#idk i just saw the image and thought “what if almost kiss?”

[isawritesshit]

jjk men as disney princes/other male love interests

images taken from various pinterest users. borders created by @anitalenia.

Synopsis: Pretty straightforward! Comparing JJK men to various Disney characters and their relationships with their s/o :)

Warnings and Content: written generally for fem!readers but i feel like it can be taken in any way; overall just fluffy stuff.

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Yuta, Choso, Sukuna, Itadori, Megumi

Author's Note: Hello lovelies! I've returned with my first headcanon post. I hope y'all enjoy it! If you haven't watched any of the character's respective movies you definitely should if you get the chance! I apologize again for falling off the face of the earth (again). I'm on a break from my studies, so I have more time to write. If y'all have any asks or want me to continue any of my other stories, you know where to find me :)

Word Count: ~1.6k

gojo: naveen

y'all saw this coming.

like it was probably your first or second guess let's be real.

gojo has lots of expectations put upon him that he would rather not adhere to/just wants to be able to do his own thing.

the personality lines up pretty well. he's a cocky lil shit sometimes but he genuinely cares.

okay but SPECIFICALLY getting into though

think about this. naveen was only ever a prince to everyone around him. lottie only would've wanted him because he's a prince. dr. facilier only wanted to trick him because of his influence as a prince. even tiana's judgement at first was biased because he's a spoiled rich guy.

however, when he's not seen as a prince, he's able to have fun and relax. he discovers more about himself, and we sympathize. tiana falls in love with him when they're fucking frogs for gods sake, so she falls in love with naveen and not prince naveen.

i think we can all agree that if gojo were to have a long-time partner, it would be someone that sees past him as being the strongest sorcerer. someone he could cut out a separate life with. so it was upon this that i based my decision.

also lowkey, the scene where naveen set up a little date for tiana and was going to propose to her is gojo-coded to me and idk why. i could see him getting flustered and all that cute shit before trying to propose.

geto: kristoff

i'll admit this one didn't hit me at first, but i slowly found myself thinking this makes sense.

let's think about this right?

like sassy, hardworking man doing what he got to do to survive? right, right?

but he has a soft spot for those he cares about ofc, his found family and gojo sven.

also both are estranged from most of society both by circumstance and choice.

bet then idk just something about the scene where he immediately sees that anna might be in danger and he just rushes his ass over and across a frozen fucking lake.

idk

like it could be said for any of the characters listed, but i think that geto wouldn't admit or want to realizes that he cares that much for you until you're put into danger like that.

which sounds bad buuut at the end of the day when you're finally safe and the two of you are together he doesn't want to hesitate to show his affection for you.

both of them are just chef's kiss.

lmk if you agree.

toji: flynn rider

i know i keep saying here me out but HERE ME OUT-

there's just something about a hot criminal yk.

anyways, i was never thinking of this all along, but when i made this connection it sort of surprised me.

like, he would never approach your relationship romantically at first. there would only be something in it for the both of you before he realized he was royally fucked aka falling in love with you.

i feel like the only difference is just toji's over grumpiness but isn't flynn's cynicism almost similar?

furthermore, i think they both became the way they were because of the way society set them up to be with their born circumstances. but with the right person, they're willing to begin to go against that and what they had thought previously about themselves.

idk maybe i'm making a reach with this one.

just let him be loved.

nanami: shang

no brainer in my opinion.

both these bitches are GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS.

but i def think the whole thing playing out between duty and heart would be an interesting dynamic for Nanami's character.

especially when talking about the SECOND MULAN MOVIE WHICH EVERYONE IS SLEEPING ON.

like i'm immediately thinking about the scene in the second movie where everyone thinks shang is dead and then boom he hops out all hot on a horse looking all disheveled and shit

then that got me thinking about season 2 nanami y'all know what im talking aboutttt.

plus having someone to challenge him but also introduce him to new concepts and ideas?? we all know he need dat.

anyways i love hot hardworking men.

yuta: aladdin

idc what anyone says this is the MOST accurate one.

both these dudes was in the TRENCHES when we first meet them, doing what they could with given circumstances.

but when it comes to getting what they want? setting out a goal and achieving it, whether that be to be with the girl he wants or save jujustu fucking society? yes ma'am he'll make sure it gets done. (even if they need a little help sometimes but that's besides the point-)

anyway, i think just the way he would treat you compared to how aladdin treats jasmine would be so similar idk. that sort of boyish shyness that he can get around you while still being able to impress everyone around him with his skillz.

brotha just wants to impress you doh.

he would do anyyyything for you.

choso: tarzan

barking for both of them i swear-

anyways, whole thing i was going after with this was the whole two worlds, one family thing yk? i feel like there are a lot of similarities with both tarzan's and choso's characters for it to make sense?

like he's been caught up in the curse world for so long, that when it comes to you, he needed/wanted to delve more into his human side.

he wants to know your interests, things that are important to you. bonus points if you were to be a jujustu sorcerer because you're supposed to be studying/exorcising curses.

choso really has to make a choice between you and his goals as a curse.

ofc, he's gonna choose you.

also, if we wanna get into to details. the scene where tarzan looks at jane? YOU KNOW WHICH ONE I'M TALKING ABOUT!!

yeah.

sigh anyways.

this one might've gotten a little too literal but i like it.

sukuna: adam (da beast)

okay.

yes the immediate connection was that they're both always angry i will admit.

but let's sit down and tinker with this mmm k?

everyone around both of them fear them. they were both cursed for the great power that they held.

now let's sit and imagine that we replaced him and you into belle and adam's situation? you cannot tell me that shit wouldn't pan out in a similar fashion.

i can irl that attraction to sukuna would not come immediately, but over time. learning about his past and him learning what's important to you, all of these things would contribute to your relationship.

but how could you love someone so terrible? so vile? someone who lived their life tormenting others?

now they said that to belle too.

but people, even monsters, can change under the right circumstances.

anyway, that got really serious.

but on a side note y'all were definitely having stupid arguments starting out just like in beauty and the beast.

and imagine if for whatever reason you saved his life.

oh brother he would never want to admit it.

of course, he would later be thankful for it.

belle and adam are probably my favorite disney couple also, so i liked diving into this.

itadori: hercules

THESE BABIES.

off the bat let's look at the similarities shall we?

both freakishly strong. both determined with a goal/called destiny from a long lost family. both new to the hero game and went through intensive training. both had cool mentors. both sweethearts.

but omg the way that hercules is so DOWN BAD AND IN LOVE with meg ugh. itadori is the same with you when you both meet fr.

and obv they are both extremely awkward but it's really endearing. aww.

but omg they would go BLOW FOR BLOW with any bitch that dare mess with y'all. whether it be some random ass man on the street or sukuna or a curse, itadori can FIGHT.

and we've seen the same thing in the hercules movie too ofc.

i think personality wise they are both similar matches which is why i made almost an instant connection between these two.

but they're also afraid of a lot of things too. they want to complete their goals but don't want anyone around them to die as a product of that. i feel that itadori's mind would think about that constantly with you, similar to how it happens with hercules in the movie and trying to save meg's life.

anywho

megumi: robert

okay now.

if you're thinking to yourself

who's robert

i need you to go get a disney plus subscription or on some random pirating website

and WATCH ENCHANTED

ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED DISNEY MOVIES EVER

and then come back to me and agree with me :)

now obviously it's kinda hard to compare like 15 y/o megumi to a fully grown, single father/divorce lawyer, but i feel like what that story represents in that relationship is sooo good.

megumi's had a very practical/cynical view on life since he was a child, as his circumstances forced him to. he does what he does to take care of his sister and still wants to look after her even after gojo comes around.

robert is someone who's also very practical and takes those views into everything to make sure he's making the right decisions for himself and his daughter. when his daughter asks for a storybook, he gives her a book on successful women. when asked why he hasn't proposed to a woman he's been dating for 5 years, he just wants to be sure in case anything falls apart.

but then you/giselle come along and completely break those realist mentalities, almost instantly. you don't encourage him to let go of what's important but rather view what's important through a happier/more positive lense. through those lenses, he falls for you, even when he never planned to.

like megumi's been through so much, but someone that could rework all of that and get him to relax would be the best thing for him imo.

anyway probably a weird one to end off on but yeah.

how many of y'all agree with me or are there any other ideas y'all had? 🥺

[stratus--clouds]

quick lil edit of them boyfriends ✨

[caxasy]

caleb realized pretty quickly in his life that he had an oral fixation. he would often bite his lip, chew on the chain around his neck, let it dangle from his lips, or even just biting the inside of his cheek. he couldn't pinpoint and tell you where it exactly came from, but he did know he had one.

caleb x male reader : caleb having an oral fixation and using you to relieve that itch in his brain. not meant to be read as something suggestive or sexual, since oral fixations are not inherently either of those things. this was a random thought, but the more i thought about it the more it made sense to me idk. as i said before, not meant to be suggestive or sexual, if you interpret it as so, i can't stop you lol but that wasn't my intention.

hickies are mentioned, but that is its own thing, not entirely connected to or related to the oral fixation aspect...if that makes sense. once you read, i hope it makes more sense and can be intepreted easier than what im trying to say here LMAO ok enogu ramblings, have fun reading about puppy caleb!

— he tried finding ways to curb it, keeping any other part of his body busy to distract from that need to put something in his mouth. but nothing really hit the same as simply sucking on something, like a lollipop or piece of candy.

— so he began carrying around those exact things. and it did work, leaving his mouth constantly busy and putting his mind at ease.

— when the two of you started dating, you noticed that he almost always tasted like apples whenever you kissed. you brushed it off, thinking that it was natural that he’d want to have apple flavored things in his routine (apple flavored toothpaste?, you assumed), but when you caught him popping an apple flavored candy in his mouth, the dots connected.

— you vaguely recalled a conversation you had with him earlier where he told you, “i like to keep my mouth busy.” but he had said that before giving you several hickies, so you just assumed he wasn’t being serious, saying it to set the mood. turns out, him saying that was entirely true and that was him secretly outting himself on his favorite way of keeping his mouth busy.

— caleb found out that there was no better way to keep his fixation satisfied than kissing, sucking, and marking you. this often translated into deep hickies scattered over your neck, even your chest, arms, and stomach. it was not intentional, finding out that way, but once he did find out, oh, he would not stop. it was just a win-win situation!! for him, at least. you had to deal with awkward explanations to everyone you knew why you were so marked up on a random tuesday, when the reality of the situation was never as dirty or naughty as people that saw the markings would think.

“caleb-” you whined, running your hand over your face. you peaked past your fingers and saw that the sun was just rising and shining through the curtains, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“wanted you,” he murmured into your neck before continuing on with his very important task.

it was an amazing plus that whenever he would satiate his oral fixation it would leave you marked up by him. he smirked at the idea and image of you parading his marks around. it only encouraged him to keep going.

too bad you weren't as welcoming to the idea as he was. he pouted when he felt you tug at his roots, forcing him to back off.

“babe,” he whined, swollen red lip jutted out pleadingly, “i was almost done,”

“hell no, last time i went into work with those damn hickies they thought they had to call someone to save me from you,” he rolled his eyes at the explanation.

“okay, not my fault they're idiots. c'mon, i just want my handsome boy to show me off. i worked extremely hard, by the way!”

“nope, not idiots — rightfully concerned individuals are what they saw,” you correct, ignoring his attempts at flattery and begging at the end of his sentence. without giving him a second to think, you were pushing him off of you so could wipe your neck clean of his saliva.

“heyyy, don't leave, i wasn't done yet!!”

“you are now, you blood sucking puppy,”

he just pouts, hugging a pillow as he watches you stress over his markings. then a dreamy smile comes onto his face, “so handsome.”

— starts sucking your fingers. it was a curious part of him that wondered if it’d be like sucking a lollipop. it was genuinely pure intentions behind it.

you two were laying on the couch together, his head on your chest as you scrolled through your moments feed to entertain both you and him.

your hand was resting in front of him and he noticed how well kept your fingers were. cuticles clean, fingernails just trimmed, and hands soft. they were in his mouth before he even realized it.

you blinked at the warm sensation around your fingers. but then you saw how calm and serene his expression was, settling on just smiling at him.

“cute little puppy,” you commented, momentarily dropping your phone on the cushion and petting his hair down.

he leaned into your touch as he held your other wrist captive in his tight hold.

“i’m taking my fingers out of your mouth in five minutes though, no way you're gonna prune me up,” he pouted around your fingers but just rested his head back on your chest.

you pulled your phone back up to entertain you both, the fingers that were resting in his mouth pressing down on his tongue ever so lightly every now and then to throw him off.

hey, if he was going to suck on your fingers as if they were a lifeline, you could mess with him for a bit.

— caleb’s kisses are almost always slow, sensual, and intimate. he likes actually feeling you against him. to him it’s not only a display of his affection for you and vice versa, but also the opportunity to truly feel your presence. closing his eyes and starting off slow, he pecks your lips softly with his own. it’s cute, innocent. then he becomes concentrated. genuinely concentrated on you and the feeling of your lips against his. from there he becomes eager and when caleb gets eager, it turns messy.

he had been straddling your lap for about twenty minutes now. making out the entire time he was situated there. one of his hands was on your chest and the other carded through your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you. yours were resting on his thighs, squeezing every now and then.

the kisses by now were messy. drool glistening on both of your lips and a string of saliva visible each time you broke away from each other. and each time you pulled away, you’d smile seeing the cutely concentrated look on caleb’s face before he too opened his eyes.

