#it's okay to need to watch something twice!

[desvyn]

Attention ! Smut mdni

You’ve been ignoring him for hours.

Not answering his texts. Not looking up when he came in. Sitting on the bed in one of his shirts, legs curled up, scrolling like you didn’t ghost your own boyfriend in the middle of a conversation.

And he’s been patient.

But patience only gets him so far.

“Still mad?” he murmurs, voice too soft to be innocent.

You don’t answer. Barely glance at him.

He crosses the room, slow like a threat, and you feel the shift in the air before you feel the heat of his body. He takes the phone out of your hand without asking and sets it down like it’s unimportant.

“Okay,” he says quietly, and you recognize the tone now — playful. “If you won’t give me your attention, I’ll just have to take it.”

You open your mouth to say something.. too late.

He’s already dropped to his knees in front of the bed.

Already pulling you toward him, gentle but unrelenting.

Already dragging his hands up your thighs and pushing them apart, so slowly it makes your head spin. His mouth brushes the inside of your leg, not your panties, not even close. Just a breath, just a graze.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he whispers, lips moving against your skin like sin. “The way you squirm. The way you beg.”

You shift, trying to press his mouth where you need him but he doesn’t give in.

Instead, he grins.

“You ignored me, baby,” he murmurs. “You don’t get to come easy for that.”

his mouth is on you through your underwear, warm and slow, just enough pressure to tease, to ruin your breath, to make your hips twitch. But never enough to satisfy. He licks the damp fabric once, twice, and then stops.

You whine.

“You can look away from me all you want,” he says, dragging your panties to the side with maddening slowness, putting your sloppy cunt on display for him. “But when I’m done with you, there won’t be a single thought left in that pretty little head.”

And then he starts — for real this time. Tongue deep, hot, unrelenting. One hand holding your thigh open, the other sneaking up to your chest, palm flat over your heart like he wants to own it.

You gasp. Moan. Grab at his hair like an anchor.

Every time you get close — he stops. Pulls back. Watches you fall apart. Watches you whine and beg for more.

“You wanted to forget me,” he murmurs, mouth shining, voice wrecked. “So now I’m gonna make sure I’m all you remember.”

And this time, when his mouth returns, he doesn’t stop.

Not until you’re shaking — mind blank, hands clenched, gasping his name like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.

And he kisses the inside of your thigh, smug and breathless, whispering:

“There she is. That’s more like it.”

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐘𝐍 | Don't try to be me, you can't.

[thatonegrimm]

🌙 Saja Boys – “Sharing a Room” 

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu builds a wall between you.

Literally.

He folds a blanket twice and lays it down the middle of the bed. Then adds a pillow barrier. Then another. He even draws an imaginary line with his hand.

“This is just sleep,” he says. “For rest. Not proximity.”

You nod solemnly. “Clearly.”

He glances at you. You’re trying not to laugh. He looks away, ears a little pink.

You both crawl in.

The room goes quiet.

At some point during the night, you wake up warm. Too warm. His arm is around your waist, his face tucked just behind your shoulder.

He stirs when you shift, breath catching.

“…I didn’t mean to.”

You whisper back, “I didn’t say you had to stop.”

He freezes. Like he wants to say something else.

But all he does is stay there. Still. Close.

And doesn’t move away until morning.

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💪 Abby

“I’ll take the floor,” Abby says before you even get your shoes off. “No problem.”

“Abby, it’s your room.”

“You need real sleep more than I do.”

He’s already unfolding a blanket, using a rolled hoodie as a pillow, and acting like hardwood is luxury bedding.

You sigh. “We could both fit.”

He smiles. “And we could both be awkward about it all night.”

You leave it there.

But hours later, after the lights are off and you’re trying not to toss too much, you peek over the edge.

He’s lying flat on his back, arms crossed, eyes open like sleep is just optional now.

“You okay down there?” you whisper.

He huffs a soft laugh. “You ask like I didn’t choose this.”

You hesitate.

“…Do you wanna talk?”

He doesn’t look up, but the smile returns.

“Only if you stay awake with me a while.”

So you do.

And neither of you move for a long time.

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📚 Mystery

You assumed he’d lie down eventually.

You were wrong.

You turn off the lamp. Shift under the covers. But when you glance across the room, Mystery’s still in the chair by the window—hood up, knees tucked in, unreadable in the dark.

“Mystery?” you whisper.

He turns his head slowly.

“You’re not tired?”

“No.”

“You don’t sleep?”

He hesitates. Then: “I watch better when I’m awake.”

That isn’t an answer, but you don’t press.

After a moment, you shift again. Pull the blanket back. “There’s room, you know.”

He doesn’t move at first.

But minutes later, the mattress dips. Barely. Just enough.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t lie flat. Just sits against the headboard, close enough that you can hear his breathing.

You fall asleep to the quiet rhythm of it.

And when you wake hours later, his hand is resting lightly on your arm.

Like he forgot to let go.

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💋 Romance

There’s only one bed.

Romance doesn’t even try to pretend he’s surprised.

“Oh no,” he says, dramatically clutching his chest. “One bed? In this economy?”

You groan. “Stop.”

“I would, but this feels like divine intervention.”

You throw a pillow at him. He catches it with a wink.

Eventually, you draw an imaginary line down the middle of the pillow. “No crossing.”

He puts a hand over his heart. “Cross me before I cross it. Got it.”

For a while, it’s quiet. You both lie still.

But then—inevitably—he shifts. A little closer. Just enough that the air between you feels different.

“You’re warm,” he murmurs, like it’s an accident.

“You’re impossible.”

He laughs softly. “You still picked my side of the hotel.”

You don’t answer.

But when you wake up in the morning, the pillow barrier is gone. And his hand is resting near yours.

Not touching.

But close enough to matter.

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🔥 Baby

You don’t notice at first.

The room’s small. One bed. A couple extra pillows. No big deal.

But Baby throws his bag down near the door without thinking. Claims the side of the bed closest to it.

You raise an eyebrow. “That your favorite spot?”

He shrugs. “It’s instinct.”

Later, you realize he hasn’t moved.

You wake up in the middle of the night. He’s still lying on his back, facing the door. Barely blinking.

“You’re not sleeping,” you whisper.

He doesn’t deny it.

You shift under the blanket. “There’s nothing out there.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you still awake?”

He pauses. Voice low. “Because you’re not watching the door.”

You don’t say anything. Just reach over, hand finding his under the blanket.

“You can rest,” you say.

He’s silent for a while.

But eventually—slowly—you feel his shoulders ease.

And when you wake later, you’re not sure when he fell asleep.

Only that he did. Facing you.

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M-List

[athenalvss]

WHO DID SHE DATE WITH? ( bruce wayne! )

summary: Batman had to stop a patrol for a meeting at the watchtower and the young Dick Grayson must wait there until his mother comes to get him, but something he heard once makes him start an investigation.

bruce wayne x wife! reader

open request - hot wife masterlist

They were patrolling the city when a call came from the Watchtower, so Batman had to take Robin there for a quick meeting with J'onn and Diana, but before leaving he left the boy a warning.

"Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will come for you soon."

But Dick Grayson was a restless kid and too curious for his own good. He'd spent the last three minutes spinning around in a control chair, watching Barry and Hal talk and laugh. Why did he have to just sit there and not have a little fun with them? They looked funny.

But Bruce's words, "Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will be here for you," were still on his mind, but it was too late; he was already breaking the second rule. Dick quietly slid out of his chair, walked over to them, and stood with his arms crossed. "Can I ask a question?"

Barry turned, still smiling. Hal raised an eyebrow. “Sure, little bat,” Hal said. “Do you want to know?”

Dick looked at them very seriously. "I want to know which member of the League my mom dated before she dated Bruce."

The silence was immediate.

Barry blinked. Hal choked on his coffee. Dick looked at them as if he'd asked about the weather.

"What... what did you say, champ?" Barry stammered.

"you heard right."

Hal and Barry exchanged a look of pure, shining curiosity.

“Is that… true?” Hal whispered.

"I've never heard of it," Barry said, leaning in as if Dick were revealing a state secret. "But now I need to know."

"Are you going to help me or not?" Dick, already a little tired, crossed his arms.

"Of course!" Hal responded immediately. "Anything for... the investigation..."

After a few long minutes of plotting the plan, it was finally put into motion. Hallway after hall, one by one, they began interrogating all available members.

Diana saw them coming from the hallway. “Hi, Dick,” she said with a sweet smile. “Are you behaving?”

Dick swallowed. “Yeah...well, technically no, but I'm doing some research.”

"Oh really?" Diana asked, interested.

Hal stepped forward. "Diana, this is for everyone's peace of mind. Do you know who Mrs. Wayne was with before Bruce?"

