaching.

“c’mon baby, i know you’re close. give it to me”

“chris! i’m cumming!” i screamed out as i released on his cock.

his pace never slowed as he continued to drill into me.

he gripped onto my dress that was now bunched up at my waist, using it as leverage as he continued his movements.

“fuck, chris. feels so so good” i moaned out, barely able to get anything out above a whisper.

“look so good like this ma. fuck, i’m gonna cum” he groaned.

“yes! please, please fill me up” with that, he shot his load inside of me.

after a few thrusts, his pace slowed.

“fuck yourself on my cock”

my eyes widened, “what? chris i’m too sens-” he slapped my ass, making my body lurch forward.

“you wanted to wear the dress so i’d fuck you, right ?” i nodded.

he slapped my ass again, making me moan out. “start moving, baby”

i did as he said, pushing my hips back into his. i looked back, watching his dick disappear into me.

the sight of our pleasure covering his cock while i fucked myself on it turned me on even more, fueling me to move faster.

i rolled my hips into his, push them against him quickly.

“fuckkkk yes, that feels so good baby” he groaned as his eyes rolled back.

“yeah? you like it when i use you like this?” i asked as i felt another orgasm coming on.

before i knew it, i felt chris’s hot cum inside of me again.

the feeling of him dripping down my thighs sent me tumbling over the edge.

his thrusts slowed down slightly as he opted for deep, hard thrusts.

“holy s-shit, chris” i cried out as my back arched.

“so fucking good, how are you real?” he mumbled.

he started to get impatient and sped up his thrusts again.

my mouth hung open and all i could do was sob at this point.

i reached behind me, trying to get him to stop somehow.

he brought my arm back to the sink, placing his hands on top of mine.

“something you wanted to say?” he asked. i shook my head in response.

“no? then be a good girl and take it”

he moved his hands, still holding mine, and guiding them to my boobs.

“ you’re doing so good, baby. you almost there ?”

too tired to speak, i nodded my head in response.

“yeah? come with me, baby. let it all out” he whispered into my ear.

this time, my juices shot out of me, making him pull out and rub himself against my ass.

he came with a loud groan of my name, spilling his seed onto my lower back.

i stood up straight after a little while, stretching my limbs out.

i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, taking in my sweat-covered face.

fuck. so much for that twist-out.

“so, you ready to go?” he asked.

i stood there, looking at him crazily.

“what?” he asked, obviously confused.

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ahhh hope you like this 🙈

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[prettyboykatsuki]

oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."

[007reid]

u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg 😭 u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!

spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove

essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3

(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)

i am never ever Normal abt this guy 😞 i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa

hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and let’s loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.

pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!

soup. spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k

you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.

there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.

it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.

you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.

except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.

"y/n? y/n!"

now, it is very probable that the voice isn’t actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reid’s voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencer’s voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell he’d cast on you (him simply saying two words) he’s managed to melt away your headache, because he didn’t. you still feel like shit.

“y/n?”

you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you could’ve screamed.

you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.

“spencer?” you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencer’s there, looking like heaven’s finest angel, smiling at you like he’s smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like they’re the love of his life. you sort of hate it.

“hi y/n,” he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. “i—“

“what are you doing here?” you’re too impatient to wait, still in shock.

now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, you’re not eager cleaning up the consequences. it’s an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually it’s a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? it’s ridiculous.

your defense is completely solid, you’d say. your number one defense is you can’t help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone who’s soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.

spencer doesn’t like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, you’re proud to be spencer’s little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and what’s a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.

it’s not something you’re proud of, however. you know it’s a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an ‘it is what it is.’ spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesn’t have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencer’s trouble, definitely trouble, but it’s hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when he’s rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.

spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. “you didn’t come into work and you didn’t answer your phone,” he explains. “emily told me to go check on you.”

you nod. he’s here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. “i’ll head in the office now,” you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. “sorry—“

“no you’re not,” spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the action—has spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?—but knowing that doesn’t help the heat that spread up your cheeks that’s definitely not from the sickness. “you’re burning up,” he says. “i’ll get you some water. you should clean up,” he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.

you take advantage of the time that spencer’s not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except he’s by your desk, hands on a book.

typical.

he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child who’s been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit it’s a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.

“you like toni morrison?”

“i love toni morrison,” spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. “especially her masterwork, beloved,” he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"

“you bought me soup?” you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.

“it's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, it’s the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...i’ll be right back…” and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencer’s always right but mostly because your legs feel like they’re going to give out.

spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.

spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.

yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.

"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."

you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.

spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.

to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.

the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.

"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.

"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.

"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"

spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.

“i can’t miss anymore days spencer, and i won’t,” you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like it’s your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. “i’m not too sick, either, it’ll be useless for me to stay home—“

spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.

“you’re burning up,” he announces. “means your sick. you’re not coming in today, y/n.”

“says who?” you say defensively, feeling a bit like you’re loosing.

“says me,” spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. “who’s a doctor.”

you scoff. “so now you’re an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?”

“i have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,” spencer quips and you didn’t even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?

“whatever,” you grumble, sounding a lot like someone who’s just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a “thanks” under your breath.

spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. you’re talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."

“fine,” you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. “little cold, actually.”

“it's the chills from your fever,” spencer informs you. “i…” he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. “do you need anything else?”

“no spence,” you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. “you’ve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.”

spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure she’s ok. leave. he’s done the past two steps. it’s time he completes his mission.

but…

“are you sure?” he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.

you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.

whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."

"you do that."

"remember to drink water."

"i will."

"do you need me to bring you more?"

"i'm okay."

"okay."

"okay."

the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.

you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.

"are you sure?"

i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."

"you have medicine right?"

you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.

"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."

"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."

"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."

"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.

he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.

maybe another day.

a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short 😓😓but i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3

[luvzshy]

See ur post that your writing about Billie again so only right I request 🫣 could you do the opposite style thing and their relationship gets hated on❤️

a/n: i CANT help it but make everything SO romantic ugh but enjoy my love!!🩷🩷

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Beautifully Broken

The rain fell softly over London, creating a rhythmic symphony against the cobblestones as you walked side by side with Billie Eilish. The city felt alive, its vibrant energy buzzing with the eclectic mix of cultures and stories that seemed to pulse through every alleyway. You loved the thrill of being here, but the looming cloud of public scrutiny cast a shadow over your heart.

Billie was a force of nature—her dark, oversized hoodie, ripped jeans, and cascading green-and-black hair made her a living canvas of rebellion. She embodied everything fierce and raw, while you were the embodiment of elegance, your tailored coat hugging your frame perfectly, your hair styled to perfection. Together, you formed an unexpected duet that turned heads, but not always for the right reasons.

As you meandered through the bustling streets, tourists and locals alike turned their heads, some with admiration, others with disdain. “She’s too polished for Billie,” a woman whispered to her friend as you passed, their laughter trailing behind you like a taunt. “What does she even see in her?”

Your stomach twisted at the words, and you instinctively pulled your coat tighter around you, as if shielding yourself from their judgment. Billie noticed your change in demeanor and stopped, turning to you with a mix of concern and defiance etched across her face.

“Hey,” she said, reaching for your hand. “Ignore them. They don’t know anything about us.” Her grip was firm, but you could sense the underlying frustration in her tone.

“It’s just hard sometimes,” you admitted, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I feel like I’m just this… delicate flower in your storm. Like I’m not enough.” The weight of their opinions hung heavy on your shoulders, threatening to crush your spirit.

Billie’s expression softened as she stepped closer, her gray-blue eyes searching yours for understanding. “You’re not just some pretty face, okay? You’re so much more than that. You keep me grounded.” She brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch sending shivers down your spine. “I’m the one who’s lucky to have you. You bring a sense of calm that I never knew I needed.”

