#it's gonna take awhile to get healthy

[themareverine]

15 minutes of shoulders will humble you

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS

ghost: your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :( doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way... stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/ so incredibly jealous ghost coded surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :) soap: don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!< pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊 whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :( he can't stay away from ur pretty lips gaz: he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵 late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car... staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea price: price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it? he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him halloween mission gone wrong! :( your weight is no match for him alejandro: average alejandro camera roll smh he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done titty man :) sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner rudy: he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it typa shit rudy's on pussy so soft and healthy eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper

[f1amour]

✧˚ · . 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 27 lewis is 39), italics are flashbacks, angst. no happy ending

authors note: not spell checked sorryyy. based off this request. heavily inspired by the song so long, london. hope you all enjoy this fic and cry as much as i did writing it <3

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So (So) long (Long), London (London)

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

“Flight 444 from London to Mexico City will begin boarding in ten minutes please have your passports and tickets ready.”

Even a number reminded you of him. It was good you’ll be leaving this place that reminded you so much of him. You didn’t want to leave but you had to.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t come to me and talk about it. You said you’d retire with Mercedes then we would start a family. Now I’m finding out through social media that you signed with Ferrari for 2025?” You call after Lewis who had walked into the house with you standing in the living room with a pissed off look on your face.

“I don’t understand why I need to discuss that with you. It’s my career not yours, you don’t have one.” He says and immediately regrets it.

“Because I gave it up for you! To be the happy and proud girlfriend who went to every race and stays behind the cameras. The one you go home with. The one who supports you through every thing. Who celebrates your big wins and the smallest ones. I’m not taking this disrespect from you, Lewis.”

I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist

I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away

My spine split from carrying us up the hill

Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe

Lewis had convinced you to give him a year with Ferrari and after you two would get engaged and have your family like you both always wanted.

He still had the 2024 season with Mercedes and was going to make the most of it. You stopped going to every single race deciding to stay home and figure out what you’d be doing with your career. You had met lewis when you were 22 and he was 33. The age difference didn’t bother you but you never thought it would actually get in the way.

It was the opposite as most age gaps are discussed the older one wants a family by now and the younger one still wants to make a life for themselves before having a family.

You were ready for the next step you wanted to marry Lewis after five years together but he was still focused on his career and trying for his 8th championship title.

“I’m gonna be late. I’ve got a meeting with the team and I don’t know how long we will be.” You read the text message from Lewis and sigh deciding to get out of your dress and into some comfortable clothes.

Your usual date nights you had at least one time a week had dissipated to almost none at all. Even when it would be long distance you’d have face time dates with Lewis but recently it’s just been distant with rarely any calls or texts.

You weren’t sure if you could keep going on like this.

Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had. Did you think I had in me?"

Oh, the tragedy

So long, London

You'll find someone

Ticket purchased for Heathrow airport to Mexico City April 18th, 2024. One way.

You had decided it was now or never to leave the relationship. You loved Lewis but feeling like a second choice was no longer the healthy thing in your life. You’ve felt so unloved for awhile now that it was messing with your mental health.

London was your home for so long. He was your home for so long. But it was time to say goodbye.

I didn't opt in to be your odd man out

I founded the club she's heard great things about

I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath

I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use

The spirit was gonе, we would never come to

And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

“I’m a bit confused…why am I dropping you off at the airport? I don’t have to leave until a few more days.” Lewis says pulling into the private parking lot.

You get out of the car and grab your suitcases out of the trunk with his help, “I’m done, Lewis. I’m done waiting for you. I’m done being the second choice.”

“No, no, no. You cant do this, y/n!” He shakes his head while you let one of the airline workers grab your suitcases.

“I can do this actually. Just like you can decide our future for the both of us I can break up with you. I’m 27 years old, Lewis. I want to marry you. I want to have your children. I want to support you at every race while being the supportive wife. I’m so in love with you that I would give up everything including my career to make you happy.” You look at him, sadness in your eyes.

It was a realization you both were finally coming to terms with…it wasn’t a healthy relationship anymore. To give someone hopes of a family and marriage one day that may never happens wasn’t right. And to give up your career for him didn’t settle right with him either.

It was the end now.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” He whispers wiping your tears away but they just keep on flowing.

“I’m sorry too. For believing you everytime. I gave up most of my 20’s for you. I gave up the time where I should be enjoying my life and figuring out what I want to do with my career. But I blame myself too because I was so in love that I would look past all our flaws.”

For so long, London

Stitches undone

Two graves, one gun

I'll find someone

“We’ve done so much good for each other. The last few months haven’t been the best but you gave me some amazing years filled with love. I won’t ever forget that.” You tell Lewis kissing his cheek.

His eyes know welled up with tears, “I love you. I know I didn’t show it enough lately but I love you. I always will.”

It was sad to think of but Lewis was your first love.

But you would be his last.

And you say I abandoned the ship

But I was going down with it

My white-knuckle dying grip

Holding tight to your quiet resentment

And my friends said it isn't right to be scared

Every day of a love affair

Every breath feels like rarest air

When you're not sure if he wants to be there

THREE MONTHS LATER.

“Eight times we’ve said it before, here’s a ninth for you. Lewis Hamilton wins the British Grand Prix!” The crew you were with cheer watching the race while you sit there with little to no emotion in your eyes. It was nothing out of the ordinary for them seeing as you told them you didn’t know much about the sport and had no interest in it (all lies).

They had known you for three months now and for that time they have seen you only smile for guests who were on board and when they weren’t you didn’t show much emotion.

They loved your personality when you would show it at times so they assumed it was just some personal problems at home that had you so sad sometimes.

He had finally won after two years of no wins and he had done it in his home. A home that was once yours.

You wanted to cry and shout for him but you felt nothing, your soul had been so empty since leaving him. You hated him for it.

So how much sad did you think I had

Did you think I had in me?

How much tragedy?

Just how low did you

Think I'd go 'fore I'd self-implode?

'Fore I'd have to go be free?

“So we’ve got some guests coming on board later on today they’ll be here for three days. The primary is very well known I am told to not disclose his name until they are here so please as always treat our guests as usual and minding for autographs.” Your captain tells everyone and they all nod in agreement but then start conversing with each other about who it could be.

You were just ready to get back to work and not hear about Lewis’s win for the 100th time today.

It was time to welcome the guests on board and while the crew waits as they walk on board you can’t help but feel some nerves which you never get while on the job.

And as they all come in you realize why you were feeling that way as Lewis now stands right in front of you followed by a group of people (half of them models) which you’d never met before.

You give your fakest smile to them all shaking their hands until it comes to Lewis, your hand only lingers on his for a quick second before you pull away.

One of the models clings on him while you show them around the yacht.

Was it so easy for him to move on? Did he ever really love you?

You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waitin' for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for

It had been a day with Lewis and his friend on board and you’ve successfully been able to avoid being in a room alone with him. He was shocked how much you’d change in just a short amount of time.

Your eyes no longer holding any emotion in them. Your smile now only held up when attending to guests. You were a completely new person. He wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.

You’d been setting up the dinner table when you freeze smelling the familiar cologne you’d gotten so used to for five years.

“How did you find me?” You turn to Lewis, him knowing exactly what you meant by the question. He had all the money in the world and chose to travel to Mexico to enjoy his break? His own yacht sitting in Monaco but he chose to go on a different one?

“I…I hired someone to find you. I needed to see how you were doing and you weren’t answering my messages, y/n. What happened? You changed.”

“I changed? Fucking hell I mean what do you think? The person I thought I would marry and grow old with refused to show me any commitment. He failed to love me the last few months we were together. I gave up a career I loved for him and now I’m here attending to other people and their needs…it’s like I never got out of our relationship the way I care for others but myself.” You chuckle, your eyes no longer filled with tears as they usually would have by now.

You felt nothing but at the same time felt everything looking at him.

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Had (Had) a (A) good (Good) run (Run)

A moment (Moment) of warm sun (Sun)

But I'm (I'm) not (Not) the (The) one (One)

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Stitches (Stitches) undone (Undone)

Two (Two) graves (Graves) one gun (Gun)

You'll (You'll) find (Find) someone

“I’m not gonna tell you this again but please let me go. I need you to let me go because if I stare at you any longer I will go back. I’ll be yours again. But I’m already lost enough within myself, Lewis. I’ll be okay one day it’s going to take time but I’m grieving. I’m grieving us. Our dreams. You. I’m learning how to live again and it’s not easy but I’ll be okay. But you need to let me go. Please just do that for me?” You beg him. You’d be on your knees begging just so this pain in your heart would finally leave. You loved him so much it hurt but the stars weren’t aligned for both of you.

“Maybe in another life we could have made it?” Lewis says, his hand on your cheek.

You lean into his touch knowing it would be the last time you’d feel him close, “In another life.” You whisper quietly where he barely heard it.

Why not in this life?

[konpeitonom]

college! dating headcanons for grant curly. pt1

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; majority of these are self indulgent, and an excuse to take a break from my finals! the people on tumblr need my mediocre headcanons. not proofread im lazy. there *was* gonna be a nsfw section but i guess only if the people rlly want that..

— god he would be so unbearable at first. he’d try and find an excuse to hang out with you and that excuse would be studying. like, whether or not you guys live on the same floor in the dorms or just in the same class he’d always be like..

— “hey do you have notes for ___”, “do you wanna study with me in the commons?” “what grade did you get on the paper? we should compare next time”

— he would be so annoying about it and he wouldn’t even realize. sorry. haha.

— he’d just chalk it up to him being a bit more comfortable with you, you’re easy to talk too! but in reality he just needed reasons to see you. and what better excuse than classes?

— as a study partner however. maybe you get things done. most of the time you do. him however? he kinda needs someone to keep him in check. if hes alone he’ll end up doodling on all his papers and have to go back to a far away building to reprint his assignments.

— he’d doodle animals i think. big animal guy. he’d compare you to animals he thinks are cute and you may or may not take offense to that. it’s his way of flirting, honest!!

— i think after awhile he’d be more open to inviting you to other things. i’d start with school events then movies then maybe walks in a park nearby! he is not dense, if you seem uninterested he’ll back off.

— once you two start going on dates (whoever confesses first, it is up to you..) but nonetheless, he will insist on paying first. at least for the first few. if you don’t intervene he’ll pay for all. haha. it’s just how he was raised.

— cute cheap things though. like maybe a drive in movie theater, or ice cream, or walking around a pretty area downtown.

— he seems like a mint chocolate chip guy. the type to deny that it tastes like toothpaste. it’s just mint!! that or something healthy. as healthy as ice cream could get.

— he would play some kind of sport. i do not know a thing about sports, so i’ll leave it at that. he’d want someone who’d come to his games and support him and be there!! being there is the way he feels most loved, most likely.

— he would get injured so easily. whether that be from sports or him just being clumsy he is susceptible for injury- someone out there is out to get him.

— he’d like it if you patched him up. he likes being taken care of too! after a few times he’d just end up feeling bad and do it himself, but if you insist he wouldn’t mind that either..

— i also mentioned in my general headcanons that he is a morning person. in college that is true as well, but he would be taking the fattest afternoon naps. you, friends, family, school, work, sports… he is taking a nap.. maybe join him!!

