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[tvgals]

gimme plug! connie w his sleepy gf 😸

she’s such a sleepyhead! so when connie does his early morning drops, he makes her a little pallet in his backseat so she can sleep peacefully.

“cmon mama, don’t wanna leave you here.” connie says, pressing kisses to your face. “noooo, leave me here con’..” you whine, tossing and turning away from connie’s kisses.

“nope. get up, i ain’t asking again.” connie says. you groan and sit up, rubbing your eyes. connie hands you the keys to his car so you can make yourself comfortable in the backseat while the car heats up.

you walk to the car with pillows and a cover in hand. you make yourself snug in the backseat while the car’s heaters kicked on. connie walked out the door a few minutes after you, getting into the drivers seat. he smiled at your sleeping figure. he ran around in the city making his drops, making sure not to wake you up.

plug! connie is head over heels in love with his sleepyhead girlfriend

[sophsun1]

I'll see there's ten million dollars wired into your account. Thank you.

Interview With The Vampire – 2.08: And That's The End Of It. There's Nothing Else

[wifelivvyx]

okay i have a request !! maybe being on inside with george 👀 and a friends to lovers happens but also like drama??

Inside Trouble.

(A George Clarke x Reader fic set on Inside) notes at end of fic!!

You never expected reality TV to be this intense.

Sure, you knew Inside was about strategy, social manipulation, and surviving weeks locked in a house under 24/7 surveillance—but you didn’t realize just how personal it would get.

Especially with George Clarke in the mix.

You and George had been friends for a while before the show. Maybe even best friends. You always joked around, filmed videos together, and people constantly asked if there was something more between you. You always denied it.

But in here? With cameras watching, emotions running high, and George acting weird—it was getting a lot harder to pretend.

Day 8

"Y/N, admit it, you’d be lost in here without me," George teased, flopping down beside you on the couch.

You shot him a look. "Please. I’d be thriving without you weighing me down."

He gasped dramatically, hand on his chest. "That hurts. You love having me around."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "Keep telling yourself that, Clarke."

Someone from across the room chuckled. "You two do realize the entire internet is shipping you, right?"

You froze.

George, on the other hand, smirked. "Yeah, well… they might be onto something."

Your stomach flipped.

But you laughed it off. Because that’s what you always did.

Day 13

Lately, George had been distant. Not in an obvious way—he still joked around, still sat next to you at dinner, still teased you in the group challenges—but something had changed.

And you weren’t the only one who noticed.

"He’s jealous," one of the contestants whispered to you one afternoon.

You blinked. "Of what?"

She smirked. "C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been spending more time with Matt. And George? He’s fuming."

You glanced across the room. George was talking to someone, but his eyes kept flicking over to you. And yeah, now that you were looking for it—he definitely wasn’t happy.

So, of course, you had to test the theory.

You laughed a little louder at Matt’s joke.

And that was when George stood up and left the room.

Day 14

You found him in the kitchen later that night, leaning against the counter, looking pissed off.

"Alright," you said, crossing your arms. "What’s your deal?"

George scoffed. "I don’t have a deal."

"You’ve been acting weird all day."

"I’m fine," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You stepped closer. "George—"

"Do you like him?"

You blinked. "What?"

His jaw clenched. "Matt. Do you like him?"

You stared at him, heart pounding. "Why do you care?"

George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Because I—" He stopped, shaking his head.

"Because you what?" you pushed, stepping even closer now.

George’s eyes darkened, frustration flickering into something else. Something intense.

"Because I can’t stand watching you with someone else." His voice was low now, rough. "Because I’ve spent years pretending I don’t feel this way, and this stupid show has made it impossible to ignore. Because I—"

You didn’t let him finish.

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks of tension, months of denial, and every single moment leading up to this one.

George groaned against your lips, hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this. Like he was desperate for it.

You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The kitchen, the cameras, the whole show? Gone.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

George swallowed, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes.

"Well," he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Guess that settles that."

You laughed, still catching your breath. "Yeah. Guess it does."

And just like that—Inside had never felt more dangerous.

notes:

i would be lying if i said that requests without much infomation don't freak me out HELPP. i kind of just assumed you were talking about that one show 'inside'

ily all

[cametotheshowinsd]

Midnights by Taylor Swift || October 21, 2022

What keeps you up at night?

