#im not trying to be heartless honest

[i2rizz]

hiii hru!! i really love your work so can i ask for a fic where reader is heartbroken about their ex situationship and rin appears in her life and treats her like everything?? thank youu im just trying to cope with my situationship LOLL 😔😔🙏🙏

HIII omg first off—thank you so much!!! you're so sweet!! and YESS 1000% i got you. i'm really sorry you're going through that right now!! Pls tell me if i can maybe help in some way? Anywayy lemme give you some kind of comfort ig?

You Never Had To Ask

genre: comfort, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort

warnings: emotional heartbreak, mentions of past situationship,self-worth struggles, soft touch-starved rin, healing arc

You don’t cry over him anymore, not in the way that twists your chest until you can’t breathe. Not in the way that makes your hands tremble when you reach for your phone, hoping—praying—he’s texted something that sounds like I miss you, but instead you’re left on read. Again.

Now, it’s more like a dull ache. Like a bruise you keep pressing, just to see if it still hurts.

And it does.

You're sitting at a convenience store bench past 11 p.m., legs tucked up against your chest with a half-drunk canned coffee beside you, the kind you only buy when you're trying to feel something. The kind you bought after seeing a photo of him on someone else's story—his arm casually thrown around a girl like he’d never held you that way before.

He never really held you at all, you realize.

"Is this seat taken?"

You blink, startled. A boy—tall, lean, with dark teal eyes like sea-glass and a face carved out of cold marble—stands beside the bench. His voice is quiet but firm. Reserved.

You recognize him immediately. Itoshi Rin. The Blue Lock guy. Soccer prodigy.

You shrug, brushing at your sleeve. "Not anymore," you mutter. "Like most things in my life"

Rin’s eyes flicker, but he doesn’t ask. He just sits.

A full minute passes in silence. You expect him to put in earbuds or pull out his phone, but he just sits there, quietly drinking his water like it’s the most normal thing in the world to share a 7-Eleven bench with a sad stranger.

"…You don’t talk much, do you?" you ask.

He glances at you. "I talk when I have something to say"

You huff a tired laugh. "Must be nice. My ex-situation talked so much, but never said anything real"

"That’s not talking. That’s performing"

You blink at him, surprised.

Rin doesn’t elaborate. But he looks at you—really looks at you, like he can read the tired lines under your eyes and the heart-shaped fracture behind your ribs.

That night, you don’t talk much more. You just sit in silence with a stranger who doesn't feel like one, and for once, it's enough.

You see Rin again a week later.

You're not sure how the universe is orchestrating this, but it's 1 a.m., you're walking home with your headphones in, and there he is—hood up, hands shoved in his pockets, kicking a soccer ball down an empty sidewalk like the street is his own personal field.

He stops when he sees you. Doesn’t smile, doesn’t wave. Just nods once.

You slow. "Practicing this late?"

"Always"

You glance at the ball. "Is that your whole personality or…?"

His mouth twitches. "Better than making someone your whole personality"

It’s not cruel. It’s just honest.

You stop in your tracks.

"…Ouch" you whisper, but not because it hurt. Because it was true.

Rin notices. He steps back, almost like he regrets it. "Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that"

"No, it’s okay" You force a small smile. "I needed to hear it"

He walks you home that night. Quietly, like he doesn’t need to fill the space between you to make it meaningful. Like his presence alone is saying, I’m here. I’m not leaving just because things are quiet.

You never ask him to walk you again. He just does.

Every time.

You learn that Rin isn’t heartless—he’s just careful with where he places his heart.

He listens when you talk, really listens. He doesn’t offer clichés or band-aid words like "you’ll get over it" or 'he didn’t deserve you anyway" He just… lets you feel. Lets you unravel slowly, without rushing to stitch you back up.

One night, you break. The grief you’ve been holding in finally spills out in messy, ugly sobs, and you hate it—hate being seen like this, vulnerable and stupid over someone who never chose you fully.

You try to push Rin away. Tell him to go.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he sits beside you on your bedroom floor, back against the wall, his thigh barely touching yours. He doesn’t speak for a long time. When he does, his voice is low. Careful.

"I don’t think you’re stupid"

You sniff, tugging at your sleeve. "You don’t even know me"

"I know what it’s like to give too much to someone who doesn’t care enough to hold it"

You glance at him, startled. Rin doesn’t look at you. He stares ahead, jaw clenched.

"My brother made me feel like that for years," he adds, softer. "Like I wasn’t enough. Like no matter what I did, I was always chasing something he didn’t want to give me"

Your breath catches. You look at him, really look, and realize for the first time that Rin isn’t just cold. He’s hurt. He’s learning how to be soft again too.

Maybe you’re not healing alone.

It happens slowly.

He starts to text you after late practices. You start leaving a second can of coffee on that old bench—one for you, one for him.

You catch him staring sometimes. Not in a predatory or possessive way, but like he’s memorizing you. Like you matter.

You don’t know what to call it.

One night, you ask him, voice barely above a whisper:

"Why are you here? Why do you care?"

Rin exhales. Runs a hand through his hair. Looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that isn’t exhausting.

"…Because you don’t ask me to be anything but myself"

Your heart skips.

"I don’t need you to change either" you whisper.

He nods, once. And then, very softly, he reaches for your hand.

You let him.

Rin never promises you forever. He’s not the type. But he shows up.

When your chest feels hollow, he fills it with silence and warmth. When you start to doubt your worth, he reminds you—not with grand gestures or poetic speeches, but with little things. The way he keeps your favorite snack in his bag. The way he softens his voice when you’re tired. The way he listens to your music, even the songs he doesn’t understand.

And for the first time, love doesn’t feel like begging.

It feels like breathing.

It feels like you never had to ask.

[gilly-moon]

i have....thoughts about the new kh4 screenshots.....mini rant under the cut

trying so hard not to get bummed out by these images because....where did the whimsy go??? why does it look more like some generic modern final fantasy game than the magical colorful kingdom hearts universe we fell in love with??

obviously a handful of screenshots and one trailer from years ago isn't much to go off. i recognize im making a LOT of assumptions over a very small slice of information. but. sora looks so much more generic now. he's cute, of course, and the graphics are stunning, but what happened to his chunky necklace? why is he wearing form-fitting converse instead of toony mickey shoes? they've nerfed the most iconic aspects of his design, including his crazy spiky hair, and its frankly a little depressing to see even if i know at heart its still the same sunshine boy we know and love.

also? i gotta be honest. the whimsical combat vfx against a stark, empty city street looks. bad. its completely disjointed. and they've done cityscapes before! that looked great! and cohesive! because they were stylized!! but kh3 had this issue for me too, where some of the environments felt sanitized of the stylish exaggeration we were used to from all the other games and it just didn't feel as good to traverse them, even if technically and graphically they were beautiful and well-made.

(also out of context the new heartless designs are neat but they feel so wildly separate from the heartless and nobodies and various creatures that have been consistent in EVERY OTHER GAME and i. really dont like it.)

maybe the plot will surprise me, and make up for my hang-ups with the visual direction they're taking. maybe we'll see more of riku and i'll suck it up just to see him again. but i already had some issues with kh3, so im not holding out too much hope. i wish for nothing more than to be awed by this game when it releases. but someone on here put it pretty well - it feels like sora has landed in the 'live action remake' world. and we know how piss poor those have been as of late :/

[mellohiizz]

Heh.... guess whos back to yap even more.... (its glitchduo anon) if this is too long and you dont want to reply thats totally cool however i saw you were interested in ashs character and i just HAD to assist...

(Everything neg here is about the characters not ccs btw, most of it is /aff anyways :3)

Ok so im assuming you know the general gist of s4 which is kind of all i know about it aside from like one or two vods ive fully watched. You also probably know about swagdoons which are the enemies to lovers (sometimes) of lifesteal and they try to kill each other but kiss afterwards..... they are the yaoi ever but ill try to be less insane about them to keep this rant focused

most of my REAL info about ash is from mid s5 and s6 which is when i started watching streams more than the videos, however i know he tries to portray himself as the big scary villain in s4 but honest to god he was apologizing PROFUSELY for the smallest things that guy is NAWT a truly heartless villain although he is pretty selfish and greedy but. Well:

before getting into his character i thought he like fully hated everyone, would never try to help someone else, was a general asshole etc etc but the more i paid attention to him the more i realized that yeah i guess he is those things but there is at least one person he gives a shit about (squiddo) and by god does he care a LOT about her

he also is pretty pathetic actually.... when his peace thing in s5 didnt work out he immediately went back to trying to be evil and selfish in s6... hmm its almost like he reverts back to hating everyone before they think hes a loser hmmm... its also really funny because this guy can BARELY pvp so he's very all or nothing on his dramatic gestures (eg he cant take over the server with pvp so he does it with the wormhole which imo is 500% more impressive, although i dont know very much about pvp)

despite him being pathetic he is def a force to be reckoned with, hes very idle until provoked and the provokation is usually out of spite and malice but that guy will stop at Nothing to get what he wants once he has a good enough motive (and doesnt have collage work)

he also gives me false god vibes but like... hes sort of AWARE hes a false god but does not want to admit it At All. i think its really interesting that the season after he became god he was made a host for a god (he actually confirms hes possesed by the commisioner/overseer/lifesteallord when he talks as them btw absolutely wild) and i think it would be cool if that was intentionally to like. Humble him. Show him a real god, not just an immortal guy with flying powers