— this is a common occurrence in curly fics. but he is the big spoon. he likes squeezing and squishing you like a plush doll.

— with all that on his shoulders he is not the best at managing his time. he would be extremely apologetic if he was late in anyway to a date and such but it’s bound to happen.

— he is friends with other girls. sorry. i think it is a green flag if a guy can be friends and only friends with girls. just means they view girls as more than a potential girlfriend. he’d never give you a reason to worry about him cheating, but if you had any sort of insecurity he’d adjust that thought process of his or just give you extra reassurance!

— during finals/mid-terms he is extra attentive to you. it is a stressful time for him but that must also mean it’s stressful for you too. small things like getting you food when you’re studying, making sure you’re taking breaks.

— ideal college bf. need a guy like him.. sob.

[razorblade180]

Summer:Zzzz

Weiss:*rubbing her head*

Jaune:Messing with our child again? She’s gonna wonder why her hair is frizzy.

Weiss:Today she asked me if I had a favorite kid.

Jaune:Oh?

Weiss:Said it felt like hanging out with Nick was easier for some reason. Despite the fact she strong arms me every time I try to bond with her.

Jaune:She’s at the age. It happens.

Weiss:I know. It’s probably wrong but I was a little happy. She wouldn’t say it but she was clearly jealous of her own brother; as if I don’t love them both. Although, it’s also a little sad she doesn’t realize just how much I love her.

Jaune:She gets that from me unfortunately. Takes awhile for that to sink in, but she knows she’s loved. You cry about her enough.

Weiss:Shut up. I cry a healthy amount over my daughter. Being a mom is hard. Especially when you don’t have a good reference. I hope I’m doing well enough.

Jaune:*kisses cheek* You’re a wonderful mother. Talented too. Not to mention beautiful. Way more attractive than your husband.

Weiss:I’ll have you know my husband won “Sexiest Man on Remnant” recently. Even if he argues about it, the world has admitted he’s factually hot.

Jaune:I feel like a woman of you power could’ve rigged the vote.

Weiss:Pfft, why? I want my husband to myself. It’s rather annoying he’s gonna be on a magazine soon. Although it’s a good chance to laugh at everyone wishing to have him.

Summer:You’re so petty. I guess you really are my mom.

Weiss:Oh, you’re up. *removes hand*

Summer:Hey now, I’m subjected to hearing you flirt and now the head rubs stop? Unbelievable.

Weiss:*continues rubbing* My, my, so spoiled. My daughter indeed.

[moodymisty]

(really sorry if this is sent more than once, firefox crashed right when I hit Ask so im re-sending it just in case)

Local Konrad apologist here to request a continuation to your 'Sevatar hunting you' oneshot you posted awhile back. sfw or nsfw, either is fine

(if you dont want to continue that plotline, np!! Just literally any Sev content would be hype as fuck, not gonna lie. love that man sm)

and i hope you and your pidges have a wonderful day❤

Soft continuation of this request

Author's note: Hell yeah I’ll continue that one! I love Sevatar <3 I hope this is ok! It didn’t quite flow the way I like but I don’t want to hold it up forever

Relationships: Sevatar/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd kind of, Violence and gore warning, Pet play technically? Sev calls you his little pet, Dubcon, Biting

When Sevatar had captured his prey, he made sure not to let it go. He dragged you back between his teeth to his den aboard the Nightfall, and you haven’t seen a Salamander since.

Sevatar has done much work in making sure your base needs are tended to- such as food and water to keep you healthy and soft - while on the Nightfall.

You are most likely the most well kept baseline aboard the ship, and many others refer to you snidely, jokingly, as Sevatar’s prized little pet.

He does a lot of prowling around to keep other Night Lords away from his catch, predator proofing his quarters.

While most Night Lords would hesitate to disobey him, or tread in quarters not their own or of their stature, Sevatar knows that his little pet is worth the risk.

You’re soft, clean and fragile, and unlike many of the serfs aboard who know how to hide and not be interesting enough to toy with, you whimper and cry and beg enough to make an Astartes mouth wet with drool and his hearts pump faster.

You don’t do as much anymore- With the Salamanders long gone that wound has faded, and you know despite his demeanor, Sevatar doesn’t break his toys. He seems to take quite good care of them actually, and despite the wounds he leaves in your body, the food he gets for you and the quarters you live in is almost comparable to life with the Salamanders.

Sevatar is returning to his quarters, looking downward at his knife when he feels as if something is off. He puts his knife back in its sheath, turning the corner to finish his trip to his quarters.

His body goes rigid when he notices the door is open, locks busted and completely torn apart. Only one glance inside confirms you’re gone. Your scent is fresh still however- this only just happened.

Sevatar runs down the halls, slamming into the shoulders of other marines who quickly try to give way to him, and halfway through the hall a singular Night Lord yells:

“If you’re looking for your pet, the idiot is taking her towards the barracks.”

He also hears the same man mumble about how he warned the thief, and that he wants to see his how Sevatar will display his guts for being a blackhand.

He catches up with the thief in the halls, spotting him carrying you with a hand clamped over your mouth. The other arm is around your waist, legs dangling and kicking uselessly.

Sevatar approaches him from behind and pulls out his knife and closes the distance lightning quick, slicing the wrist around your mouth so he doesn't crush your head. The Night Lord instinctively drops you- Sevatar hears your yelp as you crumble to the metal floor and presumably twist something - trying to defend himself first and foremost. Sevatar had the advantage however both in surprise and sheer strength, and within moments manages to get the slightly smaller Night Lord on the ground.

You can only watch as the two throw punches and tear at each other, eyes wide.

You hear the crunch as Sevatar’s knife drives through ceramite armor, reaching the black armoring suit underneath. The younger Night Lord attempts to clamp onto Sevatar's body but his one wrist is mangled and won't listen, while the other attempts to grab his neck in a desperate last ditch effort.

The first stab managed to crack ceramite armor like the outer shell of a bug, it takes a second blow for him to stab through his black carapace, and reach his organs. The marine lets out a shout as Sevatar's gauntlet gets covered in bright red blood, and you can only watch in a frozen stare as he mangles the younger night lord's body into a crushed, bloody mess.

Sevatar finishes by standing up, and grinding his head into the floor with his boot, splattering blood all over the floor.

A few Night Lords pass by, rolling their eyes at the mess and speaking along the lines that he had it coming, for disobeying Sevatar.

One also mentions that Sevatar wasted a meal by crushing the Astartes like that, and even just the implications of him feasting on the man’s brain matter has bile rising in your throat.

Blood is still on your face from his initial attack, alongside whatever splattered your way as you laid on the floor and watch him crush your kidnapper. Sevatar leans closer, and he laughs when he smears it across your face with his gauntlet.

He’s examining you for any damage, and other than a sprained wrist from when the Night Lord dropped you to the floor, you’re unharmed.

“Messy.”

You say nothing, but instead lean forward and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Sevatar noticeably stiffens.

He supposes in your mind he is your savior. The Night Lord who had broken into his quarters more than likely wanted to toy with you for a bit until you broke, then throwing you into the garbage.

It’s good to know that you’re attached to him. That you know he is your best option, and that you won’t consider trying to sneak off. While he loves it when you cry, when you beg him to stop, there’s also a part of him that loves that you want him. How lately, some of your begging has turned into cute little whimpers.

Picking you up off the ground to return to his quarters you latch to him like he’s going to drop you as well, arms around his neck.

He likes the feeling.

Perhaps some of the other Night Lords would prefer it if you ran, if you hated him, but Sevatar wants you to want him. He wants to feel that rush.

He hasn't had his armor off in about it a week, but they're safe enough in Imperium space; He can take it off for a bit.

He won't let you out of his sight while he does so however, setting you down right in front of the armoring platform as he has the serfs and mechanical arms take away piece after piece of ceramite. It can sometimes take almost a half hour to armor up a marine, removing the pieces is significantly shorter. He leaves his black armoring suit on to take off in his quarters, and pushes you back there like he’s herding an animal.

He looks briefly and notices how that Night Lord broken open the lock; He'll remember that.

He watches you quickly scurry inside of his quarters, his den, sitting on the bed and trying to pick at the astartes blood coagulating on your face. You look so small on the massive bed, and the way you curl your legs up exaggerates the difference.

"I was asleep when he broke in... I didn't have time to hide or find you."

Sevatar laughs at the idea of you being able to hide or run from an astartes.

"Just shows that I need to keep a closer eye on you. You make a lot of trouble for me."

The way you look at him is concerned. You think he's considering getting rid of you. That you cause too much trouble for him. That couldn't be less of the case. He knew what he was getting into when he stole from the Salamanders.

Walking closer he stands and towers over you, seeing the hesitation and fear in your eyes when his hand comes close to your face. Instead of your neck however, it wraps around your jaw, and he forces your mouth to open with his thumb.

"But you're a good little pet, aren’t you.”

He loves the way your mouth wraps around his thumb- warm, wet, like the inside of a wound. Your hands rise up to wrap around his wrist, while he pushes you down laying on the bed.

“I should get you one of those tattoos.”

Sevatar removes his thumb from your mouth and grips your hair, pulling your neck to the side and exposing you vein. He can see your heartbeat through your skin, along with the myriad of old scars and healing bites he’s left there.

It’s his favorite part of you; Nothing else is like the feeling of your life and soul between his teeth.

He drags his teeth down your neck and feels the way your hands clamber at his shoulders, until he finds a spot he likes and sinks his teeth in.

Your hands slap at his shoulders and you whimper, gasping in pain as his dull teeth pierce your skin. His tongue is coated in that tangy, iron taste, the salt of your skin mixing. You taste delicious- the feeling of your soft flesh underneath his hands and in his mouth makes his cock throb.

A part of him imagines biting down harder, drawing more blood and ripping your skin. The crunch of vein and bone. But he doesn’t want to damage you that much, and risk loosing his catch.

“W-what tattoo?”

You breathlessly speak. Sevatar knows some of the other- usually older - Night Lords have been tattooing their favorite serfs; Staking a claim on them.

He doesn’t need to stake claim on what everyone already knows is his, but the idea of his name, or his variation of the Night Lords symbol adorning your delicate skin rouses a part of him.

He bites again, and you take a sharp inhale- heels digging into the bed. Your thighs are forcibly spread apart to make room for his massive body, weight holding you down. He feels your heartbeat in his mouth, your very life is so close.

“You’ll see.”

[sp00kcanwrite]

Hear me out- i'm cooking here some idea! Like- what if Sun wukong, Macaque (separatedly) met an Reader who is an Goddess of the Moon, like, not like Chang'e but mostly THE Protector! One of the elements, like, they met her when she was humming a tune while sitting on a little moon shape floaty thing (The Design might be inspired of Moonlight Cookie From Cookie run Ovenbreak/Kingdom! So you get an idea of how to do it <33) Some Headcanons??? I'll gladly love to read it! It can be Some fluff or something about them both having a crush on The Reader (bro's gonna go wild if they found out Reader is lesbi-) (jk,jk, just an nerd joke from the moonlight x sea fairy story)

Just an fan of Moonlight Cookie here! Love your fics <33

Stay healthy and keep yourself all good

-This dumb nerd

I LOVE COOKIE RUN TO!