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go for searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we'll meet ourselves.

[nikist-4-n]

Happy 800 followers⠀⊹ㅤ۪𓈒︙⠀

Guys i actually reached 800 followers 4 days ago (it's currently 844) I was just too busy to post... I actually almost wanted to just make a boring announcement but NOPE so I'm here hehehe

thank u loves for 800 it's only been 14 days since 700 omg. I can't believe I made it this far and that ppl like my trashy mbs. I really appreciate u guys and I love all of u so much i really cherish all of u and I'm so happy that I met u guys u make me so happy ♡ ANYWAYS enough sappyness

Special thanks:

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anyways I lysm and I hope to see u at 900 ♡

[belovedivies]

the ending season (soft! makima x f!reader)

summary: In your shared bedroom one early rainy morning, Makima reflected on her feelings for you.

tags: fluff, possessive behaviors, soft makima, implied sexual content, implied breeding kink, dom makima, established relationship, minor character study, minor spoiler for makima's character (??), violent thoughts (cuz it's makima :3), one shot.

word count: 1,321 title is inspired by a mamerico song called kirari futari <3 also cross-posted on my ao3.

For all centuries of her existence, Makima was far from perfection.

She's not the strongest devil. She's still at beck and call of Japan's government. Even in a rare moment where her carefully crafted façade slipped by just a fraction to reveal a lonely, love-starved woman behind it all... that disgusted her too.

Makima had many pets. Human, to be exact, though none of their rights or feelings mattered the second she wrapped a collar around their necks and put them on a leash. Promises of sweet rewards were never fulfilled; none of them ever made it out alive at the end anyway. The redhead grew bored of her man playthings as time passed, so she spiced things up for her enjoyment by adding a girl to the mix.

A girl who happened to be you.

And for centuries of her existence, never once had Makima thought you would have this much effect on her. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you carried yourself. All laced with incredible warmth and gentleness—feelings that she thought a monster like her wasn’t privy to. Yet, at this moment, lying underneath the soft blanket with you curled up on her chest as a storm rages outside the window, some part of Makima grappled with this strange fuzzy feeling inside her long-dead heart.

The almighty Control Devil couldn't be soft; her so-called benevolence towards humanity didn't extend that direction. Makima played her part well for many years, being the compliant subordinate whom the higher-ups called for and the unfeeling leader whose presence most devil hunters deliberately avoided. Then why? Why did it only take for one simple girl to—

"Makima..."

You stirred in your sleep and the redhead's train of thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Outside, lightning flashes, thunder crashing loud enough to shake the windows. Your place was small and cozy, but ultimately not a very ideal home for the upcoming stormy September. Makima made a mental note to contact the movers soon—you'd be better off at her villa, with her by your side.

(Where we both belonged.)

Possessiveness was a part of the woman's nature, a selfish desire to obtain what was rightfully hers. She knew this well during her intense search for Chainsaw Man. Lies, manipulation, and violence became somewhat of a routine she wouldn't shake off.

She couldn't.

But she wanted to, for you.

Makima looked at you. Like really, really looked at you and took in everything. In the near pitch blackness of your bedroom with the faint, flicking lamp on the nightstand as the only source of light, you were all she saw. You and your messy bedhead, with little locks of hair that spread out over the pillow like a halo. You and that little bit of drool that was pooling at the corner of your mouth. Your breath, so shallow it was also non-existent with the storm raging in the background. Vulnerability never looked so good on anyone as it did you.

You were warm, you were perfect. She wanted to kill you sometimes.

You were lying two centimeters away from the redhead at most, so what's stopping her from reaching over and wrapping her hands around your neck? Human was a fragile kind with an even more fragile lifespan. No matter how much they tried to squeal with grand, over-the-top gestures, it wouldn't change the fact that they were just... that. A forgettable and insignificant existence in the scheme of things. 

Her hands shifted underneath the blanket from where they were resting over the curve of your waist.

You were really warm.

And suddenly, she didn't want to move a single muscle anymore.

(This could wait until tomorrow.)

She said that yesterday too. And the day before that, and before that, and way before she could be bothered to recall. You were a threat to her authority from the day Makima let you stay in her bed and embrace her a second longer. Maybe she only had herself to blame for letting her guard down and allowing things to go this far. It’s not just a bad movie that the Control Devil could simply turn off and walk away from. No, you were now a constant presence in her life. A presence she didn’t want to get rid of. Why, she asked herself again.

