#i don't feel much better about it and maybe i never will but i think that's fine

[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Love 101

my week-late valentine's post

summary: third years ask first years for love advice. the first years suck at giving it type of post: blurbs characters: cater, trey, leona, rook, vil, idia, lilia, malleus, rollo additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

I. Cater and Deuce

Cater has always loved the thrill of the chase (or, really, the thrill of stalking your magicam at 2am) and he would have been content with keeping his digital distance if he didn't see you in Vil's last post. Suddenly anxious that he's fumbling, he does what he does best: info. And who would have better info than your best friend? "Uhhh, I dunno," Deuce says. "If you really like someone, then you should be honest with them- that's what my mom used to tell me, at least. Or did I read that somewhere? Uh, never mind. I'm sure the Prefect will understand! Just- you better treat them right, or else!" Be honest? When has honesty ever helped Cater? It'd take two more nights of crushing anxiety for him to send a risky text, spilling all of his feelings for you in a Magicam DM and then handing his phone over to a very confused (but pleased?) Riddle, so he won't check his notifs for your username every twelve seconds...

II. Trey and Ace

Trust me, he was not Trey's go-to. Okay, sure, Ace is your best friend. Sure, he knows everything about you, from your favorite desserts to your grades, and sure, you've probably told him everything about your dream man, but... It's Ace. And unlike darling, doe-eyed Deuce, if someone asked too much about you, Ace would get suspicious and go right into protective best friend mode. So, Trey keeps it vague. "Eh? You're asking me for dating advice?" Ace grins. "About time! I knew you were smart. What you're gonna do is give 'em a little, not too much. Maybe ghost 'em for a week or two, so they'll really miss you when you finally text back!" ...Yeah. Maybe Trey should just stick to desserts.

III. Leona and Jack

Listen, okay, Leona didn't want to ask him, either. But Ruggie had nothing, your other frosh friends couldn't flirt their way out of a paper bag, and Grim refused to give Leona the goods without tuna payments (and he's spoiled enough as it is). Of course, the moment Leona even implied he was thinking of you, Jack jumped. "You have to be direct and honest! This could be your life partner, you have to put your all in!" Right, sure. Why does he even bother with these kids?? You'd be turned off if Leona started spilling his guts like that. He would've given up then and there... but then Jack insisted he come to "support his upperclassman", as if it were a fight rather than a flirtation. Leona cursed the Seven, the stars, and every single student on campus as he stumbled his way through asking you out. "Not that you would, or that I care, but I-" he looks over his shoulder, and Jack is still there, arms crossed like an impatient parent. Leona grumbles. "If you want to..." "He wants to please you, Prefect!" Jack barks. "DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!"

IV. Vil, Rook, and Epel

It wasn't like Vil sought out Epel for the sole purpose of you, the freshman simply... happened to be in the room while Vil was thinking about it! Out loud! With Rook! In a... slightly argumentative manner! "Epel, settle something for us, would you?" "Oui, you see, I say the way to win the Prefect's favor is by anticipating their every thought!" "And I say that's insane. You know them best, so, tell us, what do they like?" The poor boy looks between them like he's being held at gunpoint. How should he have known?? It's not like you guys spent your time gabbing about boys! "APPLES!" he blurts out. "The Prefect loves apples!! My grandma always said the quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach!" Rook giggles and Vil mumbles something about Epel's peanut-sized brain. ...Nonetheless, you wake up to crates full of apples at your door the next morning.

V. Idia and Ortho

beeeeeep... beeep... bing! Idia swivels around in his chair at the sound of the printer. Crap, did he accidentally hit print page again? What a waste of ink- that stuff's not cheap, you know! But it's just... Ortho. "Here ya go, big bro! I thought you might need this!" Idia cautiously takes the warm paper, entitled Romance Intel 101. "Uh... Ortho. Why are you giving me this? You know I max out the romance stats in all my games EZ," Ortho giggles. "It's not for a game, it's for the Prefect! Based on the data I've gathered, your heart rate accelerates by 1.2 seconds, and your pupils dilate by 40% when thinking of, or speaking to the Prefect!" Idia turns pink and crumples, as if he were the paper (the first line of which, BTW, reading "step one- make eye contact!") This is going to be a looooong school year...

VI. Lilia and Grim

You probably should've been suspicious when Lilia popped into Ramshackle and offered to babysit Grim for an afternoon, but you weren't- not with assignments due, at least. You said your goodbyes, and as soon as you were out the splintered door, Lilia spun on his heels. Short as he is, he towers over the little direbeast. "Hm, seems like we have time to spare. How about a casual conversation? Yes? Good! So, how do the youngsters these days go about showing their affections? I would like to make my feelings for a certain someone known, but I'm terribly out of practice." Grim thinks for a moment, and then: "Tuna. Looots of tuna. Heaps of it! It's all the rage!" Lilia nods sagely. "Ah, yes, I understand completely. There was a rotisserie chicken fad a few centuries ago... er, so I've read. Isn't love wonderful!" You come home from the library to an unconscious, drooling, but very happy Grim, and Lilia sitting atop a mountain of empty tuna cans and beaming. "Darling! You're back!"

VII. Malleus and Sebek

It had always been Sebek's honor and duty to serve the heir prince of Briar Valley, whether in war or in love. When Malleus wistfully said he wished to know you better, Sebek saw to it. That is, he spent the entire weekend shadowing you. And not subtly- he was never more than a few steps behind, pen and paper in hand. When you asked what in the world he was doing, he- "OBSERVING! NOW, QUIET! BEHAVE AS USUAL!" "You don't have to shout, you're right behind me. And observing what, Sebek?" "NONE OF YOUR CONCERN! ACT AS IF I AM NOT HERE!" At the end of the weekend, Sebek returned to Malleus' throne with a report that titled you "inquisitive, dense, and apparently hard-of-hearing."

VIII. Rollo and You

Your friends had seemed wary when Rollo asked you on a walk with him, though he promised he wouldn't take you too far from their clutches care. You had been in Fleur City for days and he didn't know a single thing about you, other than that you were magicless and pitiful. You were so often spoken over, interrupted, and dismissed, it took Rollo a strenuous amount of grace not to grab you by the wrist and drag you away from your rude, contemptuous classmates himself... He couldn't word the feeling. And he was hoping you could. "So," he says, "They refer to you as Prefect. That is your role? Do you enjoy it?" You shrug. Has being at that terrible school rendered you unfit for social interaction? "Very well. Then what do you do for... fun? You appeared to enjoy seeing the city. Are you interested in history?" You shrug again. How can he be expected to know you if you won't tell him anything?? Rollo decides that words are worthless, and his eyes land on your hands. His own fingers twitch and tingle in anticipation, and for a brief but terrifying moment, he thinks of reaching out to you. ...In the end, he can't will himself to do it. Maybe in another life.

[tan1shere]

omg yesss i clicked on the wrong account😭 but i love ur writing and would love to see ur take on smth like that! maybe smth based off of that one lyric from the weeknd “Wanna fuck a skinny model right before her runway show, And we did it on the floor, that's why she walkin' kind of funny” yk ? sorry for the mix up!

Your Secret

Billie Eilish x vs female reader !

A/n: you're completely ok love ! I hope you enjoy <3 - update I went into vs today and ugh I'm thinking of another similar fic 😩

Summary: It wasn't Vitorias secret anymore. It was yours.

Warnings: smut, use of the name daddy, dunno if there's anything else to report yall should know the deal by now !

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs @bilsdillldough @mystiquemm

Masterlist

Was it wrong? Possibly, but you couldn't care less. Whenever you had a show she was there watching, but you ofcourse had to have your fun before hand. She claimed you looked extra tasty in your outfit and needed to do unspeakable things to you. It was your secret. Nobody even knew you were together, nor suspected anything. They might've known you were friends but that's common in the celeb world. Everyone knew everyone.

You were about to go on in 15, but you feel hands on your waist in your dressing room. You knew it was her hands. "Hi." She spins you to face her. "Hey." - "you smell good." You breathe out, then in. Taking it in. "Yeah?" She says going to kiss your neck. "Bub-" She hums in response. "Not the neck we talked about this." But she wasn't playing. Not today. You'd always say to leave hickey's in spots you two could see, but considering the time she had, she gave 0 fucks today. She needed to ravish you and fast.

"Bills-" Ears were off. Not hearing a single thing coming out of your mouth. "P-please." You then moan as you feel her bite, her grip on your waist tightening. She was feral today. "Babe, I-" she turns you around, backing you up against a wall. Your heart picks up, what if someone came in. "You, we-" She pulls back. "You've never complained before when we do this?" Shes right you don't, but something seems more dangerous today. That and the fact your covered in purple and red splotches. Her body presses against yours more and you feel it. "Billie." She smirks. "What?" She knew what, but time was ticking and she needed to fuck you.