The sincerity in her words broke through the haze of doubt clouding your mind. “But they see me as this outsider, like I don’t belong in your world,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then let them think that,” she replied, her tone fierce and unwavering. “I don’t care what they say. You belong with me, and that’s all that matters.”

As the rain continued to fall, you felt a warmth radiating from Billie, a shield against the cold judgment of the world. “You make it sound so easy,” you said, a small smile breaking through your worries. “But it’s hard when all you see is the criticism.”

Billie let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We’re both beautifully broken, and that’s what makes us perfect for each other. I’m a chaotic mess half the time, and you—you’re like a beautiful work of art.”

You leaned into her, feeling the comfort of her presence envelop you like a warm embrace. “You really think so?” you asked, your heart swelling at the thought.

“Absolutely,” she said, sincerity etched across her features. “You balance me out. You remind me to breathe, to slow down. In a world that constantly tries to tear us apart, we’re stronger together.”

With her words echoing in your mind, you felt the tension in your chest begin to dissipate. You leaned in closer, your forehead resting against hers, letting the world around you fade into the background. “I just wish people could see that,” you murmured, your breath mingling with the cold air.

“Who cares what they think?” Billie said, her voice fierce and protective. “Let them talk. We know the truth. We’re in this together, and no one can take that away from us.”

As you stood there, surrounded by the rain-soaked streets of London, you felt a renewed sense of strength wash over you. It didn’t matter what the world said; your love for Billie was a force all its own. You shared a kiss that felt electric, a connection that transcended the noise outside, sealing the promise that no matter what, you would always stand by her side, beautifully broken and unbreakably strong together.

[rockstarslutt]

nsfw alphabet for james pls ?? i loves ur dave one ☺️☺️

Hey!!! I love nsfw alphabets and I obv also love James so I really hope I didn’t fuck up and made it good. Ty for the request and sorry I responded so late.

Also I decided to make it in the 90s era cuz that’s the hottest.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Because he’s extremely rough he would literally wreck your body, but he also loves you very much and needs to take care of you afterwards. He’d carry your bridal style to the shower and get in with you, cleaning you and worshipping your body.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs)

James is a tits guy and don’t tell me otherwise. Big or small he loves them. He loves seeing them bounce while he’s ramming into you, or grabbing them out of nowhere. And even sucking on them!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Being a tits lover, he’d pull out and cum all over your chest. If he’s giving you backshots, he’d pull out, flip you and cum all over them. Even better if he’s fucking your head.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

James carries a Polaroid of your tits in his wallet🤭

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If it’s in the early 80s he’s pretty much just searching for his own high, but in the late 80s and later he’s fucking you like he owns your body. He knows what you like and where you like it and will torture you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves seeing you ride him. He has a bottom view of your boobs and even if you’re on top, he still has control over you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s all the way serious. He’s focused on you and you only. Your high, his high. That’s it. If you ask him 2+2 he’d say 6.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

James is a hairy guy, but not too hairy. The sexy kind. He’d never shave completely because he thinks it feels weird, so he only grooms a bit of it gets uncomfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Only on special occasions he’ll be romantic and loving. The other times he would fuck you like he hates you. But you like it so there’s nothing to complain about.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

James jerks off a lot. He can’t control his hormones so he just jerks off when he can’t fuck you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink. He always talks about getting you pregnant. He points out how good you’ll look with a belly. You think it’s just a thought that turns him on… or is it something more?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, couch, table, car, studio, pool. You name it. If it exists, he’ll fuck you in it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talking. He loves when you guys are flirting, even though you’re together. Flirting just makes his dick throb.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being the possessive guy he is, he’s the biggest threesome hater. He’d never share you with no one. Not even his band mates. He wants you all to himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He adores eating you out. He thinks you taste amazing and hearing the little moans and whines makes him so horny. He’d slurp your juices like the thirsty man he was. But he loves receiving too. He’s fuck your head like you’re some kind of pillow while you gag around him (that’ll be fine).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As I mentioned before, he’s fucking you fast. It doesn’t matter how many times he cums. He needs you to literally writhe beneath him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of quickies. He likes some good, long sex. He’s not finished until he’s tired, so quickies are not his favourite.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

James is very risky. Fingering you under he table is the least he’d to. He’d make you sit on his lap while he grinds against your heat.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about 10 orgasms, that’s for sure. Cum doesn’t stop him from fucking you. He needs that satisfaction that he ducked his girl rough and hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He rarely uses them on you. Only when he’s in the mood to destroy you. He’d overstimulate you with a vibrator against your clit while he fucks your pussy, and with a plug in the ass.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

James doesn’t have the patience to tease you. He wants you then and there, and he’ll fuck you with no hesitation.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More than low grunts and growls he’d only whisper dirty shit in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets turned on when he sees you eating ice cream or licking a lollipop.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid 7 inches. Maybe 7.5 when he’s hard. He thick and has big and heavy balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sex drive is very high. Like insane. All he thinks about it sex. He’s also hella horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not until you fall asleep. He also loves watching you sleep, hearing the breaths and your heartbeat while your chest rises and falls.

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[sharkorok]

yeonjun w/ an inexperienced s.o

a/n: yooo the legendary yeonjun pic :P, anyways i decided to just follow the oldest member pattern I hope that’s ok anonnie :>

requested: yes!! thank uuu

tw/genre: cursing, fluff, campus au ig(?), fboi yeonjun kinda not really, insecurities so like minimal angst I suppose, tell me if I missed anything :]

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-ok so yeonjun. practically everyone has had a crush on him at least two times in their life

-you’ve heard of his charms and smooth-talking and thanked god every day he’s never talked to you because PHEW you had no idea how to respond to that holy moly

-ok once again we are at a party and yeonjun sees you and thinks ur super duper pretty and he’s like “omg isn’t that the person who made someone cry because they responded to ‘i love you’ w thanks?”

-and that only happened because you didn’t know to respond with “i love you too” or “aww thanks” so whateves but you’re pretty notorious for being clumsy with relationships and avoiding getting into them

-so he walks up to you and is like “hey” w rizz and he finds your awkwardness both endearing and refreshing

-the crowd he hangs around with are familiar with sucking up to people or being charming, being automatically magnetic, and in the nicest way possible you weren’t really like that

-but you two become friends and date congrats

-he thinks you’re the cutest ever like genuinely

-maybe it’s the virgo in him but he likes teaching you things or at least helping you through them

-like your first proper kiss or make out or whatever, he walks you through it without making it awkward or patronizing and you appreciate that

-he’s very open about your relationship, he wants you to know he doesn’t care if anyone has nasty opinions on the two of you, he’s proud to show you off

-lowk tho i do feel like he gets insecure if you don’t express your love or affection for him but he also understands so he’s super conflicted and aghhh

-but then ur friend is like “what about gift giving or expressing love in your own way?” and ur like “omg ur so right?”

-and so everyday you write sticky notes or little letters reminding him of all the reasons why you love him, or you do tiny acts and you explain “until I get more comfortable I want to show you I love you in my own way” and he cries

-like he actually cries it was kinda awkward but sweet at the same time, he really appreciates you making an effort for him

-so after that he really cherishes ur little expressions of love :) and then gets pissed if anyone says u don’t treat him right

-because nuh uh yes u do, in ur own way

-likes to fluster you on purpose though, thinks you look cutest when you’re flustered and confused

-he won’t make fun of you but he’ll tease you for sure (if ur ok with it), but he always somehow compliments you too??