(This is a little more of a headcanon but i think its feasable) i think that since his s5 loss, being his first major loss in any season ever, hes lost a sense of self in lifesteal, sitting in his house thats too big with empty walls and emptier reasoning. not to mention hes teamless and his only ally/friend is squiddo and thats not even official 😭😭

so yeah my guy is Going Through It... someone get this man hot chocolate and a warm blanket or maybe a picnic with his Best and Only Friend 🙁🙁

(Oh yea if you want a general idea of s5 onwards and dont have time for streams or really long cinematic videos i would recommend squiddos videos on it, theyre rarely over 15-20 minutes and there are only seven right now so you can get through them in a few days if you're REALLY crunched for time ^_^)

hello again glitchduo anon!! giggles i kind of know some general lore?? but mostly out of things i see on here about it, or like clips/vods i'm able to watch when i have time? so yeah... ash's character is very interesting to me, and honestly, what you said about him aligned pretty well with what i did see of him, but like... not in lifesteal, but the character he played in spoke's unstable videos. bro was literally begging for attention and alliance, and then turned around and BOOM twist villain jumpscare he's actually evil... he was acting off the whole time (ignoring mapicc, probably because he knew mapicc was harder to manipulate, and being very obnoxious about getting close to spoke in particular), so that checked out (sorry, i can yap about unstable for so long, im so insane about it) but yeah, i really really enjoy watching him do his thing, and i want to study him in a lab like a weird microorganism or something definitely was getting the false god vibes too btw from i did see of him in lifesteal (which was mostly just other people's vods) actually the whole being host of a god sounds so interesting?? that's definitely the first time i heard about something like this and i love everything having to do with possessions and stuff like that definitely one of the top characters i actually want to know more about (second close is minutetech i'd say) and don't worry, i really like reading what you send in, it actually helps a lot and it's very interesting!! the moment i opened my inbox and saw a lot of text i was like "oh yeah i know who this is from" (/hj/aff btw) thank you for taking the time to give me more knowledge i guess :33 !!

[shenrickyz]

work your fingers to the bone

⭑ «  and listen, doyeon is trying. featuring doyeon & yijun of @chcrryade. late nov–2022. 841 words.

!!!! these little gay boys are taking over my brain, somebody save me!! pulled a jj and decided to write about random interesting man who is not real, everyone in cherryade is very intriguing but im lowkey scared to touch gogo.. my glorious gemini king 💔💔 also jalen scares me soooooo 😓 we have this :)) thank you kil doyeon and qiao yijun for making me lose my mind 💗 thank you jj for letting me shake them around in my hands like bobble heads

to be completely fair, righteous, honest in the manner you have to be when concerning your fellow human beings, doyeon does not think yijun is all that bad.

however, that’s about the extent of credence he’ll allow the rapper, there isn’t even the added existence of a somewhat pleasant aid to his personality. he’s aware that’s rude, contradictory, hypocritical, and everybody has their ticks, he can’t exactly lord superiority in that regard.. not much anyway.

doyeon supposes the lack of such attributes could domineer as clear strengths; abrasive, exceedingly headstrong and rousing. it provides enough of a front, an argumentative expression which allows him to ease his way through most of everything, it’s a skilled strategy.

the look doyeon is receiving currently, though shadowed over in the dim lighting the two am dorm atmosphere offers, contains a scarce animosity, unusual for yijun.

doyeon will take anything he can get, which includes the little gleam of curiosity he sourly mistakens for something much better.

“you’re good, hyung, i’ll give you that one”.

the leader blinks, the rapper stares, amused, slightly content.

“elaborate on that one for me”.

doyeon feels idiotic attempting to ask, as if he would tell you, you think he’s a kid or something?

well he surely acts like one.

“you’re smart, can’t you figure it out?”

doyeon didn’t even have to ask a question.

he doesn’t want to say it, dreads the upcoming gaze and idiotic comments he’s aware will follow, already foreshadowing minhui’s shit eating grin, jalen’s drawling about his words being “after school special shit”, haeil would probably take the words with a nod, shyly shading his contentment in his typically reserved manner, and hasun.. well doyeon’s already aware of the advancing reaction with that one, he’s about the simplest member in terms of reaching out to.

and yijun appears evident, an ample display of vitriol he cannot exactly pinpoint. doyeon’s not.. nosy, he thinks, he hopes he doesn’t appear that way, yijun won’t care to leave it untouched, he has that knack for commenting on such specific things.

“i just— i mean.. i don’t know actually, we obviously aren’t going back to the company anytime soon, so can’t you keep a measure of civility while we’re stuck in this dorm for who knows how long?”

perhaps he’s asking for too much, his teeth grit and he prepares a physical wince at the responding silence, as if yijun will attempt a punch or some shit, of course he wouldn’t actually do that but doyeon has also kept in mind to not underestimate the little nuisance.

“civility is fine with me, it’s just—“

“jaehee yes lord i know you don’t exactly make it subtle..”

doyeon almost believes his sight has begun acting up once he observes the not so visceral reaction he earns. he guesses yijun has a measure of integrity, he wouldn’t yell outlandishly whilst the other members are fast asleep (or are staring endlessly at their ceilings, sleep is always a difficult feat), he can give him that one, he isn’t heartless by any means.

“i’ll try”.

and the mutter widens doyeon’s eyes so far they about pop from his sockets, it earns a slight breath, just barely the roots of budding laughter. doyeon is.. pleased.

he’s actually getting somewhere with this, who would even guess?

“what’s with that look? do you have no faith in me, hyung?”

doyeon blinks, silently nervous regarding the offense of his expressions. however, yijun’s got some well scrawled elation over his features, blossoming brightly again despite the lack of noticeable light permeating the room.

“no no it’s not that.. i just..” he’s unaware of how to continue that one, i just wasn’t expecting that from you? well that’s a rude way to continue it, he does care about how yijun feels, even if the rapper might lack some in that regard. “sorry, i do have faith in you”.

you’re better than you like to appear.

okay, so he won’t say that one, he’ll save it for a hopefully finer moment.

“you better, hyung, you know you’re one of my favorites right?”

doyeon falters for a mere second, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth, chilling air seizing his throat. it isn’t surprising by any standards, yijun is brash, yes, but not completely terrible, hopefully not completely terrible.

“ah, really”.

it’s less of a sure inquiry, his hand comes through his hair and he hopes there’s little of clear astonishment on his face, now that would be embarrassing.

yijun doesn’t appear to mind, possibly the brightest smile doyeon’s ever seen blooming over his features. “yeah, don’t tell hasun-ah i said any of that”.

and lord doyeon fucking chuckles, shaking his head in tandem with an exhaling breath. “i think you should go to sleep”.

the words settle into the air, yijun offers nothing more than his endless smile.

“sure hyung”.

doyeon surmises it isn’t much of a success, only one wall taken down, yet it’s a start. yijun’s got his ticks, yes, every human being does, but he really isn’t that bad.

[cowboyschumi]

Heeyy, it’s me again - this one it’s gonna be LONG so I apologize in advance (i’ll get to tell you all my thoughts about excuse-moi in a second but first i have to say a bunch of random things)

1) I was going through your profile looking for heartless because i wanted to reread it since you weren’t gonna post the Paul fic that day and i accidentally scrolled past it, only to find out that it was not your first work here on tumblr - I felt SO silly because wdym you had a fic with my boy Franco this whole time and i had not read it????!!!!

But i did find it in the exact right moment because it happened to fit perfectly with my my most recent obsession — Chappel Roan — which means i appreciated your work the right way it should be appreciated: by blasting My Kink Is Karma in my headphones while reading it — i’d say it was a 10/10 experience

2) I was gonna leave my love for Excuse-Moi to the end, but since i have a few questions for you i think it’s better if i save them for last

Let’s start with: we can all agree that paul looks like the perfect enthusiastic golden retriever and thinking about it, i got to the conclusion i also totally agree with the vision that he is the visual admirer type

"Then I'll be at that damn museum every day following you like today if that means I get a date in your busy schedule,” Paul stated, his tone serious, no joking. I read this and simply started giggling and kicking my feet, i swear, so high school immediately started playing in my brain because that’s exactly how i felt

Also let’s talk about KISSING IN THE RAIN IN PARIS like that’s probably one of the most romantic things in the world — thank god i get to experience this through fanfic because let’s be honest, it’s probably never going to happen to me

3) lastly i only have two questions for you, first being: what pronouns do you prefer? i looked in your tumblr to see if i could find them but i didn’t (if you mentioned it before, i’m sorry — there’s a huge chance i simply didn’t see since i’m not the greatest when in comes to paying attention to things)

second: while reading your Franco fic, i noticed the warning that english is not your first language thing that i hadn’t noticed until this moment — What is your first language? Where are you from? (i think that actually makes 3 question, but anyways) You don’t have to answer any of this if you don’t feel comfortable in doing so

Okay, to wrap it up, i’m sorry for this big-ass message (it feels like i typed half of the bible here) and i’m also sorry if there’s any mistakes, english it’s also not my first language and right now im way to lazy to go back looking for typos. Oh and please ignore the colorful letters, i just discovered i could do this in requests and acted like a child with a new box of crayons

Have a great day, talk to you soon! 🤍✨

HELLOOOO! (You really should start using an emoji or acronym, I hate calling you anon.)

Lil gift from me to you: Bunny Osc.

I'll try to keep my replies short too, so my apologies in advance. But honestly, I absolutely love reading you, so it's no problem at all!