This is my first,and (probably will always be) my favorite request ♡♡♡

MACAQUE X MOON GODDESS! READER

Maybe a bit OOC

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MEETING!

Macaque never thought he'd stumble into a moon goddess but here he is!

After a fight with wukong, in wich macaque barely got away, he fled to a usually empty lake surrounded by woods .

He didn't expect the isolated area to be occupied by a women with almost glowing skin and a ethereal dress to be sitting elegantly on a Cresent moon like platform that floated 5 inches away from the water of the lake and gave off a white glow.

The woman hummed a soft tune that would put thousands of children to sleep. Though it was very quiet macaque would've been able to hear it from a mile away, he almost fell asleep as he felt the insomnia he's been plagued with for years slip away.

His black claws gripped onto the bark of a tree as he watched the lady for, he doesn't even know how long at this point.

Maybe his grip was to strong as the wood eventually let out a booming Crack and fell forward, right into the lake. The water splashed over the woman sitting in a Cresent moon.

HEADCANONS!!

I won't lie that man fled as soon as the wood gave out, faster then sonic i swear. Yet he found himself coming back to the same lake, to hear the same humming tune that you sung.

After awhile, I'd say 4 weeks, you'd finally introduce yourself. And boy did that shock the raven haired monkey as he thought he was being rather sneaky.

It takes a while for him to warm up to you but patience is perfection! And trust me eventually he did, and soon that friendship blossomed into something else.

He thought of you every night, everything about you intoxicated the guy. Your humming, your face, your eyes, and even how quiet you spoke.

He knew he had it bad but couldn't convince himself to confess, so what does he do? He ghosts you

For a pretty long times (cough 8 days) until you finally take actiona and burst into his dojo, your moon staff in hand, and demanded a explanation on why he was avoiding you.

After a long while of bickering he accidentally slips out a confession, you paused completely when you heard the words come out your mouth.

Oddly enough..you didn't mind it

MEETING!

Ya'll know how in the books he was described to be a light weight drinker? Yeah it was true. And he's a man of bad luck to run into the same moon goddess that he treated so rudely in the past.

He was stumbling threw a forest, god knows how he got there, and ran into a glowing woman that sat sleepily on a Cresent moon. And when I say ran in I mean it, he ran full force into you by accident of course.

By the time you got up and held him by his collar the man was knocked out, he wanted to smack him over the skull buttt that wouldn't be very "elegant" for you (definitely not because you knew he was THE sun wukong)

So you dragged him to FFF mountain, all the way into the shame shack and threw him on his bed. But sadly this powerful demon had, in his sleep, gripped onto your flowing gown and pulled you onto the bed with him.

No matter how hard you wiggled or squirmed you were stuck being wukongs brand new stuffed toy for the night.

______________

He was out like a rock, you had to summon your staff and hit him a couple of times before he even opened a eye.

But oh boy when he did you screamed louder then any siren could in all 7 seas. Not from fear, but from hangover shock.

You scoffed at his girlish scream and turned your nose up to his lazy apology. As you went to the door the great sage folded over on the ground, and started breathing heavy? Was he gagging? Why- OH CRAP

I don't think I need to say what happened next, it ended with him bent over a toilet and you helping him up. You don't know how or why but you stayed for a good 6 hours just listening to the obviously touch deprived monkey, you could tell by how he clinged on your arm, ramble on and laugh at his antics in the past. Tha antics that caused alot of trouble to the moon you protected.

Turns out the great sage has some overpowering charm as you found yourself showing up to his house again

And again

And again

Until you memorized flower fruit mountain like it was the back of your hand.

The lonely great sage found himself growing fonder and fonder of you each day, he wondered why his heart beat so much, why his palm went sweaty or why he felt hot around you.

Until it hit him the day you cooked him a peach pie.

He had hearts in his eyes as he held your wrist, catching the steaming pie with his tail he looked you in the eye and said with much confidence.

"I love you!"

"I like woman-"

(JK)

(JK)

You stared with shock as the monkey man confessed his feelings, and as hard as a asteroid hitting the moon your lips crashed with his.

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cop!harry based on this request

Summary: You defied Harry and he's not happy about it.

A/N: couldn't help myself with this one you guys. 2289 words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut (oral, male receiving), possessive and toxic behavior (cop!Harry monitors her activity which isn’t normal in a healthy relationship)

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Harry walked in the door about ten minutes after you got home. You’d been out with a friend chatting over tea. You met Ronnie at the gym and hit it off so you’d been chatting with her and hanging out more often. You’d lost track of the hours when you apologized to your friend that you had to leave and got home just in time. You tried to play it off that you’d been home awhile but Harry knew your routine well. And it wasn’t like he minded if you hung out with anyone during the day but he was very protective and liked to know if you were going to be out during the day because he worried. Being a cop meant he was always trying to keep you safe even when it wasn’t necessary.

You had intended on being home to start dinner well in advance but you were having such a nice time chatting with Ronnie that the time passed by too fast.

“Hey baby,” Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your front, and kissed your neck as you lit the stove to boil water.

“Hi. How was your day?” You spoke, trying to quell your nerves. You knew he was going to sense your hesitance. And of course, he did.

“What’s up?” He turned you around to look at you directly. His bright green eyes and dark curls always did you in. You couldn’t lie to him. And of course, you weren’t planning on lying, you were going to tell him but you needed to work up to that. You figured you’d just casually mention it as if no big deal. But you knew he wouldn’t like it. He always expected you would tell him when you left the flat ahead of time. But you didn’t this time. Not even a text to inform him. It felt silly. You were only just down the street. And Harry was too protective.

“Uh, nothing… I was gonna tell you that I went out and met up with Ronnie again-“

“When?”

You blinked and nervously laughed, “Um, a few hours ago. Got home just before you did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n?”

You looked down to take a breath but he grasped your chin and tilted your face back up so he could see you, “Let me see your pretty eyes when you explain to me why you didn’t tell me you were going out to see Ronnie.”

Your heart fluttered. You loved it when he was like this. Loved how forceful he could be but how it was tinted with sweetness, “Sorry, Harry. I was going to but it felt silly. I was only just down the street. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Harry pressed his lips together and nodded slowly as he moved his hand down to your neck, “Didn’t want to bother me… I see. I see. Well, we’ll discuss this after dinner,” he gave your throat a gentle squeeze before letting go and taking a step back, “M’hungry and I need a shower.”

You finished boiling the potatoes and roasting the chicken thighs in the oven by the time Harry was seated at the table and reading the paper as he waited. Silently. You knew you were in for it. At the least, you’d get a stern talking to. But you wouldn’t mind a nice spanking. The more you thought about the possibilities of what he might have in mind the more nervous you got. But your nerves were more of excited anticipation. Never of dread because you trusted him.

You brought the plates to the table and sat across from him quietly.

Quietly.

The entire dinner was silent. Harry didn’t speak a word to you as he continued reading the paper while scooping bites of food into his mouth.

When you were nearly done you cleared your throat and looked at your lover, “Harry?”

He continued looking at the paper as he raised a brow, “Hmm?”

“Um, did you want to discuss what happened? You said we’d talk about-“

“I said after dinner,” his gaze finally shifted to yours as he folded the paper and placed it down on the table, “But since now you suddenly want to talk to me go for it.”

“Uh, I mean. I just went out with Ronnie. Only a few blocks away. Like I said.”

Harry stayed quiet as he ate the last bite on his plate, his steely glare never leaving your face.

“So… I know I should have let you know but I… I didn’t think-“

“You didn’t think is right. Not very smart of you. You know that the only reason I want you to let me know is so that if anything happens I’ll know where you are. I need to be able to protect you and I can’t do that if I don’t even know you’ve left the flat.”

“Harry… you don’t have to always protect me. Nothing is going to hap-“

He stood up from his chair and pulled at your arm, lifting you from your seat, “Love how now you want to talk but earlier you couldn’t be arsed to give me a little heads up that you’d be gone. But that’s not what I want. Now that I know you didn’t want to talk to me earlier, I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t want to hear you talk at all right now in fact. Let’s fix this shall we?”

Harry pulled you into the bedroom and pointed at the bed, “Climb up and lie on your back, hang your head off on this side.”

You scrambled to position yourself like he wanted. You hung your head off the edge of the bed and you could only see Harry from upside down as he pulled his pants down.

He reached across your body and pulled at your dress, causing you to lift upward as he slid it off your torso and over your head.

“Open up wide.”

You did as he said. You knew what he was about to do. He intended to shut you up just like he said he would.

He tapped his tip at your lips, not fully hard yet, but he was warm and smelled like soap from the shower he’d just had, “Tongue out. Lick it up, make me nice and hard. S’one thing you’re good at at least.”

You jutted your tongue out and Harry moved his dick over your wet muscle, his balls pressing into your eyes and forehead as he moved himself over your lips and tongue.

You felt him grow hard over your lips and he leaned over your body again, this time pinching your nipples and making your squeal.

“Ah ah ah… shhh… None of that. You’re not meant to talk since you insist on keeping secrets.”    

With that he pushed his cock past your lips, rendering you completely muted as he began to throatfuck you. You felt him get in deep as he rolled his hips into you and moaned.

Harry watched as your neck bulged from his cock with each heavy thrust. He could only see your chin and neck as he tucked himself in all the way, his balls pushed onto your nose.

When he began to go in a little harder you flopped around a bit, your arms flailed up, and tried to grab onto him but he just held your arms down so you’d stay still while he continued to get himself off.

“S’better, yeah?” Harry panted his words, “You wanted to keep quiet so that’s what you’ll get. Always get… ffucck, Y/n!” He gasped as you gurgled and choked, your chest heaved upward in search of air.

He pulled out to give you a gulp of breath and with his shiny cock resting over your mouth you dripped saliva down your chin and into your hair. Your face was red from the blood rushing to your head as you gasped before he plunged in again.

“See? Always get what you want. Don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer. Not only could you not shake or nod your head, but your vocal cords were also barely usable.

He loved your gags and your gurgles as he fucked into your mouth. You couldn’t say or do anything. Your pretty nipples were perked and your soft tits swayed as he pressed himself into you over and over again. He panted with the way you swallowed around his thick tip repeatedly. More drool cascading out of the edges of your mouth, making a filthy mess of yourself and his balls.

In an act of mercy, he pulled out again to watch you inhale a breath sharply, sucking oxygen into your lungs before he laid his scrotum over your mouth, “Suck my balls,” he spoke lowly without an ounce of irony.

Your whole face was wet with saliva and his balls were slippery on your lips but you managed to pull on them and suck on them like he asked. You liked this part. The break in between so you could pull air in through your nose and prepare yourself for what he was about to do. Because the next round he was going to destroy your throat so you wouldn’t be able to speak for days. He’d go until he came and had you nearly drowning in his come. But you wanted it. You yearned to drink his come and choke on it. You knew no one could do this to him the way you did. No one else had his knees nearly giving out from how well you did it. No one else. He didn’t want anyone else. He chose you. Even left his fucking wife for you when all your friends told you no married man ever left their wife for their mistress. They’d all been wrong. He chose you.