“stop laughing at me,” he says, words coming out slightly sputtered due to his breath being uneven.

“’m not laughing at you, pretty boy,” he practically melted at the term of endearment, forehead falling onto your shoulder, “you’re just so cute,”

“shut up, stupid,” he says quietly, feeling uncharacteristically bashful.

then your palm went to his check, forcing him to look at you. your thumb traced his bottom lip, making him even more pliant to your touch. gently, you pressed your thumb inside of his mouth, smiling as his lips closed around you. the rare times caleb was obedient to your touch.

“love you,” you say, smiling when you feel his teeth dig into your skin. not enough to be painful, but hard enough for you to feel the physical affect your words have on him.

he swirls his tongue around you, mixing in the soothing feeling of his tongue gliding over on your digit with the sharp ends of his teeth. then, he’s dropping his jaw and moving his head to draw your wet thumb across the side of his cheek. an act that screams how loudly this man yearns for your touch.

“i love you more,” he says in a raspy tone that makes your grin only grow wider. naturally, your passionate kiss resumes and he's eager to feel you as intimately as possible again.

— caleb loves keeping his mouth busy and his favorite ways of relieving that itch always involved you. no matter how, he wanted to feel you in his mouth. it was an otherworldly satisfaction that he couldn’t even begin to describe in words.

[skywalkerslvt]

Hiii i have another request. ❤️

I was wondering if maybe you could write something where kinda dom peter parker and reader are like in a VERY secret friends with benefits relationship and it’s just very steamy and they can’t keep their hands off each other….. Like maybe he’s in a situationship with someone else so no one can know? Idk take your liberties with this ask

a/n: Julia, this is sounding familiar 👀 i'm liking the vibes tho, this was hot 🤭 hope u enjoyyyy (btw sorry it took so long to get to this, life has been busy and the writers block goes crazy)

CW: fwb!peter, cheating, almost getting caught, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v, 1k words

It’s a stupid idea. A reckless, dangerous, completely fucked-up idea. But that’s never stopped you before.

Peter’s got a thing with someone else—some girl who smiles at him like he’s the best thing to ever happen to her, someone who gets to hold his hand in public and laugh at his jokes without worrying who’s watching. You’re not that girl. You’re the secret, the thing he buries behind locked doors and bitten-off moans, the one he comes to when the weight of playing nice gets too heavy.

And you should care. You should feel guilty, or jealous, or anything besides the molten heat pooling in your stomach when he drags you into the nearest dark corner, his hand already sliding up your thigh, his breath hot against your ear. But when he whispers, “You gonna let me have you again?”—low, teasing, so damn cocky—you don’t even hesitate before nodding. Because no matter how bad of an idea this is, you always let him.

He drags you off to a small bathroom, pushing you up against the door roughly, the sounds of the party on the other side of the door now forgotten to you as he captures your lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. His hands are everywhere, the heat of them against your skin dulling the guilt you feel about–don’t think about her.

Images of Peter walking through the front door with his arm around his girlfriend flood your mind. This was risky–too risky. Peter came here with that poor girl, holding her hand and joking around with her friends only to leave her alone when he saw you nursing your drink and watching him from the corner of the room. He gave you a look before sauntering down the hallway, knowing you’d follow him like a lost puppy–he knew you’d jump on him at any opportunity.

His lips trail down your neck, hot and hungry, his teeth grazing just enough to make you shudder. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be letting him do this, not when she’s probably still out there looking for him. But Peter’s hands are gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, and it makes you feel wanted—needed—in a way that twists something deep in your gut.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against your skin, his tone smug as his hands slip under the hem of your dress, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of your thighs. “You like knowing I left her out there for you?”

You swallow hard, but you don’t answer. You don’t have to. The way your body reacts to him, the way you arch into his touch, says enough. He chuckles, and the sound is low, dark, full of something almost cruel.

“That’s what I thought.”

Peter’s mouth is hot against your skin, his fingers curling inside you with a practiced ease that makes your knees threaten to give out. His free hand presses against your hip, keeping you pinned between him and the door, and you can feel the smirk on his lips as he kisses a path down your throat.

“Always so good for me,” he murmurs, his breath warm and teasing. His fingers speed up just enough to make your breath hitch. “Bet you’d let me do whatever I wanted right now, huh?”

You want to answer, but the pleasure is too much, your words dissolving into a whimper that only feeds his ego. He chuckles, nipping at your collarbone. “That’s what I thought.”

And then—knock knock knock.

You freeze. Peter stills against you, but only for a second before he recovers, his hand slipping over your mouth. Your wide eyes meet his, heart hammering as you both register the voice on the other side of the door.

“Peter?”

His girlfriend.

His fingers twitch inside you, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he looks amused, his smirk deepening as he keeps his palm firm against your lips.

He clears his throat, voice coming out light, easy. “Yeah?”

Your stomach twists as she sighs. “What are you doing in there? I’ve been looking for you.”

You squirm against him, panic creeping up your spine, but Peter just shushes you softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if he’s comforting you. Then, in a move so shameless it makes your breath hitch, he moves his fingers again.

A slow, deliberate stroke, like he’s testing you.

Your entire body jolts, and he grins, his eyes dark with amusement as he leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “Be good for me,” he whispers.

“Peter?” His girlfriend’s voice is confused now, a little concerned.

He huffs like he’s annoyed. “I just needed a second. Got a little too much to drink.”

There’s a pause. Your pulse pounds as you fight to stay silent, your body trembling from the effort.

“Oh,” she says finally. “Do you need me to get you some water?”

Peter’s fingers move again, a lazy stroke, and it takes everything in you not to let out a sound. He watches you with dark amusement, clearly enjoying your struggle.

“Nah,” he says smoothly. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Another pause. Then, finally: “Okay… don’t take too long.”

You both listen as her footsteps fade down the hall. Peter waits a second, tilting his head like he’s making sure she’s really gone. And then—he pulls his hand from your mouth, his smirk widening as he takes in your flushed, wrecked state.

“See?” he murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His fingers leave you to unbuckle his belt, his hand reaching in his pants to pull the thick length of him out. When he finally slides inside your warm, wet, cunt, you gasp, head falling back against the door. He shushes you, nipping at your jaw as he works you open with a slow, teasing thrust. You should tell him to stop. You should shove him away, walk out of here and leave him to his perfect little relationship.

But you don’t.

Because the truth is, no matter how stupid, and reckless, and completely fucked up this is, you don’t care if this is wrong. You don’t care if she’s waiting for him.

Right now, he’s here with you. And that’s all that matters.

[delulusionwl]

♡ I Can't Keep You Off My Diary ─ pt ii

♡ I Can't Keep You Off My Diary ─ pt i Pairing ── Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader! | Apollo!Daughter Word ── 4k Synopsis ── In wich Clarisse see drawings of herself in reader's diary, and after beign ignored for long days, confronts the Apollo daughter. Warnings ── Nothing, I believe. Pls let me know if I should warn something! A bit of angst? Idk. Maybe a kiss? This is a kiss warning. A/n ── Hello my fave demigods, this is delulu again lol! Finally dropped the second part of "I Can't Keep You Off My Diary". Huge thanks for all the love and kudos on the last post! ♡ I'm excited to bring more about the characters from pjo (and other series too, pls let me know if you have someone in mind) Images are not mine, so credit goes to the respective owners. English is not my native language, so sorry in advance if I messed anything up! *Y/n/n = Your nickname

Mortified. Disoriented. Shocked. Stunned. Devastated.

Y/n could list these and thousands of other words to describe her current state. The girl walked with heavy, deep steps toward her cabin, unintentionally ignoring some people who greeted her along the way. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, her face completely red, and the color even reached her ears.

"Worst. Day. Ever." Y/n thought, gritting her teeth in embarrassment as soon as her feet crossed the threshold of the cabin, slamming the door behind her without even noticing, drawing the attention of some of her siblings who were nearby.

The dark-haired girl marched to her bed and threw herself face down, screaming into the pillow as she thrashed on the mattress, angry, reliving the scene and becoming even more embarrassed.

The other children of Apollo who were in the cabin watched the scene with question marks above their heads, seeing Y/n bang her arms and legs on the bed while her face was buried in the pillow, muffling her scream. Anyone who saw her would think she was just angry and dissipating the feeling instead of hitting someone and getting a punishment from Chiron. But we know what was really happening.

As soon as Y/n stopped thrashing on the bed, she let out a muffled sigh and let her limbs collapse onto the mattress, while her mind replayed the scene over and over again.

"Y/n?" Grace, the girl with caramel-golden skin and eyes that blended green and amber, approached, sitting on her sister's bed. "What happened?" She finally asked, and with the silence in the cabin, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone there wanted to know the reason for the commotion since Y/n wasn't usually like this. She rarely fought, and if she had to settle some scores, she'd do it in Capture the Flag. But everyone thought, "Finally, something got Y/n really upset?"

"Grace..." Y/n muttered, muffled, embarrassed, and almost on the verge of tears. "Grace, I’m mortified. I’ll never leave this cabin. Never."

Grace let out a nasal laugh and adjusted Y/n’s thick dark hair, which was slightly wavy from all the mess until she reached the cabin. "What happened that’s so bad?" She asked again, adjusting her sister's hair as she lay face down on the bed.

Grace's touch was so gentle and warm that Y/n felt a little calmer, and the gold-decorated nails on Grace’s fingers—since she had been playing with Emma and a gold pen—seemed to reflect all the girl's shine and the surrounding atmosphere.

Y/n lifted her head slightly and saw her closed diary on the bed, a little further away from Grace, and that was enough for her to mumble and bury her face back into the pillow, crying. Grace noticed Y/n's look and raised an eyebrow.

Everyone in the cabin knew about Y/n's diaries. It wasn't just one. Over the years, the girl had accumulated more and more, and the pages of the notebooks always seemed to run out too quickly, even though she had never torn a single page.

"It looks perfectly fine to me," Grace said, observing the notebook but not touching it. An unspoken rule about the Apollo cabin was: don’t touch other people’s things without permission, and the demigods there took it seriously, except for the younger or newer ones who sometimes broke the "silent rule"—but nothing a simple conversation couldn’t fix afterward. "Let me guess. Did someone read your diary?" Grace asked, hearing another scream from Y/n, who tried to bury herself even further into the mattress, causing the other girl to laugh.

Grace looked at the other siblings, waving them off gently. She’d be the one to calm Y/n down. The rest of the children of Apollo went back to what they were doing without any fuss.

"Was it that bad?" Grace asked.

"Bad?" Y/n sat up from the bed clumsily, her face still red. "Grace, it was horrible! Gods! I can never leave this cabin again. Never, got it? Damn, why did it happen like this?" Y/n said, crying and embarrassed, covering her face with her hands.

"Can I see?" Grace asked, even though she thought her request would be denied. But after a sigh, Y/n nodded silently.

That was enough for Grace to carefully pick up the notebook and open it, discreetly so the others wouldn't see what she was looking at. After flipping past just the first blank page, she finally understood why Y/n was almost as red as a tomato.

"Oh..." Grace said, surprised, flipping through the notebook, which made Y/n mutter. "Okay. Who saw this? The Aphrodite cabin or Ares? Gods, I don’t even know which is worse."

"Clarisse herself," Y/n said quietly, which left Grace even more surprised. "And two of her brothers."

"Oh!" Grace said, closing the notebook, earning a disgruntled and embarrassed murmur from her sister.

"I know..." Y/n said tiredly, still feeling flushed, and hugged her pillow. "I can't believe this is happening," she said, crying.

"It’s still no reason to lock yourself in here," Grace laughed, leaving the notebook aside on the bed, still smiling. "Since when...?"

"Honestly? I don’t know. It was just one day I started drawing her, and in the end... I just didn’t stop." Y/n said, feeling guilty, not looking at her sister.

"You know what this is, right?" Grace asked with an even bigger smile, catching the attention of the other girl, who was still punishing herself. Without words, the girl with the gold-painted nails and fingers made a heart shape with her index fingers in the air.

"Grace, it’s not funny."

"It’s not meant to be funny. Well, maybe just a little..."

"Seriously, by now, everyone at camp must know." Y/n said, hugging her legs and the pillow. "How embarrassing..."

"Don’t feel that way. I bet this will be an episode that won’t spread." Grace tried to ease Y/n’s worries. "Clarisse will take care of anyone who starts talking, so relax. She’d never let her own siblings tease her. But then again, maybe it’s not just you." The girl said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?"

"Clarisse has been giving you some glances." Grace traced her finger around Y/n’s face with a smile.

"Grace!" Y/n rolled her eyes. "No way."

"I’m serious, even the Aphrodite cabin has noticed. But we’re all keeping quiet for our own good, of course." The girl let out a little laugh. "Who would've thought..."

"Don’t get carried away."

"Not my fault." Grace raised her hands in surrender, still laughing softly. "Don’t take it too seriously, Y/n/n. Lie down and rest until dinner." Her words earned a grumble from Y/n, which made Grace laugh and pat her sister’s shoulder as she got up to finish her own things.

On the other hand, Alec and Darius had been giving Clarisse mischievous and amused glances from the moment they started heading to the Hephaestus workshop until they returned to their cabin. However, before they could enter, Clarisse blocked the door, her death stare aimed at both brothers.

"If you open your mouths..." The girl said, irritated, pointing at each of them, who barely managed to hold back their laughter.

"Relax, Clari." Darius said, unable to control his chuckle for much longer.