You stay silent. "I know you can feel it hm?" You swallow. Deciding to give in and let her do whatever she needs. When all of a sudden, you're laying on the carpet and her body is hovering above yours. Yet you can still feel it with how close she is. And it's driving you crazy. Your needs growing by the second, but you hear her belt jingle, as she unbuckles it. Everything was speedy, you probably had about 10 minutes left, maybe less. Her fingers move to the lingerie you were wearing, just moving it to the side as she gets the fake dick out.

You were glad there was a time limit, because she'd forever tease you, taking as much time as possible until you were a mess for her. But, she now realizes she could just snap her finger and you'd be on your knees, in a puddle. You feel the tip of it against your folds, her moving it to your entrance soon after. Hastily slipping in, and not surprisingly with ease. Her finger moves down to your pussy. "You're very wet, wonder why." She was too cocky for her own good. Her pace instantly harsh but you sure as hell didn't mind.

"Who got you wet huh?" Her face was so close to yours, moving her lips down to your cheek. Your neck. "Y-." But her hand grips your jaw. "The word I'm after starts with a completely different letter. You know this." You gulp, closing your eyes. "Daddy did.." You silently say, breathing heavily as she picks up speed. "Didn't quite catch that, what?" You open your eyes to look right at her. "Daddy, made me this wet." Her cockiness returns, smirking down at you. "Good girl, much better. And who's going to make this pretty angels legs shake?" You choke on your spit as she snaps her hips, harder.

Your head spins as you try get out the answer. "D-daddy." You stammered, feeling your release approaching. And within seconds you're leaking all over the fake cock. Breathing heavily as you come down from the high. She pulls out, earning a whine from you. She takes it off, going to grab some tissues to clean you up. Adjusting your outfit back the way it was. She gets you to stand, chuckling as you wobble. Giving your lips a sloppy kiss. "3 minutes, angel!" Someone calls, you swallow. Having no time to do all you needed to. Luckily there was only two hickeys.

Unluckily they were both in visible spots. Your heart still beating fast, you put the white wings on and go for the door. "Hey baby." Billie says, sprawled out on a couch in your dressing room. She had been watching you struggle to put the finishing touches on, very amused at her work. "Just remember who got you like that as you're walking out. All those eyes on you for the wrong reasons need to know who you belong to." She winks. You bite your lip. This was not going to be easy to do. Wasn't much of a secret anymore either.

[punkshort]

I've been thinking about this idea of a no outbreak ex-boyfriend!joel miller and I wanted to shake the dust off, so I have some snapshots I wanted to share:

Warnings: pining/longing, smut, obsessive behavior, language, jealousy/possessiveness, alcohol consumption

He never could fully accept what you had is over, so he still casually talks about you from time to time like you're still his, then catches himself and his heart breaks all over again.

He replays fights the two of you had whenever he sees another couple out in public who reminds him of the two of you and he wonders what he could have said differently.

Begrudgingly, he goes on a blind date set up by one of his friends after they beg him to try and move on, but no matter how nice or pretty the girl is, she's not you.

Sometimes he goes the long way home from work and drives past your street, just to possibly catch a glimpse of your car or, if he's really lucky, you taking an afternoon stroll.

When he sees you out in public for the first time, it's at the grocery store. You don't notice him standing dumbstruck in the cereal aisle with his heart stuck in his goddamn throat. You get a text and you smile down at your phone while you move out of the way of others to answer. You look so beautiful, it makes his chest hurt.

He goes home that night and fucks his fist thinking about you — thinking about the way you used to whimper his name, the way your nails dug into his back, how perfect and warm your cunt felt wrapped around him. But the part he misses the most is how good it felt to have you curled up next to him, cheek pressed against his shoulder and arm slung over his stomach, when he woke up in the morning.

The second time he sees you out in public, you're with someone else. He's shooting pool with Tommy when you and some guy walk in and take a seat at the bar. He overhears you talking about some movie you had just seen together and he almost snaps the pool cue in half.

Tommy doesn't notice until it's too late. You've already locked eyes with him and you look like you may faint. Your date is tapping your shoulder, unaware that the two of you have been unable to so much as blink at each other from across the bar.

Before Joel can force his feet to move, to beg you to step outside with him so you could talk, you're grabbing your date's hand and dragging him towards the door.

To stop him from going after you, Tommy buys a few shots. Tells Joel he could do better, that he'll find someone someday. The more he drinks, the more unsteady he becomes on his feet. The louder he laughs. The more he spills on his black t-shirt. By the end of the night, he's convinced Tommy that he's fine. That he needed to see you with someone else to finally accept it's over.

He told Tommy everything he wanted to hear.

After Tommy drops him off at home, Joel waits about three minutes before ordering an Uber. He tries to fight the urge, but he can't. He's too weak and he needs to see you. And, yeah, maybe he needs to make sure you weren't fucking that guy from earlier.

The Uber drops him off a few doors down from your house. He walks the rest of the way and he's relieved when there isn't another car in the driveway. Only yours.

He paces anxiously for a few minutes in front of your door, his muddled brain trying desperately to think of the right words to say. What did you need to hear? What did he need to do or say for you to give him another chance? There had to be something.

When he rings the bell, he knocks at the same time. Overkill, probably, but he doesn't want to lose his nerve.

When you answer, you're pissed, but you're alone. You're in your ratty old pajamas, the ones with a hole at the collar and an ice cream stain on the leg. He feels something pull in his chest — fuck, he missed you so much. He missed how at ease you made him feel, how comfortable you were together, how happy you made him.

You argue with him in your doorway, arms crossed tightly over your chest. You tell him he needs to move on, that he's drunk, that it's not healthy to keep calling you and he has no right to show up at your door.

He begs, pleads with you to hear him out, to give him a second chance. You call him crazy, you remind him you gave him countless chances while you were together, that you spent years waiting for him to commit.

He says he's still in love with you. That he never stopped loving you, never will. He sees something flicker in your eyes and you stop breathing.

Then, somehow, he's stumbling into your house, whiskey soaked tongue pushing past your soft lips, your arms circling his neck, moaning into his mouth, pulling him deeper and deeper until the familiar scent of your perfume and detergent invade his senses and he knows you've led him into your bedroom.

Even with all the alcohol buzzing in his veins, he still manages to do everything he remembers that makes your back arch and your breath stutter. His mouth suctions around your breast, tip of his tongue teasing until your nipple hardens, then scrapes his teeth gently over your sensitive skin. Your hips buck and your head tips back into your pillow before he continues down. He slides his tongue through your pussy, soaked and aching for him. You taste just as good as he remembers and he's so hard it fucking hurts, but he keeps going. He eats at you like he's never going to have the chance again, lapping and moaning and nipping at your cunt until his lips pucker around your clit and he sucks, making you scream his name when you come all over his face.

His head swims from how intense it all is. He didn't expect you to answer your door, let alone be laying sprawled out in your bed, begging for his cock, coated in sweat.

When he first enters you, it's bliss. It's like heaven on earth, better than he ever remembered. You're warm and soft and wet — and he's too worked up, he can't go slow. He pounds into you hard, fists dipping into the mattress on either side of your head. His jaw is tight, his eyes a little glassy and wild. Your hands curl around his forearms, holding yourself in place so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. You're whining and gasping and rolling your hips in rhythm with his, fucking each other like you're running out of time.

He grits out something along the lines of, you let that preppy dickhead fuck you like this? And you shake your head, wail out, no, just you, Joel. He growls and yanks up one of your legs, tosses it over his shoulder, and drives into you deeper, harder, faster, the loud slapping of skin on skin deafening in your otherwise quiet room. You're clawing at the sheets and gasping his name until your body goes rigid and you come with a broken sob, tears streaming down your cheeks.

It's all he needs — he comes a moment later, one rough hand grabbing at your hip, holding you still while he pumps you full of his cum. It feels like it lasts forever and he can't stop staring at your tired, beautiful face. Even when he's done, his hips occasionally jut forward, pushing every last drop of his release deep inside your cunt, claiming you as his until you shudder and tell him you can't take any more.

Afterwards, you lay together, staring blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and coming to terms with what you just did. You eventually clear your throat and tell him he can stay the night, but this can't happen again. He agrees, but only because he knows. He knows you to your very core, knows what makes you tick, knows what you're thinking sometimes before you even do. But most of all, he knows when you're lying. What he saw in your eyes that night told him everything he needed to know — he was going to win you back.