Maybe it’s because you’re cute, and definitely too naive for your own good. Makima was amused at the number of times she walked home, covered in blood and you would still run up to the door to kiss her cheek and tell her dinner was ready. There’s a warm bath too, and that tiramisu she liked so much for dessert. You added a small twist of cinnamon to her recipe; she didn’t dislike it. 

A silly girl, but a good girl nonetheless. 

Her good girl.

Makima’s arms tightened themselves around your waist at the thought. Not quite pushing you closer, just… securing her hold on you. This blanket wasn’t thick enough, and the cold might make you squirm away from her touch. Or just her in general.

After all, these hands weren’t built to be gentle. 

They choked, they killed, they settled fates, and destroyed lives in a flash. She could wash the gore off in a public bathroom later, paying no attention to the lingering stench of alcohol and cigarettes in the surroundings. Makima’s thoughts would trail back to your smiling face as she dried her hands off and readjusted her trenchcoat. She wondered if you knew about her job, her identity, and the things she had done for a better world. It was always those same adoring eyes that greeted her once she got back like she hung the moon and stars. She would catch Chainsaw Man eventually. One fight, then a lifetime of utopian. 

It would be a picture-perfect future that the woman knew you fit in just fine. 

An eternity to come with you beside her. Maybe even under, on top, in the bedroom, the kitchen, and the couch. You would moan her sweet name so sweetly as she pounded away at your sweet little cunt. Oh, she would definitely get you pregnant, heavy with her powerful children. It was a family Makima had dreamt of for so long, and she would make it a reality. Soon, when you were ready for her.

Another flash of thunder ripped through the gloomy early sky. This time, it was you who snuggled further into her chest and let out a mewl that did that weird thing to her heart. You finally woke up, it seemed. 

“Morning~” her little angel yawned with a smile, pulling away just enough as the bruising grip she still had on your waist allowed you to stretch your shoulders. It never really occurred to Makima how readily you basked in her borderline suffocating attention. “How did you sleep, my love?”

Love.

The corner of your girlfriend’s lips curled up into a half-smile. One of her hands left your midriff to bring yours to her face, pressing soft, worshipful kisses on your knuckles. Oh, she’s in love with you alright, and whatever the fuck you were doing to Makima, it was genuinely changing her life. “Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

The redhead hummed against the soft skin of your palm, nuzzling her cheek into it. You did this. You and your gentle loving melted down the walls surrounding her heart. A foreign territory that terrified just as much as it captivated Makima. But for you…

Yes, you. 

She was loved, and she wanted to learn how to love you in return. Even if the attempt was clumsy, even if her bad habits were sure to resurface and become an obstacle.

Even if she got hurt.

“Say, baby girl…” Makima’s voice dropped to a low whisper. “Since the storm doesn’t seem to let up anytime soon…

care for some breakfast in bed?” 

[straw-eb]

⠀⠀꒰⠀ׅ⠀ׁ⠀𝖼⍺꯭ֺ𝗎𝗌ׅ𝖾 𝗆ׅ𝗒 𝗅𝗈⃘ֺ𝗏ׅ𝖾⠀ׅ⠀ׁ ⃝🐚⃘⠀ְ⠀𝄄⠀𝗂ׅ𝗌 𝗆꯭𝗂𝗇⃘ֺ𝖾⠀ְ⠀♡⠀ׁ

[callsign-rogueone]

it’s Been A Day but I came home to a package from my book trade with @angstywaifu and now I’m crying happy tears over the art on the inside covers of the Australian onyx storm edition…

because LOOK AT THEM.

the tiny chocolate cake slice. that sunset over the mountains. Xaden being the right color.

perfection.

if you need me, I’ll be sitting here staring at this for another hour.

[dogwater56]

Hes so stupid. Wavy eyebrowed ocean man, take me away

Im really busy right now so have this doodle

[tvgals]

gojo hates when you’re mean to yourself.

and yet your daughter hates it even more.

you were picking up a few stragglers from the clothes you’d brought upstairs when you noticed a breeze on your back. for some reason, your pants didn’t fit like before.

you walked back into your shared bedroom and stripped of all the clothing besides your bra and panties. you sighed when you saw how wide your hips had gotten, how the cellulite on your legs was so noticeable, and how your face started to look older.

tears welled in your eyes. maybe having another kid was a bad idea if this is how you looked after one. you can’t help but see the way your stomach got pudgier and how your arms got thicker. eventually, the tears started to flow. you sat on the floor, holding your face in your hands. gojo walks in, a cheery smile on his face, that was until he saw the state his wife was in.