Diana gave a soft laugh, as if she'd just been asked for the recipe for immortality. "I know things..." she said enigmatically.

"Things?" the three exclaimed in unison.

"But its not my thing to tell."

"Diana, please!"

She winked and left without another word. Dick sighed a little in frustration. Obviously, Diana knew. They went out at least twice a week to spend time together, but his mother's confidant would never tell them anything.

The next person to be questioned was Aquaman, but he didn't turn out as well as they thought.

"Arthur. Did you ever go on a date with Bruce's wife?"

Arthur stopped talking to Mera and looked at them like they were talking prawns. "What? No! Of course not! I'm a married man."

"But before..."

"I'm still a decent man!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms in real offense.

Dick scribbled “Vehement denial, he was standing in front of his wife, he’d be a good suspect, but definitely not the mom type.”

“Who else is missing?” he asked quietly.

"Green Arrow isn't here today," Hal replied. "I think he was coming later."

"And I don't know if you want to include Plastic Man," Barry added, wincing. "But he'll probably say yes just to spite your dad."

Dick nodded thoughtfully.

"I think J'onn's" Barry said after counting on his fingers.

Dick looked at him expressionlessly. "Barry… really?"

Barry threw up his hands, offended, "Okay, okay, let's move on to the next one," Barry said, assuming his previous guess wasn't that smart.

The next person to be questioned was Superman, the man was sitting there in one of the chairs looking at his cup with a smile. "May I know what this little operation is up to?

Dick, Barry, and Hal stopped in front of him as if they were guilty in a trial.

"We're... solving a mystery," Dick replied seriously.

"We want to know which League member Bruce's wife dated before she was with him" Barry added, unfiltered.

Hal nodded solemnly, as if they were carrying on a noble cause.

Clark gave a short, relaxed laugh. He placed his cup on the table and looked at them with the calm expression of someone who's seen it all... and isn't impressed by anything. "All I can tell you..." he said calmly, "is that Bruce wasn't the first... but he was the last."

And with that, he picked up his cup again and stared off into space as if he'd just finished reading the end of a great novel. The three of them fell silent.

"What does that mean?" Hal muttered, confused.

"It means he didn't say anything," Barry complained. .

"It's a closing line to avoid getting into trouble," Dick said, arms crossed.

Frustrated, they walked away from the area. No more clues, no more answers. They returned to where they had started, near the checkpoint, and slumped into their chairs like defeated detectives.

Barry sighed. “I thought we were going to settle something today. What are we, the Uncertainty League?”

"We could have gotten more if we'd put more pressure on Diana," Hal said, annoyed.

"The worst part is, I'm even more confused than before," Dick muttered.

They were silent when the zeta tubes sounded, revealing that you and Oliver Queen were walking in together. Laughing, knowing, at ease, like two old friends sharing a joke from years ago. Oliver had the biggest smile on the planet. You gave him a gentle push on the arm as if he were remembering something only you two knew.

The three observers watched them pass, frozen. Dick narrowed his eyes. Barry opened his mouth slowly. Hal let out a soft, "No way..." voice.

And when you found Dick after looking around, you gave him a loving smile. "Hi, honey. Did you behave?" "

"Yes, Mom…" he replied, slowly lowering his notebook.

Oliver looked at them with a raised eyebrow, noticing the suspicious glances. "What's going on? Are you plotting against Batman?"

"No," they all said at the same time.

you watched them with a barely amused smile. "Are you ready to go, Dick?"

Dick stood up and walked toward you, but before leaving, he looked over his shoulder at Oliver. "Just so you know... if it was you, I'm going to find out."

Oliver stood still for half a second, then raised his hands with an innocent smile.

As mother and son walked down the hall, Hal and Barry slowly turned to Oliver. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Oliver smiled. "A gentleman has no memory."

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o zoning out or going quiet at public events

Request: HI CELESTE IT'S ME AGAIN!!! FUCKING FINALLY FREE FROM HELL!! *Break the cuff* so I'm here seeking ot13 when their s/o showing sign that they're tired with public event. Like they suddenly went silent or they're zoning out cause my Introvert ass is truly tired dealing with people 😔

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A/N: WELCOME BACK FROM HELL, MY LOVE!!! I'm sorry that this is out after sooooo long. I really tried to push this in the queue as much as I could to not be unfair to other requests. Anyway, it's July when it's out, so I really hope you still feel better :( ily!!

Your personal shield + immediate exit plan — Seungcheol, Joshua

He sees that thousand-yard stare hit your face and immediately goes into this protective boyfriend mode. He really doesn’t need words, so he just slides his arm around you, whispers, “want to go home?” He already scoped out a quiet corner, and a clean exit route. If you say no, he still stays glued to your side like your bodyguard. If you say yes, he’s politely excusing both of you from the event like: “we’ve got an emergency... her peace is in danger.” Bonus: He’ll thank you later for telling him with your silence and not guilt you for it.

Discreetly checks in + handles the crowd for you — Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Woozi

He sees the switch flip in your body language and just gets it. Doesn’t say it out loud, and doesn’t make it weird, just gently squeezes your hand or nudges your arm to bring you back. “Mhm. Still with me?” he’ll ask in a whisper with a tiny smile on his lips. If someo ne tries to talk to you while you’re mid-zone-out, he smoothly intercepts and takes over the convo for you. You're just blinking behind him like, thank you for being my social firewall. 10/10 introvert whisperer energy.

Loudly declares your social death — BSS

He sees you go quiet and gasps like he just watched you get possessed, “oh my god… babe / y/n is shutting down.” He's exaggerating and dramatic on purpose, but it makes you laugh and breaks you out of your spiral a little. Then he leans in softer and goes, “want me to fake a stomachache so we can leave?” 💀 He’ll also feed you random jokes or memes in the middle of the event just to keep you breathing. Anything for you <33

Takes you outside for air without saying much — Jun, Minghao, Vernon

He notices your energy crash like a hawk. He won’t say, you look tired. He’ll just tug your sleeve and say, “vome with me for a second.” Next thing you know you’re outside under a tree or in a stairwell where it’s quiet. “Just breathe. You don’t have to go back in until you’re ready.” And if you need to go home, he doesn’t ask twice, he just says, “let’s bounce.” Chivalry but make it introvert.

Really wants to help — Mingyu, Dino

You suddenly go quiet and his brain goes: What did I do? Did someone say something? Are you okay?? But once he realizes it’s just the social battery flatlining, he gets superrrrr soft. He sits next to you and speaks extra softly like, “you don’t have to stay, you know that, right?” Even if he’s hosting or doing something, he’ll keep checking in with eyes. May awkwardly stand between you and the crowd like a guard dog trying his best 😭💘

[muwapsturniolo]

Bomb Pop ₊ ⊹ M.Sturniolo

"Come on, gonna take these pictures then tell Ma you wanna go to the fireworks show as an excuse."

⟢ nsfw ahead, food play i think?? temperature play? oral (m).

@bernardsbendystraws for divider

It was the Fourth of July—a day when American patriots celebrate with sizzling grills, kids laughing and racing through yards, and neighbors trying to outdo each other with the loudest, biggest fireworks in a not-so-subtle rivalry.

Matt’s family back in Boston decided to throw a block party and invited you guys all the way from L.A. You both accepted without hesitation, and before you knew it, you were lounging on a pool chair in their backyard,a Bomb Pop in hand, the hum of conversation and distant fireworks buzzing in the air.

Matt stood by the grill with his dad, casually flipping a few burgers and taking slow sips from his drink. His eyes drifted across the backyard, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he watched his family laugh and mingle, their voices blending into the hot summer air.

Then his gaze landed on you.

For a moment, he froze—his breath catching as he watched you drag your tongue from the base of your thumb to the tip of the Bomb Pop, chasing the sticky trail of red, white, and blue that had started to melt all over your hand.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, completely locked on the sight in front of him. You slowly brought the popsicle to your lips, your mouth closing around the tip. Your plump lips, now stained with the sticky, sweet colors of the Bomb Pop, wrapped snugly around it, savoring the cold treat.

he licked his lip, he could feel the blood rushing toward his cock, the phallus starting to press against the denim material of his jeans.

You felt the familiar weight of his stare settle on you, unmistakable even from across the yard. Turning your head, your eyes met Matt’s—steady, unblinking. He didn’t try to hide it. His gaze was intense, focused entirely on you.

You knew that look in his eyes—low-lidded, burning, full of want. Your gaze dipped, unhurried, tracing the outline of his frame until it landed on the very clear tension in his jeans. The smirk that curved your lips was impossible to hide.

But instead of calling him out, you simply went back to your popsicle, dragging your tongue along the melting surface with just a hint more intention. The movement was subtle—nothing overt, nothing anyone else would clock—but Matt saw it. And that was the point.