First of all, I loved how you used the colors of each fic, so detailed. Fun fact: the Franco fic was actually inspired by a SebMark edit I found on tt with that song. But I felt it didn’t match Seb; it’s more of a love-hate type of song, and I think it really reflects the fan dilemma with F’s behavior. We support the kid to death, but he be wilding. #istanmycancelledwife

I recently started listening to Chappell, so I’d love any recommendations from her or similar artists!

About Excusez-moi. Honestly, not my best work, and probably the shortest one too. Every blonde boy has his golden retriever energy, but I see Paul as calmer, still playful, just not hyperactive. Even though I write fiction, I like to keep personalities realistic and true to each driver. Writing Paul is especially tricky since there’s not much individual media or interviews of him, it’s all deduction. I’d say he’s the type of introverted, unreadable guy who only opens up to his love interest. (Overanalyzer yapping, sorry.)

There’s nothing I hate more than cringey dialogue or forced quotes, so when I write interactions, I try to bring out my inner lover girl and create meaningful, tense, and coherent moments. It means a lot that my writing evokes that feeling. We hopeless romantics really do experience love through reading.

To not make this any longer, I answered your questions on my navigation/presentation (or whatever it’s called). It would be so funny if you were Hispanic too. Thank you for asking so respectfully, I genuinely appreciate it.

Don’t even doubt how much I enjoy reading you, so don’t hold yourself back from chatter and long-ass questions. <3

Feel free to reach out whenever you want!

P.S: I’ll start working on something that I suspect you may like. 🫡

[blvdymary]

This Jonathan fic you wrote, oh my goodness I love this fic. The master of fear himself looking at the fear and bad memories that he conjured up in the reader. and instead of his usual behaviour of analysing the subjects fear or of getting a kick out of it. Instead he sees that this is not right and this is not okay to immerse someone vulnerable in that fear and he actually chooses to be humane and to help and try to restore calm to her.

" Needless to say, you weren't expecting Crane, one of the most heartless men in Gotham, to be holding you close to his chest when you woke up. You looked up at him but he stopped you, pulling you closer to his chest as he spoke in a more soft and gentle voice. “Everything is going to be alright, it wasn't your fault.” And at that moment you knew there was good in bad people, and people were willing to listen to you. For once." Im sorry if this is tmi I hope its not but csa happened to me and this bit of your writing here hit so hard

Girl there is no tmi between me and anyone, I’m free to discuss any topic at any given time so if you ever feel like you need to talk to someone I’m here!!! Also, I’m glad you enjoyed it, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to add this topic as the ‘trauma’ for the reader since it is something that happened to me personally too, but needless to say, I’M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT. 😭

Also I am so sorry you experienced something like that, no one ,and I strictly underline it, NO ONE deserves or should go through something as traumatic as that. Everyone is valid and there is no comparison between people. (some really need to understand that.) “oh mine is worse—“ Yours is valid so is mine, we should not compare traumas because it is not a competition. Please, for anyone reading this don’t forget that you are valid. 🤍

[ajoytobeheld]

The films of the year! (last year)

January 11th, 2010

Here in no particular order is my fail safe opinionated and completely flawed list of films I enjoyed the most last year. There are a lot of films I did not see, so for all “A Serious Man” and “Antichrist” lovers IM SORRY I DIDNT GET AROUND TO WATCHING THEM! They are on my ilovefilm list, honest. There are also some films missing which I thought were okay, but did not find them as effecting as others, e.g “Let The Right One In” and “Up” but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy them, it just means I am a heartless bitch. Also my memory sucks so I probably left loads out too.

Drag me to hell!

An entertaining B movie pastiche of disgustingness and stupidity with Mr Raimi returning to his “Evil Dead” esque horror comedy roots after the awful “Spiderman 3.” Plus the heroine does battle with a evil handkerchief, and we all love it when linen goes bad.

Moon

Starring lots of Sam Rockwells and Kevin Spacey’s REALLY creepy voice, it’s budget allowed special effects which make “Red Dwarf” seem sophisticated but is a highly original and character driven Sci-Fi film. Yes, it was made by David Bowies son.

Zombie land

Best Bill Murray cameo I can remember.

Inglorious Basterds

This film got bafflingly average reviews despite the fact it is a complete return to form after the film about Kirk Russel killing women WITH HIS CAR!

The acting displayed from Christoph Waltz would make Daniel Day Lewis weep into his cobblers shoes, and the  scene in which the “Basterds” are undercover in the German bar….I was literally hanging off my seat, about to fall unto the floor, gripping the chair of the arm scared…..it was unrelentingly good. Even my mum liked it, and her favorite film is “Shirley Valentine.”

The Hurt Locker

This Katherine Bigelow piece tracks a bomb defusal squad in Iraq and although I am unsure about its slightly one sided patriotic message, it is still an educational, gripping and somewhat disturbing insight into the American army.

Frost/Nixon

One of my favorite films of last year, I knew little to nothing about Watergate or Nixon himself and this film made me learn things which normally I hate! plus Michael Sheen is always an incredibly watch-able and charismatic presence.

Star Trek

It could have sucked, it could have been a sacrilegious experience, but it was entertaining and sensitive to its origins.

Where The Wild Things Are

This is a incredibly brave and incredibly heartbreaking film which shows that Mr Jonze does not bend to the will of studios, it explores the confusion of childhood so perfectly and really pulls the “Stand By Me” esque punches. Perfect. BRING TISSUES.

In The Loop

I love Armando Iannucci very hard, plus its nice to know what “My Girl” is up to. The political ramifications this film depicts are also somewhat terrifying.

Hunger

I love Michael Fassbender very hard as well, and this biopic of political prisoner and hunger strike participant Bobby Sands is a uneasy viewing experience… he was also great in the disturbing “Eden Lake.”

Milk

A heartbreakingly beautiful biopic with the guy from High School Musical.

Public Enemies

There was something about this which sparked me despite its glaring errors and flaws (e.g filming on digital and Christian “continually disappointing” Bale.) I think its the unrelenting charisma of Marion Cottilard and Johnny Depp.

Coraline

A incredibly terrifying “kids” film with wreaths of imagination and darkness to boot.

My Least Favourite Film of the Year: (500) Days of Summer. It has to be seen to be believed how try hard and awful it is. I would recommend going out and watching it right now, honestly. Do it.

Ellen x

[siiiilver]

if y’all know any pathological liars or like, the kinda people that would unapologetically make good intentioned people cry on purpose, drop them now

[chvnnie]

Heyy

Could you do a Lee know smut in their car and he has a daddy kink and nipple kink

It’s A Scream, Baby!

lee minho x reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, soft pleasure dom!minho, sub!reader, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, reader has pierced nipples, car sex, public sex, minho refers to reader as his “play thing” once, squirting. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: the movie is boring, you’re needy, minho is hot. how did you expect this night to turn out?

a/n: anon, you sent this the morning after i had a dream involving nipple play w a skz member so this was literally perfect. bless u for giving me an excuse to write this. also, i’m making a permanent taglist masterlist (does that make sense? idk) bc im losing track of who wants on it. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BEING ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAGLIST, PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK. thnx :))) also this fic contains several references to my personal favorite movie, even if reader hates it lmao.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal

The killer finally caught up to the main character, music building in dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Would he get her? Would she narrowly escape? Would the person you could have sworn died earlier in the movie come in at the last minute, sacrificing themselves for her?

If you were being honest, you didn’t really care. You had zoned out about thirty minutes in, the plot totally lost on you. How did they get here, anyway? Last you checked, her boyfriend was still detainted under suspicion of being the murderer. Was he out now?

Oh, who gives a shit?

Minho’s low chuckled filled the car, following a terrible joke from the comic relief.

Your boyfriend apparently gave a shit.

It wasn’t a surprise, given the fact that he was the one who suggested going to the drive-in. He was so excited about it, showing you the ad that popped up on his feed. The first three movies (apparently there were five? The thought of this movie having four sequels was making you lose brain cells) back to back for a whopping five dollars per car. It was a steal, and given the way his face lit up as he pitched the idea to you, you would be heartless to say no.

So that’s how you ended up in the backseat of the car, air conditioning on full blast and snuggled up under a blanket with Minho, watching as the boyfriend held a voice changer up to his mouth to reveal himself as the killer.

Huh. So he was guilty.

You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling like a kid in a candy shop. The movie reflected off of his glasses, almost hiding his pretty eyes that were sparkling with excitement. He wasn’t joking when he said this was his favorite movie; his reactions were almost enough to make you want to focus on the movie.

Key word: almost.

Instead you stared at him, eyes slowly taking in every inch of him. He sat with his legs spread, grey cotton shorts riding up his thighs from trying to get comfortable in the cramped backseat. The sweatshirt and hat he wore match, both stitched with the name of your shared university. The way he was wearing his hat, however, is what made you practically salivate, unable to look away. You loved when he wore it backwards, hair pushed out of the way so you could see every angle of his face. You could stare at him all day, constantly in awe of how god-like your boyfriend was.

He was much more interesting than some bad 90s horror movie.

You shifted your weight to rest your head on Minho’s shoulder, staring up at him with the slightest hint of a pout. His attention shifted from the movie to you, a small smile creeping on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hi.” You said softly, gripping onto his right arm as you snuggled closer to him.

“Hi.” He responded, leaning in to peck the center of your forehead. “Having a good time?”

You shrug, fingers tracing a line up and down the arm you were holding. “Yeah. Kinda bored, though.”

He hummed, right hand moving under the blanket to wedge itself in between your thighs, staying close to your knees. “I’m sorry. Do you want to leave after this movie?”