“baby, baby…what’s wrong?” gojo asks, pulling you into a hug. it takes you a while to respond, but once you catch your breath you can’t help to look at gojo. “i’ve become so different since we first met. i’ve gotten chubbier, my face looks so different…” you ramble, the tears flowing out like water from a dam. “oh baby…” gojo mumbles, rubbing circles on your back.

gojo lifts your face up and smiles. “you getting chubbier doesn’t bother me at all, in fact it’s kinda cute. seeing how your body has changed from our daughter, seeing how strong you’ve became…” gojo says, smiling. “and your gorgeous face!” he grins, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “it just shows how much life you’ve lived. i can’t wait to see how it wrinkles up when we’re old.” you sniffle, the tears starting to stop. before gojo can start his rant again, your 5 year old walks into the room.

“why are you guys on the floor?” she asks, her eyes curious. “mommy just needed a hug.” gojo smiles. “oh! i drew this for you and daddy.” she says, holding the paper out to the both of you. you grab it and tears well up once again. it was a poorly drawn yet thought out picture of the three of you. an arrow pointing to you that read: “my very pretty mommy :)” you beam at the drawing bringing her in for a hug. “i love you!” she says, hugging the two of you back.

[cybrrmutt]

You! Stop right there!!

BAP

Have an amazing day!!! :3 dont forget to shlorp some water! Chomp on some food!! Brush your fur!! >:3 your so perfect!! :D

<333

[wifelivvyx]

Inside Trouble (Part 2)

The kiss should have ended there.

It should have been a moment of clarity—one where you pulled away, looked at each other, and agreed it was a bad idea.

But when you started to lean back, breathless, George’s hands tightened on your waist.

"Not yet," he murmured.

And then he pulled you back in.

This time, the kiss was hungrier, like he had spent too long pretending he didn’t want this. His fingers gripped your waist like he was scared you’d slip away again, and you had to brace yourself against his chest as he kissed you deeper.

You felt dizzy—not just from the way his lips moved against yours, but from the fact that this was George.

And now you weren’t just thinking about him as your best friend.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it—in him.

Until—

Footsteps.

Your heart stopped.

You jerked away, eyes wide, breathing hard.

George groaned under his breath, tilting his head back in frustration, but he let you go just as another contestant walked into the kitchen.

They blinked at you both. "Uh… am I interrupting something?"

You scrambled for words, but George recovered quickly. "Nope. Just talking."

"Yep," you agreed too fast, forcing a smile. "Just talking."

The contestant raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. They just grabbed a water bottle and left.

The second the door shut, you let out a breath, pressing a hand to your racing heart.

George, however, just grinned.

"That was close," he muttered.

You shot him a glare. "You pulled me back in!"

He didn’t even look sorry. "Yeah. And?"

You stared at him. "And?! George, we’re literally on a reality show where people get eliminated based on social connections—"

"You say that like I wouldn’t take a nomination just to kiss you again."

Your breath hitched.

Because the way he said it? Like it wasn’t even a question? Like he meant it?

You shook your head, trying to ignore the warmth in your chest. "This is bad. Really bad."

George stepped closer. "You sure about that?"

You swallowed. "Yes."

His eyes flickered down to your lips, and suddenly, you weren’t so sure anymore.

But before you could figure it out, another contestant walked in.

This time, you didn’t wait for questions. You turned on your heel and left—before you did something stupid again.

Like let George Clarke kiss you a third time.

Day 16 – The Avoidance Game

You avoided him.

It wasn’t easy—George was everywhere. At breakfast, during group challenges, even when you were just sitting in the lounge. Every time you looked up, he was watching you with this annoying smirk, like he knew exactly why you were keeping your distance.

And okay, yeah. Maybe he did know.

But you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

At least, that’s what you thought—until he cornered you in the hallway.

"Are we seriously pretending that didn’t happen?" he muttered.

You stepped back, but your back hit the wall. Trapped.