“You ready for this, darling? I’m gonna make you wish you had just texted me where you were. Talking and communicating is good isn’t it,” Harry moaned as you lapped at his heavy balls.

But you didn’t answer him and so he moved back, pressing your arms down and removing his cock from over your face, replacing your view with his upside-down face instead, “Communicating is good isn’t it? Answer me now.”

“Yes. Yes, sir. I’m sorry,” your voice was hoarse. Harry scoffed and stood back up. He teasingly stroked his cock and pressed his tip between your lips, holding one of your arms down with his weight leaned over you “That’s right. I need you to always communicate with me. Always let me know when you’re leaving the flat. I ask you to do that because I care for you,” his breathy words came out slowly as he began to paint his spit-covered cock all over your wet face, smacking your cheeks with the weight of his punishingly hard dick, “You’re a cop’s girl, after all. There might be weirdos out there after you because of me. I can’t let anything happen to you. So this is your lesson. You need to learn to talk to me and communicate.”

Suddenly he let go of his shaft and held you down by both of your arms as he stuffed himself back inside of your throat and groaned. This time, his thrusts weren’t kind. They were a punishment.

You squeezed your eyes closed and opened up your jaw and throat as much as possible. Your sinuses were beginning to drain with how he was going in hard and deep, your throat was going to be bruised.

Harry��s grunts and gasps and your wet gurgles and gags filled the bedroom and the hallway where the door was left open. You let your mind stop and your body float away as he used you for his pleasure and taught you a lesson.

Your throat always felt so good for him. He loved when you’d get still and just let him take over when he was punishing you. Sometimes you’d resist but by the end, you always gave in and let him have his way. Watching the way he could see his cock filling your throat with how your neck bulged each time he pushed in, how his balls kept thudding onto your upper lip and nose, the slick saliva dripping all over your face and into your hair.

Harry let go of your arms to cradle your head so he could hold you still as he pumped his come down your throat. You sputtered and gagged, choked on his come and he moaned over you, keeping his dick lodged down into your throat until he was finally done twitching and pouring into you. Until his orgasm subsided.

He slid himself out and you reached up for his thighs and gasped. You looked like a wreck. You looked like you’d just been throatfucked good.

Harry smiled as he knelt down and took your hands from his thighs so he could help you sit up slowly. He kept your hands in his as he sat down next to you on the bed and kissed your forehead, also wet with saliva.

“Good girl. Have you learned your lesson about not talking to me or communicating now? How it’s better for you if you just let me know what you’re doing so I’m not left in the dark and worrying about you?”

You nodded and coughed as you tried to swallow but it hurt. He’d really done a number on your throat.

Harry wiped the excess spit around your lips and chuckled softly. “Good girl. Now let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. I’ll help you with a bath and then we’ll have some ice cream for dessert to soothe your scratchy throat.”

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Test of Love (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

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Summary: You find someone you aren't expecting when walking with Suguru. Later, you and Satoru get sneaky.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient. I know it's taking awhile to get to the poly stuff, but I promise we're getting there. Just want it to feel natural as reader doesn't want to rush things. If I was her though I would be taking both at the same time within an hour of meeting them. This chapter made me a bit nervous, it feels a bit boring compared to other ones. I am pumped for the next chapter though, we're gonna get into some poly goodness. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Semi Public Sex, Bullying Sort Of, Mild Violence, Slightly Unnerving Feelings, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,146

For once, Suguru is up before Satoru. It’s pretty rare for that to happen. Normally, Satoru is up several hours before Suguru, and more often than not he’s out of the house before Suguru’s eyes even open. Suguru likes waking up first, it gives him the chance to cook for Satoru. He enjoys cooking for him as it ensures that Satoru is eating a proper meal. Satoru is a grown man, but you’d never be able to tell with his diet.

Suguru’s looking down at the stove when he hears Satoru pad into the room. His eyes are droopy with sleep and his mouth is open in a wide yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

Suguru likes seeing Satoru like this. A slice of normalcy in an otherwise godly man.

Satoru grumbles back before sitting at the bar, watching as Suguru finishes cooking. Once he does, he makes a plate before sliding it to Satoru. Pancakes and eggs, Suguru would have preferred to make something more healthy but he knew Satoru would have complained.

Suguru leans against the counter with his mug in his hand. He takes his coffee black, letting the bitter taste slide down his throat. The flavor didn’t bother him, he was used to bitter things. It couldn’t be worse than the curses he swallowed on a regular basis. 

Satoru is dousing his pancakes in syrup, eyes wide as he watches it cover the entirety of it. He takes several bites before reaching forward to grab the mug Suguru set out for him. It had coffee in it, the color slightly lighter than Suguru’s. 

He adds a couple more sugar cubes in it, even though Suguru already added some, before stirring the drink. Suguru’s watching with his face pinched up as Satoru downs the drink. 

“It’s not really coffee at that point.” Suguru mumbles. 

“Tastes like coffee to me.” 

“Does it?” 

Satoru finishes his drink and stares at Suguru in defiance as he licks his top lip. Suguru chuckles and lifts his mug up to take another sip. 

The apartment is quiet as Suguru stands next to Satoru while he finishes his breakfast. All Suguru wants to do is drag Satoru back to bed, but he knows he can’t. 

As Suguru watches his boyfriend, he allows his mind to drift.

His mind drifts to you. 

“I’m a bit shocked, Satoru.” 

“Hm?” 

“I didn’t know what to expect from someone you had a crush on.” Suguru folds his arms. “Not that I really expected her to be normal, you like her after all.”

“Feels like you’re dissing yourself, but go on.” 

“She’s better than I expected. You picked good.”

Suguru sees a small grin appear on Satoru’s lips before he sits up, jumping off the chair to stand to his full height. The two are the same height, but Suguru still feels small in Satoru’s presence sometimes. He’s bulkier than Satoru, but his boyfriend's attitude has always been larger than life.

“Careful, I might think you’re complimenting me.” Satoru says.

“God forbid.” Suguru replies.

Suguru’s lips spread into a smile as does Satoru’s. The two stare at each other for a moment until Suguru reaches a hand up, fixing Satoru’s hair. He lets his thumb graze Satoru’s bottom lip, swiping away stray syrup. Satoru allows his cheek to nuzzle in Suguru’s palm, finding peace for a brief second before he’s faced with the reality of the day. 

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs. 

“I love you too.” 

Satoru presses his lips against Suguru, and Suguru begins to think maybe he prefers sweetness over bitterness. 

~~~ 

It’s Monday, the idea of a brand new week was making your shoulders sag. You had a great weekend, but now you were forced to go back to reality. How annoying. The day had gone by okay at least; in terms of craziness it was surprisingly mellow. The students didn’t have any missions, all they had to do was a couple of tests. You were grading them when you got a text message. 

Suguru: hey

Suguru: have any plans for dinner?

You grin at your screen before picking your phone up. 

You: no, I was just going to pick up something from town

Suguru: stop by our place instead, I can make a home cooked meal.

That sounded wonderful. Ever since you had met Suguru, you had been eating exponentially better. Before, you only ate boxed meals and that was only if you were lucky. You never had time to cook, your days were constantly filled with shit that needed to be done.

You breeze through the rest of grading in order to see him sooner. You’re practically jumping up and down by the time you slide from your classroom. 

There was no reason to go home to change. You weren’t sure at what point in time you started to get more comfortable around the boys, but you no longer felt the need to dress up. You’ve already humiliated yourself in front of them enough to now feel at ease with them. Memories from your drunken mishap fill your mind and you try to shake them away. 

Honestly, it was a miracle they still talked to you at all. You were mortified. But they didn’t seem too bothered. 

Although Satoru has teased you about it multiple times so far, even though it happened only a couple days ago.

You’re standing in front of their front door when you see Suguru. He’s wearing a soft smile as he greets you, the smell of his cologne falling over you. 

“Hey.” He says, leaning down as he holds your chin. 

His lips press against yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he pulls away you have to avert your gaze in order to not pass out. 

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, gesturing you inside. 

“You’re sweet. I'm just wearing my school uniform.” 

“I think you could make anything beautiful.”

Ever the charmer. 

You chuff and set your bags down, wandering to their kitchen. It was remarkably clean, but that didn’t surprise you. Every time you had been over it was almost impossible to find something out of place. It was hard to decide who was the cleanlier of the two. 

Satoru was a neat person. Most people wouldn’t guess it due to his personality. You think it’s because of his childhood. A home that was sterile and clinical. It didn’t seem like a home at all. He had hired help growing up, so there was never a mess. You guess he probably got used to it. 

Suguru just feels like he would hate mess. With his nearly maternal behaviors, it would surprise you if he was unorganized.

“That was smooth.” You respond, smiling as he follows you into the kitchen. 

You can tell he’s been rummaging around, there were piles of food on the counter, none of which could make a comprehensive meal. Honestly, you would have been fine eating a bowl of ramen. Something tells you Suguru wouldn’t want something so boring, though.

“Good. I practiced, you know.” He replies with ease, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Suguru’s beginning to slide the food back into the cupboards, looking at you over his shoulder. 

“We’re out of what we need for dinner tonight. I’m sorry. I was just going to go to the store to pick it up, then I can get started. You can stay here if you’d like.” 

You watch his broad frame from behind. Tendons are lining his arms as he stretches across the counter. You never understood how people could look at art for hours, but you think you were starting to get it. Suguru was sculpted by the gods, you were sure of it. Hand picked features chosen down to the smallest detail. You could look at him for hours.

“No, I can go with you!” You rush out as you watch him. 

You really didn’t want to be alone in their apartment.

His face lights up at your exclamation. How cute. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ready to head out. You follow shortly behind him as the two of you exit the apartment, making your way to the store. He grabs your hand the second he closes the front door. The protectiveness is heartwarming. 

It feels entirely domestic how you go shopping together. Suguru’s large frame is leaned over a shopping cart as you roam the isles. He put you in charge of holding the shopping list, having you read out each ingredient the both of you needed. Suguru wanted to make Dutch oven chicken, which sounded way too fancy in your opinion, but the idea of it did make your mouth water. 

“Is that everything?” He asks once the cart is full, peering over your shoulder. 

The proximity leaves you breathless, and you have to clear your throat to avoid groaning. 

“Yeah. I think so.” When you turn your head he looks much closer than you expected. 

“Alright. What kind of treat do you want?” 

“Treat?”

“Yeah. Everytime I go shopping I buy Satoru something sweet. He complains if I don’t. And it’s cute to see how excited he gets when I do bring something home. Do you want something sweet or salty?” 

Your eyes look up in thought as you follow him to the junk food aisle. It was really starting to feel like you were ingrained in their relationship. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it just felt so right. Part of you was worried they would get tired of your presence, but you knew they wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case. 

Suguru’s browsing the shelves of chocolate in front of him, chin propped between his fingers. He looks deep in thought as he decides which treat to get Satoru, and your eyes constantly flick over to him before looking back at the food in front of you. 

You want to tell him how much you like him, but you can’t find the words. They’re lurking in the back of your throat, seconds from spilling over your lips.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asks, ripping you from your thoughts. 

“Yeah!”

You decide to just get a packet of M&Ms, small and cheap, while Suguru picks out Reese’s for Satoru.

He allows you to carry one bag after much begging on your part, but he does most of the heavy lifting. 

Suguru’s pace is slow as you walk beside him, making your way back to his apartment. He could be walking much faster with those ridiculously long legs of his, so you find it sweet that he’s lingering for you. 

“I’m starving…” You whine, eyes drifting to the street food vendors lining the sidewalks. 

The smell of some of them was causing your head to swirl. 

“I’m sorry, I could buy you something small to tide you over until dinners ready.”

“Really? You aren’t scared it would spoil my appetite?” 

“Yeah, I can't have you starving to death.” He begins. “Plus I can’t say no to spoiling you.” 

Your eyes dart away as he grins. 

“Which one do you want?” He stops in his tracks as you review your options.

You look around to find a vendor that has the shortest line. It's a bit difficult as there were crowds at each one, but there was one close that sold traditional Japanese food that didn’t look too crowded. 

The two of you walk over and wait in line.

You release a sigh and rest your head against Suguru’s arm, beginning to let your mind glaze over. 

“Is Satoru joining us tonight?” You ask, half expecting him to say no. 

“Yeah, he’s just finishing some things up at the school first.” 

An image of sharing a dinner with the two of them flashes in your brain and your stomach fills with excitement. 

You let your eyes wander around, listening as Suguru talks. Admittedly, you were beginning to daze off at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting that your mind was turning off. 

When you look in front of you to the right, you see something. There’s a man who looks strangely familiar behind a woman. His eyes are flicking up rapidly to watch her as he reaches a hand out. 

Fire. 

A small flame bursts from his hands, small enough that no one except you notices. He holds the fire to her left sleeve, causing her head to snap down at the heat. As she does so, he grabs the purse from her right hand while she’s distracted.

“Hey-“ you step forward. 

The man jolts at your attention. You lock eyes for a split second before he’s turning around and running away. 

“What? Suguru, I'll be right back!” Your feet carry you in the same direction of the man. 

He’s fast. He reminds you a bit of a dog with the way he carefully weaves between crowds of people in an attempt to lose you. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your throat dry from the chase. 

He turns down an alley and you have no choice but to follow him. The bag you’re holding slips from your hands as you speed towards him. It's dark and dingy as you skid down the alley. Exactly the kind of place where you’d run into unsavory people.

Where was he? 

You turn around and something hits the side of your face. He punched you. Iron fills your mouth as you fly your arm out, making contact with his cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in a fist fight with someone. He’s bigger than you, so you’re forced to use your speed to your advantage. 

You swear you know him, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

Your elbow darts out, hitting him in the chest. He coughs loudly and you use the short moment of pause to tackle him to the ground. 

It’s hard to tell how many times you’ve hit him. Your arm winds back to punch him again before something stops you. 

Pain. 

Something is grabbing your hair, yanking you back. You shout in agony as you blindly reach behind, trying to figure out what got you. 

There’s another man, his fist holding your hair in a tight grip. The guy beneath you scrambles to his feet as you thrash around. 

Guess it’s time to use your technique. How annoying.

All of a sudden the pressure is released from your head and you’re able to breathe again. 

Someone else is in the alley now. 

Suguru. 

He had used his technique to pin the man holding your hair against the wall. He’s squirming under Suguru’s curses and you can't help but marvel. It was the first time you had seen him use his technique. 

Remembering the other man, you quickly turn around and pin him back down, looking up at Suguru. 

It seemed so effortless for him, meanwhile you were panting from the hard work. 

“Thank you.” You heave out. 

Suguru’s eyes drop to you and you feel your stomach turn. His stare was so cold. So this is what he looked like in battle? It’s a bit scary, he was nearly unrecognizable.

As soon as you catch the glimpse of the Sorcerer side of Suguru, he’s already switched back to the personality you’re used to. He grins at you before looking back at the attackers. 

“Who are you?” Suguru asks. 

You look down to the man beneath you and it finally clicks. It was Mahiro, the fire user you and Satoru had talked about. It was a coincidence you ran into him like this. 

If this was Mahiro, then who was the other guy? 

“Suguru, this is the guy who’s been attacking the school.” 

The two men look at each other, they looked a bit helpless. 

Suguru’s eyes light up as he stares at them, you watch in real time as he makes the connection. You have so many questions to ask the two of them, but more than anything you just wanted to know why. Why were they threatening the school? Why now? 

“We should bring them to Jujutsu High. We can question them there.” Suguru’s pulling out his phone to dial someone, likely an assistant. 