“No, we can stay for the other two. I just…” the sentence trailed off as you found yourself growing shy. God, why? It’s not like you haven’t made a move on Minho before - if anything, you were the one constantly making moves. Constantly batting your eyelashes and pleading for your boyfriend to fuck you. He always gave in; no matter the time or place, if you wanted him, Minho would make sure you had him. He could never let his baby get too needy, after all.

“Just what?” Minho asked, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he wanted you to say it.

You opened your mouth with the intention of speaking your wants, but the way he was staring at you with eyes that were starting to grow wider with lust made your jaw snap shut. Timidly, you buried your head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

With a click of his tongue, his other hand found the back of your neck and gently pulled your head up. “You gotta tell me, baby.” He whispered, the hand between your thighs prying them apart and slowly moving higher up. “I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

He paused right at the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing the edge of the athletic material as he waited patiently for you to speak. You knew him well enough to know that he would sit here all night, playing with your shorts until you explicitly told him to touch you. He never did anything without confirmation that you wanted it, and fuck, did you want it tonight. Taking a deep breath to try to calm the rapid pace at which your heart was racing, you finally spoke, lips trembling as you did so.

“I just need you to make me feel good.”

The smile he gave you had your heart doing backflips, butterflies fluttering out of your stomach and skin chilling. A smile filled with adoration, but also with just as much need for you as you had for him.

“See? That wasn’t hard.” His hand slid up over your shorts until he reached the waistline. “You know I’ll always take care of my baby.” He pinched the clenched material, pulling it back just a bit to make it snap. “Up.”

Your shorts were removed, tossed to the front seat of the car. Once your legs were spread open enough for his liking, Minho kissed you, his tongue wasting no time finding yours. You melted into the kiss, body immediately relaxing at the familiar taste. Minho used the hand on your neck to tilt your head, effectively deepening the kiss as his other hand began to rub your pussy over your panties. You moaned, hips lifting slightly to feel his strokes better.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled between kisses, spit covered lips glimmering in the light of the movie. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

“Yes. All night, Min-“

At the sound of his nickname, Minho rolled his eyes, the fingers that were teasing you moving up to your clit and lightly pinching it over your panties. He held onto it, rubbing the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not my name, is it, baby?” He said with a raised voice to be sure you heard him over your moans.

You shook your head, a string of no’s falling from your lips. The way he was pinching you was so gentle, but firm enough to shoot waves of pain up your body, making the pleasure that much more intense and limiting your capability to think.

“What is it? Come on, say it. I really don’t feel like punishing you tonight-“

“Daddy.” You cried out, head tossing back and hitting the back window of the car. “You’re Daddy. Please, please Daddy, just touch me.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand was down your panties, finally touching you without a barrier. It felt so good, the way he played with your folds, fingers knowing exactly where to put more pressure and where to back off.

“There we go. There’s Daddy’s good girl.” His voice was low, and if you weren’t already covered in goosebumps, you were sure just the sound of him practically growling would have your entire body chilled. “Always the most perfect play thing for me, aren’t you?”

While his filthy words flooded your senses, his other hand was pushing your oversized shirt up until your chest was revealed to him. If asked, Minho would say he didn’t have a “favorite” part of your body. He thought you were an absolute masterpiece - every curve, scar, freckle, and stretch mark never failing to make his mouth water. But he always found himself drawn to your chest and the perfect way your breasts fit in his hands and his mouth. When you got them pierced and he couldn’t touch them for months, Minho thought he was going to lose his mind - and in all fairness, he absolutely did and made up for every second he lost after they were healed.

Minho shifted his body so that he was in front of you, uncomfortably kneeling on the floor of the car. “Hold.” He commanded, and your hands immediately flew to your shirt, holding it up by your collarbones. Now face to face with your chest, Minho wetted his lips before latching onto you without warning. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he decided that this was the perfect moment to shove two fingers covered in your slick inside of you.

“F-fuck.” You whined, back arching with pleasure. “Fuck, daddy, j-just like that. Oh my god-“

You looked down at him to see your boyfriend staring at you wickedly, smiling against your chest as his free hand began to play with your other nipple. He toyed with the piercing with both his tongue and fingers, the sensation making your jaw drop, nothing but loud whines leaving your mouth.

He let go of your breast, fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of you as he looked up at you. “Squeezing my fingers so tight baby. You like that? Like it when daddy plays with your pretty tits?”

All you could do was nod, words failing to form at the moment. You lifted your hips, pushing yourself further down on his fingers to silently beg for more.

Minho got the hint.

“Oh? Gonna fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers, baby?” He asked, a large smile on his face. “Gonna make yourself come while I play with you some more?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, taking your other breast in his mouth and biting down on the nipple. His fingers paused, letting you control the tempo as you pathetically tried to bounce on them. It was enough, though; the feeling of Minho alternating his teeth and tongue, and hand teasing the other nipple helping to tighten the rope in your lower belly.

Pussy clenching around his fingers, you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, the groan he released making your chest jiggle. He looked delicious, eyes shut in satisfaction as he focused on helping you get off.

Fuck, Minho was incredible.

You were about to attempt to ask for permission when you felt his cold thumb press against your clit, only moving left to right once before the dam broke. You screamed, cumming hard around his fingers. It gushed out in a spray, drenching the seat of the car and Minho’s sweatshirt. Only when he was sure you were finished did he let go of your tit, removing his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

Minho climbed back onto the seat next to you, head thrown back as he panted like he was the one who just squirted all over the backseat of the car. You rolled your head over to look at him, the same wide smile still painted his face.

“Fuck.” He said, turning to meet your gaze. “That was one hell of a scream, baby.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[anzulvr]

˖˚₊ ★ KARMA AKABANE CHARACTER ANALYSIS by anzulvr hehe ★₊ ˚ ₊

SPOILERS AHEAD ! ! <3 ALSO SORRY ITS LONG

“SADISTIC” 01

People oftentimes interpret Karma as violent and even delinquent-like which isn’t completely true, he does get into fights and sure he shoves spices up peoples noses LMFAO BUT he doesn’t do anything like that unprovoked, firstly why did he get sent to 3-E in the first place? He got into a fight with a bully from main campus, he beat him up because he believed he was doing the right thing, keep that in mind because it’s a reoccurring theme.

He wants to kill Korosensei because he doesn’t want the hard work of his classmates to go to waste, he doesn’t want his own to go to waste and most of all he didn’t want Korosensei’s lessons and efforts to go to waste, He thinks wanting to save him is selfish. Karma isn’t heartless we know he cares about his classmates and even though he cares about Korosensei as much as anyone else in 3-E he has to kill him because In his eyes it’s the right thing to do. He’s willing to sacrifice ANYTHING to follow his moral compass, he was willing to risk his life for an attempt (his final solo attempt on Korosensei) and his relationships when it was time to make the decision.

CC: “There will never be another place like this, not ever. No one else is going to let me be honest about how I feel, but I will kill him, ‘cause like it or not it’s the right thing to do”

JEALOUSY 02

After not getting first place on Midterm exams (aaandd with the help of Korosensei embarrassing him) Karma realizes he needs to try harder at both assassination and his academics (he won’t admit it as we see in the festival episode he hides the fact he’s studying and pretend he was playing video games the entire time.) Karma is known to be one of the most well rounded students (probably the most?) when it comes to assassination because he works his ass off, he’s also doing extremely well academically SOO that brings us to the topic; Who could he possibly be jealous of? NAGISAAA! As we know Karma and Nagisa we’re friends a while before Karma joined E-class but they stopped hanging out for a while.. why?

Karma mentioned Nagisa seemed very non threatening, he wouldn’t get into fights and he wasn’t the type to argue much, he was very easy to be around, Karma said he could keep his gaurd down when he was with Nagisa.. till a simple tap on this back sent him an existential crisisss lmfao

He realized Nagisa isn’t the non threatening guy he thought he was. Nagisa had a very natural and kinda scary bloodlust, for the first time someone caught him off guard and so he decided to distance himself from Nagisa. Karma at some point tells Okuda he’s afraid to not be afraid, When he realized Nagisa wasn’t who he thought he was he decided to push him away in fear. (The cave episode FORGOT THE NAME LOL)

SOO lemme put this simpler bcz IM RAMBLING NOW LOL

BASICALLY Karma is Jealous and feels kind of threatened by Nagisa since Nagisa has Natural Assassination skills that Karma has to work for (not saying Nagisa doesn’t work hard too, of course he does it’s just something’s come naturally to him) and what scares him the most is the fact he would never see it coming because of how sweet Nagisas demeanor is usually!

FEELINGS 03

Honestly this could just be me looking wayyy too into stuff but I feel like Karma tends to hide what he really feels way more than he should, He tries to seem like he does everything easily without trying when it’s really not the case, he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to hide anger or anything like that but I feel like he hides any emotions that make him seem weak , even during the last episode he’s one of the characters who least cries, (kinda like Karasuma) he’s very obviously trying to hold his tears innn. IN CONCLUSION he’s not a heartless freak who sets people on fire for fun (he probably could be if Terasaka pushes enough buttons 😍)

Anyways I love karma so much bye {>*#%

thanks if anyone actually read this tehe.

[hoodiewithhorns]

━  using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1  + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3 

sakusa 

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you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt. 

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Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down. 

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him. 

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him. 

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear. 

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

 the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance. 

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red. 

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts” 

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.”  he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace. 

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning. 

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it. 

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt. 

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table. 