"Nothing’s coming out of my mouth." Alec said in response, slightly better at keeping his excitement in check.

"Try anything and you’ll be dead by morning." Clarisse said, storming into the cabin like a hurricane, throwing herself onto the couch in the strategy area, ignoring the others who were around.

One of her sisters, unaware of what had just happened, joined Clarisse to plan for the upcoming Capture the Flag game, as Clarisse was the one who practically designed all the strategies. However, even though she tried, the girl wasn’t paying attention to what her sister was saying. Every now and then, she simply nodded silently, her mind drifting back to what had happened earlier that morning.

Clarisse didn’t want to admit it. Maybe she never would, not even in death, but she had enjoyed looking at the drawings in Y/n’s diary. As soon as her eyes landed on the lines that curved and outlined her own face on the white pages, she felt the world stop for a brief moment while her heart raced like never before.

"Damn." The daughter of Ares thought, feeling her heart beat a little faster as she remembered the image of herself above faceless bodies, holding her spear high, adorned with a beautiful armor. May the gods not hear her, but she wanted that drawing for herself. "What am I thinking?"

"Clarisse?" Joscelin asked, bringing Clarisse’s attention back, her cheeks slightly flushed. "What do you think?"

Clarisse swallowed imperceptibly, furrowing her brows and adjusting herself on the couch, nodding. "Sure." The daughter of Ares agreed without even hearing what the other had said.

Then, Joscelin spoke again, but Clarisse’s thoughts drifted back to what had happened. The girl remembered the pressed and dried rose that was on one of the pages, the same page with her drawing, smiling gently, with the same rose in her hair.

Clarisse suppressed a breath. "Was that flower meant for me?" She wondered internally, feeling something strange in her stomach. That sensation only grew stronger when she thought that she wanted that flower for herself. After that last thought, the daughter of Ares stood up quickly, heading straight for the door and making her way to the camp’s training area, even as she heard Joscelin call out, "Clarisse?!"

"What’s with her?" Joscelin asked, looking at the others, who had finally noticed how quickly Clarisse had left the cabin. Some shrugged and didn’t care, but Darius and Alec exchanged mischievous looks. Reading each other’s minds. "Dumb and Dumber, what do you know about this?" Joscelin asked the two.

"It’s a secret." Darius said, not bothered by his sister’s joke, which made Alec laugh even more.

"Spill it." Joscelin said.

"Not even dead, literally. Clarisse would kill us." Alec replied, laughing even more, and soon Darius joined in. As the two left to do their own thing, still chuckling, Joscelin rolled her eyes and pushed it aside, hoping that whatever it was, it hadn't messed with Clarisse's mind for the Capture the Flag game.

Clarisse, nervously caught up in her own thoughts, hurried with quick steps to the camp's training area, quickly donning the mandatory safety gear and grabbing a random sword just to start delivering fast and strong strikes to her usual training dummy.

The girl tried to focus only on her task of hitting the poor dummy, but her thoughts always returned to the same place. To the same memory. And each time it happened—which was many—her strikes grew faster and more powerful.

The demigods passing by and training nearby watched with some concern, but of course, none were brave enough to say anything to Clarisse. Some even chose to cut their training short, not wanting to be the next target of the daughter of Ares.

After several minutes of trying to shake her thoughts, Clarisse sighed and set aside her strikes, glaring at the dummy in frustration. She was finally thinking about the beginning. Since Y/n’s arrival at camp and how Clarisse had never been so aggressive or petulant with her "jokes."

Her heart raced as she noticed things about herself connected to Y/n. Finally, everything made sense; it was even clearer now. "Do I like Apollo on mute?" The girl thought, a crease forming between her brows.

With that question ringing in her mind, she scanned the area with little interest, trying to find answers, until she saw a small group of Apollo’s children heading somewhere, and Clarisse tried to spot Y/n among them.

A snap happened in her curly-haired head as she blinked a few times, remembering she’d been looking for Y/n in the camp pavilion, just like she used to look for her by the celebratory bonfires. She remembered herself tracing the contours of Y/n with her eyes, noting how she blended into the surroundings and how she seemed to shine under the sunlight, covered by her less colorful features. She recalled that whenever she saw Y/n, she would go up to her and pour out her weird jokes, each one becoming less teasing and rude than the last, unlike how she treated other demigods.

Clarisse didn’t know when this had started, but she knew it had happened. "I like Apollo on mute," she thought.

The girl didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t happy either. It was a new feeling, a bit uncomfortable, her stomach felt strange. Clarisse had heard about what it was like to like someone, and before, she’d felt those same sensations, only for battle, the taste of future victory. Clarisse, like all other children of Ares, had been in love with the fight, but now, she was in love with one of Apollo’s daughters.

"How ironic." Clarisse chuckled to herself, but without showing a smile.

Noticing the day had finally turned dark, Clarisse took off her gear and placed it in its rightful place, heading toward the pavilion while thinking that she should do something about this.

When she arrived, she saw the usual gathering of demigods, most of them already sitting, while others prepared their food. As always, her eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for the presence of a certain someone, and it didn't take long before her eyes landed on who she was looking for. Y/n.

The daughter of Apollo was looking around the pavilion like a frightened animal, tapping her foot on the ground as she grabbed her food from the buffet beside some of her siblings. As soon as their eyes met, Y/n gasped and widened her eyes, quickly moving away from the buffet area and squeezing into her siblings to make her offering, doing so quickly to avoid giving Clarisse the chance to move from her spot.

"Hey!" Brandon complained, holding his plate tightly before Y/n nearly knocked it over in her haste, but he was ignored.

"Sorry, Dad, this will be quick." Y/n said, making her offering, burning part of her food in the fire before almost running to her cabin’s table.

Before Clarisse could make her way to the Apollo table, her attention was diverted.

"Clari, grab your plate and come on!" Olivia, one of her sisters, said as she passed by.

Reluctantly, the daughter of Ares did as she was told, seeing that everyone in her cabin was eager about the upcoming Capture the Flag game, and any place was good enough for them to talk about it. Even in the crowded pavilion, just to put fear into the other demigods.

Her eyes stayed on Y/n, who quickly averted her gaze from Clarisse and nervously tried to start a conversation with her siblings. The daughter of Ares thought to herself, "Not today, but tomorrow you won't escape."

Clarisse grabbed her food, made her offering, and sat at her cabin's table, listening to her siblings talk and occasionally joining in the conversations, with her eyes always drifting back to the Apollo cabin's table.

♡

"Tomorrow," Clarisse thought angrily, eyeing her spear as she donned her vest for Capture-the-Flag. "Tomorrow, you won't escape." She mimicked her thoughts from weeks ago in a low, sharp voice, almost rolling her eyes, still irritated.

"What’s this, Clarisse? Talking to yourself?" Liam asked, lightly amused, still inside the cabin along with a few other Ares kids who were getting ready for Capture-the-Flag, which was about an hour away.

"None of your business," Clarisse grumbled.

"Hey, take it easy!" Liam replied with a grin. "Me and the others are heading out. Whatever’s been on your mind all this time, shake it off—we’ve got a flag to catch today." Liam said as he left the cabin, followed by three other siblings who continued chatting among themselves, causing Clarisse to roll her eyes.

Clarisse couldn't help but recall Y/n avoiding her like a camper avoiding an unexpected mission. The daughter of Apollo seemed to have adjusted her entire schedule to avoid bumping into Clarisse, from combat training to history lessons. But Clarisse was waiting for the moment to approach—when she would find Y/n walking through camp, carefree.

It had happened a few times, of course. But whenever Y/n made eye contact with Clarisse, she did one of the following: 1) She would sprint off like a madwoman, disappearing after just a few seconds. Clarisse remembered how fast Y/n was after their physical training sessions together, and now she found herself cursing Y/n's agility. 2) She would latch onto any nearby demigod and start talking nonsense, pulling them away from Clarisse. Y/n was good at starting and maintaining conversations, even though she wasn’t surrounded by friends. And of course, all of this was getting under Clarisse’s skin.

Irritated, Clarisse got out of bed and marched toward the field where they usually prepared for Capture-the-Flag. Only a few demigods were around, and those who were kept their distance, sensing the stormy mood of Clarisse.

However, it wasn't until she passed one of the cabins that she glanced to the side and saw someone else also heading to the field—it was Y/n, distracted as she examined her bow, her divine gift.

Clarisse quickened her pace silently, closing the distance until she reached Y/n and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the nearest cabin, hearing the surprised murmur from the daughter of Apollo.

As soon as the daughter of Ares pinned Y/n against the wall, Y/n’s eyes widened in shock.

"C-Clarisse?" Y/n asked nervously, her cheeks starting to heat up as she remembered that earlier in the day, she had picked up her diary again just to doodle something. But before she knew it, her hand had sketched Clarisse, stunned with the notebook in her hands. And once again, she recalled what had happened weeks before.

"No. Apollo, I’m going to pull the sun out of my pocket." Clarisse responded sarcastically. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Avoiding?" Y/n asked. "I’m not avoiding you… what are you talking about?" The daughter of Apollo laughed nervously, swallowing hard, not meeting Clarisse's gaze.

Clarisse looked at her seriously, causing Y/n to feel flustered and shyly glance at her, starting to feel embarrassed.

"The diary," Clarisse began after a brief pause, and that was enough to make Y/n almost jump out of her skin.

"Forget about it. I—I didn’t want you to see that, it was a secret... but even if it wasn't, you..." Y/n started nervously, trying to fix what had happened, but her words were enough to make Clarisse slam her hand against the wood behind Y/n, close to her head, causing the daughter of Apollo to shrink back.

"Let me speak?" Clarisse said, annoyed. "I see the damn diary and then you run off like... I don’t know, a satyr running from a flood?" Her narrowed eyes were locked on Y/n’s, who swallowed hard.

"Sorry," Y/n muttered softly, which earned a sarcastic, nasal laugh from Clarisse.

"You gave me one hell of a headache, girl."

"It wasn't... my intention," Y/n whispered, avoiding the girl in front of her, who was still slightly leaning against the wood that Y/n's back was pressed against. "Clarisse, just... forget it, okay?" Y/n said, preparing to walk back to where all the demigods were already gathered, waiting for the game to begin.

"You’re not going anywhere until I’m done talking." Clarisse said seriously, pushing Y/n back into place with her finger on her shoulder. "What? You think you can sketch all these things about me and not face me?" This made Y/n mutter under her breath.

"I didn’t want you to see!" Y/n grumbled, a little irritated, but still embarrassed, and Clarisse let out a nasal, sarcastic laugh at the pink tint of the girl’s cheeks, along with her slight irritation. "Besides, you shouldn’t care about what I draw in my diaries." Y/n swallowed hard, trying to maintain a confident and unshaken pose.

"Concern isn’t exactly what I’m feeling." Clarisse shrugged, her sharp, penetrating gaze locked on Y/n’s. "But you have a reason for it. Why am I in your diary? And don’t tell me I’m just a model because that won’t fly."

"A-a... Well... y-you..." Y/n tried to respond, glancing nervously at Clarisse, anxious and embarrassed. She soon remembered Grace making a heart with her fingers, feeling her face burn even hotter as her heart raced in her chest. "Argh, it was a mistake. Forget it."

Y/n tried to move away from Clarisse once more, but the other girl simply pressed her other hand against the wooden wall—still holding her spear firmly in her fist, trapping Y/n between her arms.

"C-Clarisse... the game," Y/n tried to remind the girl, looking at her arms on either side of her body.

"You’re not convincing me," Clarisse said, acting as if the proximity didn’t affect her, but in truth, her heart was pounding. Having Y/n so close made the butterflies in her stomach feel stronger, and the soft scent of Y/n's perfume was very pleasing. "And besides, I told you, you're not leaving until I’m done talking."

Y/n swallowed hard, breathing shakily with Clarisse’s closeness. Her heart was also racing, and the girl clenched her fists tightly—one of them wrapped around her bow with the same intensity, trying to keep Clarisse from noticing just how much more nervous she was.

"I’m waiting. Why am I in your diary?" Clarisse asked softly, with a nearly feline tone, trying to prove her point.

Y/n swallowed hard, taking in every detail of the close Clarisse, still trapped between her arms, knowing her mind would store all the details of this moment to draw in her diary. Once more. Perhaps one last time.

The daughter of Apollo lowered her gaze to Clarisse’s lips, which were close but still far enough. The same lips now curled into a small smile, perhaps a playful one this time, but with a touch less malice than when she was ready to tease some demigod.

Y/n thought, trembling and out of breath, finally confirming to herself why Clarisse had appeared in so many pages of her diaries: I like Clarisse.

"Cat got your tongue?" Clarisse asked, tilting her head, trying to catch Y/n’s eyes with her own. She was enjoying pulling these reactions from the daughter of Apollo.

"I like you," Y/n blurted out quickly, holding her breath and closing her eyes, afraid of what she might see next. But Clarisse smiled wider this time, satisfied—yet still entertained. "A-and I know it’s not mutual, so let’s just ignore this and move on—"

Before Y/n could nervously continue speaking, with her eyes tightly shut, Clarisse interrupted by placing one of her free hands on the heated, red face of the girl, silencing her with a simple, soft kiss.

Y/n’s eyes widened as she felt Clarisse’s soft lips against hers, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was even possible. With her free hand, the daughter of Apollo held the other girl’s forearm, closing her eyes and kissing her back, still trembling and anxious.