He sucked in a sharp breath, clearing his throat as his face flushed just slightly. Ducking his head, he made a quick excuse to his dad—something about needing to use the bathroom—then stepped back through the threshold into the cool, air-conditioned house.

You let out a quiet giggle and sank back into the pool chair, letting the sun warm your skin. But the moment of peace didn’t last long—your phone buzzed beside you. You picked it up, expecting some random group chat or a social ping.

Instead, it was a text from Matt.

“bedroom.”

That one word pulled another soft laugh from you. Shaking your head, you stood up, brushing the back of your thighs off before slipping inside the house. The cool air hit your skin as you moved through the kitchen, then up the stairs two at a time.

You paused at his door, knocked twice out of habit—but didn’t wait. The handle turned easily under your hand, and you slipped inside, closing the door softly behind you.

Matt was already there, sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands braced on either side of him. His eyes lifted the second you walked in, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

His situation was… obvious. Impossible to miss. And from the look on his face, he wasn’t the least bit shy about it.

“You okay?” You ask softly, voice laced with teasing innocence as you slide the last bit of the Bomb Pop between your lips.

Matt’s eyes darken instantly, tracking every slow movement. His fingers curl into the duvet, knuckles tight.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mutters, voice low and strained as you start to close the space between you.

You finish the last of the popsicle with a quiet pop, letting the stick fall to your side as you reach the edge of the bed—his gaze never leaving yours.

The floorboards creak as you fall to your knees, your eyes still trained on his as you begin to unbutton and zip his pants. He helps you pull them down along with his boxers, his cock slapping against his covered abdomen.

He sighs out and falls back against the bed as you wrap your hand around the base. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you let your cold saliva leak onto his tip, his eyes shooting open as he gasps in shock. He looks down at you with an open mouth as your purple tongue swipes over his tip, swirling around just like you did with the multicolored popsicle.

You use the saliva to jerk him off for a few seconds before taking him in your mouth. He hisses softly at the cold feeling, your cheeks hollowing as you start to bob your head.

He tries his best to stay quiet, not wanting his family members to hear the sounds escaping his mouth - but it proves to be difficult. The cold feeling of your mouth made him more sensitive, drawing small whimpers and soft moans from him.

Your eyes close as you hum at the taste of him, the salty flavor of precum mixing in with the sweetness from the popsicle, creating a savory flavor you couldn't get enough of. Your movements grow quicker as you become more eager, the bobbing of your head picking up in pace.

You gag as you take him deep in your throat, the muscle flexing around him and driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" he heaves out, his eyes clenching shut as he pushes your head all the way down, releasing the pearly white liquid down your throat. His body falls lax against the bed, running a hand through his hair in the process.

You pull off him, swallowing a bit of the cum but keeping a little in your mouth. You crawl on top of him, leaning down and pressing your lips against his, letting him get a taste of the savory liquid.

Before the two of you can really get into the makeout session that would lead elsewhere, a loud knock on the door is heard.

"Stop being freaks and come back outside, mom and dad want us to take pictures." Chris's voice is heard along with his footsteps as he starts to walk away.

Matt taps your thigh, signaling for you to get off of him. He stands up and pulls up his pants and boxers, tucking himself back inside.

"Come on, gonna take these pictures then tell Ma you wanna go to the fireworks show as an excuse," he mumbles out, already starting to walk towards the door.

"Excuse?" You question as you climb off the bed. He turns towards you with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, can't exactly tell my mom I'm going to fuck you in the car."

[cercess]

hi! I'd like to req anaxa and ratio with reader who is so scarily quiet, unless they're actively watching them, the characters will NOT hear them. Lmao can you imagine the scares we'd produce if we snuck up behind them

Hi anon! Sorry this took so long. I haven’t been able to write much recently due to personal reasons, but I’m back at it now :)

If I had a nickel for every star rail character that was a mean professor, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. I love these two and had a blast writing it! Ratio’s gets a little suggestive because I’m a degenerate, I hope that’s okay!

✧ Tags: fluff, Anaxa and Ratio being grumpy (but also split), slightly suggestive content in ratios ✧ Rating: Mature ✧ Word Count: 730

ANAXA

As always, Anaxa is experimenting in his private laboratory. He’ll never admit it (primarily to preserve his academic integrity) but he finds it relaxes him after teaching. The saying that “there are no bad questions,” isn’t true; he would know after enduring thousands of bad questions. Clarifiers are one thing, but the endless drone of mundane queries have driven him to the brink.

Experimentation is simple, because ingredients and equations do not ask stupid questions. He allows himself to get lost in rhythm of the scientific process, drowning out the stressors of his day with a symphony of data.

“Anaxagoras,” your voice snaps him out of his state of focus with a jolt.

He does his best to appear unaffected by your sudden appearance, resorting to professionalism to maintain his facade. “May I help you?”

“Were you scared?” You asked, a sly grin creeping its way onto your lips.

“I was absorbed in my experiments, and did not expect you to arrive unannounced.”

“You jumped a little.”

Anaxa sighs and turns away from you. “I’m very busy.”

Even with his back turned, you can picture his pout. He always insists he would never do something so childish, but you’ve come to recognize the telltale sign of him hiding from you.

“I’m sorry I startled you,” he stiffens when you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back. What your beloved professor lacks in muscle, he makes up for with layers of robes.

“I’ve never come to a conclusion on how you manage to move around so quietly.” Of course he’s contemplating the unknown. You suppose it’s part of his charm.

“Perhaps Zagreus has blessed me, and I’d be better off as a thief than a scholar.”

Your mention of the Titan coaxes a scoff from the one-eyed man, but you know there’s so real annoyance behind it. If he were irritated, you would no longer be resting your chin on his shoulder, peering over at the mess of ingredients that lays before him.

“A caravan of dromas just arrived. I was wondering if you’d like to visit them with me.”

Anaxa perks up at the mention of his favourite animal. Triumph overcomes you as he begins tidying up the table. “Allow me to lead the way. We do not need you spooking the poor animals with your sudden appearance.”

DR. RATIO

The bath has always been a place of serenity for Veritas. It is one of the few places he feels he can allow his brain to rest after endlessly exercising in the pursuit of knowledge. He’s reading the latest craze amongst mathematicians: a book on computing Pi in the anti-organic equation. Truly thrilling stuff.

He recites the number to the two-hundred and thirty seventh decimal, only to be interrupted by someone placing their hand on his shoulder.

Veritas scrambles to see the intruder, his frantic movements causing him to slip on the porcelain and dunk his head below the water. When he surfaces, he finds you watching him with amusement.

You lean down, and straighten his headpiece. Why he wears that thing in the bath, you’ll never know. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You should have knocked. I’m indecent.”

“Is that supposed to deter me from entering?” You grin as you sit on the edge of the bath. When you dunk your hand in, the water is a comforting warmth, perfect for relaxation.

As you create small waves, an unfamiliar object brushes against your fingers. You pull out a drenched book, its pages utterly unreadable.

“I dropped it when you appeared.” The sigh that escapes Veritas makes guilt bubble in your chest. You really hadn’t meant to scare him, but sometimes you forgot about your propensity for stealth.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you grin wolfishly, shrugging off your jacket.

“By buying me a new book? It wasn’t easy to obtain you know, I had to-“

His complaining is cut off by your lips meeting his. He’s quick to disregard the soggy book once again in favour of pulling you closer. You consider the debt forgotten when his neediness nearly pulls you into the water. “Someone’s eager,” you smile against his lips.

“Seeing as my reading ended prematurely, I might as well find stimulation elsewhere.”

“And how do I compare to that book of yours.”

“You know better than to ask stupid questions.”

[chevxyn]

reckless boy — with itoshi rin.

syp; walking with your friends, you saw a guy recklessly jumped over a car to get something— worried, you came to check on him.

sfw, story taken place from the manga spinoff; episode harajuku and omotesando.

having nagi and reo right beside you these days, is always something that would not be surprising to you anymore.

reo has been your friend for years now, and with nagi being added into due to reo’s plans— the three of you has grown close.

now, they— well, reo had invited you out, like he always does and, like always, you agreed.

you are walking with them holding the candied fruit that you wanted as reo got a strawberry-grape, and nagi took a candy apple.

he had asked you countless of times to join him into the journey on football, unfortunately you always decline every time due to being busy.

while reo and nagi started to talk about how what would happen if nagi couldn’t play football, and the consequences, he accidentally bumped into a guy— dropping his candy apple.

well, before you could gaze your eyes back towards nagi to ask if he’s okay— your attention quickly gets captured as the guy jumped to the street.

“watch ou—!“ it happened so fast when he suddenly just jumped over the car, looking at the two boys that’s fooling around with the candy apple, you left them.