-“how can someone as gorgeous as you be so inexperienced with relationships?” and ur not sure whether you feel called out or flattered

-takes you on lots and lots of dates so you can experience what it’s like having a nice boyfriend who’s good to you! he’ll make sure this relationship will be the standard and more for any future partners u have.

-(not like you’ll have anyone else you’re too in love w him)

-never misses a beat with you, because he’s so good at conversation and being a flirt it doesn’t matter if you can’t reciprocate cuz he’ll just carry the convo lol

-“uhhh thanks for the flowers yeonjun :]” i love u too.” “yo whaaaat” and he just winks and kisses ur cheek

-what a weird couple, anyways

-he likes to push you a little bit, not really for your relationship but because it’s amusing

-like if you want physical affection but feel too shy to ask for it he’ll play dumb until you get all pouty and sulky

-“please give me a kiss oh my god jun” “shshsh I’m sorry I was joking!!”

-one time at a party this girl was hardcore flirting with yeonjun and talking about how she LOVESSS pda and how she’s SOOO EXPERIENCED and how she knows how to treat a man and she’s doing this all in front of you, rlly testing your patience

-yeonjun just rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand that’s loosely being held in his, but before he knows it you dragged him by the collar to give him a kiss

-if love isn’t ur fuel for confidence, jealousy and spite sure is

-“good thing I have a partner who treats me perfectly,” yeonjun says after you do your little smooch n she’s so pissed ur giggling

-yeonjun always is like “You don’t have to,” or “take your time,” and “only if you want to, ok?”

-so you don’t have to worry about meeting his expectations, the only way to disappoint is if you don’t feel comfortable enough setting boundaries and then he’s disappointed in the both of you

-makes u feel like the safest ever but also so flustered and giddy

-ok bye I’m devastated why r u so cute in these

[dreamywriter143]

Hey bby🥰

I saw how u are open to doing other characters as well (I love all ur Neteyam Fics btw😍) I was wondering if I could request a pervao’nung x reader? I liked how he was in ur first smut fic scorching heat!

It can be a oneshot or an imagine. Up to u! And take ur time!

Creepin’

Status: Request by Anon

Parings: Ao’nung x Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, NSFW/MDNI, Suggestive Content, PervAo'nung. Mentions of drinking.

Summary: Ao’nung always disappears at the same time every day. It has come to the point where it catches the attention of his close friends. The question is where does he go to? More specifically, who does he go to?

Word Count: 2.1k

*Still under some construction, excuse any mistakes! I’ll be fixing them soon!!*

A/N: Thank you for your request Anon! My first Ao’nung fic! I’m so happy! I don’t get many Ao’nung fic requests so I kinda had to dig this one up. I have so many other requests and I’ll try to get to them! I’m sorry if it’s taking long. Thank you all for your patience!

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“Ao’nung! Heading off already?” Rotxo calls the boy back as he attempts to leave the group unnoticed.

Ao’nung curses himself for not being extra careful as he turns back to the group. After a day filled with chores and training the group had decided to hangout near the beach. Each of them sitting on a part of the large log is as they converse about the day while leisurely drinking the sweet floral drink Ao’nung had provided.

A part of him hoped they would be so into their conversation and drinking that he would be able to slip away without gaining any attention. Boy was he wrong.

“Out, there is some things I need to take care of” Ao’nung claims shrugging it off as if it was not a big deal. Neteyam raises a questioning eyebrow setting his cup delicately on the sand below.

“No-no. You don’t have anything else to do today-and this isn’t the first time. You always disappear around this time….what do you do?” Neteyam asks in a curious tone. The group all hum in agreement as Ao’nung curses the eldest son for being so observant.

“Nowhere, you’re imagining it. I'm just going for a walk that's all!” he lies easily. If they knew where he always ran off to, who he ran off to, Ao’nung knew he would never live it down. Especially since what he was ‘doing’ could be seen as…perverse.

For a while now Ao’nung would run off into the night at the specific time because he knew this is the exact time a certain someone would slip off to take a well needed bath.

It all happened one day when Ao’nung went to venture off on his own to clear his head. After a heated argument with his sister regarding Lo’ak and how he hated the amount of PDA they displayed, Tsireya accused him of being too uptight. Too strict. Oh boy would she eat those words.

During his late night walk he stumbled across a small pond, secluded and deep within the trees. It was hidden away from view, a treasure left untouched. At least that's what it looked like upon first glance.

He didn't intend to venture deep into the trees to investigate as he heard the sweet sound of someone humming a quiet tune. But something deep within him caused him to step closer, all while concealing his presence. And he thanked Eywa he did, there stood Y/n. His long term crush.

Y/n was the daughter of Sye’ha, the songstress of the clan. Y/n’s mother had a beautiful voice, relaying their stories and prayers to Ewya through songs and passages. Y/n was also gifted with a great voice, but in Ao’nung’s opinion, it was better. He remembered the first time he heard her sing, it was many years ago which started his one sided infatuation.

She was magnificent, her voice entranced the entire clan as they surrounded her, Ao’nung included. The way she swayed to the song made her seem that much more alluring. Her curves gilded with ease to the beat, putting Ao’nung in a daze he has yet to snap out of. She looked tempting.

When Ao’nung decided to come back the next day he was rewarded with the sight again as Y/n swam in the warm water with ease. After many more sessions he had her schedule memorized to the T. Ao’nung wasn't ashamed to admit he watched how she would slip out of her garments that easily slid down her smooth skin, brushing her hair to the side as she submerged herself into the warm pond below. Ao’nung always watched from afar, controlling his breathing as his hard cock strained against his loincloth at the sight.

He wasn't proud of what he did or the pleasure he got out of watching her and spying on her. He wished he had the courage to approach her and admit his feelings but everytime her e/c eye locked onto him, Ao’nung felt himself melt. His breath would hitch as he would choke on his own words. His words would come out garbled as he would end up fleeing the scene in embarrassment.

“Seriously Ao’nung? You always disappear during this time. Almost every day, you can't blame us for worrying” Tsireya pipes up from her spot nuzzled up next to Lo’ak. Ao’nung frowns, he was always sure to cover his tracks when he snuck off. Was he that obvious?

“Chill Tsireya, maybe he runs of into the forest to jack off or something” Lo’ak teases as Neteyam chokes on his drink. Rotxo quickly slides over to the older boy, taping his back repeatedly. Ao’nung feels his face burn bright red at the accusation that was somewhat true.

“Lo’ak!!” Tsirea squeals in embarrassment, she swats her hands at Lo’ak who chuckles at her flushed expression. Seeing the opening he had been waiting for Ao’nung slowly takes a step back. Rotxo was busy helping Neteyam not choke himself to death while Tsireya lectured Lo’ak on being more respectful. The perfect opportunity.

“Now's your chance, Fish Lips” Kiri pipes up, loud enough for Ao’nung to hear but going unnoticed amongst the rest. Ao’nung sighs out loud as Kiri gestures to the forest with a bored look. Not missing a beat Ao’nung sprints as fast as his legs could carry him, also being mindful to be as quiet as possible.

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To say Ao’ning was fixated on Y/n would be in understatement. He was addicted, addicted to her. Addicted to being around her. Not only was she the gem of the clan, the beautiful songstress to take after her mother. But she was also a beautiful soul.

She helped train the infants with their IIu, always offering a hand to the older Na’vi’s with chores. She also helped Ronal when going out on excursions to pick herbs and spices. It was at those moments Ao’nung got the opportunity to admire her up close. That, and now.

Ao’nung swiftly situates himself behind the familiar bush as his eyes peer through the leaves and branches. It was his spot, his favorite spot as it provided the perfect view of Y/n. He already felt himself harden under his loincloth as he watched Y/n walk into the clearing. Completely unaware of his presence.