Clarisse was being gentle, knowing how easily Y/n got scared of things—this was proven by all her escapes over the past weeks. So, the girl kept the kiss soft and slow, gently stroking Y/n's face with her thumb before releasing her, easing away. Gentle and careful—two things Clarisse never thought she’d act like with anyone. But here she was, with the daughter of the sun, who more and more lit her up with her inner sunlight.

The daughter of Ares pulled away, her face slightly flushed, as she watched Y/n open her eyes and take a deep breath, swallowing hard, which made Clarisse chuckle softly, a smug grin on her face.

"Sorry," Clarisse began to say, and her words made Y/n tilt her head in confusion, not understanding why Clarisse was apologizing or how that word even left her lips—since it was so unlike her. "But I’m not going to lose the Capture the Flag just because you’re on the opposing team. Next time, I want you on my team." Clarisse said with that same cocky smile, stepping away from Y/n and looking her up and down, which made the daughter of Apollo feel even more embarrassed. "I’ll see you after the game, Apollo on mute, I want to take a second look at your diary. And don’t even think about running away from me again."

With that, the daughter of Ares turned her back and started making her way back to the playing field, leaving behind a breathless and embarrassed Y/n, her mind racing at full speed, knowing that her diary would soon have page after page dedicated to Clarisse.

Because the daughter of Apollo couldn't keep the daughter of Ares out of it.

< Part 1

[sky-is-the-limit]

P: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

S: Moral of the story: Don't fall in love with someone else's wife.

CW:Public M!Masturbation and angst.

WC: 1574 words

Notes: I wanted to write something angsty and sad and then I ended up with Kyle touching himself, idk man.

Kyle had never known betrayal could taste so sweet and bitter all at once.

The sweat dripped down his face, mingling with the bloodied knuckles, drenching his shirtless body and trickling down his back to soak into the waistband of his shorts. A mess.

Most soldiers had retired to their rooms but Kyle stayed, punishing himself with every rep, every set, trying to drown out the thoughts that threatened to swallow him whole.

It was you. It was always you and he hated this, every fucking second of it.

You visited the base often, bringing a lightness that seemed to brighten even the darkest corners of his mind. He wasn't a poet, the furthest from it, really.

But if he had to describe it, he'd say that you had a way of laughing that made the world feel less.. dark.

The young Sergeant cherished those moments with you like the world's greatest treasure.

When you laughed at his awful jokes, your head would tilt back, your laughter ringing through the room to warm his heart to the fullest.

Sometimes, your hand would rest lightly on his shoulder, a touch so casual yet so intimate it made him ache with wanting more. It was the little things, like how you always made sure to save him a plate of the delicious food you brought for your husband, it made him feel special, important.

You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but it wasn't just your looks. Not really.

It was your warmth, your humour, the genuine way you treated everyone around you. You had an aura that drew people in, a lightness that made the harsh realities of his world seem bearable, even only for a moment.

When you smiled at him, it felt like the sun breaking through a storm.

Every glance from you, every word you spoke, sent his heart spinning and his thoughts into chaos. He was completely absorbed by you, caught up in a love so intense that all his morals faded away.

But it was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Kyle dropped the weights with a heavy thud, leaning against the wall for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He closed his eyes, trying to banish the image of you from his mind but like always, it was useless.

You were imprinted there, like a brand on his soul. No amount of integrity or self-restraint could erase that.

Not even John Price himself.

How could he feel this way about you? How could he let himself fall in love with you? You were his Captain’s wife.

The more Kyle encountered you, the deeper his resentment towards John grew. He felt disgusted with himself, a traitor to the man he admired most.

Captain Price was his leader, his mentor, his brother in arms who had saved his life more times than he could count. He would follow him into the gates of hell without a second thought.

How could he betray him like that?

Yet, every time he saw you, it all crumbled down and he hated himself a little more.. He knew that he was the one at fault here, the one who felt like a parasite in a situation where he had no right to intrude.

Sinking onto the bench, Kyle’s shirtless body felt the harsh contrast between the cool, hard surface and the sweat soaking his skin. Leaning back, he tried to steady his breath but his mind kept drifting back to you. What a nasty habit.

The thought of you with his Captain tonight was almost too much for him to handle. He couldn’t help but imagine his hands on you, roaming with a possessive hunger as a woman like you deserved.

Was your dear husband touching you like he wished he could? Making you shiver and gasp under his touch?

He pictured the older man's lips on your neck, leaving hot, lingering kisses to the naked skin that he wished he could decorate with his marks instead.

Were you moaning, arching your back in response, your breath hitching as he explored you slowly? Was Price’s breath hot against your ear, whispering things that made you ache and beg for more?

As the images played out in his mind, Kyle gripped his thigh tightly, trying to keep himself in check but his breath came in uneven, heated grunts.

Blood rushed down between his legs and he could feel himself hardening with every passing second.

Despite the shame and guilt gnawing at him, in that moment, he was overwhelmed by the raw, unabashed need to have you. Some part of him felt like he deserved it.

At that moment, he didn't care about how wrong it was or the betrayal. Alone in his loneliness, with only your thoughts to keep him company, he let himself indulge in the ghost of you.

''If I could show you… fuck-'' He murmured, his voice raw and thick.

His trembling hand slid down to his inner thigh, lifting the hem of his shorts just enough to feel the heated skin beneath and allowed his thoughts to run wild, vividly painting scenes of you with every touch.

It wasn't hard to do nowadays. A few months ago the shame would make him stop. Now, it was as easy as loving you. Picturing the sensation of your nails digging into his back, the intense pleasure of each slow and powerful thrust inside you..

Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

In his mind, every movement had you arching beneath him, your moans growing louder and more urgent. He could almost hear your voice, feel your warmth, taste your wetness and sense the way you'd cling to him, your hands sliding over his sweat-slicked skin.

It didn't take long for Kyle to trail his hand up to his waistband, clearly impatient and unable to hold back any longer.

He knew what he was doing was disgraceful, humiliating. Someone could walk in at any moment but he didn't care. Clearly, the urgent neediness inside him drowned out any sense of caution or shame.

With his free hand, he fumbled for his phone and unlocked it with shaky fingers. It took only a moment to find the saved photograph of you, one he had stalked from your Facebook profile.

''My beautiful girl.'' The words barely escaped his lips as his gaze lingered on your image, eyes tracing the lines of your smile and the warmth in your eyes.

The Sergeant's breaths grew shallow and uneven, struggling to distinguish whether the wetness against his skin was from sweat or the precum leaking from his cock.

Spreading his legs wider on the bench, he moved his hand embarrassingly desperate, dragging his thumb in slow, circular motions over the slick head before tracing the large vein above it.

Each movement smeared the precum down the length of him, the smooth glide fueling his madness whilst he coated himself top to bottom, imagining your neck, your breasts, your legs. Every detail of you driving him to a level of insanity he could not come back from. Not that he wanted to.

Fuck Price, fuck this job, fuck this unfair reality.

''Mine, mine, mine-'' Kyle mumbled to himself, his voice strained and barely cohesive as he stroked himself faster, his hand moving in a frantic rhythm.

Slick with precum, his hand moved greedily, covering every inch as he imagined the way you would writhe and pant to his mercy. It was as if he could almost hear you crying out his name, your moans filling the space around him.

As he gripped himself tightly, he instinctively began bucking his hips upward into his fist, fucking himself faster and the bench scraped loudly against the floor with every thrust, the sound echoing through the empty gym.

Kyle's mind burned with the image of your mouth wrapped around him, the warmth and tightness enveloping his cock. He imagined the slick slide of him past your tongue, hitting the back of your throat, with saliva dripping down your chin and spilling onto your bare breasts, which jiggled with each bob of your head.

What a breathtaking view.

In fantasy he had you gripping his hips tightly, pulling him deeper, while your tear-filled eyes begged from the relentless thrusts. He envisioned his hand fisting your hair, forcing you to take him more and more, feeling you choke and gasp around him. Only him.

Lost in ecstasy, Kyle didn’t even notice his phone slipping from his hand and hitting the ground beside the closed door.

As he neared climax, his grip on his cock tightened, his strokes growing erratic and intense. With his free hand, he gripped the edge of the bench for support, knuckles threatening to break skin from the strain.

''Fuck-'' Was all that was muttered cohesively under his breath, desperately trying to suppress his sighs and moans.

The sudden knock on the door shattered his focus and froze him into place, every muscle in his body tensing as the harsh reality hit him like a sledgehammer.

Regret crashed over him, his heart pounding violently in his chest and his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps from both what he was just doing and the embarrassment that followed.

What the hell was he thinking? He had always prided himself on being rational and composed, but here he was, exposed in the most humiliating way.

The seconds felt like hours as he fought to pull his hand from his shorts, panic clawing at him. How could he have been so reckless?

Just as he began to grasp the full impact of his actions, the voice from the other side of the door pierced through his horror like a badly written, cruel, joke:

''Kyle?''

Out of everyone who could have walked in on the most mortifying moment of his life, it was you, the very person he had been fantasizing about just moments ago and the evidence was still there, his hand covered in his slick, stuck where it was, too late to pull back or move before the door swung open.

''Are you in there? I brought freshly baked-'' The sentence trailed off abruptly as you appeared in the doorway, your eyes widening in shock as you took in the scene before you.

[sonarspace]

Hi, I loved your Sukuna works ❤️‍🩹 Maybe you will take my request, what about Sukuna fluff when he is trying to comfort and support you while you’re sick? 🥺 And not like having a flu, but some serious disease? The image of him all harsh and cruel but having a soft spot for reader is doing something to me 😩

WHIPPED LOVERBOY

wc: 1.9k warnings: slight nsfw (f!receiving). blood (reader gets injured). nicknames? not proofread. idk what else to put here 😭 a/n: i think i've read something like this before on a different blog but i can't remember which so i changed it up a bit so as not to cause any problems. i hope you like it and i hope you don’t mind anon :3 a/n pt. 2: italics is for past events.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

sukuna's known to be vicious. the ruthless king. he had no family, one or two friends. he didn't like the idea of forming attachments to anyone. but you. you were different.

he first saw you at a ball the neighboring kingdom held. you were sat by the piano in a light mint green dress that accentuated your curves. in your own world. you played gracefully. he couldn't take his eyes off of you. nobody could. when you stood up to bow, the crowd erupted in claps and cheers. you walked past him leaving him mesmerized. and when he first heard you speak his heart skipped a beat.

it still does. when you're laying beside him calling out his name softly trying to get his attention. "suki. helloooo. sukuna are you listening??" you sigh annoyedly. "yes woman. go on." he smiles at you.

"what are you smiling about?" you look at him confused. "it's not funny 'kuna. it was a really big lizard." he laughs. "you're cute. like a deer. wanna eat you" he grabs your face and starts kissing you all over. bites playfully at your cheek. you chuckle out his name. he pulls back from you slightly and holding eye contact with you he says "you're really pretty." he makes you blush and you try to turn away but he grabs your chin before you can. "and to think you hate being around people," you say to him laughing. "now now, i still do. you're the only one i don't mind." he says stroking your cheek. you hum contentedly.

there's a knock on the door. "master sukuna" a muffled voice calls him out. "be right back," he tells you as he puts on his robe and steps outside of the room.

he comes back after a few minutes with a scowl on his face “i have to leave”. you sit up in bed and look at him with a pout “how long are you going to be gone for?” you ask. he walks over to where you are and sits down “i’m not sure,” he murmurs. it was normal for sukuna to leave for a day or two to handle matters. the longest he’s stayed away from you was five days. but that was only because he had a bet with uruame.

“you’re whipped. guess you can’t stay away from her for longer than two days, huh.” uruame challenges him. “of course i can” sukuna replies with a scoff. “yeah? i bet you 5k, you can’t stay away from her for more than a week.” uruame laughs. “ahh that’s easy money,” he says and they shake hands on it. uruame was right. by the fifth day sukuna felt like he was going insane. he was standing outside of your room contemplating whether or not he should break the bet. he thinks fuck the bet, he needs to see his girl more than he wants to win a bet.

he comes into your room and the way you smile at him and run over to him has his heart melting. why did he even agree to that stupid bet he thinks. he picks you up and leaves kisses all over your face. you sigh as he kisses down your jaw. you stay like that a while. just kissing. looking at each other and smiling stupidly. "can i eat you out?" he blurts out and catches you off guard "damn 'kuna. straight to the point?" you laugh. "please sweetie. it's been a week." he whines almost. "five days, actually" you correct him and he raises an eyebrow at you.

"uruame told me. they bet me that you won't be able to stay away from me for longer than a week. honestly thought you'd be able to do it, but i guess i was wrong. didn't know my boy's crazy about me like this". you say your hand stroking his cheek. "that fucker probably thinks they're so funny going around making bets, huh. going to have to start getting serious again. you've made me soft, woman" he says jokingly. he doesn't mind it at all though.

he kisses you once more. groaning into your mouth. he gets down on his knees. pulling your panties along. leaves kisses up your ankle moving along your inner thigh until he reaches where you need him the most. your pussy glistening. calls his name. he gives it a soft kiss and your hips buck into his mouth. "guess she missed me just as much," he says from under you. he sucks on your clit and you whimper. your hands pulling at his hair. he hums in satisfaction when your hole clenches around his tongue slightly. as uruame suggested, he's whipped and he's completely okay with it.

he sighs as he holds your hand into his. his thumb stroking the back off your hand. “i thought if i stayed put and minded my business, they won’t do anything. but they’ve killed about 20 of my men. it won’t be long before they come here and try to wipe out the entire kingdom. so, i have to leave. i’ll be back as soon i can.”