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him. 

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster. 

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying. 

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare. 

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him. 

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly. 

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he  slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight. 

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa 

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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together. 

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex. 

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.  

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.  

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head. 

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going. 

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right? 

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears. 

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him.  he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully. 

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything  i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

[reikeip]

Crossroad ♱ Crowd 7

Location: Underground Livehouse

Keito: Kiryuu. Come to the stage, please.

Kuro: All right. Geez, I got myself tangled up in some weird shit.

Rei: Ohh. You’re wearin’ the same outfit as us, Kiryuu-kun—gonna sing with us?

Kuro: If it’s not too much trouble. I made an extra outfit just in case, an’ it seems to have backfired on me.

It’d be a waste to not wear an outfit after goin’ through the trouble of makin’ it, though.

He asked me to appear on stage with ‘im as his groupmate, even if it was only temporarily.

In exchange, he’s gonna officially recognize my clothing mendin’ as an on-campus job.

Gonna call it an on campus part-time job, an’ write it into the school rules.

Might be ‘cause I had a bad temper back in middle school, but I feel like if a teacher sets their eyes on me, I’m done for.

So if they took issue with me earnin’ a little extra money, ‘cause it’s against the school rules, it’d be pretty bad for me.

But, from now on, Hasumi will… Or more like, the student council, will protect my status.

I’ll be treated like a well-behaved student, who didn’t break any school rules.

So, that’s why I’m lendin’ my strength. Our goals have become the same.

If Hasumi—the student council—grow in power, I’ll benefit. If it goes under, I lose the shield protectin’ my back.

Someone could point out I’m breakin’ the school rules, report me to the teachers, an’ then I’m kicked right outta the school.

It’s important for me to avoid that, ‘cause I decided I’m gonna be an idol.

This time, I want to be the one who heals and gives hope to others—not the one who hurts them.

Because I know one of the things that cheered up my lil’ sis back when she was depressed, was these idols.

It isn’t fittin’ for a rogue like me, but…

I really wanna be an Idol. I can’t half-ass it then drop out.

Rei: Hmmm~... Doin’ some pretty heartless stuff, huh, Bouzu? You took a scary demon nobody could tame, threatened him, and made him do your biddin’.

Kuro: I didn’t word that good. He was honest and up front, gave me a whole passionate speech an’ convinced me himself.

Hasumi’s ideas are pretty naive, but I don’t hate ‘em.

Kuro: At the very least, it’s thanks to him that I’m standin’ on stage now. In front of this huge audience, I can sing my heart out.

I’m real happy. This is the kinda thing I’ve been waitin’ for.

“♪~♪~♪”

Keito: …Fufu. It looks like I picked the right type of music, Kiryuu’s powerful voice works perfectly with rock. It’s got some tremendous soul—if you look away for just a second, it’d kill you.

Kuro: I ain’t killin’ anything, what do you think I am?

Well, anyway. That’s what’s up, so… If Sakuma tries anythin’ uncalled for, I’ll stop him.

In every sense, right now I’ll be actin’ as Hasumi’s ally.

Keito: Indeed. I won’t take any losses—I plan on asking you to do more work like this in the future, after all.

Kuro: Haha. Next time, don’t ask me so outta the blue.

To be honest, ‘cause I was makin’ those outfits I didn’t get enough lessons in… I’m gettin’ fed up with how much trouble I’m havin singin’.

Whatever, I’ll cover that up with brute force! Hey hey, Rock n’ roll…!

Rei: Hahah. I see, ya thought this out. Kiryuu-kun’s a proud fighter, he’s able to keep me under control by force.

No matter what I’m plannin’, worst case scenario he can come over an’ restrain me.

At the very least, showin’ me it’s possible should keep me in check.

But yanno what, Bouzu? It doesn’t matter how strong Kiryuu-kun is… This ain’t some action manga, there’s no way he could take on tens of people all at once~

Ya probably thought that so long as you could stop me you’d be fine. But, this world has a whole buncha people in it that aren’t me.

And history, it’s always built by that nameless crowd.

Keito: …? What do you mean?

Rei: Seein’ is believin’. I’ll show ya the horrors of reality.

“Hey hey! Attention please! I’ve an announcement to make~!”

Keito: ( ? What’s he trying to pull? Should I ask Kiryuu to get involved and stop Sakuma-san?)

(No, our performance isn’t over yet… I would rather avoid starting up some sort of fight scene before the vote is done.)

Rei: “Uhh, sorry. Looks like I got my cue all mixed up. Just now, I was singin’ along with these three all nicely, but~…”

“Well, ya see, I’m not really one of ‘em~ ♪”

Keito: Hey, what are you trying to say? That isn’t what you promised—you were supposed to be my partner this time!

Rei: “Yeah. Guess you’re right, so I’ll rephrase that. I was with these guys, but…”

“But, before the votin’ starts, I’m sayin’ I’m not one of them. I can’t put up with ‘em anymore, so I’m leavin’.”

…I did promise I’d be your partner, but ya didn’t say I had to be your groupmate forever~ I got the right to leave whenever I want. Ya got a problem with that?

Keito: Wh…? Don’t be so egotistical, I don’t accept this!

Rei: Even if ya don’t accept it, the rules don’t care~

The groups are made up of volunteers. There’s nothin’ saying ya gotta write their names down an’ give ‘em a stamp of approval, and that if ya don’t it won’t count.

Hell, if Kiryuu-kun can jump in halfway through, what’s the problem with me hoppin’ out?

You were too vague—that’s your slip up.

Keito: (Guh… But I haven’t known Kiryuu for very long, I really didn’t know he’d join us until today.)

(No, I couldn’t put that much trust in Kiryuu.)

(In the case of an emergency, I set things up so Kiryuu could join at any time, but…)

(But Sakuma-san took advantage of that same vagueness in the rules, and used it to free himself.)

Rei: “An’ so the schemer drowns in his own scheme. Anyway, I’m outta there.”

“After that, I’m gonna form a brand new group on the spot.”

“Anyone who wants to join, come along up to the stage. I’ll take ya in as one of my own, so lets have fun singin’ together.”

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[may-fanfic]

A Debt 

summary: nat is the leader of one of the most deadly mobs in town but when she takes you to be her next victim, she has second thoughts.

warnings: kidnapping, mob, mentions of murder and death, mob!nat

pairing: mob!natasha x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 1,838

a/n : sorry im a whore for cliffhangers, hope you enjoy and please do tell me if you want a part 2 

((feel free to send in any request you may have))

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all you could see was black when the cloth had been tugged over your face and it muffled your screams. you could hear as the deep voices talked but you couldn’t decipher where they had been coming from. you knew that the person behind you was strong enough to keep you in place but that didn’t stop you from trying your hardest to escape but of course to no avail and quickly you had been shoved into the car, heading god knows where.

all the questions you had glowing floating around in your head had been quickly answered when you were ushered into somewhere before someone had guided you to a chair and quickly shoved you down and in a second the cloth that was covering your eyes was ripped off.

“tie her hands.” and in seconds your hands had been zip-tied to the chair. before you could even adjust your eyes to the bright lights, a girl stood in your view. it had all happened so fast, you had just wanted to go home and sleep off the day but instead you had been in some random house and had no idea what you had done wrong.

your lip quivered lightly but you tried your hardest to straighten out your expressions. “she’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” a man’s voice spoke up from behind the woman and she was quick to roll her eyes.

your eyes wandered around the neat house, there had been nothing insight for you to break free, and honestly, you hadn’t even known how you could escape this so instead you met the woman’s gaze. “hello dear.” her voice was raspy and her accent deep, despite the circumstances, it sent spines down your spine. you couldn’t find your words as tears clouded your eyes, you tried your hardest to stop them but they rolled down your cheeks freely and the woman had pouted down at you.

“darling this is nothing personal, strictly business.” you sniffled lightly, your gaze snapping down to the ground. “does she not speak?” a man’s voice snapped causing you to jump lightly. the woman sucked her teeth before yelling at him in a different language.

“why me?” your voice had come out shaky and hoarse but they were just been glad that you were talking. the woman pulled out a chair so she could sit directly in front of you, her gaze never looking hers. “your father is one of that most wealthy men out there...” she paused for a moment, trying to word her reasoning properly. “and we figured, if we had his precious daughter, he would quickly cut us a nice check.” your eyebrows knitted together, feeling yourself begin to shake. “what happens if he doesn’t?” your question had sat in the air for a while before a man from behind the woman spoke up. “you die.”

the call to your father had been short as expected and it seemed to leave everyone in shock. you hadn’t expected much from the man, he had always been selfish and when they mentioned their price. he was quick to tell them that he didn’t have that kind of money to spare and hung up the call. so now Natasha had sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the phone that was in her hand.

“so how are you gonna kill me?” your voice had come off much colder this time and it left Natasha speechless for a moment. “he has 48 hours.” the woman uttered and you let out a gentle breath, already accepting your fate.