[sst4rdst]

hc on how much freedom yandere genshin boys would allow their darling?

warnings : yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, implied kidnapping.

i don't think i'll ever perfectly describe how paranoid xiao is. it’s not control. not really. xiao doesn’t track your every movement because he wants to own you—he does it because he’s convinced you’ll break apart the second he looks away. he’s seen beings far stronger than himself fall like dust to the wind, watched their bodies—once unshakable—shatter into nothing. if even they could be lost so easily, then what about you? a simple human? what chance do you have?

the thought haunts him, festers beneath his skin like a wound that never closes. and that paranoia, that quiet, gnawing fear—it's what drives him to the extreme. you call it imprisonment. he calls it protection.

keeping you tucked away in his adeptal realm isn’t about taking away your freedom. it’s about keeping you breathing. safe. intact. because the world outside is sharp, and you—you are something far too fragile to survive it.

scaramouche doesn't glue you physically onto his body because he can't—but that doesn’t mean you’re free. he doesn’t trust you. 

scaramouche doesn’t keep you chained to his side—not physically, at least. but that doesn’t mean you’re free. not to make your own choices, not to be out of his sight, not to so much as step into another room without him knowing exactly where you are. he won’t stop you from going to the bathroom alone, but the second you close the door, you can already feel the weight of his impatience pressing against it. he counts the seconds. if you take too long, he’ll call for you. if you don’t answer fast enough, he’ll simply let himself in.

and it’s not just that. he chooses your clothes for you—sets them out before you can reach for anything yourself, hands them to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. because it is, isn’t it? you don’t need to pick. he makes you wear matching red eyeliner with him. he controls who you speak with—only if he lets you speak with them.

you don’t need to decide. you don’t need freedom. not when he can do it for you.

childe is the least controlling here, sometimes not even locking the front door, but i do have some good reasons to believe it.  he wants you to run. he wants you to think he’s careless, to believe that he’s too reckless, too distracted to remember something as simple as locking a door. at first, you don’t fall for it. you know better. but it happens again. and again. the same forgotten locks, the same slightly open window, the same easy mistake. and after a while, the thought starts to creep in—maybe he really is just that stupid.

that’s when you lose.

because the second you believe it, the second you step over that threshold—he’s already there.

he doesn’t stop you right away. no, that would ruin the fun. he lets you think you have a chance, lets you run, lets you feel the burn in your lungs as you push yourself further and further, as if that will make a difference. he likes it this way. the thrill of the chase. the proof, over and over, that no matter how fast you run, no matter how well you plan—he will always catch up. and when he does, he smiles. not because he’s happy. not because he’s relieved. but because you fell for it. again. because you always do. because it doesn’t matter how many times you try—he’ll always bring you back. and you’ll always be his.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Nerd gojo x nerd reader headcanons pt 3

_Part 2_

Nerdjo! X nerdreader! Lmao guys I don't know it takes time to think for a scenario for nerd gojo!

♡ Gojo, the hopeless overthinker-After catching you reading a book on quantum mechanics, he stares at you for an entire class.

His mind is in overdrive.

“What does she know that I don’t?”

You glance up from your book and notice him staring.

Your expression doesn’t change, just a slight raise of the brow.

He starts questioning reality. He wonders if maybe you’re an alien who landed to study humans.

He’s not sure if he’s scared or in awe.

♡ Gojo, the performance artist-He’s in class, casually tossing out random knowledge to impress everyone.

You’re sitting right next to him, completely unfazed.

He throws out an elaborate theory about space-time continuums.

You glance at him, and in that cool, calculated tone of yours, you say, “Actually, there’s a counter-theory that suggests…”

He’s frozen stunned.

You just corrected him.

He’s in shock. He didn’t even realize there was a counter-theory.

♡ Gojo, the never-satisfied challenger-It’s become a ritual now. He challenges you to random things just to get a reaction.

One day, he walks into the library where you’re reading again and says, “I bet you can’t solve this one faster than me.”

You just stare at him like he's a child.

He watches you effortlessly solve the puzzle in seconds.

His brain breaks.

“Okay… you win. Again.”

He mumbles it like he’s been defeated, even though you both know he never stood a chance.

You just blink, your face a mask of indifference.

♡ Gojo, the insufferable over-achiever-He throws a math challenge your way in class, but it’s no longer about the challenge.

It’s about getting you to look up at him.

When you solve it in seconds, he pretends to be devastated.

“How… How do you do it?!”

You don’t even flinch. You just mutter, “It’s all about applying basic principles, Gojo.”

He finds it so frustrating but can’t help but admire you for it.

This feeling of being outmatched starts to gnaw at him, but it excites him too.

♡ Gojo, the dumbstruck fool-One day, he just can’t take it anymore. He watches you at lunch, reading your book with so much focus.

He interrupts your concentration with a dramatic gesture, throwing his arms out.

“You can’t possibly be that focused!”

You look up, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Well, Gojo, focusing is a part of my natural process of learning. You should try it sometime.”

His jaw drops.

The fact that you just casually insulted him makes him both irritated and in love at the same time.

♡ Gojo, the unintentional simp-He’s in class, trying to act all cool and aloof, but his eyes are constantly shifting to where you’re sitting.

You never seem to notice.

He can’t stop thinking about how you’re always so calm, always so collected.

One day, he catches himself staring at you for way too long.

His heart skips a beat when you finally look up and catch his gaze.

You don’t say anything. You don’t even smile.

But the look in your eyes… it makes his heart race.

He looks away like a fool, muttering under his breath. “What the hell is happening to me?”

♡ Gojo, the clingy puppy-He shows up to the library one day to find you reading, of course.

He’s spent the last few hours thinking of ways to get your attention.

He plops down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you reading?”

You glance at him for a second and say, “A book on theoretical physics.”

He stares at you, unblinking. “Sounds boring.”

You stare back, saying nothing, then go back to reading.

He can’t help himself anymore he leans over and practically whispers in your ear,

“I think you’re kinda cool, you know?”

Your response is the most distracting part of his life.

You don’t even look up. “And I think you should stop distracting me.”

♡ Gojo, the underestimator-He once convinced himself that he could outwit you in everything.

So when the next mission is announced, he’s all cocky about it.

“I’ve got this in the bag. No one’s a better strategist than me.”

But when the team assembles to discuss the mission, you outshine him with every point you bring up.

“You didn’t consider the potential outcomes of that tactic, Gojo.”

His face turns bright red. He tries to play it cool, but you’ve already won this round.

He’s still muttering about it later, trying to convince himself that it was just a fluke.

But deep down, he’s starting to see you as more than just his rival.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated genius-He’s notorious for his smug attitude, his self-proclaimed genius status.

But you, Y/N, have officially cracked the code.

He’s secretly obsessed with trying to figure you out.

There’s no logic in his mind to explain why he can’t stop thinking about you.

He finds himself watching you from afar, wondering if he could ever measure up to your calm intellect.

“Why does she have to be so perfect?” he thinks, but only when he’s alone.

The thought torments him and keeps him up at night.

♡ Gojo, the declaration of affection-One evening, after yet another failed attempt at getting your attention, he stands in front of you.

The usual smirk is gone.

“I think… I think I like you.”

You blink.

He’s waiting for you to say something clever, to shut him down.

But you don’t.

You just stare at him with that unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I know,” you finally say, casually flipping through your book.

He’s left speechless, heart racing in a way he’s never felt before.

The realization hits him hard. You’re so far above him, and yet, he’s already in too deep.

♡ Gojo, the love-struck fool-He can’t help it. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he’s falling for you.

Every interaction, every glance, every indifferent comment you make only makes him more obsessed with you.

But he’s Gojo Satoru, and he’s never been the type to give up so easily.

He’s decided.

He’s going to make you notice him.

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how impossible it feels,

He’s going to win this challenge.

And it’s going to be the best battle of his life.

@syrooo @11v1ngzomble @dekusdante @inoluvrr @hel1nn

[weneeya]

hi, i had this idea for a while that jason is very s/o that thinks they're too hard to love (plus if they've never been treated right) x guy that loves them as easily as breathing</3

maybe I'm projecting and honestly thinking about it gives me a lot of comfort because I've never experienced something like that, and that's why I decided to request this anonymously, i feel a little ashamed T-T

too hard to love m.list | rules

pairing. jason x reader

note. hi! don't be ashamed it's fine to find comfort in this, and i hope my writing will help you get even more comfort <3

You couldn’t be loved, that was what you kept repeating to yourself all the time since your last breakup. Why? Because it was what everyone always told you. You had never, ever, been treated well before, but in your eyes, it was all your fault. You weren’t loveable ; you had your own problems which always ended up ruining your relationships. Your lack of confidence was probably the worst thing, you knew it, but you couldn’t do much about it. You tried, really, but everything just brought you back to this fact. You weren’t loveable. 

Until you met Jason. The man was surely traumatized and tortured himself, but when he met you, it was like everything made sense for him. He fell in love with you in one look, and it was easy as breathing was for him. He knew the troubles you had believing it, but he never understood it. How could you think you were difficult to love? It was the simplest thing he had ever done. 

It took months for you to accept to go out on a date with him. Not only you thought he was doing it to make fun of you or because of pity, but you also thought it was useless. A date for what? To see the disappointment in his eyes? You’d rather not. But after weeks of him asking you again and again, you finally said yes. 