“let me come with you,” you try. “oh baby, you know i can’t let you do that.” he smiles at you. your eyes move down to look at his hands clasping yours and you bring them up to place a kiss on the back of both his hands. “promise me, you’ll come back to me.” you look at him with tears lining your eyes. “baby i-” he tries to talk but you cut him off. “no sukuna. just promise me please,” you beg him. “okay. okay. i promise.” he gives you a forehead kiss and parts.

it's been two weeks since he sent a letter promising he will be back soon. over three weeks since he’s been gone. you missed him so much. you felt like you were going crazy waiting for him. a knock on your door has your heart beating faster. 'is he back?' you think to yourself. you unlock the door to see uruame. "uruame" you say cheerfully pulling them into a hug as you let out a breath of relief. sukuna must be close you think. “hi honey sukuna sent me. he wanted to let you know he'll be home in two weeks." you don't notice you're crying until uruame wipes your tears. "hey hey now. he'll kill me if he knows i made you cry," uruame holds you close. "he said soon. it’s going to be two months since he left. that isn't soon uruame," you mumble into their chest. "I know babe, he's just helping out the people who live near the border. most of their houses are destroyed, so he decided to stay behind to help them." your heart warms at that. you’ve been asking him to get more involved with his people so they could respect him more than they fear him.

two days till sukuna gets back.

you're laying in bed wearing his undershirt. his four week old letter in your hand. thinking of him. his touch. his lips on yours. his sweet words. his voice. as you go to blow out the candle by your bed, you hear a loud crash from outside. you go over to your window to see where the sound came from. as you open the window, the bells of the palace start ringing. to alarm everyone that there's a threat. uruame comes into your room to take you to the bunker. but it's too late. a cannon ball is coming your way in full speed.

your vision goes black. your ears are ringing as your eyes flutter open. you try standing up and through your bleary vision you can see uruame trying to make their way over to you. the ringing clears and you can hear uruame yelling your name. you try to take step forward until you notice the blood on the floor around you. your hand moves to your stomach. a piece of wood from the broken furniture poking into your abdomen. you look up to uruame who grabs you as you fall down to your knees in pure agony. "stay with me honey," they panic. they rip out a piece of cloth and wrap it tightly around your wound. "uruame, 'kuna," you try to speak but end up coughing instead. "shh honey. you're okay. i've got you. just keep your eyes open for me okay?" they ask you softly. and you nod. "tell sukuna i-" you're about to say but they cut you off "nuh uh. we're not doing all that honey. you're going tell him yourself. you're going to be okay, i promise."

sukuna's pacing beside your unconscious body as the doctor cleans the area around the wound. there was so much blood covering you. sukuna was on his way back tonight to surprise you. he reached the gates of the palace and saw a cannon ball launched towards his wing. your window specifically. his heart dropped to his stomach and he dropped off of his horse and ran like a mad man to get to you. he comes into see uruame carrying your body to the infirmary. "uruame!" he yells running over and taking your unconscious body from their hands. "fuck sukuna. i don't fucking know what happened. one minute everything was fine and then the next minute the room’s blown up and she’s on the ground,” uruame speaks hysterically.

sukuna hisses as the doctor finally pulls out the sharp wood from your abdomen. she doesn't know i love her, he thinks. she can't leave me. fuck. the doctor stitches you up quickly. and pulls down your (his) undershirt. "is she going to be okay doctor," his voice is gruff. "yes master sukuna. she's lost a lot of blood though. so it may take a while for her to wake up."

one day. two days. six days. it's almost been a week and you haven't woken up. he sits by your side the entire time. holding your hand. uruame comes into the room. "master sukuna. we found them." heavy bags under his eyes. "stay here. and call me as soon as she wakes up," he commands uruame and gets up to deal with the people who hurt you.

your eyes open. trying to adjust to the light you blink a few times. looking around. you see uruame's mouth dropped in a slight smile. "honey?" they call out to you. and you hum. their hands wraps around your frame hugging you tightly. “uruame,” you chuckle. “how do you feel?” they ask you leaving a kiss on your forehead. “thirsty,” you rasp. you quickly chug the glass of water they give you and ask “how long have i been asleep for?”

before uruame can answer the door bursts open and sukuna comes rushing in. blood splattered across his top. you didn’t need to ask him who’s blood was splattered across his top you already knew as he makes his way over to you. “sukuna,” you gasp happily. he sits down next you and grabs your hands into his. “my sweet girl. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry you got hurt because of me,” he apologizes profusely, looking into your eyes. “it’s not your fault ‘kuna. you didn’t know this was going to happen.” you try to reassure him. holding his face in your hands. you kiss his nose. and then his lips. “i’m glad you’re back and in one piece,” you smile against his lips. “never leaving you alone again for that long,” he promises quietly.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n pt. 3: hands still fucked up but i wanted to get this out as soon as possible, so im sorry if it’s not up to your expectations 💔. you can always leave some suggestions or any questions you have in my ask box titled “talk to me” on my blog page :).

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[ms--lobotomy]

I have a gift for you. You know who you are.

Summary: Vulkan wakes you up... but it's unsafe for Tumblr! (gasp)

Word Count: 822

Content Warnings: Transmasc reader, SMUT, somnophilia but it's consented to prior, idk it's pretty saccharine because it's the nicest war criminal on the list, belly bulge, a shitload of praise,

Image Credit: @squishyowl

You heard him before you saw him. You heard his deep voice mumbling about how beautiful you were as you slept, how good of a boy you were for him, how pretty you were. Oh, what a pretty boy. You heard a wet, rhythmic noise from in between your legs, and you felt warm down there. His hand was large and warm against you, pressing against your apex slowly and methodically.

You opened one eye, and he greeted you with a warm smile. His eyes were ruby red, and they regarded you with nothing less than loving reverence. "Finally awake?" he asked, pausing slightly in his motions.

"Yeah," you said, opening your other eye. A slight smile dusted your face, and you leaned into his touch.

"Good morning," he said softly. He grabbed your hand with his free hand and planted a kiss to your palm, looking over your hand while he resumed his activity between your legs. "How did you sleep, firelight?"

You opened your mouth to incomprehensibly babble before you managed to choke out an "I slept well." Vulkan chuckled, trailing kisses up your arm while your face scrunched up in pleasure.

"Good," he cooed, starting to speed up. You cried out, grabbing for the back of his neck. His skin was warm to the touch, almost like he was a living furnace. He leaned in to you, his forehead touching yours.

You let out a small giggle. "You're... nngh! You're so warm," you smiled, staring him in the eye.

"Thanks!" Vulkan smiled, slipping another finger into the mix. You cried out, digging blunt fingernails into his skin. If he were anyone else, it would probably bruise, but his skin was thick and obsidian dark. Your legs clenched around him as you grinded into him, working yourself up until you finally climaxed on him, loud and wet.

"That's it," said Vulkan, "good boy, that's my pretty boy right there. Mmm..."

You looked down at him. Your underwear and lower nightclothes had been cast aside, but he was in his and he was hard, twitching up and down. You chuckled.

"You're hard," you remarked as he loomed over you, lowering his pants and underwear to reveal himself for you.

"Like what you see?" he asked, starting to grind against you. He grabbed your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. His hands were huge on yours, but you made it work.

"I-" you started, babbling incoherent nonsense as he lined himself up with your entrance. "I do, I really do."

"Good," said Vulkan as he entered you. You cried out; he was large, and he was thick too. "You can take me, I know you can," he rumbled against you. He pressed your hand to your abdomen as he began to fill you up, and a bulge appeared in your stomach.

You looked up at him and whimpered, holding on tightly to his other hand. Soon he was buried all the way to the hilt, and he remained there for a second, pressing your hand further into your abdomen before he opened his mouth to speak again.

"Good boy," he said, "such a pretty boy on my cock, you look so handsome on me, oh..."

You whimpered as he pulled himself out just enough for him to thrust inside of you. His hips bucked slowly at first, speeding up as you cried out under him. You tried to form a cohesive thought, but your mind was overtaken by the warm feeling inside of you, the feeling of the cock between your legs.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" he asked, speeding up again. He chuckled lightheartedly as you babbled incoherently, looking up at his bare chest. You gripped his hand, crying out his name underneath him as his hips began to twitch.

"Oh, I think I'm about to-" he started, "fuck. The things you do to me..." He sped up inside of you, thrusting wildly before he buried himself in you one last time. He panted as he throbbed inside of you, spurting sticky liquid. He said your name once, then twice, and didn't stop repeating it for a while, murmuring praise after praise for you.

"You're so soft... mm, and you're so pretty... you've always been my pretty boy, yeah..." He kept trailing off, only to praise you further until you spoke for the first time in what felt like ages.

"I think you're the pretty one here," you huffed as he rolled you over onto his stomach.

"That's nonsense!" he exclaimed, pulling you off of him and kissing your forehead. "You're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Your eyes, your face, your everything." He pulled you close to his chest, running his hands along your back. "I love you."

"I love you too," you mumbled into him. Your eyes slipped shut, and soon you were back to sleep. No matter. You could stand to sleep in today.

Taglist: @bispecsual@justeverythingnothingelse@bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae@historitor-bookshelf

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

i need to get this off my chest about sabrina carpenter because no one i’ve spoke to about it has agreed with me in the slightest, but i just can’t stand her. i’ve tried so hard to like her, i will say a few of her songs are pretty good, and i like some of her tour outfits but that’s about it. my first problem with her is how she over sexualizes herself in such a off putting way while also catering to the male gaze. i’m not trying to slut shame her at all, but they way she fetishizes her being short is so weird to me. like when she was on tour and said “im full grown but i look like a niña, come put something big in my casita” was soooo disgusting to me honestly, i don’t think i need to explain why. she also did a photoshoot recreating scenes from the film/novel Lolita, which if you don’t know, is a story about a grown man being obsessed with and grooming/taking advantage of a young girl. so to glamorize scenes from such a disturbing story, trying to make it sexy, seems odd to me. i don’t know if saying “ she caters to the male gaze” is exactly accurate, but i see a trend with her getting in these love triangles, and putting the other woman down to uplift herself. I found “Taste” to be corny and childish, i don’t think i need to dissect why it’s weird to be a grown woman acting like girls did in highschool saying “ you’ll just have to taste me when you’re kissing him.” it’s just corny and weird in my opinion. in general i feel like she’s trying way too hard to be something she’s not. she’s trying to be like Marilyn Monroe in my opinion, with the hair and makeup, the outfits, she’s trying to be a sex symbol but they isn’t really anything sexy or alluring about it, it reminds me a lot of when Miley Cyrus was going crazy, hyper sexualizjng herself, in order to distance herself from that disney image. i just think her behavior in which she fetishizes this very girly, almost child like aesthetic. i’m not saying women can’t be hyper feminine, but most women aren’t referring to them selves as looking like a little girl, or recreating scenes from Lolita. i’m not saying she can’t be sexually liberated or anything either, i’m just saying she’s trying so hard to be sexy and have this Maneater vibe, it just doesn’t hit. and i don’t know if this will sound rude, but she looks ai generated to me. i don’t know if it’s because she wears sooo much makeup and blush, i don’t know if it’s because she has a short torso or what, idk if it’s from fillers or other procedures, she just looks like an extraterrestrial. it makes me so uncomfortable, she gives me uncanny valley, ever since she was on disney i even thought she didn’t look human. also just for shits and giggles, i fucking hate that two piece set she wears during juno, the neckline is so unflattering it makes her look even weirder💀 that’s all i have for now, but i could talk abt this for hours honestly. thank you to anyone who gave enough fucks to read all that LMAO

I mean...I'm a 90s/00s baby and these were my popstars

so Miley's Wrecking Ball era and Sabrina's Lolita costumes are pretty normal for me. Female pop stars in their 20s have always been sexualized like this to their fans and yes, it is uncomfortable to be on the other side watching this go down.

And allow me to introduce you to Christina Aguilera's hit song, Genie in a Bottle, which is literally about masturbation - "if you wanna be with me / baby there's a price to pay / I'm a genie in a bottle / you gotta rub me the right way / if you wanna be with me / I can make your wish come true" that we were singing on the playground in FOURTH GRADE. Yeah.

For me, Sabrina Carpenter's Lolita aesthetic is more of a gimmick. To me, it very much feels like she saw Taylor Swift having a lot of success when she started performing in bodysuits (which began, I think, in the 1989 tour and became even more popular with the Eras tour) so Sabrina felt copying the bodysuits was her ticket to success, but putting her own spin on it.

The lolita aesthetic doesn't last long and the rule in popstardom is that women have to reinvent themselves for every new album if they want a long career (don't believe me? Go look up all of Taylor Swift's albums and concert tours, or Britney's or Madonna's or even Miley's), so Sabrina's lolita/maneater aesthetic she has now is really just a phase. She'll have a different gimmick for her next album, so don't let this one crawl under your skin too much.

[self-awared]

How do you think the Akademiya would react to a creator who's an engineering major (broad term ik, but I didn't want to get too specific) & also loves to draw in their free time?

This made me think of Kaveh. My obsession with him knows no end.

Characters included: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Scaramouche/wanderer, (can I add Dottore? IDC, I'm adding him anyways because hes so cunty) Dottore

Kaveh:

Discovered your drawings by accidentally walking in your room, thinking it was his.