——- ——- Natasha was the one in charge of keeping an eye on you after all she was the leader and if she was honest, she never trusted her gang much especially when it came to looking after you. she watched as you shifted uncomfortably in the wooden chair, trying to lean your head back to get any form of rest but to no avail. Natasha had never really had to wait out an entire 48 hours with one of her victims, their families had always come through and the transaction would be over 5 hours tops but now she was forced to stare at you, feeling a sense of pain for you.

she had never been as heartless as she seemed, of course, she was trained well enough not to get her feelings involved but even her chest burned at the coldness of your father. how could anyone treat their child like that? “I don’t know how you expect me to sleep here all day.” your voice had come off much more confident than before and it made the woman perked up quickly.

she pushed herself up moving to stand directly in front of you, fishing a pocket knife, you could flinch away causing Natasha to suck her teeth. “relax.” she muttered, quickly cutting the zip tie and letting your hands go free. “don’t you dare try anything,” she uttered before gripping your forearms and tugging you through the large house with her before you were pushed into a room.

the bed looked neatly made and the pillows were fresh, the room was painted white and the room reeked of fresh paint. you wondered how many other times the woman did this exact thing with other people. Natasha gave you a gentle shove towards the bed and you didn’t hesitate to take a seat, feeling the soft mattress under you.

“Thanks,” you whispered, toying with your fingers as the girl took a seat on a chair in front of the bed. she nodded quickly, the woman had not taken a proper look at you since she had met you and she secretly wished she had met you under different conditions. “are you gonna kill me?” you asked the woman lightly causing her frown to deepen. “you’ll know when we cross that bridge.”

“I’m not afraid to die,” you uttered out to the woman causing her eyes to meet yours for a moment. “I just thought it’d end differently.” you rambled watching as she cocked her head to the side. “why are you so sure you’ll die?”

“you don’t know my father.” she hadn’t known how to reply to that. there had been some sort of awkwardness in the air and Natasha wished she could just run away from it cause it made her cringe so deeply.

“no one coming to help me.” her heart burned from your statement, she needed you to stop talking before she found herself comforting you. she felt choked up, she knew if anyone knew how was feeling, she’d lose all her respect but dear god did she pity you right now and it was all her fault that you had even been put in this situation. why couldn’t she had just targeted someone else?

you took her silence as a sign that she had enough of your talking so you kicked off your shoes and settled into the soft bed, wrapping yourself in the fresh blanket.

Natasha watched as you drifted off to sleep, her thoughts had been running miles per minute. if Natasha had to kill you because of your selfish father then she would never be able to live with herself. that had been the bottom line and Natasha knew she could never do that.

Natasha felt foolish, she had never thought twice about having to kill someone so why had it been so hard for her to even imagine having to hurt you? Natasha rose from the chair, leaving you to sleep. she had been quick to make a call, feeling her heart pounding with anticipation. she knew tony would know what to do, he had always been wise. “Natasha, hey,” he spoke softly causing the girl to let out a gentle sigh.

“I need your help, tony.”

fear settled at the bottom of your heart when men rushed into the room. you had jumped awake, trying your hardest to fight off the men that had been trying to grab you but everything had seemed to die down when the man stuck a needle into your arm and in seconds your eyes fluttered closed and your body had grown leap. “just take her home.” tony let out a soft sigh before nodding slowly. “I got you, kid.”

the next time your eyes had fluttered open, you had been in the safely of your own home and your bed. it had always felt like a fever dream, you had been confused but overall you were just be relieved that it was over.

—— as much as Natasha wanted to forget that you even existed, her mind had often  raced back to you. she had wondered what you had been up to if you were okay. she found herself outside your apartment almost every night making sure you got in alright. she wanted to run up to you each time she saw you but instead, she would grip her steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles would turn white.

it had taken her a couple of weeks to musks up the courage to let herself into your apartment, it had been unlocked much to her surprise and she took a seat on one of the love seats. she knew your schedule and she knew that you should be home any minute but she still felt her heart pounding when she heard the doorknob turn and when you entered, her breath had became caught in her throat.

you hadn’t seemed shocked that she was there, it was almost as if you had been expecting her. she watched carefully as you set down your purse and keys. “your door was unlocked.” Natasha finally spoke up, gripping at the seat arms. “I know.” you muttered with a gentle laugh. “why have you been watching me?” you asked softly, crossing your arms and staring down the woman.

she couldn’t help the warm blush that appeared on her cheeks before she grinned lightly. she hadn’t even known what she could say in this situation but she had quickly gotten up from the couch, inching her way over to you. “why was your door unlocked?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side. you hummed lightly, shaking your head “I asked you first.”

“I wanted to see you.” her boldness made your cheeks turn a bright pink and Natasha quickly took notice. “and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” a sweet smile formed on her plump lips before she continued.

“why was your door unlocked?” she asked again, feeling a sense of accomplishment when you stumbled over your words, leaning against the wall  as she stepped even closer to you. “I wanted to see you too.” she hummed lightly, bringing her hand up to your cheek, caressing your cheekbone softly. Natasha leaned down to meet your lips but you quickly turned your face.

“I need you to do something for me.”

[calcifermovesthecastle]

S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>

So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!

Warnings: Language

Bucciarati (Fluff):

-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever) 

-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping. 

-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.

-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.

-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms. 

-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind. 

-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret. 

Abbacchio (Fluff):

-You may not notice, but god, does he.

-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out. 

-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell

-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm. 

-(He do be warm tho ngl) 

-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him. 

-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.) 

Mista (Fluff):

-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you. 

-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it. 

-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off. 

-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair. 

-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it. 

-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening

-He is NOT stinky JFC

Fugo: 

-Whaaaaat are you doing?

-Oh, you’re asleep.

-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG

-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....

-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you. 

-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute

-you’ve won him over. 

-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute. 

-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something. 

-Only because you asked for it tho

Narancia:

-Nani in tarnation is goin on?

-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds* 

-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie) 

-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.) 

-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?

-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.) 

-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs

-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held. 

-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite

Giorno-

-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper. 

-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on) 

-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay. 

-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you. 

-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms. 

-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft) 

-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry

-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess

Trish:

-Who tf is waking her up? 

-oh, it’s you

-Oh, you’re hugging her

-OH, You’re still asleep.

-O H, you’re fucking cute!

-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her. 

-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.  

-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds 

-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same* 

-It’s revolting and I love it. 

Joseph (Fluff):

-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”)  But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!

-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!

-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up. 

-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders. 

-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now. 

-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy. 

-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it

Josuke:

-He’s already cuddly bb

-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake

-Oh god he cry

-He cry so hard

-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.

-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.) 

-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you. 

-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses

-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone

-He is

-so GOD damn soft I love him 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

18+ ONLY

BUCCIARATI:

-He’s in the midst of registering being awake, getting prepared for the day, when he notices that you’re uh

-he can’t help his erection when he sees you bury your face in his neck and grind your hips against him. You’re still asleep, what could you possibly be dreaming about? 

-Oh god if he hears you whimper his name it’s all over for you. 

-Shakes your shoulder, peering into your sleep-gripped eyes and smiles nervously. 

-”Tesoro, would you mind if I made love to you before I left for work?” 

-Your lips on his are answer enough. He’ll thrust into you at a slow, sensual speed, showering you in praises, leaving soft kisses all over your body. Never marking, but always making sure the feeling of his mouth lingers on your skin. 

-He will speak only in italian during this time, so unless you know italian, don’t count on understanding anything he says. (You’ll have a pretty good Idea of what he means tho 👀)

-He will absolutely make sure you won’t be getting out of bed for the rest of the day. He definitely has a way of making your body melt under his touch. He’s never rough. He’s so, so gentle with you, and you’d be surprised how quickly he can have you cumming because of it. 

-If you ask nicely, he’ll stay in bed with you for a little longer afterwards, pressing kisses into your hair and telling you how much he cherishes you

-”You don’t have to be afraid, dolcezza. My arms are always open for you. You’ll find in them nothing but home.” 

ABBACCHIO: 

-Did you just grab his tiddies?

-He’s in the middle of telling you off when he sees that you’re asleep, mumbling about how you want him to take you, grinding against him. 

-Something feral awakens in him at the sight of you, unknowingly begging for him, and he grabs your wrists, flipping you fast, waking you, and leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear. 

-”Dolcezza, Is it okay if I fuck you?” 

-The answer is yesssssssss

-Oh bby he is R o u g h. He’ll use his stand to hold your arms above your head and push your legs up so far that your thighs will be pressed against your chest, and he will pound into you with a speed and force that’s almost inhuman

-He will kiss you hard, and long, so that when he pulls away, you’re gasping for air, your lips bruised, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

-Any qualms he has about being this close to you are out the door. You’ll have deep handprints in your legs from where he was holding them, and the darker the bruise he leaves with his mouth, the happier he is. He doesn’t care where he leaves them, either. Expect some on your chin, your neck, your chest, anywhere he can reach, honestly. But if your lips are bruised, that’s what satisfies him the most. 

-You’ll definitely cum more than once, and once he cums, it’s hard, and he’ll pull you flush against him, breathing heavily, burying his face in your shoulder. Tell him it’s okay, because once he’s come down from his high, his fear that he hurt you is overwhelming. He loves you, after all. Reassure him. Hold him close, and don’t let go. 

MISTA: 

-(Once again Julian laugh) Oh ho ho! 

-He’s gonna watch for a minute, but wake you up if the pressure becomes too much for him. He’ll give you a moment to wake up, and then ask you to fuck. 

-(Yes yes yes) 

-He’s like a mix of Abbacchio and Bucciarati. Rough and kinky, but will literally shower you in praise and affection. 

-He likes tugging your hair while taking you from behind (If you have hair. If not, his hands will grip your waist, or reach around to rub your clit/stroke your cock depending. 

-He will kiss down your back while leaning over you, making sure to leave little marks that’ll last, but not long 

-Definitely makes you cum before he does, but if he can, really enjoys cumming together. To him, it adds to the intimacy of the moment. 