It went well, you couldn’t deny it. Jason was a sweet guy, probably the sweetest anyone had ever been with you before ; but it might hide something. it had to, you were sure of it. He spent months and months of yearning for you not silently until you agreed to go out with him, for real. 

You were afraid, because you haven’t been in a relationship since so long ; and the last one surely didn’t end well. But Jason kept on reassuring you that it would be okay, and that everything would only be fine. He was enough of a sweet talker to convince you. 

But the doubt never left. It never left the back of your mind, and even if sometimes it was easier, there were nights where everything was so difficult. Jason was out tonight, because the man was a vigilante after all, so it wasn’t rare for you to spend nights on your own.

Tonight was specifically rude for you. You couldn’t sleep at all, and after turning around over and over in your too large bed, you decided to leave it. You walked in the living room, going back on your own steps. Your mind was driving you mad, until you began to feel dizzy. You sat on your kitchen’s floor, your breath heavy. A panic attack. Great. 

Your nails were scratching your poor damaged wrist, your eyes lost the void, not able to focus on anything else. You didn’t even realize the tears which were falling down your cheeks, until you noticed a broad figure in front of you. You looked up, only to meet Jason’s worried face. He wasn’t touching you at all, knowing it would overwhelm you more than anything else. 

“Deep breath, baby. It’s okay, you’re okay,” his soft whisper slightly brought you back to reality, making you close your eyes to try to focus on him and nothing else. “That’s it, listen to me.” And it kept going for a few more moments until you were able to calm down at least a little. 

Once you were feeling a bit better, Jason took you to the couch, making you lay down there while he was on his knees next to it, your hand in his own. He stayed silent for a moment, waiting for the right time to ask you the question that was burning his lips. “What happened?” He finally asked, and you took a deep breath, trying to explain it to him. 

It was your own insecurities that made you like this, the way you were so scared that he would disappear one day because he had realized how difficult you were and how better his life would be without you in it. You expected him to frown, be frustrated, anything ; but it never came. His fingers reached for your face, putting a strand of hair away from your face with the most gentle touch anyone ever had towards you. 

“Loving you is not difficult. Actually, it’s the easiest thing I've ever done. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met in my life, and if you want me to, I could make a whole list of everything that makes me love you so much.” You slowly looked up at him, expecting everything but this. You blinked a few times, before you simply nodded a little, which made him chuckle a bit. 

Sitting down on the floor next to the couch, his fingers gently playing with your hair, he began to say one by one all the small things that you were doing that made his heart race like crazy. It made you realize that perhaps he really wasn’t lying at all ; and maybe you weren’t as hard to love as you thought you were. It would be a long path until you completely accept this, but you knew that Jason would be by your side during the whole process ; and it warmed your heart.

thank you!

[shadowsviper]

Thanos and Nam-Gyu as Cats

I mean as literal cats.

I've been wanting to continue my Birds of a Feather fic but idk if I want to continue it. I have part two half written and I could finish it and post it but that would mean a part three, four, and so on. It's been like a month since I posted the first part and it does end without any cliffhangers so I feel like I could just leave it without continuing it?

Feel free to leave any recommendations for new fics though, no full smuts though I'm bad at writing them. I only write for Thanos and Nam-gyu at the moment. Please don't expect them to be done in a few days either lmao I'm a senior college student I'm busy af and I only write when I have time.

Anyway, enjoy Thanos and Nam-Gyu as cats, and you eventually finding them! I kept reader neutral.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Thanos is an orange cat

Nam-gyu is either a black cat or a tuxedo cat

Not a single brain cell between the two of them

Thanos is bigger than Nam-gyu but skinnier due to not being able to eat much on the streets

Thanos has a long tail and he has little control over it. He's smacked Nam-gyu multiple times before without realizing

Nam-gyu has longer fangs, his top ones stick out of his mouth and he thinks it makes him look badass but to Thanos and everyone else, they think he looks adorable

They were strays for a long time. They found each other on a rainy day.

Nam-gyu had a little cardboard box under some stairs, it's not the best home in the world, but it's the best he's ever had. Thanos squeezed himself into the box one day, drenched from the rain. He didn't realize Nam-gyu was already inside but he couldn't care, he was just happy to be out of the rain

Nam-gyu definitely hissed and scratched at Thanos the second he saw him climb in

Thanos couldn't be bothered at all

Nam-gyu decided to leave him be for the night, assuming he'd be gone in the morning

He was wrong, Thanos didn't leave. In fact, he never left.

They quickly got used to each other and decided to stay together. Thanos did most of the hunting when they were hungry since he was faster than Nam-gyu. He would always return with food, scraps taken from people nearby

Thanos was more likely to get into fights with other cats. Whether it's over territory, food, or literally anything. Nam-gyu has to drag him away every time. If Nam-gyu wasn't there, then Thanos would definitely return home with a few scratches

The two of them were smart when they needed to be. When the two of them would go out to hunt together, Nam-gyu became the distraction. He would purposely rub against the store owner's legs, meowing. The store owner would kneel down to pet him and it took everything in him to not try and bite their hand.

While the store owner was distracted, Thanos would jump over the products and snatch up a big fish. As soon as his paws hit the ground, Nam-gyu chased after him, leaving the store owner confused for a second before he realized what they had done

That strategy kept them fed for a while before they started getting recognized and shooed away before they got close to food

At this point, it's probably been about a year since they found each other. Their home remained the same spot, the little cardboard box they met in. That was until their alleyway was cleaned up and their home was gone

Nam-gyu refused to leave for a while. That spot had been his home for the longest time. He didn't know where else to go

It took a while for Thanos to convince him to leave the spot and find a better place. He had suggested places across the river, where the people had more money, meaning more and better food, and maybe even a better home

They slowly made their way across the river, purposely moving at night to avoid people.

If they ever moved during the day, it was guaranteed that Thanos would try to get people to pet him and give him all their attention

Nam-gyu hissed every time a hand came close to him

If he hadn't considered Thanos as a friend, he would've bitten his head off by now

After traveling for a few days, they settled in a alleyway, next to a small cafe. Scraps were limited but it tasted better than anything they had before

This is where you meet them

You were closing the cafe one night and out of the corner of your eye, you saw an orange cat sitting at the corner of the alleyway. You could tell he wasn't getting enough food, the poor cat was scrawny for his size

You knelt down and offered a hand for him to sniff, only for him to simply shove his head into your hand. You could hear the rough purrs coming from him as you scratched his chin

"You're probably starving, huh?" you reached into your bag and pulled out your lunch from earlier. It was just some leftover chicken. You offered it to the cat

After a few sniffs, Thanos ate the chicken without any hesitation. He picked up the last few pieces and looked up at you. He blinked once before walking away and disappearing into the dark alleyway

It was days before you saw the cat again. This time he was sitting at the entrance of the cafe, meowing for your attention.

You gave him your leftovers again and watched as he ate it, took the rest, and disappeared. It became your routine for a few weeks

The next time you saw him again, he was with another cat. He was a sleek black cat with piercing eyes. You could tell he wasn't as friendly as the orange one

"Are they the ones giving you food?" Nam-gyu had asked. His tail flicked from side to side, distrust was evident in all his movements

"Yeah, I didn't even have to do anything. The food is good so I kept coming back," Thanos had said

You didn't know the two of them were talking to each other. All you heard were meows and assumed they were asking for food so you fed them

It took Nam-gyu a while to trust you. He would snatch the food up and eat it from a distance

Thanos was easily attached to you, he loved the attention, the warmth. He soaked it all up

Nam-gyu was the complete opposite, he had a natural distrust of humans and refused to get any closer than he needed. You're lucky if you can hand him some food without him hissing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I'm gonna end this here lmao this became longer than what I planned. I might make a part 2.

I kinda want to make this idea into a fic idk though. Please give me some ideas.

[bewires]

prev tags by @lazaefair just to add - I've been writing, posting, publishing in one way or another since I was eleven. that is two decades ago. my work did not start good (and it's debatable if it's good now lol). I started out on fanfiction.net posting my take on sirius black falling in love with an OC or two minor characters from a tamora pierce book revealing their secret relationship (some things never change) before moving on to livejournal and then ao3. I've never been a great line editor so I'm sure there were typos galore from the get-go (and sometimes there still are!)