You weren't home, so what harm was there in taking a few. Surely, you wouldn't notice, right?

Jokes on him, you notice every minor detail, including the fact that some of your drawings were missing. Mainly some unfinished blueprints that you had just drawn because you felt bored.

Needless to say, you got them back. Kaveh doesn't want to say that you would help him with some assignments if he gave them back.

When he saw you drawing in a sketch pad Alhaitham bought you, he was surprised to see many drawings of him and Alhaitham. WAIT WHY ARE THEY KISSING IN THAT ONE-

He asked if he could have the drawing, and you reluctantly and VERY CAREFULLY (it literally took you almost five minutes) to tear it out of the sketchbook.

He now routinely watches you draw various things. But, he would burn that book if you drew more images of him and Alhaitham..

Doing things.

Scaramouche:

Like a tsundere bitch, he "wouldn't care" about your drawings. Of course he likes them

He discovered them while you were lounging in the Akademiya's library, drawing away.

Peered over your shoulder for about half an hour before you noticed. He had already memorized everything you drew.

He got a book thrown at him for scaring you.

When you drew him, he acted like he didn't give a shit, but still stole the drawing.

Often spies on you as you draw.

Once caught you drawing a picture of him and Nahida being just fluffballs. He stole that one too and showed it to Nahida.

She wasn't very proud he stole, but she couldn't be mad for long when she saw the drawing. Now, she routinely asks to watch you draw.

Alhaitham:

Much like Scaramouche, I feel like he wouldn't pay that much attention to your drawings.

However, I feel like he would still be appreciative if you drew him or talked to him about your thoughts.

He wouldn't go as far as to ask to watch you draw, the man is too busy.

I think he would just accept a drawing you gave to him, and would pin it to a wall in his office like a proud father.

When people ask about it, he'd casually say, "Oh, Their Grace drew that." And proceed to get bombarded with questions about you and you drawings.

Zandik/Dottore:

If you were around while he was at the Akademiya, I feel like the two of you would be close.

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS, if I remember correctly, Zandik was an outcast at the Akademiya. So, if you went out of your way to draw him and help him with things, I have a strong feeling that would place you at the top of his favorite people list.

If you were there when he got expelled and sent to the desert, I feel like with your knowledge, you could create some things to help him survive until whoever found him finds him. (I forget if it was Capitano or Dottore)

I feel like while he was becoming a harbinger, you would help him along the way. Hes running out of people to experiment on? You used your influence to send people towards Snezhnaya. He needs funding? The Northland bank just got an anonymous tip, so Pantalone couldn't refuse. But, he definitely knew it was you.

If you only appeared after he was expelled, chances are you would run into him with the traveler and Nahida.

Basing this off myself rq, I'm an absolute simp for genshin villains. Arleechino goes by Father? Nah, she daddy. Same with literally any other harbinger. So, I feel like you would say something stupid while simping over his like 5 voice lines. (He needs more screen time)

A/N: How does Dottore's part match engineer!Creator!reader? Idk. I kinda strayed from the request on his part a bit.

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

Sad Steve stuff idk what to call this

A/N: im feeling sad and having a crisis over the other thing i wanna write so have sad Steve with a now dead s/o. also i can’t remember if i saw someone do something similar or if i imagined that so if yk of anyone who did smth similar tell me please!

TW: suicide, death, idk Y/N gets shot ok

Tags: angst, this is really depressing i’m sad rn ok?

Steve was driving home from the DX when he looked over at the alley where Y/N normally hung out with their friends from the Shepard gang. The usually baron area was surrounded by cop cars and an ambulance. ��Oh for fuck sake Y/N did you kill someone?” he muttered under his breath before pulling in at the nearest payphone. The greaser dialled his S/O’s number. it rang out. He rang the rest of the gang and received the same answer from each of them; “Y/N said they were spending the day with their other friends. Some of the Shepard guys.” He sighed. Suddenly, the thought hit him. “Shit!”

Steve bolted back to the alleyway, not bothering to grab his car. He spotted Y/N lying on the ground and sped up. Just as he was climbing over the police tape someone stopped him. “Sorry kid, you can’t go past this line. that’s the law.” A policeman held him back by the shoulder. “That’s my S/O in there! please, i can’t stay here. please..” Steve begged, his voice getting more unsteady with each word. The officer let go of his shoulder and Steve ran over to Y/N. He skidded on his knees as he got close. Tears flowed down his face as he saw the bullet wound on his love’s side. Y/N opened their eye. “Hey Stevie.” They managed a weak smile. “Y/N..darlin’ i told you to stop gettin’ into so many fights all the time.” Steve almost sobbed. He held their hand tight and brushed a stray hair off their forehead. A paramedic came up to them. “Is there any family we can call?” Steve gave Darry’s name without hesitation.

“Stevie?” Y/N whispered. “Yeah darlin i’m here i won’t leave you. i won’t leave you…” He whispered back, trying to stay strong. “Please don’t cry. I want this Stevie, please don’t cry.” Y/N begged. They sat there in silence for a moment. “I love you Y/N. You’re my everything. Stay with me, ok?” Y/N looked deep into his eyes. “I’m sorry Stevie..I love you. Just know, this ain’t your fault. It was my decision. I love you.” They continued. Steve leaned down and kissed them, they felt slightly cold. The paramedic came back. “The people we called are here. We need you to step back now.” Steve looked up at the paramedic. “Is there any way i can stay??” They shook their head. “We need to try to get them to a state where we can bring them to the hospital.” Y/N looked at the greaser. “I’ll be ok, go, i’ll see you soon.” Steve kissed his lover one last time before joining the rest of their gang.

Soda put his arm around his friends shoulders. The doctors tried to help Y/N but it was too late. “they’re dead. I’m sorry for your loss” a doctor announced as he walked over to the seven boys. Darry gasped softly. Ponyboy and Johnny both let out what sounded like a squeak. Sodapop whispered something under his breath. Dallas punched a nearby wall and Steve fell to the ground with a sob. “You have to be able to do something. Please! It’s not to late! There has to be something you can do?” He wailed. The doctor shook his head before going back to load up the body of Steve’s lover. “Wait!!” The greaser called. “Can i take their jacket. Please..” A nurse took the jacket off Y/N and handed it to Steve. “Thank you.” He walked back towards Sodapop but kept walking. He sat on the bridge where he and Y/N had their first kiss. He cried for hours. “Why would you leave me Y/N..Why…” He got up again and walked. He walked off into the darkness with nothing in his mind except the image of his once energetic lover lying lifeless on the ground.

[antoncore]

sorry i hope i’m not annoying but i’m bored too🤭🤭🤧

i’ve never rly paid that much attention in that way to sohee but like i imagine if u got partnered up for a project at uni and he came over to help u work on it and he was being annoying and u got mad at him for it but then he popped a boner because of u being stern with him and raising ur voice😳🤭🤭 so ofc you have to help him out and suck him off while he tangles his fingers in ur hair and whimpers so desperately it’s so cute how pathetic and whiney he gets when you fondle his balls and suck on his length!!! when he cums you’d swallow for him cuz he was so good for u<333333

but then idk i could also see sohee who u don’t really spare a second glance but then ur at a frat party together and end up in some kind of seven minutes in heaven scenario and he kinda goes a little crazy with u now that he finally has a chance to show u how bad he’s wanted u<33 like maybe he’d just give you the best head you’ve ever gotten, eating you out in someone else’s closet while you pull on his hair and muffle your moans with the back of ur hand cuz you’d never live it down if someone caught you letting him slut you out :( he’d definitely mess with u though and use his fingers, sucking harshly on ur clit and whispering nasty things to u about how ur giving it up so easy for him, he expected better from u :( and u whine about how that’s the whole point of the game is to mess around with the person ur paired with but he’s like “is cumming on my face part of it?” and ur so close u can feel the tension inside of you threatening to snap and you almost want to try to deny urself so he doesn’t get the satisfaction but he starts using his fingers again and you can’t help urself :((( after u cum, if u had any time left he’d use his tongue to clean you up and maybe even kiss u, even though you’d recoil a little, he’d hold ur jaw in place and stick his tongue in ur mouth to force you to taste urself ! and then you’d go back to the party only to find a room half an hour later so u can take his cock this time :)

not me being like.. i don’t think about him.. and then saying all this😓😓

- 🧸 anon

I AM SO DEAD😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

can imagine sohee’s little whimpers, would be so pretty!! feel like he wouldn’t even be able to speak bc he just loves the way you suck his cock. would wanna coo at him that he’s so cute like this, making him blush and squirm under you. and when he cums down your throat, he’s too shy to ask to take a picture so he keeps the mental image in his head. every time after he saw you on campus (which was multiple times a day), he’d go back to his dorm and jerk off, wishing it was your mouth wrapped around his cock again :( he wanted you so bad but was scared you’d never give him the time of day again, watching as you talked to other guys.

on the flip side, i rlly think he could be cocky too (idk why but i find the thought of him being cocky quite hot???) like he would just LOVE having you moan his name, it’s what he’s been wanting to hear for so long. he would slut you out completely, loving the way you reacted to him (you were so adorable, how could he not love it) and would love having you in front of the mirror so you could watch yourself fall apart for him. you didn’t know whether to love or hate the way he made you feel, like putty in his hands - his touch making you so weak :( you’d be cumming all over his cock and he’d want pictures to remember in his words ‘the neediest girl he’s ever fucked’. this definitely wouldn’t be the last time he had you like this, possibly leading to a situationship (bc he doesn’t want to behave like a simp - yet)

screaming, creaming over this tbh

[sinthedrinker]

Enmu x F! Reader

piss, voyeurism, idk

Enmu loved his girlfriend. He loved you before you’d even properly met. He had a nasty habit of taking photos of women on the train, almost every day if he could avoid being spotted. But you were different. He liked your clothes specifically. Every time he saw you, you were wearing something pretty. Beautiful kimonos and dresses and pretty hairpins. He had an entire collection of photos that were just zoomed in images of your feet/legs in various stockings and shoes. Most of his photos of you looked like fashion photography, or they would have if you were looking at the camera or posing. When he got home in the evening after participating in his perverted hobby, he would lay in bed with his favorite photos of you. His hand would detach itself, crawling it’s way into his pants and swirling its tongue around the pink, sensitive head of his cock. Already wet with precum, as it almost always was. Sucking his own cock with one hand and holding photos of you in the other was a nightly occurrence. 

“I love you so much, my precious girl, my girlfriend.” he whispered to himself. 

He had not been prepared for you to actually approach him. 

He had expected you to be angry, or at the very least creeped out, in fact he rather hoped you would be, but instead you smiled at him. 

“Are you a photographer?” you asked kindly. 

“I- Nn - Photos- Hobby -” he stuttered, his cheeks flushing as he looked down at his feet.

“Do you want me to pose for you?” you asked. Enmu was so close already, his cock was so hard. He nodded furiously, eyeing you through the lens of his camera. 

“Yes- Yes, yes. ” he said, practically drooling. You thought he was cute. Extremely cute. 

You were wearing a simple white blouse and black skirt today, instead of tights however you had on a pair of black thigh highs. You were going to be late for work today if you kept standing here posing for photos, though the way Enmu was breathing heavily as he snapped photo after photo was too exciting to pass up. 

“Can I see your feet?” he asked breathlessly. 

You sat down on a bench, unbuckling your shoes slowly. Enmu knelt down, taking photos of them before reaching out to grab one. 

“Can I?” he asked. You had never seen a man get so worked up over just a pair of stockinged feet before. You nodded, curious about what he wanted to do. He gently set his camera down, taking your foot between both of his hands and while you thought he was rubbing the back of his hand along the sole of your foot, you could swear it felt like someone was licking it. Enmu’s eyes rolled back and he moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he came, right there. 

“Oh dear, are you alright?” you asked. He nodded, picking his camera back up. 

“Yes, oh yes . I’m sorry, I get so excited-” you cut him off, standing and grabbing his face roughly and kissing him passionately, shoving your tongue into his mouth. He nearly dropped his camera, moaning so hard into the kiss one would imagine you were already fucking him. 

“I need to catch this train to go to work. Will you come with me?” you asked, not yet finished having fun with him. The adoration and love in Enmu’s eyes as he looked at you was simply adorable, he clung to you, following you like a puppy. 

You sat across from each other, Enmu continuing to take photos of you as the train pulled away from the station. 

You casually spread your legs, giving him an easy view of the top of your thigh highs and your panties, both of which he eagerly took photos of. 

“You probably need to clean up, don’t you?” you asked, referring to the sticky mess in his pants. He however quite liked the feeling, as it wasn’t the first time he had cum in public like this. 

“I’m going to go to the bathroom. Follow me after a few minutes.” you said.

Enmu snapped another photo of you as you walked away. 

He couldn’t sit still, his legs bounced as he waited, counting to 60 three times. That should be enough time.

He followed you into the small, single stall bathroom on the train. You were on the toilet, your panties around your ankles. 

"Do you wanna watch me piss?" you asked. He nodded furiously, kneeling down to get a better view. 

"You're so disgusting, you know that? What's your name anyway?" you asked. 

"Enmu." he said, not taking his eyes off of your pussy. 

"Enmu~ My little pervert. You're so pathetic." you continued as you started to urinate, Enmu moaned as he watched, practically shaking. You spread your legs, watching him with fascination. He had set his camera down and was instead rubbing the hard bulge in his trousers. 