“you okay?” you asked, tapping his shoulder and he turned— making your candy fruit fell as he nudged your hand, blinking twice, he spoke—

“it’s fine, do you need anything? i apologize for the candy being.. dropped,” he simply said, while the apology was a little blunt, you really can’t do anything about it.

“ah, it’s fine, i just wanna say sorry about my friend— i would’ve told him to apologize to you considering you had to do that stunt to get..” you saw the ticket and blinked.

he did all that for a ticket..?

“.. that,” your voice came out as if in disbelief, and you looked back at him, he was silent— looking at the ticket, that’s when you snapped out of the state and looked at nagi from a distance.

him and reo are just playing.. i guess, catch, with his candy apple. “but he’s, a little occupied.” you muttered, and sighed.

“it’s— fine.” he lets out— while he is a little cold you don’t really think much of it, considering the boy you had mentioned is also like that. “you should look if there’s something before you do a stunt like that again, though.” you suggested.

“could be dangerous.” you said and he just gave a nod, seeing the dropped fruit candy, he spoke. “let me buy you a new one.”

your eyes widened as you took both of your hands to wave it as a symbol of refusal, “no—no, it’s okay!” yet he doesn’t seem to faze.

“i insist.” he said, now— he does seem a little cold on the outside, but he’s sorta sweet for doing that, seeing the two boys from a distance that’s finished bickering and trying to find you, you looked at him.

“please, it’s okay! it’s just candy anyways.” you gave a smile and took the dropped candy and puts it in a nearby dumpster. “besides, i gotta go, my friends are waiting and i— yeah.”

after a few seconds of the two of you looking at each other once more, he nodded. “okay.” he simply said and walked away.

oh, wow.

can’t say he’s not straightforward, but again you did say it’s fine, after that odd encounter, you went back to your friends.

reo immediately grinned, “so, who was that?” he asked and you raised your eyebrow, “i don’t know, didn’t ask for his name, besides nagi was the one who bumped into him.”

“i simply apologized for him,” you looked at nagi, “you’re welcome.” nagi just nodded and tilted his head, seeing your empty hand. “where’s your candy fruit?”

“i dropped it.” the two of them looked at each other knowing the bickering they had earlier was about the candy apple, as reo let out a small chuckle.

“poor you.” he teased, as you glanced back at the direction of the guy and reo squinted his eyes, “what’s with the looking? you’re tryna find the guy you saw earlier?”

“don’t tell me you’re gonna develop a crush on that guy and the two of you are gonna be all lovey dovey?” he smirked and you gently pinched his side, “ouch. i was just jokin’ [nickname].”

that wouldn’t happen. it’s just a small encounter anyways, you’re sure of it.

back to collection.

©chevxyn

[cupidsval]

thinking about choso with virgin!reader ᡣ𐭩

HE’D BE SO SOFT, GENTLY cajoling you to comfort. the kind of saccharine that acts more like foreplay than a balm to your ignited nerves…

“oh. baby.” his groan melts into a rumble, water pilled across the expanse of his skin from the lingering drops of his shower. “you’re so gorgeous.” it comes out as a reverent whisper when his hands smooth over the plump of your thighs, unhurried to reach your need, clad in a cotton scrap of fabric.

“cho.” the hush snares in your throat when his chestnut hues flit to catch your gaze. it’s not the eye-contact alone that makes your heart stutter. no, it’s the way the already dim light is practically drowned in the dilated blacks when he’s looking up at you with such blatant hunger.

it starts with kitten licks over your long-damp panties, the flat of his tongue dragging across the seam of your slit, working you up to shivers that make your legs strain to close beneath his hold. you gasp at the brush against your clit, head tilting back in a feeling so alien yet addictive.

he slips the material down your legs soon after. your back lurches off the pillows once he eases a finger inside, whine cracking in your throat at the breach. with shoulders still braced against your legs, he watches the way your pussy squeezes around the intrusion, mirth in his eyes, smirk curling his mouth when he pushes in a second.

“making the prettiest noises for me.” he murmurs in something like worship, as if the dirty talk’s a prayer. with his free hand cradling the buck of your hips, choso leans down to lave at the peak of nerves at the apex of your puffy folds, tongue tracing what your reeling mind just about registers as his name. 

digits pumping in and out, he isn’t satisfied until you’ve come at least twice before he finally positions himself over you.

“tell me it hurts and i’ll stop straight away, okay?” he knows it'll be a stretch, but it doesn’t come out smug - it comes out ragged, like he means the words with every fibre of his being. so you nod, the plush of your lower lip caught between your teeth as the head of his length sinks past the snug ring of your entrance.

his fingers couldn’t have prepared you for the thickness, no way in hell. he plunges into you, heavy inch by heavy inch, slow enough for you to accommodate the pressured weight, soon enough that your toes curl and your eyes wrench shut. 

“f-fuck-” your voice splits a pitch higher once he’s fully sheathed inside your vice-tight heat. you hear him moan, low in his throat like you’re killing him. your hands are balled into fists, to which his own slide up your palm to lace his fingers with yours.

“breathe, angel. breathe.” he pants mostly for you, half a reminder to himself, forehead dropping to your collar because you squeeze around him tighter. “tell me when you’re ready.” puffing moments later. winded, breathless. 

seconds pass, you nod the permission. and he pulls back a fraction, shallow thrusts followed by deeper strokes when your legs instinctively lock around his waist, coaxing him in deeper. harder.

he swallows your mewls with a press of his plush lips against your own, hips clashing against yours in a hypnotic rhythm that makes you dizzy. your nails scrape reddened crescents into his flexing shoulder blades, eyes rolling back behind fluttering lashes when the tip of his cock digs into that spongy patch that has you seeing white.

“m’coming again- ah, c-choso—!” you writhe beneath him, mouth dropping open in a choked moan, the heel of your palms slamming forcefully against his back to crowd yourself under his weight.

back arching wildly, stuttering chest flushing against his, you crest with a loud, wanton cry. your calves cramp when you tug him into you roughly, an almost bawdy strength possessing you to try and smother yourself beneath your boyfriend from the ferocity of your summit.

twitching, he follows soon after, spilling into you with a shuddering sigh of “i love you”  while your pussy unforgivingly cinches around his cock. 

“baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself-” he wheezes in the aftermath when you pull him against you harsher, smaller arms feeble but determined to keep him pressed into you. heartbeat hammering against his, your body lightly jerks as his length slowly softens inside you.

you both heave in the heft of the silence for a while, your spent arms eventually loosening around him just enough for him to gently push off and lay you beside him, cock still buried deep inside, keeping you plugged up. 

“thank you.” you mumble, voice suddenly hoarse with sleepy fatigue now that the weight of your multiple orgasms has buried itself deep, leaving you boneless atop the mess of sheets he’s just fucked you into. choso snorts in response.

“thank you?” he murmurs in repeat, smile thick in his voice as his large hand comes up to sweetly push sweat-slicked strands of hair from your forehead. the haul of the deepened intimacy softens his simper. until you lazily slur the rest.

“for making me come so hard.”

[ichxgo]

He snorts, fingers still curled loosely in Shiro’s, though they flex just for the feel of it. “Shame. I bet they’d look good on you.” But honestly, so would a regular pair. His gaze flicks to Shiro again as he laughs. Even sleep-starved and buzzed, he’s somehow still stupidly gorgeous. It makes something twist under Ichigo’s ribs, sharp and warm. If Ichigo were any less fucked up, he’d be testing the tensile strength of Shiro’s drywall right about now. But he is, so he shrugs, looking away. “I don’t need something every night like I used to. But sometimes.” 

Still, he wants to see Shiro’s cache. Wants to know where everything is in case things ever go sideways. “I should bring some of mine,” he adds, a little quieter. Like maybe he’s testing how that sounds in the air between them. Testing how much permission he has to make his own space here. If Shiro’s letting him stay, he should bring more than just the essentials that guy is picking up. 

“You didn’t get me in a bed.” His mouth twitches. “You got me against an air conditioner. Then a table. Then the floor? Or was it the couch. Think the bed was maybe the fourth stop.” He rolls his eyes, fond despite himself. “Either way, they’re not straight after you’re done with them.” His eyes cut back to Shiro, drawn like a magnet. He wants. Wants so bad it feels like something unraveling inside him. “Shit. Okay.” He might pass out mid attempt, but he’s game.

“You’re not her type. That’s missing the point. If I was worried about Yoruichi, I’d start digging my own grave.” He huffs a soft breath that might be a laugh. “She’d make me dig it. She hunts for sport.” 