~~~

When you get to the school, it’s completely quiet. Most people had gone home or to their dorms. The only people wandering about were principal Yaga and Satoru, who’s whereabouts you weren’t even sure of.

“Thank you.” Yaga nods you off as he closes the door to one of the rooms holding the prisoners.

As he closes the door, you’re able to catch one last glance at the second man, your eyes locking before the door slams shut.

The two men were locked in different cells, waiting for further questioning. They might have to wait until tomorrow because of how busy everyone was, but you didn't care at all.

Suguru had accompanied you in dropping them off, but left shortly after. I need to take the groceries home, he told you. It almost seemed like he was in a rush to leave the campus. You wonder if it makes him uncomfortable to wander the halls from his childhood. 

The adrenaline was catching up to you now, you could  feel the ache in your body begin to settle. There’s blood running down your nose and you wouldn’t be surprised if your face was starting to swell. The life of a sorcerer was rough, all you wanted to do was relax tonight with Suguru and Satoru, however it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

You’re standing in the bathroom, dabbing a wet paper towel against your nose when the door swings open. 

Satoru. 

“Hey.” He speaks, looking at you in the mirror. 

It's weird like this. Seeing him in his uniform and blindfold makes you feel separated. He isn't Satoru when he’s dressed like this. He’s Gojo, the strongest sorcerer who’s currently living. The difference in your abilities is glaringly obvious. 

You try to remind yourself he’s just Satoru, your Satoru. 

Even if you weren’t sure if he was yours at all.

“Hey.” You reply, wincing as the towel bumps your nose. 

Luckily, you weren’t as swollen as you expected yourself to be, but there was dried blood everywhere. 

Satoru strolls up to you, hips leaning against the counter. He grabs the paper towel from your hand and tilts your face up, sliding the towel where you were holding it. He’s wiping your blood away, trying not to bump your nose. 

“I can do it myself, you know.” 

“I know.” He says, but doesn’t stop. 

“You were hot out there.” Satoru goes on. 

“You weren’t even there.”

“Didn't have to be, Suguru told me about it. Sexy of you to beat the shit out of a man.”

You chuckle and glance at his face. His hair looked soft to the touch, his skin perfect. 

Focus.

Memories flood your mind of the fight. You didn’t do that good. Suguru had to save your ass, you weren’t sure if you would’ve made it if he didn’t come. At the very least they would have escaped. 

“I don't know about that. Suguru helped.”

“Sure he helped, but you’re the one who noticed Mahiro. And you chased after him. It takes a lot of balls to chase after someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of, or if they’re even alone. And I know you don’t have balls.”

Satoru cracks a smile when he hears you laugh. He’s making it difficult to mope, the heavy weight of inadequacy on your shoulders being overshadowed by his proximity. 

“I'm serious, I wonder how other sorcerers get anything done with the two of you around.”

“We’re strong, but we need people like you too.” 

Satoru tosses the paper towel away and admires his work before washing his hands. 

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“And you’re strong too.” 

“Would you like me if I was weak?” You allow the question to hang in the air.

“You aren’t weak.” 

Satoru holds your hip before he leans down to place his lips on yours. There’s still a faint taste of iron in your mouth, but it doesn't seem to bother Satoru. His fingers wrap around your hips in such a way that makes you dizzy. You knew they were long, but it never failed to make you swoon. 

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle at the whine he lets out. Satoru was a touchy person. At first it didn’t really make sense to you. He spent a large portion of his life trying to make it so people couldn’t touch him, but then you realized that that was why he wanted it so badly. He craved intimacy in a way most people took for granted. It made you sad. Whenever you thought about his circumstances for too long you got sad, though.

Satoru must notice that your mind is getting off track, his voice comes out low as he speaks. 

“Hey, I’m right here.” It sounds like a jest, reminding you of his presence. As if he’s saying don’t ignore me. But it also sounds like he said it to remind you. Don’t veer too far off track. It's all okay. I'm here. 

His tongue twirls against yours and you’re running out of breath. It’s distracting you from the pain beneath your skin, so you don't care. He places both hands on your waist and lifts you up until you’re placed on the counter.

A clattering in the halls breaks you from the heat of the moment. Yaga must’ve just walked by. 

“Satoru, we should stop.” You reluctantly pull away and look up at him.

Even when you’re sitting on the counter, he’s still much taller than you. 

“Why?” He sounds genuinely confused as he asks this. 

You scoff and look towards the door then back at him. 

“We’re at school.” 

“So?”

His lips are slick with your spit and it’s raising the temperature of your body. You wonder if the six eyes can see that. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“I'm never not serious.” He replies.

You squint at him as your mouth drops open slightly. You weren’t sure he was ever completely serious. Satoru leans back and locks the door before pushing himself up against you once more. Your head backs away in an attempt to create distance between you two, but you can’t run far as the mirror stops you. 

“Careful, don't wanna hurt yourself now.” He murmurs.

Your throat is dry at the sound of his voice. His hand comes up to hold your face as he presses his lips against yours, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom.

Your body almost aches at the way your heart was racing. 

It’s hard to deny yourself any longer. You wrap your legs around him to bring him in as close as possible. He offers a sly grin against your lips as you fall into his trap. 

Satoru pulls away to kiss down your neck, biting when he pleases. You’re worried the taste of your skin is bitter from fighting earlier, knowing sweat covered your body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost seems drunk on the taste. 

You’re debating how nude you want to get in this dingy bathroom when Satoru steps away, his hands gripping the tops of your pants. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his blindfold. He yanks your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor and you have half the mind to scold him. 

Satoru shuts you up before you even have the chance to complain. He’s crouching in front of you, tongue darting out to swipe through your pussy. He looks a bit awkward beneath you, his frame much too large to be huddled between your legs in this bathroom.

Your hands hastily grip at his hair, your thighs shaking from pleasure. A brief thought crosses your mind, hopefully you weren’t being too loud. You would try to quiet yourself down, but you knew Satoru would only see that as a challenge to make you louder. 

You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of his mouth latching onto your clit. His fingers dig into your skin, a dull pain throbbing through your thighs. 

You decide you like when he makes it hurt.

Moans fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. His tongue doesn’t let up for even a second, gliding from your clit to your hole. He was so good at it, it almost made you mad. Leave it to Satoru to be perfect at everything. 

“Satoru-“ you’re groaning, fingers tangled in a mess of wispy clouds, pulling each time he crosses over a tender spot. 

You aren’t sure where he’s looking, or if he’s even looking at all. You wonder if he was watching the way your face pinches, moans falling freely from your lips as if you were in the privacy of your own home, or if he was watching your swollen sex, needy for him.