-”Oh, Bombolone, do you need me so much that You want me even in your dreams? I’ll wake you each time, I need you more than you know. You are so perfect. You are so wonderful, and adorable, and I love you so much.” 

-He will literally not shut the fuck up during sex but it’s okay because it’s all sweet and loving. 

JOSEPH: 

-Oh jesus christ stroke his ego why dontcha

-if you’ve discussed it beforehand, and you’re into Somnophilia, he’ll fuck you right there. But if not, He’ll take the time to wake you, his ears burning red. 

-”Oi, babe, You were holding onto me kinda tight and grinding your hips against my leg. If you want me that bad, say something.”  

-He will destroy you. Something about seeing you want him when you’re not even aware of what you’re doing? OOF. 

-He also has a bad case of not shutting the fuck up during sex. 

-The best remedy to this is to just pull him down into a kiss while he’s snapping his hips against yours. Hold it for as long as possible. It’ll make his heart happy if you’re bold enough to initiate a kiss as well. 

-He cums before you but will help you cum as well, whether it be eating you out/blowjob or fingering you/handjob. (If you’re AMAB then he’ll let you return the favor tbh) 

-Will shamelessly ask you for a blowjob. If you indulge him, he’s on cloud nine, His hands weaved into your hair, watching your every move as your mouth closes around his cock and your tongue swirls around him. It takes all of his self control not to throat fuck you. 

-Once you’ve reached your limit, he’ll help you into the shower and massage wherever’s sore, washing you off with a gentleness that’s a stark contrast to his movements prior. 

BONUS GYRO

-When did you end up in his sleeping bag? 

-He’s awake before you or Johnny, and he notices you’ve burrowed yourself close to him. You’re also

-Nyo-ho. Oh are you also. 

-He’ll shake your shoulder, and once you’re awake, he’ll flash his grill and lean in, whispering in your ear

-”D’you wanna fuck me that bad that you’re doing it in your sleep, doll?” 

-Who cares if johnny’s sleeping right over there, with your consent, he’s inside of you faster than anything. He’ll give you a moment to adjust to him, and then start off slow, massaging your hips and thighs, whispering how amazing you are. 

-He goes slow, but makes sure he’s down to his full length with every thrust, pressing his lips into the corners of your mouth, then crashing them directly against your lips, not letting you come up for air until your legs are trembling around him. 

-He won’t change things up until he hears a “Please” 

-That’s his favorite word. If you groan out a “Please, Gyro,” And your voice cracks, oh, are you in for a t r e a t. 

-He’ll make you see stars, but shh, don’t get too loud, doll. Johnny’s asleep. If you’re being too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand. 

-Please hold onto him. Wrap your arms and legs around him while he fucks you. He loves it so much. 

-Once you’ve cum, he tumbles not long after, blurting out something in italian that you can only hope to understand if you don’t speak it. (Hint: It’s praises for you and your body.) 

-Once he’s done, he falls back down next to you, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead, deciding that It can be a later start than usual today. Besides, you look so cute curled up against him like that, doll. 

[h0neyjaehyun]

♔︎ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ♔︎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 // The name Karma sometimes fits her a little too well.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 // Karma Yoon + Han Jisung (Many Mentions )

𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 / 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 // November 2017

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 //

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎 // THIS POST IS SUPER IMPORTANT ITS A START OF DRAMA

Karma and Han have had their differences mostly because of past incidences before they became group members, idols and even trainees. They have known each other for years. They did get along in the beginning though, they would joke around and have fun but some personal disagreements and action occured to make Karma feel a lot of resentment towards him. She didn't exactly hate him as his actions weren't towards her but she took his actions and words to a personal level as the person he did that to meant a lot to her.

His actions did effect a lot on how people view him more specifically Chan, her, Hyunjin, Miguel, Talia, Allen, I.N , Song-ho, and Seungmin. They were all close when Han did what he did, but most of them still tolerated it till they got over it. In the beginning of them working together they would only really talk for the group or help each other on lyrics, dancing,vocals, and rapping they would put their feelings aside. Then they started living together thats when real arguments started. But the help of Chan and Hyunjin who at the time made up with Han suggested to Karma maybe try talking to him. Her stubborn self wouldn't so they would be neutral about it. Till something makes her stubbornness go away and become friends with him.

Karma sighed in defeat laying on her bed wanting to give up on life. Its not like she hates Han, she just feels petty towards him. Its been almost 4 years since that incident she should be over it. Hell its not like he did anything bad to her. The only reason she's about to make an effort is so she can find out Han's feelings about two people, Talia and Rin. She's been seeing them being good friend since meeting, not like she cares, she didn't mind her group mates meeting and being friends.

Thats until she noticed little Rin catching feelings. She doesn't blame Rin in anyway, Han is a pretty charming peson. Funny, not bad looking, has great talent, and has become both a better and sweet person. The only problem she is facing is that Han most likely doesn't feel the same or well not as much as Rin does.

She huffed and sat up looking around seeing if this is really her reality. She got up and started to walk towards Hans room. She knocked and he opened door kinda surprised to see her.

"Chan Hyung isn't here." She gave him a weak smile.

"Im not here to see Channie I came here to talk to you." Han blinked a couple times to process that. He opened the door for her more and scratched his head feeling a little shy.

"Uh what do you want to talk about?" He sat down facing her but kinda avoiding eye contact. Once upon a time he was able to face her but lately she has this stare that makes him nervous.

"About your feelings." She said bluntly which Han snapped his neck towards her in shock.

"What? Out of all of us I've known you the longest except Chan and I've seen you filled with anxiety lately since we are preparing now to debut. I thought you venting your feelings to someone whose known you for a long time will help since Chan is kinda too busy to help." She wasn't completely being honest about that she really just wanted to find out his feelings about Rin. But has noticed him filled with anxiety so hell kill two birds with one stone. Is it a little heartless of her to manipulate her words to make them seem more caring than her intentions, yeah, but she will get what she wants in the end so it doesn't matter to her.

"I don't know where to start with my feelings." He sighed out in exhaustion rubbing his face with his hands.

"Alright, what have you been doing lately? Hobbies, outings, friends, stressors." Karma listed out things that would lead him to the answers she's been looking for.

"Ah actually work, I've finished my songs finally and submitted them....actually I had some people help me with them."

"Ah who helped you?" She knew damn well who, she just need him to mention them so she wouldn't get caught.

"Little Rin, she's been a great help." Karma looked him up and down at his body language. When they were younger Han would always get nervous around people he liked or blush while thinking about them. He wasn't acting like that.

"Really thats good, I'm glad she's proving to people that she is more than just looks." Sliding in about her looks maybe would get him blushing she thought and looked at his face.

"Yeah, she's pretty but she's pretty young to be an idol." He nodded while Karma gave him an eyebrow raise.

"Rin is less than a year younger than you Hannie." She deadpanned.

"I know I know but she seems like such a cute younger sister that I've always wanted I don't wanna have her overwhelmed with criticism. " He gushed. Karma mouth gapped a little but she quickly composed herself, her heart broke a little for Rin but nothing much you can do, maybe with more time it could change, but that's no fun.

Han has always been honest about his feelings to Karma, for him it feels like its an obligation to as he knows she can see right through him and she knows this so she knows he isn't lying about how he sees Rin as a little sister. Well they haven't known each other long.

She thought for a moment about his wording.... 'people' and smirked a little.

"Hannie who are the other people." She asked innocently.

"Mmh."he hesitated obviously blushing at meer thought of them.

"Tali noona...." he said shyly, Karma smirked for a second but quickly turned surprised.

"Ah when did you two start talking again?" Han blinked a couple time surprised how she didn't know.

"She didn't tell you?" He asked wide eyed.

"Ah no I haven't really gotten to talk to her in a minute since she's been prepared for award shows and stuff." She explained briefly he nodded his head understandably.

"Yeah we've gotten together and working on some songs and stuff. We made up thankfully I honestly did miss her." He scratched the back of his head blushing.

"Are you blushing??" Karma teased. Jisung got flustered and covered his face.

"Is it that obvious?" His voiced muffled from his hands, Karma giggled.

"Yeah, yeah it is." She sighed, she honestly wanted to smack the boy upside the head. But she knows people can't control their feelings so she knows its not his fault. Then something struck, something thats she can kill 3 birds with one stone.

"Hannie, are you gonna do something about it?" She asked innocently. Han raised an eyebrow at her confused.

"What?"

"Are you gonna act on your feelings, ya know its not good to keep those things in." She advised him. Han kept silent in thought of confessing, he looked down not knowing how to respond.

"If you do, do something make sure its when her schedule is clear. Maybe take her out on dates, and stuff like the good old days." She smiled sweetly, Han nodded in silence. She notice the conversation isn't gonna go on anytime soon, but she knew her words left him pondering about it. She knew he wouldn't dare think about it but now that someone suggested it hell...he might just do it.

"Ah well, I think its time for me to head out." She sighed in a disappointed tone. She patted his shoulder and started to head out. Han instinctively grabbed her hand which she raised her eyebrows at. He clear his throat embarrassed.

"Don't tell anyone, I wasn't planning on telling someone this. So don't tell." He pleaded. Karma looked away trying to hide her smile then sighed, went up to Han.

"Of course I won't its a promise." She patted his head and left. She closed the door and headed to her room. She couldn't hold it anymore, she started laughing hysterical she was tearing up.