I got all sorts of comments in that time. most were truly lovely and I treasure them greatly! some were concrit. and I cannot tell you whether or not they were helpful or polite in tone, because I don't remember. what I do remember is that receiving one critical comment on my dumb sirius black x oc fanfic pointing out how derivative it was of other fanworks made me discontinue the whole thing. I was maybe 12, 13? I also received a valid criticism about a line a character uses in a stargate atlantis fic on livejournal when I was probably 15 and I was so embarrassed I reacted really negatively and pretended the criticism wasn't valid. I'm actually still too embarrassed by it to admit what it was.

receiving concrit at that age did nothing to help me improve, not even because these reviewers weren't good at giving it (I honestly have no idea anymore), but because I was not ready to hear it. fanfic was the only place I felt confident in my abilities and getting positive feedback was what made me keep writing and pursue publishing my own books later on. seeing criticism -- publicly posted criticism! -- on fics I worked hard on and wanted to share with other fans made me want to curl up and never write again.

but I kept writing and I (imo) improved loads. not from criticism, but from reading and engaging in other people's works, seeing what else was out there, and practicing. that's how people learn in fan communities - collaboratively and from each other. derivative (derivative, not plagiarized) in fanworks which are themselves derivative of an original work ought to be a compliment imo.

since, I like to think I've gotten much better at taking criticism to my work and learning from it. part of that is life experience (college and being graded on writing at a higher level, the editorial process of writing an original book). part of that is having gained a baseline confidence in myself which I did not have at that age and thus the ability to separate myself from my work.

I still don't think criticism belongs publicly on fanworks though! posting a comment on a fanfic is like shouting directly in the author's ear. if you're criticizing my actual published books you can buy for real money, have at it, although please don't feel the need to email me directly, this is what goodreads and storygraph are for. but fanfic is barely edited and just for fun, you don't have to take it seriously. my one exception is that I will always be open to commenters telling me something I wrote came off as insensitive and do edit accordingly.

as a side note, a few years ago i deleted my fanfiction.net account and as I was doing so I discovered that at twelve I was an asshole who left concrit on some other fics. and let me tell you, if I was not ready to hear criticism I was also not ready to give it in a meaningful and sensitive way.

Abt that unsolicited ‘concrit’ on fanfic thing

My personal opinion is that you should never offer unsolicited critical feedback to people, and you should only offer it publicly at all under specific circumstances. Why?

- Very few people actually know how to give ‘concrit’. They think it just means saying there were surface errors, or they didn’t like how someone was characterized. That’s not concrit. That’s not useful, at all. That’s an amateur review from someone with little to no relevant expertise.

- Especially where it regards fanfiction, you can’t know who you’re speaking to. You can’t moderate tone or intensity of criticism based on their experience and relative skill level. It’s possible that harsh or even moderate critique could make them stop writing forever. Why? What is the point of taking away someone’s joy in that manner? So that the commenter can feel satisfied that they corrected them? That’s cruel and childish.

- Usually fanfiction is published in only one place— maybe three or four, at most. Why should authors be expected to put up with negative criticism in the ONLY place their work is available? Are published authors expected to attach one star Goodreads reviews to their bookjackets?

- If you genuinely wish to help someone improve their writing, you can do so by speaking personally with them and offering your help. The assertion that criticism from a stranger whose opinion they don’t value and whose qualifications are unknown is going to make them better is disingenuous. If someone is sincere in their desire to assist an author in progressing on their writing journey, they should demonstrate that through investing appropriate time and effort. Otherwise, there are many places to complain away from the author’s sight. The only thing accomplished by doing so in front of them is making them feel bad— and if that is someone’s intent, that’s reprehensible.

Anyway. I’ve never gotten useful concrit in my comments or my bookmarks, and I expect I never will.

[ssentimentals]

41,57 and 58 combined with your amazing writing would a perfect match for a seungcheol drabble just sayinnn🤭 love you lots 🤍

hi bebe! aw, love you too 💜 58 is taken, but let me go with 41 and 57, thank you so much for requesting!

prompt: panic attacks & accidental hand holding

you're not sure what set it off. maybe it's the fact that whole university is there, waiting for your performance, cheering you on. maybe it's the whole thing about being in a new place with new people. maybe it's your never ending stream of thoughts: overthinking every move, coming up with scenario after scenario of all kind of outcomes. maybe it's about you not eating a thing since you woke up. reasons are not that important now, when you can feel tremor in your hands and fastened heartbeat. it starts right in the middle of director's speech when whole crew is present - the most inconvinient time to have a panic attack. you bite your lower lip, slowly moving backwards, hoping to somehow hide in the shadows. it's futile to reverse it, you know - you should've noticed the signs earlier.

'you're alright?' you almost scream in fear, jumping a little. seungcheol frowns at you, throwing both hands up to show that he's innocent. 'sorry, didn't mean to scare you. you're just shivering but it's not cold out here. all's good?'

if only words were easy. it feels like heart is in your throat, making it hard to voice out your concern. white noise start to fill your head, overpowering anything else and you gasp, trying to get more air in your lungs but it doesn't- it's not right. it's not working the way it's supposed to work, it's not-

'hey, hey- let's get out of here, yeah? is it too stuffy for you?' somehow seungcheol's voice penetrates through the fog.

without thinking you grab his hand and turn towards the exit, needing to get out of here now. the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat and then ragged sounds of your shallow breathing - futile attemps of your lungs to get more air. your legs work automatically, they carry you out of the building on their own; you don't even notice that you started running until you don't push the door and stumble out on the street, almost collapsing on the ground if it weren't for pair of strong arms around your waist. for a second all is the same but then when you take a deep breath, your lungs finally expand and it's- better. not good, but so much better and you sigh in relief, closing your eyes. vaguely you feel someone caressing your back, but you're more concentrated on getting your heart out of your throat and back into your chest - you succeed after several attempts.

'tell me what to do,' you suddenly hear said in a very worried male voice. 'i- i am at loss. how can i help? please, please tell me what to do.'

you blink, turning to the left. it's a bit weird to see seungcheol here not because you have anything against him, but because you two are not really close. it's swet though: how worried he is, how earnest he is in wanting to help. your mouth opens to tell him that you've got it under control when you notice two things: one, it's seungcheol's hand that's been caressing your back the whole time and that still is doing it and two, you two are holding hands. like, legit holding hands with fingers intertwined and all. you hope that your blush can be seen as something because of panic attack, not because cheol is handsome and his hand is warm. 'i'm good,' you mutter, straightening up. his hand leaves your back and you almost mourn it. 'uh- sorry for dragging you here. i kind of panicked and didn't really think it through.'

seungcheol shakes his head. 'no, it's alright. are you okay? was that panic attack? looked rough.'

you snort at this and seungcheol cringes at his own choice of words. 'well, it was rough,' you say, chuckling. 'but thank you for staying with me. you didn't have to.'

you two are still holding hands. it's both nice and a bit awkward, but you're not about to stop it. seungcheol also doesn't seem to mind if to trust his easy smile. 'let's go back then? you good?' he asks.

you take two more deep breaths and nod. it's better, fresh air always acts wonders on you, but maybe it's also something about having seungcheol this close. 'yeah, let's go back.'

seungcheol doesn't let go. you don't let go either.

a/n: i think it's very telling that it's always seungcheol that gets requested on themes like that. yes, seungcheol here fits the best :') hopefully you'll like it! - nini

request your own here

my other seventeen work is here

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere sasuke concept please with a rebel runaway darling

Sure! I don't think I have a good grasp on Sasuke's character... so I'm hoping this is decent. The request is a bit vague but I first interpreted it as you running away from him so... that's what this is.

Yandere! Sasuke Uchiha with Runaway! Darling

(+ Escape Attempt HCs because I misread the request....)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Isolation, Violence/Threats, Possessive behavior, OOC Sasuke no doubt, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

By runway I assumed you meant you were escaping him.

You probably trained with him when he was younger in Konoha similar to Naruto and Sakura.

Except years after he left on his personal conquest for power... He came back and stole you away.

Sasuke has gone through a lot after leaving Konoha... while he was usually cold towards his old teammates....

He cared enough to come to you.

Yet I feel even after literal abduction he acts a bit cold towards you.

What if Sasuke originally stole you away because he was hoping you'd understand his goals.

Maybe he fell for you while Sakura was fawning over him, constantly watching you and working with you while he was training.

He always felt you had potential.

He came back for you because he felt you could help him.

Or maybe it was purely because he loved you?

His reasoning is selfish nonetheless.

He only came back to you not necessarily because he cares about you...

But because he needs you.

It doesn't matter if you refused or not.

Sasuke was going to have you regardless.

This is what begins your time in isolation.

Sasuke wanted to be the only one you interacted with.

Perhaps in his warped mind he hoped you'd accept his actions... that you'd love him.

Aren't you happy he came to you?

You're much better off here with him than Konoha anyways... The people there may just corrupt you.

His views are ironic in that sense.

Sasuke doesn't seem to care about what you think of his actions.

He knows you're rebelling, you never wanted to join his team.

Even when he wants to train with you, you refuse.

Affection? Also met with you hating him.

He's quite used to hatred.

After what he did, it makes sense.

Yet he isn't ever going to let you go.

He was hoping you'd willingly be a runaway with him.

He wants to show you Konoha isn't right for you, your new home is with him.

When he's strong enough, he can protect you.

No one will harm you like they did to him and his brother.

He'll show you he loves you too much for that.

He wishes you'd stop being a brat, though.