"Why don't you take your cock out, Enmu, I wanna see it." you suggested. He stood up, eagerly undoing his pants and sliding them down. From where you were sitting, his needy cock was level with your face, and you casually flicked your tongue against the tip. He shivered, unsure of what to do with his hands, he wrung them nervously. 

"What's wrong baby?" you asked, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it hard. He could hardly speak as his eyes rolled back, he bucked his hips against your hand, drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. 

"I wanna fuck you, I wanna fuck you!! If I fuck you does it mean you're my girlfriend?" He asked, eyes lighting up with hope. 

"Yes Enmu, you can fuck me, and I'll be your girlfriend." You replied. You were single after all, and there was something intensely interesting about Enmu. 

The position was awkward. Enmu knelt down, grabbing your hips in his sweaty hands and pulling you to the edge of the toilet. His eyes were wide, mouth in a perpetual Cheshire grin as he rubbed his cock back and forth along your folds, ecstatic that you hadn't had a chance to clean yourself up. He sighed with complete joy as he held his cock in his slender hand, rubbing it between your labia before pushing himself into you. He filled you surprisingly well and you leaned your head back, closing your eyes and moaning in tandem with him. 

"Ahh, Enmu~" you purred, taking his face in your hands. 

"Pretty Enmu, does it feel good?" You asked. 

"Ohh yes, oh yes, my precious darling girl, my lovely girl, yes yes!!" Enmu cooed, thrusting into you as fast as he could, his mouth was open, drool leaking down his chin. You took the opportunity to spit into his mouth, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. 

"I'm going to cum I'm going to cum, oh my sweet wonderful girl yes yes yes, rapture is upon me!!" He whined, as he threw back his head and gritted his teeth you reached between your legs, pushing him and grabbing his sticky cock and aiming it into the toilet bowl as he came. 

"Good boy Enmu, maybe next time you'll get to cum inside me." You said. He nodded cheerfully, nuzzling up against you. 

"Now, help me clean up and get ready for work." 

[forjongseong]

NOO BECAUSE 🎀 ANON IS SO RIGHT ABOUT JAYS FANBASE BEING OLDER? it didn’t click into my head until now but it’s true that i rarely see jay stans that are still underage. enha’s fanbase as a whole is really young imo so even jays fans who tend to be older end up just being around his age and slightly older than hee too. and the stuff about jay being Hong Kong actor handsome is also so true i feel like he would absolutely demolish a concept centered around wong kar wai’s typical movie aesthetic.

as for the how other writers write jay i kinda agree with that anon but also i get why some writers lean into that. if someone who just joined the fandom is trying to write for him, their first thought is going to be writing jay as cold and more mean just because that’s the image they get at first glance. we obviously know that that’s not true but that’s mostly because we’ve spent more time the fandom (and consumed other media outside of tumblr) and know how he is (or at least how he presents himself). i get how annoying it can be though especially since many people just don’t write for jay as often as they do the other members so it seems like more and more fanfics don’t have the variety that usually given to the other members since jay comparatively has a lower pool to choose from.

and as for why jay isn’t written about as much (this such a long ask im so sorry LMAO) i think a big is how people present him in the fandom which kinda connects to the fanfics. you go on tiktok and some of the top tiktoks of jay are about how he’s rich, how he likes corn, how he has “anger issues”, basically a bunch of first glance stuff that don’t really encompass who he is. thankfully now and a lot of people on there talk more about how goofy he is and how much he cares for others but since tiktok is so widely used now, if someone is introduced to enha through tiktok, they probably get a very skewed view of jay. that’s just my experience as someone who got into enha last year through tiktok! i personally had a very different view of jay for a while until i saw him play polaroid love on the guitar and idk he just seemed so much more “human” i guess? more like he finally seemed like he had much more of a personality and depth to him than what people on tiktok were saying.

your writings however especially the assistant jay series OH MY GOD chefs kiss 💋

🎀 ANON HERE YOU GO another anon who agrees!

WONG KAR WAI!!!! BESTIE I SWEAR TO GOD I found an edit either on Twitter or TikTok of Jay and Wong Kar Wai omg I'm sad I didn't save the link or something but yes a thousand times yes... HIM and his aesthetic! also sometimes I joke around with my friends saying that Jay looks so mature he almost looks like he's Park Hae Soo's age (not to mention their vibes are similar too ahsdahsdhdsa OR MAYBE the CEO/husband from The Glory????)

I agree with you saying that the cold/cool guy image is the first thing they get when they are first introduced to Jay (especially since debut era where he was blonde and overall just exuded jock vibes) anyway agree with that whole paragraph

DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG ASK I am here for it honestly can you all send more???? stay hidden in anon, I don't mind. I just love reading this stuff.

the "anger issues" HELP thanks for putting that in quotes... I don't know what other people's fyp look like but mine are just funny edits of enhypen 😭 I followed enha since their egg days (I-LAND) so I already knew the type of guy Jay is, so I think that's what made it feel jarring to me the way some people rely on Jay's outer appearance or first impression/vibe to build his character. on god the people on tiktok are another breed though. tumblr engenes, tiktok engenes, and twitter engenes are all from different planets hasdhashdsa

thank you for loving secretary Jay 💋💋💋

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@zepskies

I really needed some happy Christmas fluff today and I was so glad to see this!

“Dean, it’s not gonna fit.” That was Sam, obviously. You’d recognize his testy bitching anywhere. “You kiddin’ me? All that work I spent sawing this thing outta the ground, I’m gonna damn well make it fit. Come on, put your big boy pants on.”

Ah yes, the "testy bitching" of Sam Winchester. Could in this instance we call it him being a scrooge? 😂

“Something tells me you didn’t get this thing at Home Depot,” you remarked. There was a pause, and Dean called your name questioningly. He also sounded a bit embarrassed. “Yep, I’m here, Chevy Chase,” you said, laughing as you grabbed the branches that were stuck in the doorway. You bent them at the angle the guys needed to get the whole thing inside, and all too quickly you had to step out of the way as Sam and Dean broke through the doorway with the rest of the tree.

Imaging Dean's little embarrassed call of the reader's name in shame just had me giggling. He got caught red-handed like the Grinch by Cindy Lou Hou 😂 🎄

Also the idea of Dean being really handy and DIY around the house in my opinion is so 😳. Idk I might be a little crazy, but there is something so sexy about watching a guy fix something or watching a guy cook something or do some little thing around the house that you meant to do but kept forgetting or even just watching a guy through binoculars as you stand outside his window LOL jk 🤣. No seriously though, I just think it's really hot when a guy knows how to do stuff around the house. And imagining Dean doing any of those things was just 😮‍💨

“Illegally obtained tree aside,” you said, not bothering to temper your smile, “I thought you guys didn’t really celebrate Christmas. Or any holidays, for that matter.” Dean gave you a small grin, though again, he seemed a little embarrassed. He freed one of his hands to scratch at the back of his head. “Yeah, well…weren’t you the one who was talking about the Christmases you had growing up?” he said.

Dang it Zep. Why you gotta do this to me??😭😭😂 And I LOVE the Scooby Doo ornaments.

Dean tried to get up, but his foot slipped on a stray ribbon. He careened back onto his ass and knocked into the tree. Not only did its branches poke into his face and arm, making him wince, but he managed to displace a couple of ornaments, sending them tumbling to the floor by his hand. He grunted and raised up onto his forearms. For the pièce de résistance, that lovely golden bow landed right in his lap.

This was such a funny thing to picture. Again, catching Dean doing something that he didn't want the reader to see and him having a comical almost cartoon-like reaction and falling on his ass. It's so good. And the "cheeky ending" was *chef's kiss*

Girl again, this was so good! And the thought of falling asleep on the couch with Dean while watching Christmas Movies was literally just what I needed today. ❤️

'Twas the Night...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean listens, sometimes when you least expect it. This year, Christmas begins to become something new for both of you.    

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! This is my @spnfanficpond Secret Santa gift for @eldritchlibertine! The idea is based on this request from @whichwitchwanda (a story prompted from the header image).

Word Count: 2.4K

Tags/Warnings: Fluff and more fluff! Christmas feels. ❤️

A door burst open, and your eyes raised from the page. You nearly dropped your book into your lap when you saw it—the wide, bristled top of an evergreen tree trying to shove its way through the door of the bunker.

Or rather, it only seemed that way.

All the way up at the top of the rod iron staircase, grumbled cursing and muttering and arguing filtered down to you in the common room, where you were leaning back in your seat with an old copy of Wuthering Heights. You sat up, an incredulous smirk beginning to curve your lips.

“Dean, it’s not gonna fit.” That was Sam, obviously. You’d recognize his testy bitching anywhere.

“You kiddin’ me? All that work I spent sawing this thing outta the ground, I’m gonna damn well make it fit. Come on, put your big boy pants on.”

The equally familiar gruff, grousing tone of your man’s voice almost made you snort. You set down the book on the table and debated whether you were going to get up and try to help, or let them hash it out. You were surprised they hadn’t called out for you yet.

After a few more seconds of listening to their frustrated huffing and puffing, you shook your head and got up. You reached the top of the stairs, and their sounds of irritated, breathless struggle became even clearer.

“Dean,” Sam protested.

“Shut up. I’ve almost got it…”

“You’re gonna break the damn frame—”

“Something tells me you didn’t get this thing at Home Depot,” you remarked.

There was a pause, and Dean called your name questioningly. He also sounded a bit embarrassed.

“Yep, I’m here, Chevy Chase,” you said, laughing as you grabbed the branches that were stuck in the doorway. You bent them at the angle the guys needed to get the whole thing inside, and all too quickly you had to step out of the way as Sam and Dean broke through the doorway with the rest of the tree.

Sam caught himself on the wall, while Dean threw a hand out to grasp at the railing of the stairs. You grabbed Dean’s arm to help steady him. Once he had his feet planted, he slung an arm around your waist and looked down on you with a satisfied smile—one that he then aimed at Sam.

“See? Told you it would fit.”

“Where did you even get this thing?” you asked. You eyed Dean in curiosity, even as you were helping him stream the lights around this seven-foot monstrosity. You’d also taken great delight in putting on some holiday music. Now, Frank Sinatra’s “White Christmas” was playing from a Bluetooth speaker on the War Room table.

Dean shot you a distracted smile as he worked in concentration, bringing a string of lights around the part of the tree that was closest to the wall. He handed off the other end to you, and you wrapped the line of multicolored lights around.

“Eh, there’s a nice bit of forest a few miles out of town,” he said. Your brows raised high. You’d suspected, of course, but you still shook your head with a smile.  

“You know you need a permit for that, right?” you said.

“I tried to tell him,” said Sam. He was on his way up the stairs, heading out back to the car to get the box of ornaments he and Dean bought at Walmart this morning along with the pretty multicolored lights, all while you were still sleeping.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, but just kept focused on his task. Once he started something, he had to finish it, you noticed. And when he got into something, he was Mr. DIY, putting in his all. You liked watching the crunch between his brows, the set of his lips, the sureness of his hands while he mentally calculated what they were going to accomplish next.

Most of all, you liked the look of self-satisfaction when he was done, and happy with his finished product. It didn’t matter if he was tuning up the Impala, making a home-cooked meal for the three of you, or decorating a wild tree. That face was the same. 

“Illegally obtained tree aside,” you said, not bothering to temper your smile, “I thought you guys didn’t really celebrate Christmas. Or any holidays, for that matter.”

Dean gave you a small grin, though again, he seemed a little embarrassed. He freed one of his hands to scratch at the back of his head.

“Yeah, well…weren’t you the one who was talking about the Christmases you had growing up?” he said.

You blinked, your mouth gently falling open in surprise. That had been a couple weeks ago, when the first snow of December began to fall over Lebanon. Late that night, after settling into bed together, you’d turned towards him in his arms. Maybe it was the turn of the season making you nostalgic, but somehow the conversation drifted into you making a confession, about what you missed the most about your family.

Your parents had passed on, and your sister was distant. She had her own family and her own life, and she wanted to keep it far away from the things you hunted. You couldn’t blame her, even if the thought of her always pierced your heart.

Beyond than that, what you missed was the house where you grew up, small but cozy and lived in. You missed the smell of pine and cinnamon that filled the living room every day of December. You missed the nights you and your sister curled up by the fire late at night playing imaginary games, long after your parents’ had put you guys to bed. You missed your mother’s cooking, and helping her bake molasses cookies on Christmas Eve.

You missed togetherness, the feeling of warmth and safety.

You tilted your head at Dean.

“Yeah, but…” you trailed, not willing to finish the thought as another suspicion grew in your mind.

“Just thought we could do some of that this year for you, that’s all,” he said. And he shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. His hands were busy untangling some lights. “Matter of fact, we could all use the time off.”

You couldn’t help but pause. Your breathing shallowed, and no matter how much you fought it, tears stung in your eyes. You bit your lip to try and hold it all at bay. When Dean glanced up at you, he had to do a double take. It made you smile, despite your slightly blurring vision.

“Hey, what—”

You dropped your end of the lights and went to him. You raised up on your toes so you could wrap your arms around his neck in a warm hug. Dean uttered a surprised huff, but his arms came around your waist and gathered you closer. He soon realized he was still holding onto the tangle of lights, and he hung them on a nearby tree branch for now. His smile overtook his surprise and crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“I love you. You know that right?” Your voice was muffled in his neck, but he heard you well enough. He chuckled and slipped a soothing hand up and down your back.

“I do know, actually,” he said, his voice warm and teasing.