Once upon a time he told you that even when his eyes were closed he could still see everything. You weren’t sure if he was being honest at the time, but you were starting to believe him. He was navigating your body too well if his eyes were closed.

The counter is cold beneath you as you fly your hands back to try to keep yourself steady. The discomfort is no match for the way he’s making you feel. You moan out as he pulls his lips away, strings of your slick connecting the two of you. You bite your cheek at the sight, forcing yourself to look away. 

“You getting all shy on me now?” He teases. “It’s a bit late for that.” 

“I'm not shy-“ 

Satoru stands up to his full height before dropping his face in front of yours. He’s so close you can smell the musk on his lips. 

He doesn’t lick them clean. 

“Yeah? I don’t make you embarrassed?”

“No, why would you make me-“ you begin, eyes still facing to the side.

You feel something slide between your lower lips, then you’re met with the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. Your hands fly up to grab his shirt, looking down at where he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Then look at me.” He orders.

You moan as he pushes himself fully inside. If you look at him, he’d be able to see how embarrassed you were. You couldn’t let him win. Then again, you weren’t completely sure he couldn’t see how fast your heart was beating now.

When you look up at Satoru, he begins to slowly fuck you. The angle makes it so his cock drags against your gspot each and every time. You think his eyebrows must be furrowed by the crease in his mask, but you can’t be too sure. 

You jump to the conclusion that if he got to see you, you wanted to see him as well. 

“Satoru, your blindfold.” You moan. 

His pace falters before he’s grinning. He reaches up to tug at the blindfold. 

“Want to see my eyes while I fuck you?” 

Satoru pulls the blindfold until it’s laying around his neck. Clear blues look at you, and you have to stop yourself from swaying. You must’ve clenched because Satoru’s laughing. He picks up the speed and holds your waist as he fucks into you. You try to maintain eye contact with him, you really do, but the task is proving to be nearly impossible. 

With every thrust your lids flutter, the pleasure is almost too much.

“So perfect.” Satoru murmurs to himself as he stares at the expressions on your face. ”Tell me how it feels.” He all but begs. 

“Feels so, oh fuck,” 

“Come on baby.” He holds your legs open as he groans. 

“So good, so good.” You say.

Satoru wets his bottom lip with his tongue, and he reaches his hand out to slide against your clit. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” 

You follow his orders and squeeze his hips. 

“There you go, you’re so talented.” 

Is he teasing you? 

You don’t mind. 

His finger brushes against your clit and your mouth drops open. You’re about to moan when his other hand darts up to cover your mouth. 

“I know it feels good, but we can’t be too noisy, right?” 

He’s staring into your eyes as he circles your clit. You shake your head ‘no’ and look up at him with wide eyes, your ankles bumping his back.

You don’t have enough oxygen like this, but you think that’s what makes it feel even better. Satoru keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs your clit, his thrusting starting to get irregular. You rest your hands behind you to stabilize yourself. 

Close, close. 

Satoru speeds his thumb up, trying to make you cum first. 

Your foot rapidly taps his back to warn him of your oncoming orgasm, and he wordlessly promises to guide you through it. 

Your eyes roll back and he watches as you fall apart in his hold, your pussy cumming around him as your body begs him for his release. 

He’s having a hard time remaining quiet himself, small grunts coming out of his filtered lips.

You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, a lust filled haze settling over you. He maintains eye contact with you as his lips pop open, letting out a grunt that’s too loud falling from his mouth. Liquid fills you from the inside out, a fuzzy feeling over taking you. His body is twitching as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, his breath sliding against your skin.

If only you weren’t in this shitty bathroom. You really want to lay with him, but you have to face the hallways of your work.

He grunts and pulls away, eyes drawn to the way his cum begins to seep from you. Something flashes across his features, a spark lighting up his eyes and a twitch of his lips. Your heart flutters, but you would never admit that to him. He was already cocky enough.

“Guess I need to clean you up again, huh?” He chuckles and tucks himself away before pulling paper towels up to swipe through your folds. 

You cringe at the feel of it and look away. You probably weren’t going to be able to see those the same way again. Satoru tosses the used paper towels in the garbage before offering you his hand, assisting you in hopping off the counter. You glare at your discarded pants on the floor, muttering to yourself as you pick them up. Did he really have to put them on the ground? 

When you look his way again, you can’t find it in yourself to be angry. Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he pulls his blindfold back over his eyes. You try not to appear too disappointed. The more often you saw his eyes, the more often you felt greedy. You cursed the world for giving him such a gift, only to force him to hide it.

He follows you out of the bathroom and you’re thanking god Yaga isn't near. That was a conversation you really didn’t want to have. 

The halls of Jujutsu High at night are different than they are during the day time. The school isn't densely populated by any means, but when the sun is up you can at least hear distant laughter, or yelling depending on the person, and the atmosphere feels different. It’s light, the sun shines through the windows and you almost forget where you are. 

At night, that all changes. You’re forced to remember where you are, and who has walked down these halls. Faces of classmates and teachers you would never see again, knowing there was a very real chance you would join the ranks among them. The lights don't flicker though, which is a plus, but you almost wish they did. Jujutsu High had enough money that everything was always working. It only added to the way it all felt fake, like it was frozen in time.

A shiver runs up your spine and you nearly jump when Satoru brushes behind you. What were you scared of? You fought curses everyday. Maybe you were scared that there weren’t any curses right now. That usually meant something was lurking behind you.

Satoru’s looking down at his phone, looking at a message.

“Suguru texted.” He tells you. “He said dinner is almost ready.” 

Satoru types out a response before looking back up at you.

There was nothing left for you to do at the school. The interrogations would start tomorrow, and Satoru would be the one holding them.

“Is there anything else we need to do here?” You question, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. 

“Not unless you wanna go another round in the supply closet.” Satoru says with a smile, slipping his phone in his pocket.

You scoff and nudge him before walking down the hallway, hoping he was following you. 

You hear his soft foot fall behind you and you let your shoulders sag from relief. He’s walking behind you, joking around but you don’t really hear him.

Why are you so uncomfortable right now? 

The school usually made you uncomfortable at night, but it was worse tonight. Your skin crawls as you try to walk straight, keeping your head held high in spite of the fear. 

“There you are. Was wondering where you two were.” 

You jump in your spot a bit before turning your head, eyes meeting Yaga. 

You feel Satoru’s gaze on the back of your head but you pay him no mind. 

“What’s up?” You ask.

“You two are good to go home. The two curse users should be fine overnight.” Yaga seems a bit distracted, you can only assume it’s because the people who’ve been after the school have been apprehended.

Satoru waves off Yaga before dragging you to the teachers lounge. He barely gives you enough time to grab everything before he’s pulling you outside. He’s telling you it’s because he’s starving, which can’t be true. He had half his weight in food during lunch. 