"George—"

"Y/N." He stepped closer. "Talk to me."

You crossed your arms, trying to look unbothered. "It was just a moment."

He scoffed. "Oh yeah? Just a moment?"

You refused to look at him. "Yes."

George tilted his head, like he was deciding whether to believe you. "Then why haven’t you been able to look at me all day?"

Your breath caught. "I have—"

"Nope." His voice was low, teasing. "You’ve been avoiding me. And not very well, by the way."

You clenched your jaw. "Because I’m trying to be smart about this. The others are already suspicious."

George just shrugged. "Let them be."

You stared at him. "George, someone’s gonna notice."

He grinned. "Let them."

Your pulse spiked. "You don’t care if people find out?"

He exhaled sharply. "I care about you."

Your heart stuttered.

George took another step, so close now. His fingers brushed against your hip, and you felt your whole body heat up.

"You really want to pretend like that kiss meant nothing?" he asked softly.

You didn’t answer.

Because the truth?

You weren’t sure you could anymore.

George smirked. "Then stop me."

And then he kissed you again.

Slower this time. Less desperate, more intentional. Like he was proving a point.

And the worst part?

You let him.

Because George Clarke?

He had already won.

[conejita-canelita]

We underestimated when we said polin were losers. They’re worse than that. They’re like the regency-equivalent of the nerdy couple at the bottom of the popularity ladder in high school who get shoved into lockers and get their lunch money stolen but hey at least they’re in it together

[verysanebsdfan]

Kaido Shun dating headcanons

Kaido shun x GN!reader They/them pronouns used Not requested MASTERLIST!! I also found out i am much better at writing headcanons than actual one shots🥲 PLease request pookies i dont have ideas. If you want to request, please go to my introduction post first and read about what i would write<3

Now you maybe questioning how did you two even got together, honestly, most people ask the same question, however, the answer is really simple. You both are delusional, just kinda in a different way.

So, we all know that Shun lives in his own world, but let's all be honest, all of us do, at least sometimes.

So, you two are classmates, you, being the quiet kid who just stares out of the window, daydreaming, making scenarios, real or not. And then there's Shun who is, well, more vocal about his delusions, but can we blame him? No. (<3)

So once, you two get paired up for a project and you actually have a lot in common.

Later you start subconsciously (thats such a hard word to spell😔) seeing him in your silly little daydreams, and he as well, makes a lore for you, which in the end, makes you the over powered assitant of The Jet Black Wings.

My guy is very shy, so he probably wouldnt talk as much with you as you'd like, but, Yumehara would notice something between you, and ask you about it which made you wonder.

Did it make Yumehara sad? Yes. Did she set you two up for a date with big enthuisiasm? Also yes.

It was really just a simple café date, but it got you two together<3

It took him a while to really warm up to do even simple things like holding hands or even a kiss on the cheek, ma shy boi<3

But you got there, you often have study dates, because we know how his mom is, however, she adores you<3

You would tell the group pretty soon after he'd warm up to the couple stuff.

Honestly, Yumehara was probably the most happy, it stung, but she moved on soon, and no, she did not go back to obsessing over Saiki again.

I think he'd be a words of affirmation or acts of service guy, can't really decide.

Anytime you feel insecure, or sad, he'd tell you how awesome, gorgeous, and smart you are<3

And anytime you would feel sick or something, he'd be there, or, at least would try to be there<3

You either grow old together or decide to end it on good note after you graduate from highschool, no in between. But even if you would end it, you'd still be friends

I hope it's good<3

Drink water, stay safe, ily y'all bye<3!

[c-heriis]

ʚིི༏ɞྀ⠀ ✩ .  ﾟ🪽 ˖　 100 followers!!　⊹

OMG I can't believe I reached 100 followers 😭you guys are amazing !!! i’m really grateful for all the support this blog has been getting, it really means a lot to me 🫶🏻 every single interaction here w everyone makes my day sm better, I love you all and I really cherish these small milestones. please dont stop being amazing 💗💗

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[esbatubulet]

Cinta yg dewasa itu sudah bukan lagi tentang "I love you". Tapi lebih ke "yaa Rabb, jagalah ia dimanapun ia berada. Lancar kan segala aktivitasnya. Dan jauhkan ia dari segala sesuatu yg tidak baik"..