Ichigo walks in first, slow and deliberate. Not just from pain, but from watching Shiro. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just takes in the room. Sleek, quiet, expensive. He drifts toward the bed, one hand trailing along the sharp line of a side table as he passes it, just enough contact to balance himself without looking like he needs it. “Have your guy bring my toothbrush.” Said as he crawls into the bed, sinks into it, barely getting the covers back before he’s down and barely caring. Once his head is on that pillow, gravity tugs at his eyes twice as heavy. 

He opens his mouth, just about to try coaxing Shiro in with him when the phone goes off.

“Fuck’s sake.” He curses into the pillow. He makes the effort to sit, gets about halfway there, and gives up. “Her?” If it’s not Yoruichi, he’s going to be out. Ten seconds, max.

He huffs a skeptical laugh. "At my party where I'm the center of attention?" Obviously they were going to get noticed. Anyone fucking that hard would have, but especially them. He scoffs, but good natured. "I think I make more money than a pornstar, if that's what you're gettin' at." Better sex, too, since it's real.

"Yeah, I know." And he's always willingly spent it on Ichigo anyway. It's not going to change. "I got brass knuckles, just without the diamonds. Sometimes you just gotta fuck someone up good." He shrugs. "That was new. Got it just for this occasion 'cause it seemed like a good thing to have." A short laugh, "My stash wouldn't interest you, but I'll show you my hardware collection sometime. It's not that impressive. I'm sure yours is better."

He arches a brow, a little surprised by how much it seems like Ichigo is threatened by this woman. He's not sure he's ever seen Ichigo be this possessive of him towards someone else. It makes her that much more fascinating. "Are you referring to when I first got you into my bed? But mostly is doin' a lot of work for your argument. I've never slept with a woman." At least to the best of his knowledge. He's been pretty fucked up a few times. "Besides. I'm probably not her type. Ladies don't tend to be interested in me, probably 'cause I'm really open about trying to get with their guy friends." Not because he's not attractive enough, that's just crazy. Then a sly grin spreads across his face and he leans a little closer. "If you're really that worried, I'll let you stick your dick in me while she's here, just to mark your territory, y' know, let her know I'm yours."

Ichigo knows him well. "That's true." He does love being fawned over and desired. His point still stands, he thinks. It's all habit.

The way Ichigo takes his hand makes his heart stutter for a second. Which is stupid. Holding hands?? Come on. This is the most innocent thing he's done in years. This is grade school. But it feels important in its innocence. The little things always feel like they matter with Ichigo. He guides them down the hall, stopping in front of his bedroom. The door is already open, there isn't much reason to keep it closed if no one is here but him, but he pauses to let Ichigo in first anyway. The bed is made, which isn't his doing but rather the lady he has come over once a week to clean the place for him. It's just proof he hasn't been to bed in a while. The curtains are open too, and the room is clean.

[writer-freak]

Hello!

May I request HCs involving Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud, and Deuce Spade [Separately] with a MC/Yuu![S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who has radiant powers like Yoru from Valorant? I can already picture Idia flipping out and becomes excited + chatty about how his partner’s powers are oddly “similar” to “one character” from a “certain game.”

@sanctum-of-ramshackle

A/n: So I tried my best I just rewrote this a few times and am not completely satisfied with it still😭(but that is probably just my inner perfectionist speaking lmao). Hope it's still enjoyable to read though<3

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is immediately intrigued by your powers. The first time he sees your dimensional clone move independently of you, his eyes widen ever so slightly as he murmurs, “An illusion… no, something more.”

He won’t admit it out loud, but he’s fascinated by the idea that you can seemingly step into another dimension. He compares it to fae travel, calling it “a form of shadow-stepping” and insists on studying it (with you, of course).

You casually teleport to his side during one of your evening walks, and Malleus just smiles, unfazed. “You walk through space as if it were a veil. A fitting gift for someone so difficult to part from.”

When others try to startle or sneak up on you and fail miserably, Malleus watches with a kind of smugness. He enjoys knowing his beloved is so difficult to catch off-guard.

And though he knows you don’t need protection, he still offers it. “Even if you can vanish into the wind… I will always follow. Call, and I will find you, across any distance.”

Idia Shroud

The moment he sees your teleportation ability, Idia practically jumps out of his chair. “W-waitwaitwait. That... that’s literally a Valorant ability. Like exactly like a duelist agent build. You’re do you know what this means?”

He launches into a borderline essay about how your powers align with a certain character from a “very iconic” FPS game. His eyes practically glow with excitement as he rapid-fires game lingo.

You let your clone walk through his room once just to mess with him. He shrieks, trips over a bundle of wires, and then spends ten minutes excitedly asking if it has a cooldown or a timer.

“So like… if I give you a buff… will the clone get it too? No reason. Just thinking about future boss raids.”

Ortho’s immediately onboard and helps create simulations where you can test your powers in digital space. Idia, meanwhile, just watches with his smile (you know what smile I mean), “I can’t believe I’m basically dating a main character.”

He jokes that if you ever get into trouble, just "teleport away, like an ultra-rare gacha SSR vanishing right before pity." And then gets embarrassed that he said that out loud.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is initially thrown way off when he sees your powers. You blink out of sight mid-conversation and he stares at the spot you vanished from, eyes wide. “Wha—hey! Where’d you go?! Wait, was that part of a spell?? Are you okay??”

He gets flustered every time your clone shows up behind him, even though he’s trying really hard to stay cool. “That thing’s not gonna like… explode or something, right?”

Once he understands how your abilities work, he becomes so proud. “That’s actually super awesome. Like… hero-tier stuff.” You can tell he wants to say more, but he holds back.

He asks you to help him train, not just because you’re strong, but because he trusts you. “If I can keep up with you, I can keep up with anything.” Even if he can’t, he never gives up, chasing your afterimage with a determined gleam in his eyes.

When he sees you teleport into danger to protect someone else, he scolds you after. “Don’t just disappear like that! You could’ve been hurt…”

He insists on learning how to tell the difference between you and your clone. “Next time, I’ll know. No way I’m getting tricked twice.”

He may not always understand the science or magic behind your powers, but he never doubts that you’re capable. “I don’t care what kind of ability it is. You’ve got it, so that makes it powerful. Just like you.”

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[wistfulnightingale]

At ANY Cost. (or, We need to talk about the Final 15)

Hey there! You love Good Omens, right? Do Aziraphale and Crowley melt your heart with their daring and courage and quiet affection? And then break your heart again and again every time you watch their relationship tragically crumble away in the Final Fifteen...?

Pull up a plush antique armchair and have a seat -- you can just toss that embroidered pillow on the floor! Get comfy, and let's talk about that scene for a couple of minutes. It's okay, you can tuck your tissues in your pocket for now. This might cheer you up quite a bit, if you're in the mood for it.

(If you've visited me here before, this will be familiar, but with the key points all in one place and sharable!)

The Final 15, as a terrible heartrending breakup scene, made sense to us -- mostly because we'd seen Aziraphale act that way twice before. Not just acting pettish with silly heavenly rhetoric, or having a marital spat about helping a victimized archangel, but actually being angry and rejecting towards his beloved friend. "It's happened before, it's in character for Aziraphale, but -- how could he!" We've been appalled and upset, even angry, with the angel each time. It stirs up strong protective urges to shelter and defend our sweet demon.

But what if those ugly arguments of S1 don't actually mean what we thought they meant?

The first major event was the 1862 Holy Water argument at St. James Park in S1 E3. Aziraphale isn't making eye contact, trying to be cool and distant, until Crowley passes the note. His deep concern, his caring, his love, all show plainly in this moment on the angel's face.

He refuses to provide the Holy Water, but then the conversation takes an abrupt turn. Aziraphale looks around anxiously, looks upwards. Who is listening? Who might be watching, waiting to punish or smite Crowley -- again? Aziraphale dramatically escalates into (seemingly!) unprovoked personal rejection and insults. WHY?

Aziraphale spoke as if himself and Heaven and its angels were Superior and "Good", pushed Crowley away, and hurt him.

We learned in S2 E3 that Aziraphale spoke so harshly in 1862 because of 1827 Edinburgh. Crowley had been too "nice" and "kind" and too familiar ("Fraternizing") with Azi. They were too openly chummy and affectionate with each other. Crowley was kidnapped by Hell right in front of his Angel, and was punished -- severely.

That new information, however, wasn't provided until the following season, literally several years later. Finally we realized that, when a broken Crowley returned in 1862 calling on their unique bond, dangerously requesting something only a close angelic friend could do for him, Aziraphale picked a fight to distance from Crowley to protect his beloved friend.

The second time we see Aziraphale angry and rejecting and unapologetic is the fight at the Bandstand, later in S1 E3. The two conflicts in the same episode seemed to mirror and reinforce each other. Despite Azi's eagerness to speak with Crowley and to meet and share information, the angel is tense and guarded from their first moments together. He shared nothing. WHY?