Ao’nung calms down his breathing as he watches Y/n set down a cloth and a pair of garments she would change into after the bath. She reaches up to gently tie her locks into a bun which Ao’nung was grateful for. It showed him the view of her slender neck, clean and untouched. The perfect spot he wished to litter with his love bites someday.

Ao’nung’s hand lazily reaches down to squeeze his hardening cock, a silent whimper escaping him as his eyes drink in the show. A view that he never got tired of. He has watched Y/n in this vulnerable state many times, each time he couldn't help but get more turned on. More needy.

Y/n unclasps her top, sliding in down her arms and letting it plop on the mossy floor. Her breasts now free from their restraints, her perky nipples stood erect as the cool air surrounded her. The light breeze leaves a trail of goosebumps down her body.

Ao’ning bites his lips at the sight, stroking his hardened member though his loincloth as beads of pre soaked through. He fantasized about those breasts day in and day out. They were perfect, the size, the shape. How they looked to be their perfect size to fit in his hands. Oh, what Ao’nung would do to have a chance to nip at one of those pink niipes that seem to always tease him. Ao’nung runs his tongue over his lips at the thought, nearly salivating at the image. How would they taste? How would they feel?

Y/n bends over, the loose strands of baby hairs falling loosely around her face as she shimmies out of her loincloth, she drops the perky piece of fabric with her pile as she stands up, on full display. Ao’nung had just seen heaven. He was certain of it.

Unable to control himself any longer he hurriedly pulls out his leaking member, spreading his precum all over his shaft to lube it up. He didn't dare look away from Y/n as she sat near the edge of the pond. Her legs dipping into the warm water below.

Ao’nung pumps his cock all while catching her gently exfoliating her skin with a flower she had brought her. He closes his eyes as he imagines how she would look if she were with him. If he had to courage to make the move. How would she moan? Would she whimper as he bruised her delicate skin with his touch?

Ao’nung lets out a satisfied sigh as his thoughts run wild. How her lips would feel against his, were they as soft as he had imagined? They looked plump, pillowy upon first glance. He was certain he would melt at the interaction.

Ao’nung bites back a groan as his fantasies grow wilder, imagining her underneath his moaning breathlessly as he pounded her. He wanted to feel her grip onto him as he showed her beautiful pussy no mercy. His hand pumps faster, his slick cock letting out lewd squelching sounds as his pace sped up.

A sudden rustle in the leaves jostle Ao’nung from his day dreaming.

His eyes shot open at the sound looking behind at the source. He holds his breath as he waits for something to emerge but with no such luck.

Letting out a sigh of relief he turns back to the pond, his hand still holding his member.

“Fuck-” Ao’nungs eyes widen as he curses to himself. Y/n was nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but feel defeated knowing he was so entranced in his own day dreaming he missed out on watching her bathe herself.

“Where-” Ao’nung freezes. His entire body is littered with goosebumps as he feels movement behind him. Quite and calculated steps approach him, if he hadn’t been so caught up in his own world he surely would have missed it,

He feels a breath fan along his neck sending goose bumps all over his body. He didn’t move an inch, partly out of fear, partly out of worry. Just as he audibly gulps, ready to face who was behind him, he feels her.

There was no mistaking it. He felt breasts press against this bare back. He felt the heat radiate off of them as he closed his eyes at the feeling. Taking a deep breath he is finally able to confirm who he had suspected.

Her scent wafted through the air, the smell of her own arousal thick with need.

“Oh dear, you're stiff as a board” a melodic voice coos near Ao’nungs ear that has turned purple over the fact that he’d been caught. Ao’nung opens his mouth to speak but his words get caught in his throat as she presses her completely bare body against his back.

“I-it’s not wha-”

“Oh shhhh, it’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” Y/n says softly, her hand sliding down his arms. Ao’nung sucks in a breath, feeling her trail her fingers closer and slower to his groin.

Y/n leans to the side of his face, peppering tiny little kisses along his skin that send Ao’nung to another world. He groans at the feeling , leaning his head back with his eyes scrunched shut in pure ecstasy. He wanted to burn the feeling deep in his brain.

Y/n fingers finally come to a stop, tracing her index finger along his semi-hardened length as it twitches at the contact.

Ao’nung accidentally bucks his hips at the sensation. Praying that whatever he was experiencing was reality, not a figment of his lust filled imagination. Y/n blows near his ear seductively, smirking at how easily he submitted to her featherlight touches.

“Would you…..like a hand?”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you so much for the request!! Make sure to comment any suggestions or changes I can make, I’m still learning how to create well written stories, so your feedback helps me greatly!

[roseychains]

sorry for being a little shit and asking so much (I asked twice 🏳️🏳️) but do u PERHAPS write like, idk maybe sorta fluff?? but not hardcore fluff. something in me just wants to see brother!sukuna x sister!reader but not smut or anything. ^_^

also, I’m not anonymous so I don’t rlly need a sign off but it’ll still be 🫧🕊️ bc I’m greedy. please and ty in advance! Ik writing can be tiring and so can getting tons of requests :’)

Brother Sukuna

A/n: so it’s obi gonna be out of character cuz sukuna but more so it’s gonna probably be atleast a little unrealistic bc I have a twin brother, who is anything but sukuna-like.(for reference, he’s a big shot in our schools band, the only one who made state and lowkey a nerd) I’ll try my best tho lol

C/w: NOT A SHIP. PURELY PLATONIC. mentions of bullying, as well as assault. (Neither done by Sukuna).

First and foremost, protective but not in the way you’d expect. If you ever come to him complaining about people bullying you he’d probably brush it off and tell you to not concern yourself with others opinions, but then the next day those same bully’s were beaten into a pulp

An actual menace. A prankster if you will. Bluring the line between playful and hands down annoying. Take for example, drinking your drinks you put in the fridge to get cold, eating snacks you bought for yourself(he’s a fatass), NEVER PUTS THE TOILET SEAT DOWN, blasts music when your trying to sleep, takes controllers from you when he needs them, at anytime without asking permission, the list goes on.

But he does have equal amount good quality’s as he does bad ones. Despite his annoying habits, he makes up for it in other things. He drives you to places, anytime he’s bring home food he will get you something too(50/50 chance if he asked you or picks for you), and 11 out of 10 times sides with you in arguments you have with people. Additionally, he will also show up to any events you want him too, even if sometimes begrudgingly so. I can also imagine him getting pissed off if you try to compensate him for anything like gas or food, offended you think he’s poor

He gives me stoner vibes. So, as a sibling, he wouldn’t let you do anything till ur an adult and once u are he would only give u his stuff when your together and safe

At any point if you ever text him that your in trouble and need him to pick you up, he’s immediately on his way without a second thought. He might be a dick sometimes but he doesn’t play when it comes to your safety

Speaking of safety, if anyone victimizes you, more than just regular bullying I’m talking physical or sexual assault, he will do a whole lot more than just beat them up. Let’s just say he’s not afraid of being potentially jailed. Knowing the justice system, even if he did end up in jail he’d probably have a not terrible time, seeing as people who killed/severely ingured an assaulter are often respected

As children, when you would roughhouse he would find himself holding back and letting you win. As much as he likes to antagonize you he won’t ever hurt you

In summary, he’s genuinely very caring but never shows it. It kills his tough guy personality but deep down he does care for you deeply

[gracies-baby]

hi! i absolutely adore ur account and stories about gracie! i wanted to request one in which y/n meets abbie and audrey for the first time and is very nervous but gracie tries to make her feel better! thank u 🫶

Meeting Abby and Audrey

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Gracie, we're gonna be late!" Y/n whines as she waits for her girlfriend to get ready.

"It's fine. It's just Abby and Audrey, they're not gonna care" Gracie replies as she finishes doing her hair in the bathroom.