A giggle escaped you. You tugged on his short hair in retaliation, making him chuckle.

“Hey,” he warned, but it had heat of a different kind. His hand began venturing down to your ass, but before he could do some retaliating of his own, a door swung open and Sam came down the stairs hefting a couple different boxes of ornaments.

He raised a brow, though he smiled at the way you and his brother were entwined. You half pulled away to nod at Sam, sniffling at quickly wiping at your face. Dean dried some of the wetness from the corner of your eye with a curled finger. You glanced up at him and couldn’t help blushing, smiling, despite your embarrassment.

Dean still had an arm wrapped around your waist as you peered over at the boxes Sam set down near the tree. One of them caught your attention and made your eyes widen.

“Oh my God. They’re Scooby Doo themed!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent decorating the tree with Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby echoing throughout the common room. After you made a trip to the grocery store, soon the smell of cinnamon, brown sugar and rich molasses joined the scent of pine throughout the entire bunker.

It was a Christmas Eve well spent. The night was filled with a rewatch marathon of Home Alone and Christmas Vacation. You agreed to Dean throwing in Elf into the mix, as long as you got to watch Love Actually,and The Holiday with Jude Law. Dean complained more than Sam about your girly chick-flicks, but he became just as invested in Colin Firth pouring his heart out in mangled Portuguese to Aurelia as you were, if less teary-eyed.

When The Holiday came around though, he was half asleep as he laid sprawled across your lap and the couch. Your nails gently massaging his scalp nearly did him in, along with Sam’s heavy-ass pour of eggnog. It was tradition, at this point.

By the end of the movie marathon, you were the one snoozing from your corner of the couch, your hand still in Dean’s hair.

He carried you to bed that night, your eyelids heavy as you teetered back and forth between slumber and the waking world. At least you were already in your pajamas. All he had to do was tuck you under the sheets on your side of the bed, then slip in behind you afterwards.

His arm draped around your waist, and you curled towards him, half on instinct as you let out a deep breath. Dean smiled as you settled against his chest. Your soft snores soon greeted his ears. Only then did he let himself rest…

Just not for long.

You woke earlier than you planned to in the morning, mainly because your man pillow was no longer beside you. You reached out a hand and found Dean’s side of the bed empty and cold, the covers pulled back. With a frown, you opened bleary eyes and checked your phone. It was around the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m.

What the hell was Dean doing up at the crack of dawn?

Unless… You paused as your memory served you a grim reminder. Unless he’d had a rough night, kept up by memories and dreams he didn’t always want to talk to you about. It wouldn’t be the first time he came back to bed after a few hours with the heady smell of bourbon on him.

You got up with a sigh, rolling your neck as you did so. You just wanted to check on him. Maybe you could even persuade him to come back to bed.

You threw on a sweater over your pajamas and some fluffy slippers Sam bought you for your birthday—all to shield you from the bunker’s chilly air and ice-cold floors. You’d have to remind Dean to check on the heater.

You padded out of the bedroom and down the long hall…and became distracted by the Christmas tree in the common room. It really was beautiful all lit up. The lights softly flashed in green, red, purple, and gold. Traditional red and gold ornaments hung beside the Scooby Doo themed ones, with Fred and Daphne front and center, along with the rest of the gang scattered throughout.

And then you found Dean.

“Damn it…friggin’ piece of shit ribbon…” 

Dean’s muttering drew your attention to his hunched figure kneeling at the base of the tree. Your head tilted in wonder as your face broke out into a smile. What the hell is he doing? You tried to be light on your feet as you approached him from behind. Peering over his shoulder, you could almost see what he was trying do with some shiny red wrapping paper and a big golden bow.

Your heart swelled. Had he really gotten you and Sam something for Christmas too? He didn’t need to get you anything…

Dean’s hunter reflexes must’ve been tingling though, because suddenly he sat up straighter and looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there in your pajamas, arms crossed over your robe.

He actually jolted, muttering a curse as he tried to cover up what he was doing.

“What’cha doin’, babe?” you asked. Your eyes gleamed with amusement.

Dean tried to get up, but his foot slipped on a stray ribbon. He careened back onto his ass and knocked into the tree. Not only did its branches poke into his face and arm, making him wince, but he managed to displace a couple of ornaments, sending them tumbling to the floor by his hand. He grunted and raised up onto his forearms. For the pièce de résistance, that lovely golden bow landed right in his lap.

With raised brows, you took in the sight of your man—all bedraggled and looking sheepish (and adorable) as hell. Your hand went up to cover your mouth, but you were unable to quiet the giggle that bubbled up and escaped your lips.

Dean cleared his throat. “Hey.”

You glanced down at the bow, almost perfectly placed in his lap.

“Hey,” you replied, your lips curving into a smile.

You lowered down to kneel in front of him, and you took his face in your gentle hands before you leaned in for a sweet, sensuous kiss. Dean breathed into it. Your eyes shut along with his as you savored the moment, and him.

When you parted, your smile remained as you fingered the shiny edge of the bow. Dean began to smirk as well, despite how warm his face had gotten. His big hands found their way to your hips, welcoming you when you took a comfortable seat over his thighs.

You whispered against his lips, “I already know which present I’m gonna unwrap first.” 

AN: Lol there we go, a cheeky ending for you! Let me know if you liked this! ❤️💚

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hi! i saw that u write for aib and i was wondering if i can request a chishiya x reader, where they get separated in the middle of a difficult game and ends with the reader badly hurt by another player? idk why but i want something really angsty with a fluff ending (established relationship if possible) <3

A/N: Sure; I followed the concept as much as I could, I hope this is okay!! I need to start writing moreee aghhh I'm doing this final project for my course so it's been a bit hectic haha 😅 sorry for the wait! Enjoy 🖤 WORDS: 1.6K

Chishiya x Reader Oneshot; Smartass

Spades and Diamonds.

You already knew which person had to go where, which one between you and your partner was best for the very different survival games. One was all about using your head, outsmarting everyone to come out alive, and the other was about using your fists, your fight, physical strength rather than mental. And although you wouldn't say that you're the most physical person, especially in the Borderlands, you knew that in all the Borderlands, Chishiya Shuntaro could probably outsmart every single player. Maybe every gamemaster.

It was one of the first things you'd said to him when you met. During the Jack of Hearts, while the numbers of players were dropping on the screen, until it was just you and a handful of apprehensive, strange survivors left, Chishiya had stalked up to you and suggested you team up. The smirk that radiated self-confidence and amusement with the world, barely taking it seriously, but winning every game anyway, just because he could.

"Why don't you go solo?" You had questioned him with a raised brow, slightly defensive after he had called out your behaviour of just tagging along with the group but barely saying a word. You knew that trust was a priceless thing in the Borderlands, let alone in a Hearts game, and no one was worthy of it. "If you're such a smartass."

You thought that might get him annoyed, give him another reason to try and eliminate you from the game apart from being a survivor in the way of finding the Jack, or that you were the Jack yourself. But, if anything, his smirk grew, and those deep brown eyes looked almost curious as they glanced up and down at you.

"If I'm so smart, then what might you be?"

You scoffed under your breath, shrugging and looking away. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Maybe I would," was Chishiya's answer, and you looked up at him, taken aback. But you could see that he meant it, that curiosity shining through his otherwise blank, assessing features, and so, after getting out of that game alive, and many others with him suddenly at your side, he did know. You both started to know each other, more and more, until you were practically inseparable.

No one announced that you were together. There was no proposal, no question of going out, no massive gesture. You were together before you were together. It only took one sealing kiss, where you were both alone in another long, tense night that somehow seemed a bit relaxed with your company. Chishiya always seemed so unbothered, so humoured by the world and people around him, like it was playing out for his amusement. But now, as you're faced with a dilemma that's hardly a dilemma, he doesn't look so amused. He looks almost as apprehensive as the players around you look when you and Chishiya breeze through the challenges, working together flawlessly. Chishiya found it odd how easy it was to know what the other was thinking almost all of the time during games, to find an interest in someone new and different, until it unfolded into something deeper and more loving. The whole thing was completely alien to the both of you, but you loved it, and let it blossom.

But now, as the large fluttering images of the face cards are dragged through the sky by fat blimps, Chishiya's brows twitch unapprovingly, searching for a solution that will guarantee both of your safety.

"Go," you urge him, and he knows what you mean immediately, staring at you thoughtfully. "It's your game, Chishiya. Go beat the King of Diamonds. I'll manage, I will."

Chishiya doesn't answer for a stretched-out few moments, still looking for another option, a way for you to stay at each other's side like you always do, but there isn't anything. You can't risk losing a Diamonds game, and Chishiya can't risk getting beaten at a Spade game.

"You will," Chishiya says finally, though he's not agreeing. He's making you promise him, convincing himself as well as yourself. You know that he'll have no interest in returning to the real world without you, and by this point, you can't imagine living any way without him. You don't want to, and you won't.

"I will," you repeat, and he nods, not fully satisfied. But it's the best you can do.

"Good luck," he says with a smirk that doesn't quite quirk up fully, and his hand lingers in yours until Arisu and Usagi come over to get you.

Chishiya nods again, letting your hands fall apart, and goes over to Arisu, walking up close to him and muttering some words in his ear. Arisu looks straight at you, then at Chishiya, and nods with a half-smile. Then, he wanders off casually, blonde locks tangling with the light breeze, and you watch after him, hands going cold and lips vaguely swollen.

"Come on," Usagi tells you with a smile, patting you on the back, "let's go."

You do go. And you do the best you can do. You feel like Chishiya's watching you every step of the way, like he watches the Borderlands' events in half-hearted amusement. It's like he's leaning forward in his seat, pools of deep brown searching the screen you're running through, dodging attacks and bullets and shielding your ears from the bangs and cracks of the King's gun. There's so much blood, more blood than you thought was possible to come out of anyone. The stinging smell of iron makes you feel sick, all the while you fight to the death. Usagi and Arisu and everyone are beaten and broken, right up until the King is defeated. But by then, everyone is defeated.

Even you.

You feel almost guilty, along with the rush of other emotions; shock, dread, fear, pain, desperation. You can't bleed out on him now. Not when you've come so far. Not after you promised.

Arisu and Usagi make it towards you, helping you up and practically carrying you out of the game zone, Arisu screaming for help, help for another person, despite his cuts and bruises and blood staining his skin. Overhead, you hear two blimps boom up in flames, falling apart and to the ground in crashes, the card images flailing and burning, as dead as the countless bodies sprawled on the floor.

Two booms.

You smile despite yourself. You knew he'd do it. The smartass.

"Chishiya!" you hear Arisu scream, and Usagi supports your weight as Arisu stumbles over to the blonde-haired man, grabbing at his arm. "Help us. Help her. I tried, but there was so much..."

So much blood. So many bullets. Arisu had tried, and he hadn't failed. But now, as your blurring sight latches onto that all-too-familiar figure who walked quicker than normal to get to you, you feel as if you've failed. All in a moment, one shot from the King at the nearest moving thing was all it took to make you collapse, all of a sudden losing the invincibility you had with your other half.

The blurring made the Borderlands and its sounds fade in and out, in and out, until you were able to blink a neutral, albeit run-down room into view. It was the back room of some kind of shop, with you lying back atop a table, your shot wound being patched up with delicate, expert hands and concentrating, meticulous eyes. Those eyes flick up to meet yours before they're back on the wound, and Chishiya's white, plastic-gloved hand pulls out a bullet. You wince, expecting more pain than you get, and watch him groggily.

"Isn't this supposed to hurt?" you find yourself whispering, and Chishiya shakes his head, not looking up.

"I gave you some pain relievers I found. Don't fidget, I'll mess this up."

You smile and roll your eyes. "I won't argue with a doctor."

"Good," he says with an absentminded, small smirk, carefully stitching up the hole and pulling a bandage closer to the table. "I know what I'm doing. Fortunately for you, the shot missed a vital organ, though the blood loss could have cost your life if I didn't stop it when I did."

You bite your lip, peering at your flushed, angry skin around the wound. "Oh. Thank you."

He hums in acknowledgement, putting the needle and thread down to unravel the bandage. "Stop fidgeting, you little annoyance."

You bite back a smile at his amused, fond tone, one you'd grown to love hearing, and started hearing more and more. But your smile fades as your thoughts run away with you, until you end up blurting them out.

"I'm sorry."

Chishiya glances up at you. "What for?"

"Getting shot," you mumble. "I know I promised. It was just really... I didn't die."

"You didn't die," Chishiya confirms. "That's what matters, isn't it? You kept your promise. And life and death here isn't something you can so easily promise."

"No," you agree. "I know. But you can. You're such a smartass, I knew you'd waltz out of that game alive and alone."

Chishiya smirks properly at that. "I'm still the smartass? I thought you would have started treating me nicer now I've saved your life and you've saved mine."

You frown at the last statement, confused. "I saved your life? How?"

Chishiya simply smiles, fastening the bandage and admiring his work. "You have. Maybe not from a gun. But you have."

You're lost for words for a short while, blinking at him. "Really?"

Chishiya nods, sitting beside you and reaching out hesitantly, stroking a piece of your hair so delicately, like you could break with a single hard tap.

"Really. You," he whispers dramatically, as if he's telling you his biggest secret, "are my biggest and best reason."

And then, just like that, he's back up and packing the medical aids away, looking over his shoulder at you with his usual, infuriating amusement and perceptiveness.

"You're blushing."

You scoff at him, rolling your eyes.

"Smartass."