Aziraphale spoke as if himself and Heaven and its angels were Superior and "Good", pushed Crowley away, and hurt him.

In the very next episode, we learn that this is happening. Gabriel has taken to jogging in that park, near their rendezvous point.

It's unlikely that Gabriel would start "training" the same day Armageddon is to begin. There's substantial evidence that Azi saw The Supreme Archangel jogging the day before. In the Park. Near where Crowley was waiting. The day they met at the Bandstand.

If that's the case, then Aziraphale picked a fight to distance from Crowley to protect his beloved friend.

If BOTH previous fights were Aziraphale's attempt to protect Crowley from otherworldly harm, what does that mean for the Final 15?

We looked at it as a pattern -- "Aziraphale gets upset and says terrrible things to Crowley. He still thinks Heaven is great." But, based on what we now know about those past fights:

IF this terrible 1827 night caused this protective act in 1862 --

And IF this dangerous angelic jogger caused this protective act at the Bandstand --

And if we also recognize that Aziraphale is fully aware of and remembers all of heaven's cruelty --

including being assaulted by archangels (with their thug), and coolly informed that "a multi-nation nuclear exhange would be a nice start" to Armageddon --

and watching Crowley get KIDNAPPED. FOR PUNISHMENT. AGAIN. right before his eyes, BY ANGELS WHO ENJOY IT,

and how simply remembering Gabriel's dismissive cruelty about Job's family triggers a PTSD response with Jimbriel --

then we have to admit that Aziraphale does NOT actually believe that Heaven and the angels are superior and "Good".

And Crowley would know that too.

We, the viewers who love them, want to protect and defend Crowley from all harm, and teach our little angel to do better. But Aziraphale already KNOWS. So that means that, in the Final 15,

when Aziraphale acted as if Heaven and its angels are superior and "Good", pushed Crowley away by his words, and hurt him --

IT WAS BECAUSE OF THIS.

Aziraphale said those things to appear distant from Crowley so as to protect his beloved. His best and forever friend.

How are you doing with this? Still here, still hanging in? Good. Would you like some chamomille tea? It's very soothing.

It's okay to let yourself believe this. It doesn't invalidate how painful that scene was to watch, and the very real feelings it triggered in us, the viewers that love them. It doesn't invalidate the emotions that we saw happening for Crowley and Aziraphale in that scene. Our Ineffables were trapped, in pain, afraid, and misunderstanding each other. They were desperate to not lose each other. (And I think they came up with a desperate plan.)

It actually validates their history, their caring, their bond. Their Love.

The Final Fifteen was awful. But it wasn't the Ineffable Divorce. Aziraphale bonded with Crowley a very long, long time ago. He values and respects him. He'll do anything to protect him, even go into hell itself. He loves him.

Spread the word. Tell your friends.

Aziraphale will protect Crowley at any cost, even at tremendous cost to himself. Especially at Tremendous Cost to himself.

He always has. He always will.

*****

If you've visited here before, you've probably heard me make these earnest points already, so thanks for sticking around! If you're new, you can find my down-the-rabbit-hole proofs and explanations for each of the points I make here:

Fearful Memories (Aziraphale KNOWS)

An Unexpected Encounter (2 Angels & a Demon in the Park)

A Hefty Jigger of Death (Coffee Checkmate)

Anything to Protect Crowley

What a Brave and Handsome Demon (Angel?)

Plus: The Circle Kiss Theory (the desperate plan!)

*****

Thanks for being here! I'd love to hear your thoughts about all this in the comments!

[pudimsuki]

Beach Shenanigans ☀ | Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!reader

A/N.: Tumblr messed with me, and my posts weren't showing up in the tags. So, this is a repost. I hope it goes well this time ❤

TW.: NSFW, 18+ content, aged up characters, fingering, handjob, semi-public, MDNI.

“Tell me again why I’m here?”

Seated on a towel spread across the sand, you laughed as your grumpy boyfriend trudged back toward you, clearly recovering from being dragged off by an overly enthusiastic Kaminari.

“Well, because I asked you nicely. With love.”

“Uh-huh. Remind me why I said yes to that stupid idea.”

“Because you love me just as much.”

He scoffed, rolling his violet eyes. “Yeah, right.”

You sat side by side, watching as your friends ran along the shore or dove into the salty waves. The sun was warming your skin just right, making you sigh and close your eyes, lids heavy with comfort.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look today?”

You peeked one eye open, finding Shinsou admiring you with a soft smile.

“Thank you, love. So do you,” you replied—and honestly, it was the truth. Ever since he transferred to the hero course, he’d been training harder than ever. Now, in his third year and fully used to the routine, he looked downright stunning. Tall and lean, but toned in all the right places. Now, with only swim trunks clinging to his hips and the sun painting his skin golden, you caught yourself swallowing hard… or licking your lips.

Shinsou smirked, clearly noticing the shift in your gaze.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Something on your mind?”

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Don’t be silly.”

He chuckled low. “No need to be shy.”

“I’m not! I just…”

Before you could finish, Kaminari shouted at Shinsou to come back to the volleyball game they had going on. Shinsou groaned beside you—clearly annoyed—and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“He adores you.”

“Tell me about it,” he muttered, though deep down you knew they were actually good friends.

“GET YOUR STUPID ASS BACK HERE, DUNCE FACE!”

You flinched at the sudden outburst from Bakugou in the distance. Kaminari had waved toward the two of you, probably planning to drag Shinsou back, which led to a whole new argument. You grinned at the familiar chaos—Bakugou shouting, Denki whining about needing more players, and the blond menace yelling that he was enough for two.

“Remind me to thank him later,” Shinsou mumbled, eyeing the scene like it was all too ridiculous to be real.

“Stop being such a grump,” you said, elbowing him playfully. “How about a swim?”

“The water’s cold.”

“Your choice. Me or them,” you said, gesturing toward the chaos.

Shinsou groaned again. “Don’t have to ask twice.”

You smiled triumphantly as he followed you into the waves.

Okay, fine. The water was cold. You clung to him the moment it reached your chest. On him, it barely reached past his waist—he was a good few inches taller than you, after all. The two of you ducked underneath the surface, getting completely drenched before emerging again.

“Uuuugh,” you whined, pressing your chilled body against his torso. “It’s freezing.”

“Told ya,” he huffed, but still wrapped his arms around you.

The waves moved slowly, just enough to rock you both gently. Wet sand slipped beneath your feet now and then, grounding you to the moment.

What started as a swim quickly turned into cuddling in the ocean, letting your bodies adjust to the cold. Shinsou buried his nose in your hair after a second dive, inhaling the salty scent clinging to your strands. You brushed your lips across his chest, kissing him softly before licking the droplets from his skin.

“(Y/n),” he sighed above you.

“Hm?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

You smiled against his chest. “You already said that today.”

“I’m saying it again.”

His hands slid over your waist, slow and deliberate, until they cupped the soft swell of your ass. One hand slipped under your bikini bottom, gently kneading your flesh.

You sighed at the touch, the water somehow amplifying every sensation. He leaned down, catching your lips in a kiss. It started slow, sweet, the salt still clinging to both your faces. But it didn’t stay soft for long.

“Toshi…” you murmured.

“What is it?” he asked, lips moving along your jaw, down to the curve of your neck.

“Wait—what if someone sees us?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” he mumbled against your skin. “I want you.”

A purr slipped from your throat as he sucked on the sensitive spot just below your ear. Your hands slid down his wet back, fingers hooking on the waistband of his swim trunks.

“You sure?”

“It’ll be quick. I deserve something nice for coming here.”

You giggled, lowering his trunks just enough to free his growing erection.

Shinsou’s eyes fluttered shut as you wrapped a hand around him, stroking him slowly.

“Mmm, kitten. Always so good to me.”

Still waist-deep, you felt your bikini bottom tugged aside. The seawater rushed between your folds, making you gasp from the sudden sensation—especially when his fingers found your clit and started rubbing gentle, skillful circles.

Your breasts, hidden under the thick fabric of your bikini, rubbed against his bare chest, the friction making you squirm.

“So naughty,” he chuckled, barely holding it together as your hand pumped him just right.

“Toshi… please,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers pressed harder against your swollen bud.

Without warning, two fingers slid inside you, stretching you deliciously as your breath hitched in your throat. His pace was steady, teasing.

Up and down.

In and out.

Over and over.

“Fuck,” he groaned when your free hand cupped his balls.

“Hmm… sensitive much?” you teased, panting as you massaged them gently.

His answer? Curling his fingers at just the right angle—your head tipped back, a broken moan escaping your lips. He’d found your spot.