"Gracie, I need them to like me! They're your family and you love them. If they don't like me then your parents won't like me, and you won't like me and then we're gonna break up and-" Y/n rants before the brunette starts giggling as she pulls her girlfriend in for a hug.

"Babe, I promise you, there is no way Abby and Audrey won't like you. As for my parents, I'm pretty sure they love you more than me. And I don't care enough about their opinions to break up with you anyway. You have absolutely nothing to worry about" Gracie whispers into her girlfriend's ear while pressing a soft kiss against her neck. Y/n lets out a soft sigh as she wraps her arms around Gracie's neck, connecting their lips together.

"Although Audrey is my roommate. If she doesn't like you, you might never get to see Weenie again" Gracie teases but regrets it when she sees her girlfriends smile drop.

"Babe, I was kidding! She's gonna love you! She's been telling me to introduce you to her since before we even spoke" Gracie says causing Y/n to look up at her in confusion.

"But we didn't even know each other. You asked me out when we first met"

"Uh... Yeah. Sorry, I misspoke. I meant since we got together. We should probably get going, we don't wanna be late" Gracie quickly rushes out of the house after grabbing her purse, hiding her red face from her girlfriend. Y/n drops the topic when she gets in the passenger seat, feeling all the anxiety from before come rushing back to her.

"Baby, it's gonna be fine. I promise. I've never lied to you before, right?" Gracie comforts the girl, putting her hand on her thigh and gently rubbing it. Y/n lets out a shaky sigh as she puts her head on the brunette's shoulder, holding her hand in hers.

"You're right. I know you're right. But there's still a chance they might not like me. Are you gonna break up with me if they don't?"

"Of course not, I love you so much. I promise nothing they say will change my opinion of you" The brunette presses a soft kiss against her girlfriend's head before she pulls into the driveway of her and Audreys place. Gracie gets out of the car before walking around and opening Y/n's door for her. She takes the shorter girl's hand before leading them inside the house.

"Guys, I'm back! I want you to meet someone!" Gracie yells out when she doesn't see Abby or Audrey in the living room. Weenie comes running towards her while Y/n leans down to give him affection.

"You must be Y/n. It's so nice to finally meet you. We've been asking Gracie to introduce us for ages, but she must've just wanted to keep you for herself" The photographer says after entering the room, causing Y/n to stand back up to shake her hand only for Abby to envelope her in a hug.

"It's nice to meet you too. Gracie's told me a lot about you" Y/n replies nervously when she is pulled away from Abby and hugged by another taller girl.

"You're all Gracie ever talks about. I'm Audrey by the way. Did Gracie tell you she wrote a song about her crush on you?" Audrey tells the girl when they pull away from the hug.

"What? No, she didn't" Audrey's face turns shocked while Gracie's cheeks turn pink.

"What? Come here, I'll play it for you. It's gonna be on the new album" Audrey takes the shorter girl's hand to lead her towards Gracie's music room.

"Audrey, don't" Gracie pleads with her roommate only to be ignored. She sighs before following them to the music room. The brunette is a blushing mess by the time Risk is over, causing her girlfriend to kiss her on the cheek.

"You were obsessed with me! That's so cute!" Gracie whines in reply, jokingly pushing her girlfriend away while Abby and Audrey smile at the cute scene in front of them.

"It's okay, I was obsessed with you too”

"You didn't even know I existed" 

"No, but I'm obsessed with you now" Y/n leans up to press a soft kiss against the brunette's lips while Abby and Audrey both fake gag causing Gracie to roll her eyes.

"Y/n are you staying the night?" Audrey asks as the group all sit on the couch with Weenie curling up in Gracie's lap, a movie playing on the TV.

"Yeah, I've got a meeting early in the morning and your place is a lot closer to it" Y/n replies with a smile.

"I thought you were staying to spend time with me?" Gracie asks jokingly causing Y/n to smile and roll her eyes.

"I'm actually staying to hang out with Weenie, but I guess you can stay with us" Y/n giggles when Gracie presses soft kisses all over her face.

"You guys are sickening. Me and Abby are going to her place so you've got the place to yourself tonight" Audrey teases with a smile as she gives the two a wink before she leaves the house to go with Abby.

"I told you it would be fine. They both love you" Gracie tells her girlfriend after she's finished giggling from the kisses.

"I love them too. Now that I love everyone that lives with you, I don't think I'm ever gonna go home" Y/n jokes.

"That works for me" Gracie smiles as she presses a kiss against her girlfriend's lips.

[greycaelum]

Hello,how are u?

I've been a fan of your writing for a while now,and im really in need of some comfort

If you can,could u pls write a oneshot gojo x fem!reader where reader is also a sorcerer and one year younger than gojo and they've been friends for so long,and one day reader's mother talks about her marrying someone she doesnt like (her mother tells it from kindness) and it messes reader up to the point of panic attack and crying?and she calls satoru so he could help her calm down?

(you decide whether reader and gojo are in a secret relationship or not.)

Im in need of comfort rn and i would love to see ur writing on this matter

Kaleidoscope Series—Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters: {Pacify Her}

—Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"Dear..." Your mother's voice called you, and her eyes held you in softness. 

"Why didn't you ask me, first Mother?" Your heart felt as if it was made of sand collapsing as you realise the betrayal.

"Because we know this will be your reaction. You work tirelessly, barely coming home. I simply wish for someone to care for you. Someone who will look out and care for you."

"I could take care of myself." Your eyes watered. Why? Why are you deciding on my life without my opinion?

𑁍 Genre: angst to comfort, traditional arrange marriage

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (2k)— spoilers for anime only! mentions of teen years & Hidden Inventory Arc, arrange marriage, secret relationship— use of endearments (baby and sweetheart), crying, locking self in the closet, implied panic

𑁍 A/N: Hi sweetheart, work has been keeping me, I'm sorry that this one took a while even though I tried to do it as soon as possible, I hope everything will get better soon and this one helps to comfort you. Sending you a very tight hug! —Grey,

He's obnoxious.

Gojo Satoru in his teens is a menace. One that crawls up on you every time he spots your shadow to pull your hair and poke fun at you.

You've known the man since your first year in college. Nanami often looks at you in worry and helplessness whenever Gojo Satoru comes over to tease you. Haibara looks up to him and would often join in the fun, unbeknownst of your irritation.

Good old day, you've come to treasure deep in your heart. When everything was easier. When life seems to be lighter.

You came from a fairly influential sorcerer clan. Prized for your reversed curse technique that paved your way in the jujutsu society in the less physical struggle over brutal means. But that didn't spare you from stomaching the horrendous scenes curses can inflict. Haibara was the catalyst of your life's turning point.

Everyone started falling out. You see your raven-haired senior left without a goodbye, leaving nothing but the biggest tragedy in your generation. Nanami left as well, unable to take the bullshit of the people behind the power sacrificing the lesser ones as pawns to maintain their status and influence. And Satoru...

"Are you leaving?"

On a cold night, he found you staring at the stars under the tree nearby the training grounds. A bag strapped on your back, and normal clothes you'd wear for your day off. You could see exhaustion brimming around him even though he was in the shadows.

"Everything is in shambles." You sighed, tucking your chin on your knees. "Are youleaving?" You watch him slip his hands into the pockets of his pants and look up at the sky.

You watch your senior's face, he looks so young as you trace his jaws to the softness of his cheeks, the faint glimmer in his ocean eyes from the slit of his sunglasses holds the weariness he has to suppress for so long, slipping through the night.

You have to think again that this man is just a year older than you, still, a teenager in adolescence that is forced to play soldier. Gojo Satoru has become so distant you can barely recognize the youth despite the pretty face he has.

"I can't." He answered after a long time.