Sasuke tries to be patient with you.

As cold as he seems, he really wants you to love him.

Unfortunately it seems that will take a while.

Escaping Sasuke is... difficult.

As expected of an Uchiha and a ninja... He can track you.

He tends to ignore rebellious outbursts.

He's had such moments too... it isn't going to make him let you go now.

If you ever do manage to leave his sight, Sasuke is quick to look for you.

He doesn't stop looking for a moment, either.

He pauses his training, he stops listening to others, and he hunts you.

Do you really think he's going to let you run off on your own like this?

No... You're going to be his no matter what.

Sasuke no doubt will bind you the second he finds you.

He's quick with restraining you during escape attempts, pulling close with a glare in his eyes.

"Don't be an idiot... What has gotten into you?"

Afterwards he'll drag you back with him to where he's currently residing.

Repeat your escape as much as you want... Sasuke will still find you.

The more you do it... The less lenient he'll be.

At some point you'll break, right...?

Now there's the SECOND way I interpreted this request.

Another way I viewed this was you also rebelling from Konoha, which was probably what was ORIGINALLY meant....

In that case, Sasuke is more wary of you.

You either offered to rebel with him, or he found you after he did.

Like usual, he's cold towards you.

Unless you share similar goals, he doesn't want anything to do with you.

... although you two usually find kinship in training and beliefs.

Sasuke wouldn't mind a fellow rebel and would be adamant on adding you to his team.

Eventually you two will see eye to eye, right?

He dislikes Konoha as much as you near the peak of his journey.

You won't need to go back there with him to help you.

How about you both be strong together?

Then, of course, if you want to make it more yandere...

Maybe you want to go back to Konoha?

You've seen the person Sasuke is becoming, a man thirsty for power and vengeance.

You've seen him kill, sacrifice his own team....

You think he only cares about himself.

In reality, Sasuke only cares for you and himself.

He's killed for you, dedicated himself to you, to him you two are meant to be.

Of course, the situation just becomes the previous escape attempt mentioned before.

If you defied Sasuke and tried to run... He may just bind you like before.

Sasuke isn't too keen on giving up what he wants.

He hasn't been mentored by the best people since leaving Konoha.

He's caring, but isn't tolerant of your behavior if you wish to leave him.

Safe to say Sasuke will care for a fellow runaway... He'll do anything for you because he loves you...

But the second you turn your back on him, the second you think he's letting you go back to Konoha regardless of the reason you left it...

He'll drag you back to him, no matter how much power it takes.

He'll show you that you are the only one who matters now, even if you kick and scream.

[amelia-jane-writes]

2 hands

An: I was so tempted to write this man in sports car purely because of his massive car collection, but I decided on this instead because we all thought he'd be in the mv

Warnings: talk about sex? I don't even think there's any swearing

So close to what masterlist here

When you first started dating Lando, you had expectations that were all wrong. You'd expected him to want you every night, but he didn't. That was wrong actually, he wanted you, but he didn't act on his urges. He kept showering you with praise and gifts, which you still loved. You were glad he respected you.

But you didn't really want to take it slow. Not at all. He was always sweet with you, while you were going insane.

And God, you loved his hands. They were larger than your's and tanned with thick fingers and visible veins. He would always walk around with a hand on your waist. All the time. Everywhere you went, he was glued to your side with one of his delicious-looking hands on the curve of your waist. That was nice, you wouldn't deny it. You liked how touchy he was with you. It made you feel wanted.

Sometimes it wasn't enough though. It didn't make you feel wanted in the way you wanted him to want you.

All you really wanted was for him to press you into the mattress with his two hands on you. You didn't even need to be in hotels. You'd take him to the intimacy of your own bed, where you'd both settle much better.

That was a simple request, right? But he just didn't initiate anything like that often. Maybe that was his way of showing you he was serious about you, but you hated it. It was like you could feel yourself becoming more and more lost in the desperation for him. You thought you were pretty good looking and had expected him to be on you constantly. He just seemed like the kind of guy who valued sex quite a bit.

Not that you were calling him a slut, but if the shoe fits...

Still, you never downright asked for more sex. You held yourself to higher standards than that. You were however tempted to beg one time when you saw him lick his fingers while grinning at you. You could've sworn he was purposefully teasing you then.

Oh you loved everything about him. That cheeky grin especially. Something about it made you want to kiss him senseless until both if you were whimpering messes.

Then he won a race. And he looked so good, all flushed and smiley. He seemed to think you looked good too, considering he wouldn't take his hands off you you at the after party. Two hands on your waist this time, not just one. You were glowing. You liked that everyone could see that he was yours and interested in you only.

That night you finally got the pleasure you wanted. No, needed. You were spread out on the hotel mattress as he rocked his hips against yours. Drunk you didn't have the sense to keep quiet during, much to the displeasure of Oscar who had the room next to yours.

But how could you stay quiet, when he could do it that good?

[heavenlyakin]

LET'S GET FREAKY! how about prompt #9 with one nagi seishiro? thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Prompt: Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them.

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college au, ex bf nagi, alcohol consumption, smut, 625 words.

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"When did he get here?" Your friend asks, her voice full of irritation.

The music softens, or at least it does to you as your eyes narrow in on your ex. Seishiro is currently talking to his best friend, whose house your at. Of course he'd be here, why your friend assumed he wouldn't be is ridiculous. You don't tell her that though, wanting to keep the situation as cool as possible.

You sip from the straw of your drink, enjoying the cranberry juice before the taste of vodka takes over. "He's usually here," you tell her and she rolls her eyes.

The situation is tense when it comes to Nagi and your friends. You don't think they know you're still sleeping with him, but you're not certain Reo wouldn't tell them either. It's so fun having all your friends in one big group!

Not...

"He's coming this way," she nearly spits her words. "I'm not going to be nice."

It's understandable that she hates him, but to this level is a little intense. You push the blame on the alcohol.

"Just don't be cruel. After all, I broke up with him, remember?"

She shakes her head and walks away just as Seishiro approaches. He smiles at you and you can't help but grin.

"Remind me, why you broke up with me?" He asks, leaning forward and placing his hand on the wall beside your head. He's trapping you between him and the wall.

"Oh shit," you close your eyes and shake your head. "I just forgot, maybe Reo could remind me? Shall we go ask him again?"

He frowns, then he rolls his eyes. "I didn't cheat on you."

"You signed a girl's boob, Sei. I never said you cheated. I said you crossed a boundary." You finish your drink and set it on the bar stool that's on the other side of you.

"I didn't realize it would be an issue, it meant nothing."

"Boundaries are big for me," you tell him and he smirks. "Oh, shut up Nagi."

"Oh, so it's Nagi now? No more Sei?" His mouth is against your ear now, his knee slipping between your legs. "Come on, we both know that boundary isn't enough to stop you from going home with me tonight."

Your eyes dart around the room, noticing no one but Reo is watching. He usually is. Whatever, he can watch as you slip your hand down Seishiro's chest and to the waistband of his grey sweats.

You hear him sigh softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect him.

"Fuck it, we can use Reo's room." He grabs your waist before he kisses you, his hands squeezing you just enough to drive you mad.

By the time you've stumbled down the hall with Sei, you've forgotten all about Reo watching you two.

"No underwear?" His eyes brighten as he slips your skirt up your thighs, his fingers slowly teasing your cunt.

You shrug. There's no point in pretending you didn't know this would happen tonight.

His fingers slip into you, drawing out a long moan from you. You bite his skin between his shoulder and neck, earning a sharp inhale from him. He’s never very loud, but his breathing always gives him away. 

His fingers are fucking you deep, so you bite harder to keep from moaning. 

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to cum.” He tells you and you know he’s not lying. You can feel him erratically throbbing against your palm where you’ve been rubbing him through his sweats. You can see a dark grey wet spot where his cock is leaking. 