“There it is,” he grinned, working it with unrelenting precision.

You could feel your walls clench tighter around his fingers. In response, your grip on his cock tightened instinctively, making Shinsou growl low in his throat.

If it weren’t for the crashing waves, anyone nearby might’ve heard your desperate, breathy noises.

The water helped your bodies move fluidly, and not even the chill could cool the heat building inside you.

“I’m close, Toshi,” you breathed, hips rolling toward his touch.

Your strokes on him grew messy, clumsy, both of you chasing your highs.

“Let go, baby,” he said, voice thick with need as he neared his own release.

Like your body was listening to his command, you unraveled seconds later, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Shinsou wasn’t far behind, his cock twitching in your hand as he spilled into the water with sharp, forceful bursts.

You kept touching, milking each other through the aftershocks. Your legs trembled under the water, even as his thrusting fingers began to slow.

“Toshi,” you whimpered, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you stilled your hand. He was panting too.

“Jesus, kitten,” he laughed breathlessly, pulling his hand out of you and wrapping you in his arms again.

You stayed like that for a while—wet, warm, clinging to each other.

“Should we go back?” you asked after a long moment.

“Nah. I’m good here.”

You laughed into his chest, shifting to fix your bikini bottoms. Shinsou did the same with his trunks, and you both leaned back into each other, quietly basking in your little secret.

You lifted your chin to rest on his chest, and he looked down at you, violet eyes locking with yours. A lazy smile spread on his lips before he leaned in and kissed you gently.

“Hey, you two!” someone shouted from the beach. “We need players!”

Shinsou groaned, not even bothering to look. You giggled, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his again.

“Come on, Mr. Popular. Let’s go have some real fun.”

Reblogs are very appreciated, leave a comment ❤

[thatonegrimm]

Hello !! I love your writing style and the stories you write so so much, the one where manager!reader had to teach the boys how to use a phone was so so funny, thank you for writing :)

Could I request manager!reader getting jealous of the saja boys? It sounds so cliche but I really wanna see their manager getting all pouty and sulky when they see the boys interact with a fan or huntr/x in a specfic way!!

Maybe a fan was touching them too much to the point where its really becoming too excessive and their manager was starting to get pissed off but when they look back at the boys just smiling at said fan, they think 'Oh. Ok fine i was getting sll worked up over nothing wtv guys'. Or they see clips of saja boys x huntr/x getting all chummy and teasing eachother(or threatening to end one another), their manager feels ache in their heart and they cant quite distinguish the cause.

Anw!! thats my req :D sorry if its a little long</3 Make sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep btw!

HELLO!! 💖 First of all—thank you SO MUCH for your kind words!! Seriously, hearing that you loved the phone fic means the world to me 😭💕 I am honored to deliver manager!reader chaos at your service.

(Also thank you for the reminder to drink water—I desperately needed it)

🌙Saja Boys x Jealous!Manager Reader

It’s not personal. You’re just their manager. You just happen to want to throw a clipboard at anyone who touches them.

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🧿 Jinu

You’re watching the fan meeting from the sidelines, trying to stay focused on timing and cue cards.

Then it happens.

A fan leans in, gets too close, touches Jinu’s sleeve—twice. She giggles and brushes her fingers up his arm. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t recoil. Just gives that quiet, tight smile like he’s trying to be gracious.

You feel your stomach turn.

You glance back at your clipboard. Re-read the same sentence three times. Pretend not to see it when the fan puts a sticker on his cheek and he doesn’t even flinch.

You tell yourself it’s fine. He’s fine. This is your job.

Still, when he passes you afterward, your tone is short. Clipped. Tense.

“Make sure to sanitize before the next group.”

Jinu hesitates, then follows you. Quietly.

Later, backstage:

“Are you upset with me?” he asks gently.

“No. Just... managing things.”

He tilts his head. “You looked upset. When she touched me.”

You freeze.

He watches you for a second longer, then, voice lower:

“I didn’t enjoy it. You know that, right?”

You blink. “You smiled.”

“I was being polite. But if it had been anyone else, I’d have said something.”

Your heart skips.

“And if it had been you... I wouldn’t have needed to.”

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💪 Abby 

You’re doing post-show rounds when a fan wraps her arms around Abby like she knows him. Like they’re friends. Her hands press low against his back, lingering.

He hesitates—just a second—but his natural instinct kicks in. He smiles. Says thank you. Doesn’t pull away immediately.

You do.

“Okay, folks, let’s move it along,” you call out, voice a little too loud.

Abby doesn’t say anything at first.

But later, while you’re sorting backstage logistics, he appears next to you with two bottled waters and a slightly furrowed brow.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“You seemed... mad. When that fan hugged me.”

You pause. Avoid his eyes. “It was too much. That’s all.”

He’s quiet for a beat. Then offers the water like a peace offering.

“I didn’t like it either,” he says, almost shyly.

“You didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t want to make things weird. But I should’ve.”

Then—so softly you almost miss it:

“You always notice stuff like that. It makes me feel really... cared for.”

You blink.

He rubs the back of his neck. “Is it okay if I care back?”

You don’t answer. You just take the water—and let your fingers brush his on purpose.

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📚 Mystery 

You’re reviewing fan footage. Just checking social engagement. Totally normal manager stuff.

Then the clip plays.

Mystery standing beside Zoey during a group shoot. She nudges his shoulder. He smirks. She laughs. He looks at her like she said something clever, and your heart clenches.

You pause the video. Rewind. Watch it again.

“It’s fine,” you whisper to yourself. “It’s just work. They’re professionals.”

But something aches. The way he looked at her—it was barely a change, but you’ve watched him long enough to notice the difference.

You shut your laptop harder than necessary.

Later, while you’re handing out notes, he hovers beside you.

“Your energy’s off,” he murmurs.

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t push.

But that night, he finds you alone on the rooftop, headphones in. You pretend not to notice him until he sits beside you, silent.

“I don’t smile at them like I smile at you,” he says softly.

You freeze.

“I know you saw it. But it wasn’t the same.”

You don’t know what to say.

He leans in just slightly.

“If you want me to stop being close with them, I will.”

“Why?”

“Because I like how you look when you’re jealous. And I like how I feel when I see you watching.”

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💋 Romance 

You’ve always known Romance flirts. It’s his whole deal.

But there’s something different about the way he interacts with Huntrix. The banter with Mira. The way he tosses his head back laughing when Rumi calls him dramatic. The gentle way he calls Zoey “sunshine.”

It’s not fake. That’s what’s killing you.

You try to play it cool, but your answers get shorter. You dodge eye contact when he winks. You stop bantering back.

He notices.

Oh, he notices.

After a press event, he corners you near the exit, gaze sharp.

“You’re quieter lately.”

“Busy,” you lie.

“Liar,” he purrs, stepping closer. “You saw the videos, didn’t you?”

You shrug.

He leans in.

“You know none of them can get under my skin like you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mutter.

His smile fades for half a second.

Then he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, voice velvet and low:

“Then let me prove it. One night. No cameras. Just you and me. Say yes, and I’ll forget every name that isn’t yours.”

You pretend to scoff.

But your pulse is thundering.

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🔥 Baby

You know Baby gets fan attention. He’s got that whole dangerous-pretty-boy thing going.

But today? It crosses a line.

Someone flirts with him. Obvious. Bold. Says something that makes you blush just hearing it.

And Baby smirks back.

You feel like someone just hit you with a fire extinguisher to the chest.

You pretend not to care. Pretend not to flinch when they brush past you. Pretend not to feel that sting when he just stands there and lets it happen.

Later, you pull him aside. Not in anger—just to regroup. To reset.

“Be careful with that,” you say, quieter than usual.

“With what?”

“Flirting. Fans get attached.”

He watches you for a moment. Says nothing.

Then he pulls something out of his pocket. A note. Folded.

“They gave me this.”

You don’t look at it.

He drops it in the trash.

“I didn’t keep it. Didn’t want to.”

You blink.

He shrugs, scowling a little.

“Why would I, when you’re the only person who actually makes me feel anything?”

You open your mouth.

He walks away before you can reply.

Later, you find your name saved in his phone under “🔥 REAL ONE.”

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M-List

[some-pacas]

The missing scene of Cameron dealing with a hung over post anaphylactic shock Chase the morning after his bachelor party

we had a promise, babe

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It’s a sign of how badly off Chase truly is that he doesn’t so much as complain about being admitted. He vomits twice and falls into a fitful sleep in the ICU, Cameron watching his bag of IV fluids slowly drain, noting each breath, holding his hand so she can feel his pulse.