And you just know the indifference of that answer. The feeling of being unable to walk away despite wanting to.

"Thought so. Guess we have a long time annoying each other, senpai." You chuckled and stood up, dusting yourself and turning in the direction of the dorm you started walking.

A force collided against your back and your ears are being rubbed until you squirm and glare at the perpetrator.

"Uh-huh? Looking forward to that brat." He just grinned and ruffled your hair.

You can't pinpoint it anymore. Was it when you covered him with your overcoat so he could just hide and swallow his exhaustion as you sit beside him, holding his hands inside his Infinity? Or was it when he started finding you every day, dragging you with him and Shoko? Or was it when he took your hand and your heart felt at peace amid the chaos?

"I'm tireddddddd~" Satoru let out a long sigh and rub his face against your back while his long arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you perched on his thighs.

"Satoru, there are people outside!" You tried squirming away, even pinching the man off of you but to no avail. He's latched unto you like a leech. It's so embarrassing to be caught like this, the only ones who knew are Ijichi, Shoko, and Principal Yaga. Other than that, you're viewed as Satoru's favorite kouhai. Unbeknownst to them, you and this menace have been going out since you were 19.

"Who cares?" He pulled down his blindfold and batted those pretty lashes. Satoru blew you a kiss and giggled at your sour expression. "How could you be so cute? Just like me." He coos at you.

You turned away huffing with your arms crossed over your chest and let yourself be cradled into your beau's arms.

"I have to go to the ancestral house later, my Mom asked me to come. Just reheat the food I left in the fridge and don't stay up late."

Satoru nodded and shifted you to the side, tucking your head underneath his chin.

"Should I pick you up?" Satoru quietly asked, even though he already knows the answer.

"No, they'll get suspicious." You bit your lip. "I'm sorry..."

It's been years and yet your relationship is kept behind the curtains. Satoru has never thought he'd be one to be kept a secret, but after your persuasions even though he badly wants to drive off the men lurking around you whenever they think you're single. Risking your safety to prove your relationship is not enough, he agreed this is for the best.

"Nothin' for you to be sorry for sweetheart." Satoru kissed the top of your head. "Just call me when you're done then I won't worry much."

Being brought up in a more dynamic and liberated childhood, growing up, you know you had it easier than other sorcerers. Your clan may not be part of the elites, but it is an established and recognized clan that is important to the jujutsu society for the special ability of reversed curse technique.

"Mother," you called the regal woman talking with your distant relative.

"Dear, we've been waiting for you. How about you changed into comfortable clothes first then look for us in the study?" She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

You did as you were told, changing into a furisode prepared for you and led down to the study. When you opened the door you found your grandmother, and mother waiting inside. Seeing the stern look on your grandmother's face you suddenly felt the pressing matter this talk is about to make. Your heart pounded and anxiousness started filling you up as you took a seat across from your mother.

"It's the time for you to get married Y/n. Do you like any man right now?"

"G-Grandmother?" You stuttered and look at the straight-faced woman in disbelief. Her eyes held nothing but seriousness. It's as if he could slice through anything with her gaze.

"You've never brought a man home, I'm afraid you'll be a spinster if I do not intervene. The son of the Chiba Clan is a proper and respectable man. He can provide for you and keep you safe." There's finality in her voice that has no room for your reason. When you look at those eyes, you see your Grandmother has already finished everything before you could speak anything about this matter. "Life is short, in this world we're moving. Don't waste that time being all alone." Your Grandmother stood up and pat your shoulder, she quietly left the study leaving you and your mother.

"Dear..." Your mother's voice called you, and her eyes held you in softness. 

"Why didn't you ask me, first Mother?" Your heart felt as if it was made of sand collapsing as you realise the betrayal. You never want to be angry at her. You know she loves you and looks out for the best of your interest. But this one simply breaks your heart.

"Because we know this will be your reaction. You work tirelessly, barely coming home. I simply wish for someone to care for you. Someone who will look out and care for you."

"I could take care of myself." Your eyes watered. Why? Why are you deciding on my life without my opinion?

Your mother looks at you, and sadness clouds in her eyes. "I'm very sorry, but please try. You give yourself away too much in your work, is it so bad to wish that you have someone stay by your side?"

"No mother. But I—" Satoru's face flashed in your mind. Really, you were just scared to be used out of political means so you hid your relationship. You knew it was unfair to Satoru who loved you regardless of anything but he never asked you to go against your principles just to give in his wishes. He has always valued you more than anyone's opinion. "—I will never any man besides the one I chose."

Your tears threatening to spill. But you kept it in. And walk out of the door despite your mother's call. You ran to your room, having a hard time keeping yourself focused from the trembling of your hand.

You shut your door and ran to the closet, squeezing yourself inside the large and dark wooden wardrobe. With shaking hands, you held your phone and ran through your call logs. Every ring you feel your heart hammer against the cages of your chest, your feet getting cold despite the socks. Static ringing through your ears.

"Baby? You coming home?" Satoru's groggy voice, answered.

A sense of relief flooded you as you listen to the faint shuffling in the background. You wanted to cry, but you bit your lips so you could hear his breathing. 

"Sweetheart? Somethin' wrong?"

"'T-Toru," you hiccuped, angry at yourself for sobbing hard.

"Why are you crying? Where are you?" Worry filled in his voice. "I'm coming to get you." You heard hurried footsteps and the slight panic in his voice.

"Baby? Are you there? Don't hang up alright?"

"Toru, 'T-Toru, Toru," you chanted in desperate sobs, grounding yourself in his name despite the darkness you're in.

"Yes Baby, I'm here. On my way to fetch you. Calm down alright. I'm here."

You shut your eyes close. Wishing the next second you open it Satoru is in front of you. But every second that ticks, the colder your palm gets, the harder your heart pounds, dreading the mere idea of marrying a stranger you barely know. Your throat is constricted, and your chest heaves out the intangible pain seeping into your heart.

To give up Satoru? Not a chance.

"Open up baby," the call turned off and a knock bumped your wardrobe. "We're going home, sweetheart." You could hear the panting that the person is trying hard to mellow down and calm his voice.

The door opened and Satoru squatted down. His clothes are disheveled from the hurry. Your bleary eyes locked on him and you saw his shoulders slacken, but they immediately squared up as he beckon you out of the closet.

"C'mere."

You didn't have to be told twice, crawling out and into his arms, your clutch his shirt as his arms wound around you.

"What happened? Tell me so I can understand what upset you, sweetheart." He coos to you, settling you between his propped knees while pressing a kiss on your temple.

His cool spicy scent invaded your panicking senses. The more you listen to his heart the slower your breathing gets and eventually, you're pushing yourself closer to him, throwing your arm around Satoru's neck.

"They thought I'm not in a relationship and arranged a marriage partner for me."

You felt Satoru's grip over you tighten. He didn't speak but you could feel his sour mood.

"Are you scared?" He moves you to look him in the eye. A flicker pass through his eyes, but before you could recognize it, that pained glint was gone.

"I'm upset." You replied honestly.

You know your mother never meant to hurt you. But your family is meddling in your life too much that it's not even needed. How could they decide on it before asking you when you'll be the one living that marriage?

"Who am I, baby?" Satoru cup your cheeks and pressed your foreheads together.

"You're Gojo... you're my Satoru." You whispered, warmth spreading in your chest.

"Mnn, that's right. Who would dare take you away when you have me, sweetheart?" Satoru opened his eyes and could see the steeled resolve in those ocean eyes.