“You better fuck me then.”

freaky friday

[advantage-zweig]

I completely understand you on the different top/bottom dom/sub Art things. Like:

sub bottom Art - he's just kind of Pathetic (<3) so it makes sense

power bottom Art - He's bottoming but he's actually the one in control very snakey, manipulative Art

sub top Art - Sure he's topping but the other person is the one in control he's just a nice guy (getting everything he wants) once again makes sense with snakey, manipulative

Dom top Art - That just feels like too much obvious power for him to have? Like I feel like Arts power is never that obvious. Dom top is too much straightforward, taking charge and taking what you want and that man could barely ask his wife for permission to retire be so fr

YESSSS honestly could not have said it better myself 🩷

CW: nsfw, like this is entirely about art's sexual preferences <3

thanks for your input, this is so beautifully thought out! XOXO

i feel like we saw quite a few different sides of art throughout the movie, and because of that it can be hard to tell which indicators of his bedroom role were genuine, and which were him manipulating tashi and patrick into giving him what he wanted.

i think early on, especially at stanford, he would've been a service top with girls, and if he and patrick had ever hooked up, he would've been more of a bratty bottom (because he still had a lot of life in him).

then after thirteen years of tashi being so dominant towards him and not having his best friend there to help maintain his spark, i feel like he just sank into being fully submissive regardless of the circumstances.

so it was like a natural transition from sub switch to sub bottom, which i just think is so fitting for him considering everything he went through in the in-between years.

i know a lot of people think him being so aggressive in the sauna means he could be a switch or even a top (and i guess he could be), but honestly i think it reads more as him resenting the fact that he's not even close to that anymore.

life was just so hard for him sometimes, and it didn't take long for him to figure out that it's easier to deal with training, and losing, and missing patrick, and tashi's disappointment if he just. . . lets go.

so that's what he does, in and out of the bedroom.

when he does get to be on top with tashi, i feel like he tries his best to enjoy it. i think he likes to go slow, laying fully on top of her, staying deep inside and just grinding his hips in little circles instead of thrusting like he's "supposed" to.

he always keeps going just like that until he comes way too quickly or tashi sighs and says, "you either fuck me right or you're going on your back again."

and as appealing as the thought of her riding him is, he doesn't ever want to let her down, so he whines out an apology and lifts his head from her chest so he can at least try to make his wife feel good. he pretty much always just wants to make her feel good.

maybe once or twice, tashi gets fed up with him being so passive and tells him to man up and take what he wants, and he tries, but he usually ends up crying, or he can't quite get hard enough, and tashi realizes he's still just doing what she told him to and she gives up yet again.

he just couldn't be mean to her if he tried. he loves and respects her too much, and as much as he hates to admit it, he could never really get off when he had to focus on being the one in charge, even back in school. he has to let go.

i think tashi for sure has a strap on, but i don't think she brings it out very often because it's always a bit of a hassle. i think she saves it for when art has trouble getting hard for her for a week or two straight.

that's when she decides enough is enough, and she fucks him as hard as she always wants him to fuck her (just like patrick used to fuck her).

and it works without fail every time. partially because her husband is a tragic closet case who still believes blowing his best friend is just "healthy experimentation," but more so because it's the most humiliating, submissive position he could possibly be in.

he's just so pathetic, which tashi loves to remind him of when he's got his face buried in the pillows and his unfairly perfect ass in the air. he's so pathetic when he's shooting off in just under three minutes, whining and sobbing and begging her not to stop until his poor, overstimulated cock is filling up again.

now, with patrick, i think art goes back and forth between power bottom and just pure bottom. i don't think there's a world in which having that much control over someone he once looked up to makes him feel comfortable, let alone aroused.

he's so pathetic, and if he's learned to use that to his advantage when he does something to piss tashi off again, well that's no one's business but his own.

but i do think that after new rochelle, he quickly learns that he can use sex to get whatever he wants from patrick. and in the process, he gets even more of what he wants, which is of course: sex with patrick.

like, if patrick is refusing to get out of bed and go on a run with him like tashi told them to, all art has to do is entice him with a blowjob beforehand and messy shower sex after to get him kicking the blankets onto the floor. works like a charm every time.

and of course, when he's tucked between patrick's legs, rutting helplessly into the mattress as he tries to fit all of him down his throat, he finds that it doesn't feel much like a bribe at all.

patrick is just always so good to him. he's sweeter than tashi is most of the time, especially in the way he speaks to him when they do things like that. and sometimes that makes it easier for art to have a little fun fighting back, but most of the time he just relaxes into it and focuses on being as good as he possibly can. he just loves making his partners feel good, even when he's totally only giving them head because he wants something.

so, yeah, art's a bottom through and through (and since patrick's there to give tashi what she's been missing, nobody's complaining anymore).

oh, and they do not end up going on that run.

so, do y'all agree or am i way off with this one?

again, i'm always open to input and/or requests, so if you liked this, i'd be happy to elaborate more! ✨️💕

and i just wanted to add that i am not saying patrick is a dom top to his core. truthfully, i see him as more of a switch, but i do like him topping more, so that's most of what i'll be writing! it's just better for art's pathetic little soul 🥰

XOXO

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY ALISTAIR THEIRIN - PARTY BANTER *  updated version - assorted banter from dragon age: origins

they say you can get anything here. i once got pick-pocketed.

i don't know if i should take you seriously... but you scare me sometimes.

i locked myself in a cage once when i was a child. for an entire day. ahh... good times.

why do they call it a brothel? there's no broth. or is there?

couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? that would be great, thanks.

leave me alone.

i know where babies come from!

what would you do if someone told you that they loved you?

food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that.

we take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. as soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when i know it's done.

we're not going to be mobbed, right? that's not something they do here? mob people?

do you get the feeling things are just getting worse as we go up?

now that's just unnecessary.

i don't think we're alone. i really don't think we're alone.

is it just me, or did i do really badly back there?

excuse me while i begin projectile vomiting.

maybe she was ugly. maybe she had buck teeth. how would we know?

what is that smell? fish? and something else. oh... more fish.

uh-oh. i'm terrible at puzzles.

let's try not to get lost here. places like this can get you turned around.

i think there's something ahead. something big.

i don't even want to imagine where that leads.

you could be an utter moron, for all we know.

it used to get so quiet that i would start screaming until someone came running. i would tell them that i was just checking. you never know, right?

there's a certain allure to danger, isn't there?

i will never get over how quietly you are able to move.

i heard you often seduce your targets.

don't you wish you could have stayed there? to help more people, i mean?

i've never been very good at that. the steeling myself part. i find it better sometimes to just be a little weak. i'm all right with that, really.

i just wanted some advice.

what should i do if... if i think a woman is special...

i am not lost.

do i have a choice?

you find that curious, do you?

that's directed at me, i take it?

have you really been thinking about that all this time?

so let's talk about your mother for a moment.

why do you always go on about how stupid i am? i'm not stupid, am i?

it hurts my manly feelings, you know. all one of them.

you're not even listening to me.

you're joking, right? a five year old could answer that question.

so what's the deal with you and him, anyway? dare i ask?

that... is a ridiculous question.

i figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.

it's moments like this when i truly appreciate the difference between you and me.

you're... you're drunk, aren't you?

how do you manage to be constantly drunk? are we even carrying that much alcohol with us?

i guess a romance between you and i is completely out of the question.

you know a lot of big words.

you wouldn't understand.

don't you ever talk? you know, make polite conversation just to put people at ease?

i spy with my little eye... something that begins with... "G"

are you talking to me?

are we under attack?

i don't have to prove anything to you.

we're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.

can you mend it? when we get back to camp?

i might catch a cold.

that's... one way of looking at it.

i have a hard time believing that.

it's not an outlandish question.

you know, of all the mages i've met you have to be the first one i can honestly say i've really liked.

why are you smiling like that?

i wasn't looking at... you know her... hind-quarters... i gazed. glanced... in that direction, maybe, but i wasn't staring... or really seeing anything even.

i hate you. you're a bad person.

i'm not an idiot. well, not most of the time.

you didn't answer my question.

if you aren't telling me, there must be a reason.

do you mind if i ask you a personal question?

have you... had many women in your time?

how do you... woo them? is there a technique?

i like my hair the way it is, thank you.

we aren't talking about this, are we? did i hit my head?

is that a smirk? are you smirking at me?

well aren't you just chock full of useless trivia today.

i suppose you don't care.

so when this is over, what do you intend to do with yourself?

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Prologue

chapter warnings: nsfw, non-detailed smut (in the first chapter i'm sorry)

i went through about 6 title changes before i settled with sinematic so i'm hoping i don't regret it!! but wow this is going to be a wild ride!! and yes i know i said i would be posting for this fic on mondays and today is sunday but i'm impatient!! :)

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7 months later...

“C’mon y/n!” Your co-worker, and friend, Cass begged as she flopped down onto your couch with a dramatic sigh, “When was the last time you went out?”

“Last month, I went to visit Angela in New York. That was when when I lost my phone and couldn't remember how I got back to her place.” You shrugged, not bothering to look up from your phone.

It was true.

Angela and you still kept in touch after the tour, and so did Shae. They've helped you book gigs, trying to get you back on your feet, but that didn’t stop you from having to still work at the library. 

“Yeah but… I’ve got someone for you to meet! His name is Ciaran, he works in the music industry-” 

You scoff, interrupting her. 

“You’re seriously setting me up on a date? I’ve said before I’m not interested. And I don't think I'm ready.”

“But maybe it’ll help you feel better! That, and he’s already on his way… Please! Just meet him and if you don’t end up liking him then at least tell him that yourself!” 

“I will!” You glared at her, “I’m not ready to meet anyone yet, not after everything that happened... I thought you'd understand.”

“I know, but we can’t just let him down. He’s travelled for this!” 

You sigh, wondering whether it was really worth complaining. All you had to do was show up, chat to this guy for a bit, bore him and watch him leave. It was simple really.