At first she had been furious. Foreman had alluded to just enough that she knew she had plenty to be angry about: Chase’s lack of Epi, doing something with a stripper to set off an oral reaction, his general carelessness, thoughtlessness, insensitivity, cruelty in being so stupid, in almost, almost —

It is comforting to lean into the anger: if she is angry, she does not need to give in to the terror she still feels, sick and icy in her veins: it isn’t fair, she keeps thinking. It isn’t fair, that he should almost have died. That Chase could die, that she would need to be reminded.

He sleeps fitfully, his breathing loud and difficult. She holds his hand, stroking her thumb over his palm. It isn’t fair. She has accepted that she loves him, that he loves her with an intensity that makes her breath catch. Accepting he could leave her, just like that —

But Chase sleeps for a long while, and Cameron finds she can’t sustain the anger. He looks awful, worn and pale and his skin blotchy and red; she eventually tries to fix his hair, runs her thumb against the grain of his stubble. Just this morning — a million years ago — he had jokingly threatened to grow a proper beard for the wedding.

He stirs just past two, as Nurse Franklin finishes her rounds; he wakes so quietly Cameron doesn’t notice, for a moment, his eyes are open, that he is watching her through his eyelashes. “You almost died,” she says, the moment she does.

He closes his eyes. Winces. “Can I have some water?” Exhaustion and sickness have thickened his accent; he is hard to understand. She has a cup ready and Chase struggles to sit up enough to sip.

“How’s your head?” She asks unkindly: he grunts and sinks back into the thin mattress of his bed. “You almost died,” she reminds him, reaching for that anger, the safety of outrage. “You didn’t have your Epi. You were doing god knows what —” Anger, she reminds herself. Anger. Outrage. Her mouth twitches; her eyes feel hot. “You’re lucky I’m not — you’re lucky.” Even furious, blinking back sudden tears, she can’t force herself to make some ultimatum, to threaten him: she chokes back a sudden sob.

It isn’t fair. He’s supposed to be the reliable one. He’s supposed to —

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. He tries to move to her, but he is too weak, too tangled in his own IV line: good, she thinks, wanting to punish him, wanting him to be as miserable and helpless as she is — “I’m going to throw up,” he adds quickly, alarm coloring his voice: medical training and muscle memory means she only just gets the sick tray to him in time.

After, she sits on the edge of his cot, lowers her upper body carefully so she is lying on his chest. She tries to keep her weight off him; she listens to the too-fast flutter of his heart. “I’m angry with you,” she reminds him as he awkwardly pets her hair with his free hand. She reminds herself.

“I know.”

“You’re going to tell me exactly how you had an oral allergic reaction,” she adds; his heart does not begin to race, he does not flinch guiltily, and she is slightly reassured.

“Okay,” he says, audibly wincing, and then, after a moment: “I’m sorry I scared you.”

She hates, sometimes, that he knows her so well, but right now Cameron finds it comforting. She leans heavily on him, resting more and more of her weight on his torso despite her better intentions. She is exhausted, worn out from stress and heartbreak and fear of the worst: he is alive. He is still alive. “You’re not allowed to leave me,” she tells him, with as much lingering anger as she can muster.

“I won’t,” he promises quietly, stroking her hair, his heart beating in her ear. “I never will.”

[linkenthusiast]

This contains Hyrule, Sky and Wild

Guide!Reader Tears

Pt 2!!

Hyrule

- he says he has no idea what to do but also immediately knows what to do.

- I have no doubt about it.

- he just has this comforting presence, one that keeps him humble yet so…friendly and calm and all of the above.

- he’d also most likely try and stay calm, like a doctor patient. If the doctor doesn’t freak out, less patients freak out.

- he would try to use his own abilities if he can, especially if you got hurt.

- he’s a little shy and nervous about it, does his best.

It was Hyrule’s shift during camp. The forest was silent and eerie, something that he learned to be comfortable and work his way around with his limited resources.

He’s glad he’s got so many companions, he remembers when his first journey started and you were his guide to an otherwise guide-less adventure. He grew comfortable with you and always wished to protect you at all costs.

Shuffling snapped Hyrule out of his thoughts, immediately looking at the direction in which the noise is coming from. Nothing.

Standing up, he walks a little closer, only to realize that the noise was sniffling, coming from your sleeping bag.

You were shaking, tears drenched your sleeping bag and your face in a desperate frown.

His instinct told him to wake you up, he wished he could protect you from your own dreams without doing so but it was an only option.

He whispered your name, once, twice, shaking your shoulders until you jolted up. Your breaths were shaky, your eyes wide and unfocused.

“Shhh, it’s okay— it— it was just a dream…” Hyrule attempted to calm you down, his voice low and soft. “It’s me, don’t worry, you aren’t in any danger.” He added, seeing as you were frantically looking around, like your whole world was ending. He placed his hand on your back and softly rubbed circles on it. You jerked a bit, looking at him in that instant with your puffy red eyes and nose.

“Hy—Link…?” You whispered. He didn’t mind his name, he just wanted you to calm down.

Without a second thought, your arms immediately wrapped around him and your tears flooded more, instead now into his tunic.

“Oh my days, you’re okay— you’re okay, thank god…oh my god…” your mumbles gave Hyrule a clue to what you might’ve dreamt about. In return he hugged you just as tightly, the tension in your body leaving you.

He relaxed a bit once you came down, realizing that you were falling back to your own slumber in his arms. He decided against letting you go, in case the dream returns—he didn’t mind, just that he might have to wake someone else up for when his shift is done.

The victim? Legend of course.

(Guys I love messing with Legend, sue me)

Sky

- honestly is a quiet listener— he knows that presence does a lot for a person.

- he wont say much either, he’s willing to listen if you want to talk but more often than not he’s a pillar.

- he’d let you rest your head on his shoulder, cry it all out. He’ll do something off to the side to pass the time.

You needed a hug—and Sky was the perfect person for it. Your tears were already welling up in your eyes as you found Sky sitting on the grass, leaning on a tree.

He’s carving something, the knife working through the piece of wood in his hand as it started taking form.

Your steps grab his attention, looking up he’s startled a bit by your tears. He takes a breath however, you always came to him for hugs, so he simply just opened his arms for you yo crawl your way into.

Once you were situated in his embrace, your tears rolling off your cheek as you sniffled, listening to his heartbeat.

He puts the wood carving to the side for the moment, replacing the hand movement to play with your hair. His other hand giving you a pat on your back. You’d talk if you wanted to.

Soon, you had calmed yourself, his heartbeat is a constant keeping you grounded. You took a peak out to see his wood carving back in his hands. You started watching with a daze and slight interest.

Sky, of course, notices. He keeps going.

Wild

- isn’t 100% sure of what to do, but he gets it.

- life gets super frustrating sometimes and this is just a moment of all emotions crashing down on you.

- but life has to go on

- if there was any way he’d cheer you up though, he’d do it instantly.

Wild had noticed something.

You. Of course.

Your regular prep in your step was gone. You dragged your feet, leaving dragged marks on the dirt. You curled in yourself. Your posture, arms crossed, head down.

It was— hard to watch you, someone always so optimistic— now so drained.

He wanted to do something for you. To put a smile on your face at least— he went out for a bit.

Soon he came back, your mood was unchanged but he didn’t think it would be so easily. His hands were suspiciously behind his back when he walked up to you.

“Hey— I have something for you.” He simply states.

You looked up at him questioningly, not really saying anything.

You felt a gasp leave you when Wild shows you what was in his hands—flowers. Plenty of them, all sorts of beautiful bright colours with a heavy fresh scent to them.

“Wild— what…?” Before you could even finish your question, Wild hands you the flowers and sits in front of you.

“Wanna help me make a flower crown??” He looked at you hopefully.

You’re looking at him dumbfounded, but smiled nonetheless. Your tears couldn’t help themselves from falling. You let out a giggle at Wild’s frantic reaction, not really understanding your tears.

You wiped them with your sleeve— “yeah, I’ll— I’ll help out.” You said, cracking a bit of a smile that relieved Wild.

[docholligay]

It's so hard when a story comes at it with completely different assumptions than you. The story calls what's going on with Rue love, and true love, and says that's enough to have saved Mytho. I can respect that the story is about that, and understand that, but it feels so meaningless to me. We found out what, like 2 episodes ago. that Rue even knew him when she was little. So we've had no time in invest in what he might mean to her, we're just supposed to take it on faith.

Not for the first time, I worry that this story is so caught up in the idea of its 'reveals' that it forgets that we need to be emotionally invested in what it asks us to care about, I would say 80% of the time I would prefer time to work on an idea to the surprise of it. A surprise can be done with EXTREME skill, but that's not always or even often the case.

Please note I have never seen this and am watching spoiler-free! Please don’t confirm, deny, or explain anything, even if it’s historical or cultural! Thank you! There is a discussion discord here for all your spoilery needs!