—GreyCaelum

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[mamadarama]

hii!! I love hearing ur opinions on ships n characters bc I think u just have such a fascinating way of thinking abt characters SO I wanted to ask what ur thoughts on nazuna are, if u have any nazuna ships, and what specifically ur thoughts are on shu + nazuna's relationship? hope ur having a good day!!!

aww thank you !!!! :')) that makes me really happy to hear !!! my days been alright, i hope yours is too :^)

nazuna is really interesting hes genuinely just such a kind and emotionally intelligent person. as of now the only sort of romantic ship i have for him is unrequited kaonazu, its funny to see kaoru trying again and again to flirt with nazuna and nazuna watching him fall over himself with a look of mixed amusement confusion and pity. hes never gonna let kaoru succeed but hes enjoying watching him try . as for platonic ships , i love nazuna and kuros friendship theyre so cute

shu and nazuna.... haah. i love the tragedy of it all . theres a lot of melancholic feelings there . when nazuna first left valkyrie it was like, they dont really want to be strangers but they know theyll never be friends again so theyre sorta just standing just out of arms reach of each other and staring through the tension . but since then the dust has settled and theyve started living parallel to each other, still out of arms reach. interacting as little as possible but keeping tabs on each other not in an invasive sort of way but in an "i just like knowing what youre up to" way. honestly the whole situation ended about as well as it could have. after everything that happened of course nazuna cant forgive shu, and he shouldnt, but he doesnt hate him either which is a testament to his maturity . shu knows that too and it hurts, he does wish they could be friends again. but more than that he wants what's best for nazuna and nazuna wants the same for him, and both of them recognize that whats best for both of them is to keep their distance. thats what the logical side of them says at least . the emotional side however, is giving them cold feet. because they still care about each other and thats why they wont walk away fully . so they continue to walk on either side of the same road . they wont talk, theyll never go out for lunch to catch up, but they have each others phone number. nazuna still wears the clothes shu made for him. shu finds a christmas card in the mail every year without fail. sometimes theyll catch the other in the back of the audience at their shows. theyll smile at each other in the hallways . theyll defend each others reputation in an argument. in an emergency situation they know they could call each other for help as a last resort and there would be no questions asked. and yknow, that's okay. they dont have to be friends . they can be someone they used to know and coexist in silence . no hard feelings, only bittersweet acceptance. i think shu is happy to see nazuna thriving in rabits . theres nothing he could ever do to make up for what hes done but he can make sure it doesnt happen again and thats really important. i think they should hug each other one last time.

[sturnslut]

Matt nsfw head cannons

Warning - nsfw obviously don’t read if ur not comfortable

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Boy is the king of aftercare. Definitely makes sure u are okay and cleans you up being careful cuz ur obviously sensitive. Taking a bath or shower together, loads of cuddles and kisses

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his is his hands and how big they are compared to yours. However is back is a close second especially when u leave scratches on it 🤭. His favourite body part of urs is ur eyes he could stare into them for hours he’s such a simp fr.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Man’s loves to cum inside of you he loves a bit of risk (shoot me) but he also will never turn down coming on ur stomach he finds it so hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to leave hickeys in places only he can see and loves it when u leave hickeys on his chest and stomach.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he’s not that experienced and only had like 1 body before he met you and now he knows his stuff 😉. Let’s just say he knows how to make u feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think missionary definitely his fave so he can look at you the whole time but he also won’t admit often but he LOVES when u ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he’s more serious and romantic but if something goes wrong or is funny you both definitely get the giggles.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely trimmed and hates the thought of his pubes being long it’s inconvenient and annoying. But yh definitely got some hair not a lot.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

So sweet and romantic, constantly asking you u if ur okay and if he’s making u feel good. He would definitely be so lovey but some nights he gets freaky.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met u probably jacked off 3 or 4x a week but now he has you he only does it when u can’t see each other and he will usually ring u and get off to the sound of ur voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves loves loves to be praised and secretly loves to be dominated once in a while.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Definitely likes it to be private so the bed but he also is a sucker for shower sex. You guys have done it on the kitchen counter before and a few times in the car which he hates to admit he loves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Bro is always bricked up when he’s with you but you playing with his hair rlly gets him going he doesn’t know why it just makes him so horny and you like to use this in ur advantage when ur out in public.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Definitely not into threesomes he finds them weird and also would never do anything to hurt you like spanking and hard choking (slight choking is fine) and if you ever suggested something he probably would be down to try just very nervous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Man is a munch. He loves tasting you and the sounds you make when his head is between ur thighs. He also loves getting head tho just would rather make you cum first.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he can be quiet slow and sensual especially during morning sex but most of the time he likes it fast and a little bit rough. However some nights he will destroy you and may feel bad about it after 🤭.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t love them he would rather take his time with you but if the time calls for a quickie and it’s all he can get he will never turn it down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would definitely be down to try things and would discuss it before hand to make sure you are both comfortable. Would never take risks that will hurt either of you!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think on a good night he could go 3 times pushing 4 but would be fucked out after. These are nights you have been teasing him all day. On a normal night 2 rounds definitely this man loves sex.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He finds them pointless tbh like why use one when he could make u feel 10x as good. Never used one on you or himself. (sorry)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he tries to tease you but ends up giving in because he just wants to make u feel good already. He likes to be teased tho but he definitely gets overstimulated fast.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc

Absolutely no one can tell me he is not the most vocal person during sex. He is for sure a whiner no one can change my mind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves to fuck ur face 😭

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Definitely has more length than girth but he’s not massive just the perfect size.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Is horny 24/7 but hides it well. When it’s just you alone he does not hide it at all. Definitely fucks u at least 5 or 6 times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Definitely waits for you to fall asleep and then bro is out like a light. Is always down for a nap after sex.

A/N ~ This is my first time writing something like this so i hope you like it. Love you all 🫶

[flightfoot]

Ur a pretty fair voice in my opinion when it comes to the whole mess in miraculous. Would you mind telling me what your favorite things are about Marinettes appreciation of Chat Noir in Canon? Not fanon, CANON.

I'm still grieving LadyNoir and recently I'm feelin very down in life in general and now I don't have my comfort show and ship anymore the way I used to love them for.

The way Marinette treats Chat Noir in and outta her transformation never stops hurting my poor broken LadyNoir heart n as much as I wished I could love the potential of her love for him as I once did, it just feels so paper thin and shallow to me now after everythin this show did.

The show is clearly trying to have her feelings for him be smth now, but for me it never seems to go beyond her infamous vague heart eyes the show likes to hav her throw around for damage control & surface level appreciation of his presence when she has to. But if you'd tell me that she still has no real feelings for him, I would believe u, cause he as a person doesn't truly matter at any given moment her words have to MEAN something more than a vague "<3" she's never asked to back up with anything worthwhile (srry, I know you've heard that complaint a million times before. It's at least comforting to know that others feel the same)

Wasn even her taking any interest in Chat for his person in the first quarter of season 5 only caused by Marinette wantin to proof Alya wrong and that her love for him instead of Adrien is real and valid? That's so disheartening...

Going through the tags isnt helping either, cuz most i find it is either much more fanon than Canon, or it's in line with Chat prrty much being her servant now instead of her finally giving care back

Idk, I hope I'm not bein too much of a downer. So imma get back to my question now. Maybe u can help me see Canon in better light again.

Could you tell me what you like most bout Marinettes and Ladybug's connection with Chat Noir? Things she does for him, what she values in him and so on and so forth?

I like the times we see her getting upset when Chat's hurt, or when she comforts him when he's clearly not feeling good. I adored how angry and upset she got in Timebreaker when Chat was "killed" in front of her for the first time, how she suddenly became more vicious. She doesn't want to lose him.

Or like, for times when she's comforted Chat, I adore how calmly and patiently she spoke to Chat in Reverser, after his courage was taken away, how she gently coaxed him where he needed to go. I took great solace in that, the first time I rewatched that episode, since I'd been exposed to a lot of Saltinette at the time, and I needed the reminder that Marinette does, in fact, care about people, even when it's inconvenient.