“Fine.” You say, getting up from the couch, “Can you help me find an outfit?”

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Cass helped you put together an outfit for your “date”, one that wasn’t too overdressed but still said you cared enough to put some thought into it. 

The bar you were meeting him at wasn’t far from your home, so you both walked. You felt a little nervous, you hadn’t so much as spoken to a guy since coming home from the tour, and now you were going on a blind date for the first time. You wanted to turn around, go back home to your comfort bubble, but Cass stopped you. 

“You never know, you could be meeting the love of your life tonight!” She teased. 

“Yeah, sure,” you rolled your eyes, “So how do you know him?”

“I kinda… Might have set you up a dating profile.”

“What the fuck-”

“Don’t get mad!” She pleaded, “I just want to see you happy again. When was the last time you smiled?”

“I’ve been quite happy by myself, thank you very much.” You raise an eyebrow, “But I guess since here now…”

You hold the door open for Cass, before following her in. You both look around for this mystery guy, not that you would even know what he looks like. 

“Oh, he’s over there!” 

You looked over, surprised to see a rather attractive guy, and you felt yourself blush a little when he waved over at you. 

“Good luck.” Cass grinned as you walked over to him. 

“Hey,” he smiled, “Wow... You’re even prettier in person.” 

As he stood up to greet you with a hug, you noticed he was about the same height as Vinny- not that you cared. He had light brown hair, and hazel eyes. As he pulled back, you took a second to take in the rest of him. His nose ring, his earring, the rings on his fingers…

“Thanks,” you grin, “What accent is that?”

He smiles as you both sit down. 

“Irish,” he nods, “But I’ve been living over here for nearly ten years so it’s not really that strong anymore.” 

“Oh, cool,” you didn’t know what to say, “So, uh, my friend actually set this up-”

“Oh, yeah I know,” he chuckled, “Do you want a drink?”

“I might just get a lemonade.” 

“Okay., I'll be right back” He smiled, before heading to the bar, leaving you to sit at the table. 

The night ended up to be not so bad afterall, you found yourself kind of liking this guy. He told you he used to sing, then was part of a band, but he’s more of a producer these days. You were really getting along, until you heard the door open and a group of guys walked in.

And instantly, you recognised one of their voices. 

How could you ever forget? 

You suddenly felt hot, a panic washing over you. You didn’t want to turn around and confirm your suspicions, but you couldn’t just sit there and try to ignore him. Not when Ciaran had noticed something wasn’t quite right, frowning at you from across the table.

“Are you okay?” He asked, seeming quite concerned. 

“Uh… Yeah,” you swallowed hard, trying to gather yourself, “I think… I need to go. It’s not you, I’ll explain… I’ll text you when I’m home.” 

You try to give him your sorriest smile, and head for the door, but Cass caught you by the wrist before you could escape. 

“Y/n? What’s happened?” She looked over at Ciaran, who appeared just as confused as she was.

“I need to go, please-”

“But you were getting along so well!” 

“...Vin where are you going?” One of the guys he was with asked, and you gripped your friend's hand tighter. 

“I need to go.” You whispered, your eyes narrowing, “It’s him. Vinny.”

“Which one?!” Her eyes widened, and you shook your head, “The pretty one? Oh girl, how could you turn him down?!”

“Can I just go?”

“If you have to, but don't you think it’ll be a good idea to talk to him?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I haven’t spoken to him in like 7 months. There’s nothing to talk about!”

“Really?” Cass raised an eyebrow. “Well I guess-” 

As she picked her phone up from the bar to get ready to leave, you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder. 

“Ciaran I’m sorry to-”

But as you turned around, you were not met with Ciaran.

This was someone else.

“Y/n?”

“Oh. Vin…?”  

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You weren’t exactly sure how you got here, it was only a matter of minutes since meeting him again in the bar and now you were pushed up against your front door, his lips on your neck and his hands trailing up your skirt as yours worked on unbuttoning his pants. 

“Vinny,” you panted, “Couch.”

“Hmm?” He hummed, before pulling away, “Lead the way.”

You take his hand, leading him into your living room and pulling him down on top of you on the couch, his curls dangling over his face.

Clothes were lost, your bodies pressed against each other as his lips found his way back to yours. You warned him that you haven’t done this in months, you might need to take it slow, and he respected that.

You held him close, your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to fill you. Every hair on your body stood up on end, your eyes screwed shut as you felt him slowly inch into you, asking if you were okay, to which you nodded. 

Nothing had ever felt so right, your legs wrap around his hips, trying to feel more of him as he began moving, pleasure coursing through your veins. Tears filled your eyes, and for a moment you wondered if this was real. An hour ago you were in the bar, talking to a guy you had never met before, and now you were underneath Vinny once again, who you hadn’t seen since summer last year. You had to open your eyes, to double check it was Vinny that was here with you. 

“I love you,” you whispered, feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach, “I’m close, Vin..”

“I know,” he whispered, “Me too.” 

You didn’t know what part of that he was responding to, but in this moment you didn’t care. You only cared that he was back here in your arms, his bare skin on yours, something you had been craving over the months.

Your orgasm washed over you, with the help of his fingers, and it didn’t take long for him to finish either, releasing deep inside you.

Once you had both caught your breath, you exchanged lazy smiles, both agreeing you needed to clean up- and clean your couch.

“Do you want to stay?” You asked as you both stepped into your shower. 

"Yeah," he smiled, “I think that’s a good idea.”

You smiled to yourself as you felt the warm water begin to hit your body, Vin’s hands holding your hips from behind as his lips found your neck again. 

“Think you can go again?” He whispered, smirking as you turned to look at him. 

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You woke up the next morning, surprised to see Vinny was still asleep beside you. It had been a long time since you’ve shared a bed with someone who wasn’t one of your friends.

You couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked as he slept, you ran your fingers through his hair, missing the feeling you had once taken for granted. You couldn’t help but wonder how things could’ve been if you had taken his key that night, if you agreed to make things work between you, but you were just afraid.

Vinny had never really had a public relationship in all the time he had been in the band, and you didn’t want to cause any conflict with his fans when they’d find out he’s dating the girl everybody had assumed was cheating on Noah Sebastian. There’s another name you haven't heard in a while.

You got out of bed, stretching before reaching for your robe, tying around your waist before heading to the kitchen. You smiled to yourself as you thought about making Vin breakfast, something you had never done for anyone before. 

However, your smile quickly faltered when you turned around to see him fully dressed, a sorry look on his face. 

"Morning," you said softly, trying to read his expression. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

Vinny swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. He took a breath before answering.

"Not really, but… Look, last night shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry."

Your heart sank. 

"What do you mean?"

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. 

"I can’t do this, y/n.” His voice was quieter now, like he hated saying the words but knew he had to. "Last night was… fuck, it was amazing. But I’ve only just really started getting over everything that happened..." His gaze flickered to yours, "I didn’t want to show it at the time, I was holding onto the hope that if I ignored it then it wasn’t real, but you hurt me, y/n. Even if it wasn’t your intention, you gave me all this false hope, made me believe I had a chance- then ripped it away and left me with nothing."

You opened your mouth to speak, but he shook his head, stepping back.

"I just don’t want to feel that way again. I can’t put myself through this. I’m so sorry."

"But, Vin-"

"No." His voice was final, thick with something that sounded almost like regret. "I have to go. I wish you the best."

And just like that, he was gone.

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CHAPTER 1 COMING TOMORROW!!

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[muqingslover]

what are the mentioned controversial thoughts about rafayel, if u don't mind sharing?

hello! I noticed quite a few people took interest in that, but guys it's really not anything serious haha! I said controversial just because I don't wanna step on any toes. I'll elaborate on it in general but this is just *MY* opinion.

His story is suuuper angsty and filled with betrayal from MC's side (though she was being manipulated and all that) it's clear that while he does love MC he hasn't fully forgiven her and I don't think he ever will to be honest. He suffered so much because of someone he loves yet he comes back to them but I feel like it's more out of craving, maybe even compulsion, since otherwise all he went through and lost would mean nothing.

Now I'm not saying he doesn't love MC because he absolutely does, I'm just saying the amount of pain he went through caused serious damage and he is allowed to feel hurt and resentful. In-game he's also said a few times about how MC doesn't understand him and I think it's connected to that, how she never fully saw him as a whole. She sees only what he shows her.

I think Rafayel is the only LI I just don't really see with a happy ending because ultimately MC will have to face the consequences of the damage done to him as a whole and he will also have to admit to himself that he doesn't only love her. It's like a love hate relationship by his side and he'd feel conflicted a lot, which I personally like (the angstier the better for me) but I know most people have a mentality where the LI is not allowed to "dislike" the MC and only happy endings are good endings.

Oh I'm still catching up on his lore though! if you guys know more then feel free to share it! I'm always looking for lore blogs or videos so send me them if you know any :)