This is gonna be fun

[nishisun]

suna rintaro is NOT a genius. (2)

part 1

summary: you loved the idea of soulmates. suna rintaro didn’t. it isn’t that hard to put two and two together to realize that maybe people with different opinions on things don’t belong together.

Summer 2021

[recording. patient: suna rintaro | session: 1]

[dr. natamoto] hello, rintaro-kun. how are you feeling this afternoon?

[suna rintaro] conflicted.

[dr. natamoto] ah. thank you for your honesty. so, what brings you here today?

[suna rintaro] team- ahem, my teammates.

[dr. natamoto] very well. (shuffles through notes) so, one of your teammates, miya-san, called me a little over a week ago and we discussed about your well-being.

[suna rintaro] ...i’m aware.

[dr. natamoto] do you have a specfic reason as to why you agreed to see a therapist?

[suna rintaro] i’ve.. been feeling down lately. I guess people noticed it, so i wanted to seek help.

[dr. natamoto] okay, (shuffles through notes) from my notes here, it seems that you’ve been feeling this way for a while. how long have you been feeling down altogether?

[suna rintaro] … a few months now. It’s gotten pretty bad these past few weeks. Alcohol has been my only escape. that’s kind of why i came.

[dr. natamoto] i see. Tell me, how often do you drink alcohol?

[suna rintaro] almost every day. i’ve been trying to reduce my alcohol intake because it affects the way i practice.

[dr. natamoto] i see. rintaro-kun, how would you describe yourself in one word?

[suna rintaro] (chuckles) irritable.

[dr natamoto] why did you pick “irritable”?

[suna rintaro] people say i’m an asshole, at least i’m aware. i know i get angry and annoyed easily, i’m not blind to my own actions.

[dr. natamoto] thank you for the explanation. so, miya-san also mentioned how you’ve been suspended from the black jackals team due to your behaviour recently.

[suna rintaro] (scoffs) if i knew that this place would make me feel shittier than i already do, i would’ve never agreed to come here.

[dr. natamoto] (chuckles) right, my apologies. (shuffles papers) so, growing up, miya-san mentioned that you lived in a destructive household? how so?

[suna rintaro] … (sighs) fuck. this is harder than i thought.

[dr. natamoto] take your time, please.

[suna rintaro] my parents didn't have the healthiest relationship with one another. my dad was an alcoholic and was abusive- still is i’m pretty sure. when he found out my mom was cheating on him he lost it i guess. (long pause) i don’t want to talk about my childhood that much.

[dr natamoto] i completely understand. last week, your father was taken into custody by the police, and you will have to speak at court, is that right?

[suna rintaro] ... yes.

[dr. natamoto] so, i’m guessing that ever since you heard the news, is when you’ve been feeling more down than usual?

[suna rintaro] yeah.

[dr. natamoto] tell me, rintaro-kun. at that specific moment, when you heard the news, what did you feel at first?

[suna rintaro] i don’t know, numb. i didn’t feel anything at first to be honest. It’s just been hard to be motivated to do things recently.

[dr. natamoto] okay, so you’ve been feeling numb, and haven’t gotten any motivation recently.

[suna rintaro] yeah.

[dr. natamoto] have you.. by any chance talked to someone about this?

[suna rintaro] (chuckles) i tried.

[dr. natamoto] and how did that go?

[suna rintaro] shitty.

[dr. natamoto] so sorry to hear that. who was this person you talked about it to?

[suna rintaro] someone really important to me, her name’s y/n—i fucked things up, again.

[dr. natamoto] how so?

[suna rintaro] she was concerend about my recent behaviour as well, i lashed out on her and said some hurtful shit that i didn't even mean. now she hates my guts, again.

[dr. natamoto] again? Explain.

[suna rintaro] i’ve known her since we were kids. our parents were childhood friends and we lived next door to each other our whole lives. we were never really close to one another, but we still talked every now and then.

[suna rintaro] i was into her in senior year of high school, though.that’s when we started getting closer. she acted like she didn’t want me but most girls act like that at first. they want you to chase after them, and i sure did even if i acted like a dick to her. it was worth it though.

[dr.natamoto] ... you must know a lot about girls.

[suna rintaro] sure do.

[suna rintaro] at her sister’s wedding a few years ago, i did some fucked up shit. She managed to give me another chance after meeting kimi and i fucked that up too. all i’ve ever done was hurt her. i keep coming back in her life and i bring her nothing but stress.

[suna rintaro] i want to be better—i really want to, but it feels like a never ending cycle. i just want to do something about it.

[dr. natamoto] well rintaro-kun, i am very glad that you’re willing to be better.

[suna rintaro] thank you. i needed that.

[dr. natamoto] anytime. now, why do you think you keep hurting her?

[suna rintaro] like i said, it’s ‘cause i’m a heartless asshole.

[dr. natamoto] what makes you think this way?

[suna rintaro] because all i do is hurt people.

[dr. natamoto] if you were heartless like you claim to be, you wouldn’t be seeking help to better yourself for you and your family. you’re far from heartless.

[suna rintaro] ... i guess you’re right.

[dr. natamoto] okay, (opens ipad) what do you see in this picture?

[suna rintaro] a baby.

[dr. natamoto] correct. now, what is the first thing you think about when you hear the word “baby”?

[suna rintaro] if i’m being honest? kimi.

[dr. natamoto] (laughs) makes sense. did you have any negative thoughts when you saw this picture?

[suna rintaro] no… not really.

[dr. natamoto] okay.. how come?

[suna rintaro] … what?

[dr. natamoto] how come you didn’t experience any negative thoughts when you viewed this picture?

[suna rintaro] … i don't know?

[dr. natamoto] so if i told you that i wanted to hurt this baby, how would that make you feel?

[suna rintaro] the hell?

[suna rintaro] concerned for you.. i guess. but why would you want to hurt a baby? Only a heartless asshole would do that.

[suna rintaro] … oh.

[dr. natamoto] exactly!

[suna rintaro] what’s the point?

[dr. natamoto] (shuffles through notes) you said “all i do is hurt people” a few minutes ago, but that isn’t the case rintaro-kun.

[suna rintaro] …

[dr. natamoto] i think that you claim to “hurt people” because you’re afraid of opening up, especially to y/n; you’re afraid to show vulnerability.

[dr. natamoto] when you said you lashed out on her when she was concerned about your behaviour. Is it maybe because you’re afraid that she’ll judge you for this?

[suna rintaro] no, she would never judge me. i know her.

[dr. natamoto] i thought you’d say that. so from everything i’ve heard, the only other reason i can think of is that you’re afraid of y/n and kimi getting attached to you, because you’re afraid that you’ll hurt her— them, again. am i correct?

[suna rintaro] ...

[suna rintaro] fuck. uh, yeah, you’re right. Shit.

[dr. natamoto] why is it that you don’t want them to get close to you?

[suna rintaro] .. they.. deserve better. i can’t give them both the happiness they deserve.

[dr. natamoto] and why exactly is that?

[suna rintaro] why is what?

[dr. natamoto] why do you think you can’t give them the happiness they deserve?

[suna rintaro] because everytime i’ve came back into y/n’s life, it was always me that screwed shit up. She’s been generous enough to forgive me everytime. i don't deserve all the chances she’s given me.

[dr. natamoto] rintaro-kun, do you want to hear my input on this situation?

[suna rintaro] well, obviously, you’re the therapist.

[dr.natamoto] here’s what i want you to do; i want you to talk to y/n, even if she “hates” you, which i’m pretty sure she doesn’t.

[suna rintaro] how do you know she doesn’t hate me?

[dr. natamoto] she wouldn’t be giving you so many chances. Don’t you think, rintaro-kun?

[dr. natamoto] i think the reason she keeps giving you chances is because she wants you to know that she’s hoping you’ll change for your good. she’s willing to stick with you through your ups and downs. and i don’t want to speak for her, but it seems like she’s in love with you.

[dr natamoto] may i ask, what exactly did you say to her the last time you’ve seen each other?

[suna rintaro] i… i told her to stop worrying about me.. and told her i wanted her out my life.

[dr. natamoto] did you mean that?

[suna rintaro] of course not. i’m a mess without her. i don't know why i said that.

[dr. natamoto] what caused you to say this to her in the first place?

[suna rintaro] i don't know, i guess i was already having a rough day and i wanted to be alone but she wouldn’t—she kept asking me what was bothering me. I’m a dick.

[dr. natamoto] it’s completely okay to want some alone time. Instead of lashing out, you can use a method called “I sentences”. It’s basically when you express the way you’re feeling, using “I” to start the conversation. for example, “I feel”. after you express how you’re feeling, follow it up with “I would like it if you’d please…” Try it.

[suna rintaro] okay…

[suna rintaro] i feel irritated right now and i don’t want to put it out on you. im grateful that you care for me so much, but I would just like it if you’d please give me some time alone for a while.

[dr. natamoto] perfect! since we’re running out of time, i want you to write down all the things you’re grateful for at the end of each day, just to end the night on a positive note. after doing this for a week, i want you to talk to y/n. If the conversation gets too heated, try to slow yourself down by using the “I” sentences. I know it may sound inconvenient at first, but trust me, they work. i want to see you in the next two weeks is that fine?

[suna rintaro] right, thanks doc.

[dr. natamoto] anytime! Have a wonderful day, rintaro-kun.

—welp this is the second part and unfortunately i never wrote a third part because this was just an old series that i gave up on a while ago. i hope you enjoyed it! i’m sorry i didn’t write anymore parts:( i’m just trying to empty up old things in my drafts