He talks to you for most of the way to his house. You’re grateful as it takes your mind off the interviews that would begin tomorrow.

~~~

“We're home!” Satoru yells. 

You try not to let the way he included you in the same sentence as home warm you up too much. This isn't your home after all. 

But it could be. 

Suguru rounds the corner and you have to bite back a smile. His hair is pulled up and he’s wearing an apron. He looks so domesticated. 

He slides up to Satoru and pulls him into a hug, sharing a kiss. You avert your eyes because really, you didn’t know if you were allowed to look. Sure, you’ve had sex with them, but being with them individually was much more different than being thrust in the middle. 

Once Suguru is finished kissing Satoru, he faces you. He grips your chin and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his. He presses a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. You don't see the way his nostrils twitch and the glance he sends Satoru’s way. 

“It’s ready, why don't you go sit at the table and Satoru and I can bring it out.” 

You bite back a retort of wanting to help, something tells you Suguru wouldn’t have any of it. When you get to the table you can tell that they don't have too many visitors over. The table has four chairs, but only two of them are worn, one more so than the other. 

Satoru comes in with two plates, a large grin on his face. He sets yours down in front of you and digs into his the second he sits beside you. It looked amazing. Suguru really was an amazing cook. The two of the boys were so talented, you wouldn’t believe it if someone told you they couldn’t do something. 

Suguru sets his plate down and sits across from you, his fox eyes settled on your face. Fear, no, anticipation flows through your body as you meet his eyes. 

“How was your day? After we dropped the two off.” He asks. 

He doesn’t start eating until you do. 

“It was good.” You leave out the part where the school made you unnerved. 

“Mahiro wouldn’t stop talking, including after we locked him up. The other one…”

You remember the other man. He was quiet. From the moment you saw him to the moment you chained him down, he was silent. 

“Didn't talk at all.” You pause in eating, staring at your plate. 

“He talked. Only once though.” Satoru says, pushing his plate in front of him.

He was done?

“Hold on, huh?” Your eyes fly up to him. He looks unbothered, head resting on his fist. 

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Suguru.” 

Suguru’s eye twitches as he leans back, silent as Satoru continues to talk. 

“He only said one thing. He said he would only talk to you.” 

The table quiets down as the knowledge settles over you and Suguru. Why hadn’t Satoru told you? Then again, it’s not like it would’ve really mattered. 

“That's all he said.” Satoru speaks. “You don't have to obviously, but, I think you should.”

You wonder why he wants to talk to Suguru so bad. Was it because he got his ass kicked by him? Jujutsu users alike all either jumped at the chance to talk to Satoru, or were afraid of him. But something was telling you this guy wasn’t afraid of Satoru. 

“I’ll do it.”

Satoru grins and looks back to you. 

“You can interview Mahiro with me if you like.” 

You think about what you’d like to ask Mahiro as you eat. You aren’t really sure what to investigate. Your job was strictly educational, only leaving the classroom to assist students with missions. It might be a little exciting to do something different. 

Satoru takes turns talking to you and Suguru as you eat, occasionally forcing both of you to listen as he goes on tangents. It was a bit cute like this. Each time he started to talk about a subject he was passionate about, he would grow a large smile and he practically bounced in his seat.

You check your phone as Satoru is talking and you notice the time. It was past 10 pm. Not too late, but way later than you were meaning to stay. 

“Is something wrong?” Suguru asks. 

“Just a bit late is all. I need to figure out how to get home.” You really didn’t feel like walking the streets or sitting in a subway. 

“Why don't you just stay the night?” Suguru proposes. 

He softly laughs at your expression, standing up to grab your empty plate. 

“You’ve done it before. You can also use our shower.” Suguru leaves before you can further debate him. 

You didn’t want to intrude, although it did sound nice. 

“That's a great idea! You’re okay with it, right?” Satoru jumps to his feet and skirts around the table. 

He takes your hand into his and pulls you along, pulling you into the direction of their bedroom. 

“I-I guess so.” You murmur and look around. 

The lamps are low, casting the bedroom in a dim warm glow. You can feel your body growing tired just from being in the presence. 

“You can just use whatever in the shower. Suguru’s got some nice stuff in there, although he won’t let me touch it.” Satoru goes on and turns around to flip the light switch on in the bathroom.

It’s fairly big. There’s a standing shower with see through walls, and a large bathtub to the side. You find yourself feeling jealous as you look around.

“Is it really okay if I stay?” You ask. 

“Yeah, definitely.” Satoru twirls around and looks you up and down. 

“Okay.”

“I’ll let you get to it then!” He exits.

You take your time in sliding your clothes off, carefully putting them on the toilet lid. You had to admit, it would be nice to take a shower here and not have to travel tonight.

The water spouts out from the shower head, coating you in the warmth. You allow your eyes to drift closed as you stand there for several moments, soaking it up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and search around for shampoo. 

Once you’re done, you step out and wrap a fluffy towel around your body. It was so soft. You nuzzle against it then your eyes fly open. 

You don't have any clothes. 

You could wear your dirty clothes, but the idea made you cringe. 

Maybe Satoru was getting you something to wear?

The room is quiet as you open the bathroom door. Neither of them are there, so you step out, holding the towel tight around your body. 

“Satoru?” You raise your voice. 

There’s shuffling from outside the room, and Satoru pops in. He’s wearing a black shirt with boxers. His eyes are exposed as he looks you up and down. 

“My bad, I was gonna find something for you to wear. Unless of course you don’t want to wear anything.” He taunts.

“A tshirt and shorts will do.” You laugh. 

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Satoru gives an exaggerated pout.

You chuckle and stand still as he goes over to his dresser. Even in his own house, he looks abnormally tall next to everything. 

The view from behind is great. 

He turns around and strides up to you, holding out a shirt, shorts, and even underwear. He’s holding them in his palm, but when you try to pull them away from him he doesn’t let go. You try one more time but he doesn’t budge, instead he’s staring at you with a grin.

Satoru leans down and presses his lips against yours. They’re plush on yours, his tongue slightly sticking out to graze against your lips. 

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, pressing your chest against his. 

The door creaks open and Suguru walks in. 

“I’m sorry, you don’t have-“ he stops speaking as he sees you and Satoru. 

The room is devoid of any sounds as the three of you stare at each other. You can’t tell if he’s trying to comprehend the situation, or if he’s trying to soak up the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He quickly says, backing away. 

It was sweet. He was respecting your wishes. They knew you wanted to take it slow so you could warm up to them. You didn’t want to drown in them right away. But maybe you were ready.

“Suguru-“ you begin.

“Stay.”

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What's the plan for rescuing old cats if all your cats are healthy and some of them are even young,especially if new guy isn't old?

Are you just gonna wait a while before getting another old cat

It’ll definitely be awhile before I add anyone else into the mix. I want to get back into fucked up hospice cats eventually but now I’m at 5 that will probably end up being somewhat long term residents (knock on wood).

I actually already felt quite a bit of guilt taking home a senior who was presumably healthy, just old. Now that I’m pretty certain this is not an old man I feel even more guilty.

I’m going to try to tell myself I shouldn’t feel bad. I’ve helped a ton of needy cats and I can view this as a break of sorts. Not that I necessarily needed or wanted a break but 🤷🏻 I gotta spin a positive light on it somehow. I am actually very sad abt the idea of not taking in any hospice cats for a long time

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i can’t believe you say eepy as well we r so alike 🤞anyway, how whould kenma, kuroo, lev, the Miya twins, and oikawa be with a boyfriend who is like popular for no reason? Like bro gets recognized at like the store while getting chips or somthing. Remember take your time and stay healthy!

VARIOUS HQ BOYS . . . with a "famous" bf !

desc: various hq boys with a boyfriend who is popular and well recognized for seemingly no reason.

includes: kenma, kuroo, lev, oikawa, atsumu & osamu x m!reader, boyfriend is used but no pronouns specified

warnings: cussing, as always.

notes: hi lovely, thank you so much for requesting! <3 sorry for the wait, i hope you like it!! also eepy sayers unite fr 🤞

★ KENMA !

i'm gonna be honest, he's probably not too happy about it?

it's not like he's upset that you're like practically famous, that's not the problem

the problem is, is that when he's out with you, people that recognize you are gonna notice him too

and honestly that's a lot of unwanted attention he doesn't want, it makes him really anxious and paranoid

i think he'd have to get used to it, but it might take awhile

★ KUROO !

oh my fucking god

mr. finds everything about it so fucking funny for no reason

he thinks it makes you more endearing in all honesty, he thinks it's cool that his boyfriend is really popular. he thinks it really speaks to your character as a person

he's not gonna tell you that though

he's gonna constantly tease you so bad, it's his love language please forgive him

"oh my god i can't believe my boyfriend is such a celebrity! can i have your autograph??"

he's relentless, and he isn't gonna stop soon so you better just get used to it

★ LEV !

oh he looks up to you so much

he idolizes the shit out of you, he thinks it's so cool that you're popular

but he already looked up to you before that anyways so really nothing changed

just a bit more admiration!

constantly telling you how cool it is that you're popular, and how much he wants to be like you

he gets used to the attention you get pretty quickly, mostly cause he's not worried if other people will notice him and he'd probably be upset if they did

because YOU are the cool one and you deserve all the praise and popularity in the world in his eyes

even if there is no reason behind it

★ OIKAWA !

#powercouple

you're popular together and he loves it!

when you tell him that there's no real reason that you're popular, he's stunned a bit

because of course you need a reason to be popular hello??

but he lets it go pretty quickly cause that just means both of your popularity status is gonna skyrocket with you two being together

not that he's just using you for popularity! he probably just likes that you two have that in common

of course he adjusts quickly to the attention you get, i mean obviously

★ ATSUMU !

i'm gonna be so honest he assumes you're well recognized because of him at first

and yeah, it is a little bit in a cocky way.

but once you tell him that there's no real reason as to why you're popular with so many people, it not only kinda kills his ego at first but confuses him so bad

like there has to be a fucking reason like??

he really just thinks you're fucking with him because you don't wanna make his ego any bigger than he already says it is

but he quickly realizes that you are in fact not joking when someone just asks you for a picture while you're at the store with him

he would probably mind the extra attention the same way he handles the attention he already gets from his fanclub

★ OSAMU !

i'd say #powercouple2 but it's debatable how much osamu actually likes his already existing popularity

he doesn't really care that you're famous for no reason

adjusts quickly, but he does get annoyed when people bother you while you're out with him

like if he took you to a nice dinner and someone came up and just started talking your ear off about how much they admire you, he'd give them the death stare.

he's fine with people liking you! he understands why they do! but they should really learn how to take a fucking hint

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Could you do an Olivia Benson/daughter reader or Olivia Benson/ (romantic) reader?(or Arizona Robbins.)The topic being ED if you're comfortable with it! Maybe Olivia catches on a little late that y/ns been restricting/falling into an eating disorder and confronts/comforts them about it!!

Okay so technically I haven’t written anything exactly in this vein BUT we’re gonna try it and see what you think… also thanks for the idea and ofc it’s with the one and only Olivia Benson.

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem!reader (romantic)

Summary: you get the memo from above… though I wrote more as she catches early on BUT the reader has already started to cement in her ways.

******************************************************** 76 hours had gone buy…

76 hours of tears and frustration, tired eyes and strained muscles…

76 hours of phone calls and case files, pictures and reports scattered on the desks before you…

Olivia smiled sympathetically at the sight before her, you were sat at your desk head leaned forward onto your arms that were crossed shielding your face as you slept, case files lay flustered around you…

This case was taking its toll and she could tell, you weren’t sleeping right, waking up at night, tossing and turning in bed, you were determined and that meant that you probably weren’t taking care of yourself either and it killed her to see you like that…

You felt as a hand softly rubbed your back, pulling you back to reality, you sat back slowly rubbing tired eyes.

“Olivia… Hey…” you said, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you squinted up at her. She looked down at you and smirked slightly seeing the redness in your eyes, she knew you were exhausted.

“Love I think it’s time…”

“for?” You asked.

“for us to go home…”

“I-I can’t I’m so close…”

“Y/N you’re exhausted…”

“I’m fine…”

“No you’re not you’re exhausted…”

“Olivia…”

“Okay, then when’s the last time you showered or even ate…”

“What?”

“Y/N I don’t think I’ve seen you take one bite since the start of this case…”

“and what’s that matter to you?!”

she looked at you pain plaguing her features.

“how long has it been going on?”

“what?”

“how lo mg have you been struggling with eating?”

“I don’t know, why?” You said rubbing your hands angrily over your face.

“It’s not healthy, beating your body up like this is not good for you.”

“and how would you know what’s good for me?” You said pointedly. Immediately she drew back and you realized what you had said.

“Because I love you… even when you treat me like that… I still love you.” She said and turned towards her office.

“wait im sorry… i didn’t mean it… I-I just want to figure this out…”

“I know and that’s what makes you a great agent but you’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourself.”

“I-I ca-can’t…” you said tears starting to run down your face. She came back towards you and pulled you into a hug, you stood sobbing in her arms… all the frustration and anger the fear and worry, it all hit you at once and you just let it out in her arms.

“Y/N I love you no matter what you know that and I will stand by you and help you but I can’t watch you kill yourself over this job… I will fight for you but if this has been going on for awhile then we need to get you help.”

“I don’t need…”

“Y/N please…” you looked up into her eyes as she studied your features and slowly but surely you nodded in agreement.

“okay, but…”

“I’ll walk through this with you… all of it, I love you Y/N.”