While I wish that Marinette had really thought through Chat's potential reaction to someone new showing up with her Miraculous without warning, I DID love that Marinette had this long list of protips. I especially liked this one:

Marinette: (v.o) Protip 33: When Cat Noir tells a joke, try to laugh at it even if it isn't funny. It makes him happy.

Even in episodes where I have a problem with the way Marinette conceives of Chat Noir, I generally still like elements of it. Like even in Ephemeral, while I think it was very, very wrong for her to try to trick Chat the way she did, she WAS doing it because she didn't want to risk Su-Han taking Chat's Miraculous from him. Or in Kuro Neko, when she didn't want to give the miraculous back to Plagg to give to Chat Noir, because she was afraid they'd end up back in this same situation, and she didn't want to keep hurting him.

At her core, Marinette cares about Chat's feelings and wants him to feel good, to be happy. The issue comes from her not seeing things from his perspective, from being terrible at reading him. Marinette has a lot of compassion towards Chat Noir, she just doesn't understand him.

[moedull]

LIKE

A/N: This is part of my AO3 series where my favourite characters represent different times (and ways) to say I love you

this was written waaay back in 2021? This is rewritten ofc, but, quite hastily in my opinion! It may not be the best, but, hey, it's cool

also.... dont be afraid to comment... help artists survive by showing ur love through comments or sharing their fics!!!!! >_o thanks!

AKA. Posted from my ao3 once again!

words: 1273

tags: NOT BETA READ, mild hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, established relationship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy: TSUKISHIMA KEI!

“Oh you’re still going on about that?”

“Yes.” 

Tsukishima sighs, sitting behind you as you smash the letters on your keyboard. You hear the bed creak and suddenly, he’s sitting next to you. He gently grabs your hands and holds them tight. 

“Hey.” He starts casually.

You look him in the eye with a huge frown, and furrowed eyebrows. “What?”

“Come here.”

‘Here’ is the soft bed you wish to lay on with no worries in the world. Of course, with your boyfriend, Tsukishima Kei.

“Why?”

“Why not?” 

“I’m busy right now…” You try pushing him away. 

“You don’t look like you’re in the best condition.” He says matter of factly, rubbing circles onto the back of your hand.

“So what if I am? I have to finish my thesis.”

He looks at you, sighs, and rolls his eyes. “I know that but it doesn’t change the fact that I worry about you.”

“I can take care of myself.” You hushed. “But thank you.”

“Are you ever gonna let me help? Or just go along with everything because you have too much pride for your own good?”

“No.” You huff. You suppose it was a habit from when you first met– always reaching for the top, showing everyone who really deserves to be up there– and, you do. You try hard everyday, working and caring for so many different things.

You just seem to be out of luck as it always feels like your efforts are unnoticed. In such situations, perseverance is key– but that kind of mindset may quickly turn sour when they’re left to linger and turn into stubbornness. 

You should probably hate Tsukishima Kei– strong-willed, cool and collected, and of course, smart. You would never have expected to hit it off with him, but he's one of those people who could easily get under your skin and get you to crack.

“Well, I know you can handle yourself, but don’t forget to eat.”

You roll your eyes (no malice is intended, of course). “You don’t need to baby me all the time.”

His eyebrow twitches, and he rolls his eyes in exasperation (no malice is intended here as well). “Whatever. But you need to sleep. Okay?”

“Yeah yeah.” You wave his concerns away, already turning around to resume typing.

Tsukishima huffs, gets up and moves over to your desk. He places his hands on either side of the laptop, leaning forward slightly as he studies the screen. 

“It’s not good to stress yourself out like this.”

“I don’t stress out.” You argue.

“Right, cause you always make sure you’re not stressed out.”

“I am not stressed out.” You insist.

“Fine.”  He relents. “But just remember I care about you. I can’t help it if you act like an idiot sometimes.”

The corners of your lips twitch up. “You’re cute.”

“Shut up.” 

“And sweet.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Don’t you think I should use more than two adjectives when talking about someone I like?” You ask with a smile, tilting your head.

He grins smugly down at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe.”

You chuckle, but it stops right away as you turn back to your work. Tsukishima still hangs around, not entirely convinced of your claims of being fine. He is especially convinced when you simply stare at your blank page, trying to find the right words to make the right sentence to make the right point of the right argument and–

“Okay, so what’s the problem?” He asks, taking a seat next to you. He scrolls up with your mouse, trying to read the rest of your document. 

You see the reflection of his face; His eyebrows knit together, lips pursed as the cursor moves underneath a few words. He lingers on a few sentences for unknown reasons that make your hands sweat and your heart beat faster. Flustered? Hardly, it’s the ache of anxiety. Your problems, right now, are far from school-related. 

“Mm.” Tsukishima hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You have the idea, so that’s good.”

But,

“You’re not being straight to the point about it.” He scrolls back to whatever page you made some stupid mistake on.

When did mistakes matter? I mean, seriously, at which stage of your life, did you begin to wallow over your mistakes? You were only in 3rd grade, scraping your knee on a cement pavement from running and that was one of the worst things that happened to you. 

Now, you read back on all of your essays and tests and feel your heart drop when you see that red ‘X’, the teacher encircling a specific part, or some harsh comments at the side. You want to blame the system, the adults, the economy or whatever God is up there– but, you can’t help it– You look in the mirror, thinking: Fuck. Was this all me?

Someone flicks your forehead, and you let out a wince, rubbing the spot.

“Hey.” Tsukishima says, tilting his head to look at your face. “You were zoning out.”

You glance back at him with an almost confused, somewhat dazed look. Here’s another big question: When did Tsukishima Kei matter? It’s incredible that you looked at someone for 304 days, talked, fell in love and somehow, it’s your life and his. You can’t put it into words right now; the questions that grow inside the empty pit of your stomach, because, right, you haven’t eaten yet, and you can’t tell if it really is a question, or if it’s screaming at you. 

You feel like you’re going to vomit–Fuck, that anxiety was just building up inside of you.

“I..” You pause, swallowing a non-existent lump in your throat. 

 “I didn’t think..” You pause again, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t think you’d like me back.”

He sits straight up, and stares down at you, furrowing his eyebrows with narrowed eyes. “What do you mean?”

You shake your head. “Look, I wasn’t expecting any response from you when I confessed.” 

You pause, feeling your eyes burn slightly from the tears that were building up, “I was just.. someone. You were one of the smartest guys in school—still are—but, out of everyone....” you start to trail off. 

“Out of everyone, why did you choose me?” You continue, forcing yourself to speak slowly, slightly tensing up at the evident sound of your voice breaking halfway.

He doesn’t respond. He slumps his shoulders, seemingly taken aback and bewildered.

“Why does someone like you pick me?” You laugh bitterly. Your heart aches even at the thought of it.

You watch him closely, as if looking for some sort of reaction or sign of how he feels. A flicker in his eyes, anything.

Tsukishima’s face remains blank for several moments before opening his mouth slowly to say, “Because I like you.”  

It takes you a minute to process what he said and you blink owlishly. You’d been prepared to hear something like ‘You’re a dumbass’ or something along the lines.

”But why?” You manage to blurt out, unable to hide a frown.

There’s a long silence as you hold his gaze. You stare at each other, neither willing to break eye contact, not until he leans in and presses his lips against yours.

“Was that answer not enough?” He whispers into your ear, his fingers gently caressing your cheek.

You feel lightheaded, your entire body buzzing and your heartbeat drumming against your ribcage.

You can’t speak, so instead you shake your head.

There's silence as he begins to cradle you in his arms, resting his chin on your head.

“I love you.” He tells you again.