“I love you to.” You says and you leaned up to kiss her, to during the night Busch at your house talking to her and explaining everything, she helped to get through it and thankfully stuck by your side through the good and bad days… never once making you question if she would leave.

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Your take on how Armand became boring is spot on imo. And that's also why I think Daniel is better for Armand (not saying that it is healthy or whatever that's not the point) because he seems to be more his (bad) self probably because Daniel likes that when he tries to model himself to Louis wants. But Louis is dishonnest about what he truly wants (Lestat and his not boring at all self) so it clashes.

Yes . These people can't stay in a relationship with someone for too long because it gets random and boring for them for awhile especially when you're immortal and live forever . That's why they need someone who balances them someone who completes them . Someone who is the opposite of them .

And in my opinion even in Dubai Daniel is still like that . He can balance Armand out . Armand is seeing Old Daniel getting more fascinating day by day even though it is destroying his marriage with Louis . But it's not gonna be boring anymore . Both Louis and Armand need to end this pathetic superficial happy marriage because the reality is something else . The reality is they both are tired of each other and it only surfaces out again when Louis remembers again . Even Armand is tired of this marriage . He's just holding it together because he thinks Louis will kill himself again and Louis will leave him alone and he wouldn't have anyone .

And for Louis , everytime he hears something triggering and loving and emotional about Lestat he falls in deep into it again , he tries so hard not to cry or lose his act and not attack someone . ( Same with Claudia ) . Lestat's name is 24/7 on Louis mind and if I want to be honest his heart still is with Lestat too . He needs him back even now . He needs Lestat's love not Armand's . Because Lestat made him feel completely different from Armand . That's the tragedy of Louis and Armand's relationship that they both pretending Lestat wasn't important and isn't important but they're just kidding themselves . Lestat is forever apart of both Louie and Lestat . But Lestat's love for Louis is much more than what he ever felt for Armand . And that's one of the reason Armand couldn't tell Louis the " I love you " Lestat told him to tell Louie . 😭 They need their own match . And unfortunately they are not matched to be each other's forever companions . Maybe for decades or a century but they're not forever bound to each other . And after years they will find each other boring again .

[lesbesapphic]

Mean Wanda AU

Summary - Wanda and You are stuck in an elevator. That's it.

Warning - angst, mean Wanda , panic attack , claustrophobia, etc

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“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while."

"Ugh." Wanda kicked the elevator door in frustration and your eyes widen when the lift shook slightly. "The fuck Wanda.." You exclaimed in annoyance mixed with fear at her actions. "Don't do that." You placed your hand on her elbow.

"Don't tell me what to do."  Wanda snapped and pushed your hand away harshly causing it to hit the wall of the lift. You hissed in pain and for a moment regret flashed in Wanda's eyes but replaced immediately with the same look of distressed.

"Fine. Do whatever you want." You pushed away from her as much as the confined space allowed you to. It had been happening for awhile now the elevator's power going off every once in a while resulting in people getting stuck in there. You two usually avoided getting in the elevator but lost in your bickering, you walked in there with Wanda following insuit, wanting to have her last word. Now you both were going to be stuck for atleast half an hour. You took out a book from your bag and sat down on the floor, hoping to pass the time quickly.

Not even two lines into the book, Wanda's constant foot tapping made you look up to the brunette, "Could you please stop that?" You asked and Wanda turned looking down to where you were sitting and you observed how agitated she looked. It was a little weird but you didn't think much of it, probably her not being able to check her phone.

"No. Just two more minutes and I am gonna break this door down." Wanda declared looking up at the vent and you got up as well, "What the fuck is your problem? It's just a matter of 20 minutes. You can't sit without your phone for 20 minutes?" You asked crossing your arm waiting for her to answer.

"It's..It's not that.." Wanda tried speaking but stopped and looked down at your book instead of you. This behaviour of her was very out of character, by now Wanda would have replied to you with a witty insult about your lack of social life or choices of friends but nothing, instead she was trying to explain her problem. It was weird.

"Wanda.." You stepped forward, placing your hand on her elbow, "No! Don't touch me.." She pushed your hand away and you looked into her eyes, the panic in them when she saw how close you were to her, sweat forming on her forehead. You instantly pulled away, "Okay Okay! I won't!" You held your hands up in the air watching as Wanda tried to keep her breathing in control. It was as if she was having a panic attack then it clicked.

"Wanda..are you claustrophobic?" You couldn't help but ask when the older girl nodded, her hand placed on her face her whole focus remaining on her breathing. You turned around searching in your bag for a water bottle, "Here." You handed it to Wanda who frantically grabbed it from you, trying to open the cap and when she failed to do so, you could see the panic rising within her very quickly.

Wanda pushed the bottle toward you and you could see the tears bubbling in her eyes and you looked away, quickly taking the bottle and opening the cap for her. She took big gulps of the liquid and turned around away from you, placing her head on the wall as she tried getting her breathing under control. You knew it was taking everything in her to not breakdown and she was desperately searching for control as she wasn't the one who to be vulnerable in front of anyone. Especially you.

You stayed quiet while Wanda got herself under control, observing the change in her breathing going back to a little normal. The brunette turned around and when she noticed you staring at her, she narrowed her eyes at you causing you to raise your hands in surrender, "You feeling okay now?" You asked and Wanda opened her mouth to reply and the look on her face told you that she was going to say something sarcastic but refrained herself and nodded instead before moving down to the floor, sitting against the wall. You decided to do the same and took out a book to read, occasionally glancing at the girl next to you incase she needed anything.

"Do you want me to read it to you? It might take you to a different place." You offered quietly when Wanda looked much more settled, the panic simmering down to intense anxiety, you could tell by the way, she was scratching the skin of her arm to distract herself. Wanda glanced at you and nodded after a moment. You didn't understand why your heart ached at how small and vulnerable the older girl looked, despite the leather jacket and the piercings, one look at her and no one would believe the terror she creates in people everywhere she'd go.

You flipped through the pages of your Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, deciding to read about the quidditch match, hoping the description of open sky and freely flying through it may distract her from the closed space she was in. You started reading, occasionally glancing over to Wanda who after a page of reading looked significantly calmer, she had stopped picking at the skin of her arm which felt like a huge relief to you.

The familiar scent of lavender mixed with cigarette engulfed your nose faster than the surprise when Wanda inched closer to you until your arms were touching and you glanced up at her, stopping your reading, "My head hurts.." She stated and you nodded softly, "Do you want me to stop reading?" You offered and watched as she shook her head, the familiar look of distress falling on face again and you wondered what was triggering it now and how you could take it away.

"No..The reading is good..it helps." Wanda reassured and you nodded urging her to speak up, "I just want to lay down but the floor is too dirty for my hair.." She trailed off and you looked at the floor and nodded in agreement. Wanda's eyebrows furrowed and you could see the frustration building up on her but you didn't know what she wanted. You couldn't just magically conjur a bed for her.

"Y/N!"

"What? What do you want me to do?" You asked putting the book down on the floor and giving Wanda your full attention, panicking a little at not understanding what the older girl wanted you to do to ease her distress.

Wanda groaned and pushed your hands off your lap, placing her head on it and lying down on the floor sideways. Your eyes widen at the physical proximity of the two of you and you were snapped back into reality when the older girl spoke again, "Read." You could hear the embarrassment in her voice and decided to not trouble her further, continuing with your reading.

Not even two page through and suddenly Wanda grabbed your hand that was on your side and placed it on her head, it took you a moment to realise what she wanted you to do and you slowly started running your hand through her hair, massaging the scalp with your shaky hand, your heart beating faster when you started noticing the little details such as how soft her hair were and how she was making those soft content humming noises and redness in her cheeks. Wanda snapped you out of your thoughts again, "Read." She commanded softly and you instantly started reading to make her comfortable.

Every now and then you would glance down at Wanda who would be humming in contentment and listening to every word you say as your hand moved through her hair. You would have to admit that being this close to the older girl was sort of nice. And as much as you wanted the elevator to start again, a very selfish part of you would be missing being able to comfort Wanda and being there for her when she needed you to.

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A/N - I really hope you all enjoyed it!

And if you all wish to make a commission! Please do! I would really appreciate and if you all just want to support me that would also be really helpful!!!

I have a goal of 100 dollars to be able to buy some groceries and meet the rent. I would really appreciate if you all can help me reach it.

It is not compulsory. I enjoy writing for you all regardless of the help. It is my escape and I love that you all enjoy it as much as I do. But yes this time I am really struggling. Hopefully it will work out :).

[razorblade180]

Capturing the Spark

Weiss:*peeks into music room* Summer, sweetie? I can’t help notice you’re playing the same note for like…ten minutes.

Summer: *plucking string* I’ve reach creative bankruptcy.

Weiss:You’re sixteen. There’s something in there.

Summer:Nothing good.

She points at a decently sized pile of paper on the floor. Weiss takes a look at one and realizes it’s a whole song.

Weiss:Are these originals!? Why are they on the floor!?

Summer:I don’t like how they came out. Weeks and months of revising but they feel mediocre.

Weiss:Says you. A single opinion from a creator is damning in any art form. I could’ve listened.

Summer:You would’ve been too nice and supportive.

Weiss:Summer, I told your father he looked fat in the first tux he chose for our wedding. I will never willingly let you embarrass yourself in front of people.

Summer:…There’s been talk on the radio about my recent songs and concerts. People are saying I’m losing my spark, and they aren’t wrong if I’m being honest. Things feel…different.

Weiss:Could it be because you’re getting healthy?

Summer:Pfft, now you’re making me sound ridiculous. Yes, that’s exactly it. Being on stage feels weird now that I’m not fighting for my life. Is that wrong?

Weiss:Little bit, but I get it. Your life was on the line. Adrenaline was at an all time high.

Summer:Exactly! My body was cold and hot. I had to focus on staying myself while thousands cheered my name and had zero clue I was basically on a battlefield! Now I’m just performing.

Weiss:Haha, and that’s a bad thing? It’s gonna be an adjustment but you still have that spark. You don’t need your life on the line to bring it out. You also need to treat these songs better.

Summer:Mom, they’re garbage. My fans don’t come for me for darker stuff anyways.

Weiss:They are fruits of labor. Sure not all of them will be perfect, but not every song you make will be a hit and don’t have to be. Treat these like your puppy. Don’t throw them away because they’re a little all over the place.

Summer:Where is he right now?

Weiss:Bothering Jaune. Anyways, fuck your haters.

Summer:Wow!

Weiss:I mean it! You are the singer! You can’t make people like your music but you change the audience that fills your seats. They’re called fans because they help make you burn bright.

Summer:….

Weiss:The way I see it, you can change up your style and genre to better capture and represent the raw feelings that give you the spark, or bask in the irony of a crowd that loves you, but can’t fathom the real weight of your performance.

Summer:You’ve done that too!?

Weiss:I’ve written so many songs that come from my feelings being around my abusive father and most people don’t have a clue. We may be the entertainment at a concert, but we both know how easy it is to see the crowd as the real fools.

Summer:Yet when I talk like this, therapy gets mentioned.

Weiss:Hey, I’ve been to it many times. I know exactly who I am, and you will too. One day at a time. You’re not creatively bankrupt. You’re just not cashing in all the ideas you have.

And with that nugget of wisdom, Weiss kisses her daughter on the forehead before leaving her to think on it.

Summer:(Damn it. She’s gonna feel so proud about that line.) *grabs paper*……

xxxxxx

Weiss:*walking down stairs* I’m back. How’s the puppy?

Jaune:*holding him up* Air jail. Did you solve the one note wonder?

Weiss:Yeah, but it’s gonna get louder in sec-

🎶VVVVVRRRREEEERRRRR🎶

Both of them looked up as the sound of a distorted and almost wailing guitar started singing wildly. Jaune looked at his wife to see her casually head banging with a smug face. They weren’t even sure if the notes lead to something or if their daughter was simply going for it.

Weiss:It’s been awhile since I heard a eulogy like this.

Jaune:A eulogy?

Weiss:Can’t you hear it? It’s for the death of a pop star as we know her.

[uniasus]

I have faced in, a life wasted by Catrasredemption

fic rec! Shera Modern AU. 41K Catradora

Summary: Catra ran away from home, from her best friend and from her mistakes after a drunken car accident nearly killed her and Adora.

It takes three more years and a mental breakdown for Catra to finally get her life together and to a place that's good and healthy. She's happy, and accepted that Adora will never be part of her life again. She's made peace with the past.

At least until the past comes back to bite her.

Comments: This is an amazing fic. The set up is that suddenly all her old high school friends start following Catra's dog, and when they figure out who owns the account things happen.

What I loved about this fic was Catra having to relearn people. It's been a long time since her messed up high school life - since she drunkingly drove a car into a pole and hurt Adora and Lonnie. But she's made a ton of improvement and it's nice to see her defending her character growth. She knows she's messed up, but she's different. Get used to it or get out.

And her relationship with Adora is on pin and needles for awhile - they both had damage from the accident. But it turns out what really killed their relationship was Glimmar, and that was a messy situation done really well in this fic.

There's light hurt comfort here, and a bit of angst, but there's also a ton of support and I'm gonna go read the other 40+ fic this author has now because I'm sure they're all fabulous.