#never look back walk tall act fine etc etc

[divorcedwife]

in walked luck and you looked in time

[melosliving]

I have a request. First real hook up session with Aaron. Just sexy sexy making out, grabbing and etc. Both breathless. Nothing much

so sorry for the delay !!!! I felt free to begin the ask with an argument, I hope you’ll like it bb !

Aaron pierre x reader

warnings : argument, heavy make out session, sexy sexy

The argument had been brewing all day, and you���d finally had enough. Aaron leaned against the counter, his broad shoulders tense, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. He hadn’t said much during dinner, just short responses and sharp glances, and you could only take so much of the passive-aggressive energy.

“Do you have a problem, Aaron?” you snapped, slamming the cabinet door shut after grabbing a glass. You filled it with water, taking a moment to steady yourself before you turned to face him. “You’ve been in a mood all damn day. If something’s wrong, just say it.”

He scoffed, a short, humorless sound that immediately set your teeth on edge. “It’s Aaron now ? It’s not like you’d actually listen, though, is it?” His British accent made the words sound calm on the surface, but the sharp edge in his tone cut deep.

You froze, your glass pausing halfway to your lips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what I said,” he bit out, his eyes narrowing as they met yours. “You’re always so quick to jump in with your opinions. Can’t ever just let me talk without getting defensive.”

A bitter laugh escaped your throat before you could stop it. “Defensive? Aaron, you barely talk at all. You shut down, brood, and act like I’m supposed to read your damn mind. And I’m the problem?”

“Because every time I try to tell you something, you act like it’s my fault for even bringing it up!” His voice rose slightly as he pushed off the counter, his tall frame towering over you now. “It’s exhausting. I’m trying to have a real conversation with someone who won’t even meet me halfway.”

Wow. Your eyebrows shot up, your anger rising with every word. “Meet you halfway?” You slammed the glass down on the counter. “You never say what’s on your mind, Aaron! You hold everything in, and then when you finally let it out, you act like you’re doing me a favor.”

“And you don’t make it easy!” he shot back, stepping closer. The heat in his voice was matched by the intensity in his eyes. “Every time we argue, it’s like you’re trying to win. You don’t even stop to think about what I’m saying. It’s always about proving a point with you.”

“Because you make me feel like I have*to,” you fired back, the words coming faster now, fueled by the frustration bubbling over. “You walk around with this whole ‘I’m too cool to care’ act, and then the second I call you out on it, you flip the script and make it about me!”

His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling as he stared you down. The air between you was thick, electric, like a storm about to break. “You think I don’t care?” he said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. “You think I’m just walking around here not giving a shit about you, about us?”

“You sure as hell don’t act like it!” you shot back, your voice trembling now. “Half the time, I don’t even know what you’re thinking. You just shut me out, Aaron. And then you stand there and blame me for not knowing what’s going on with you.” There was a long pause, the two of you locked in a silent standoff. His jaw ticked as he stared at you, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears.

“You drive me mad,” he said finally, his voice rough. He took a slow step forward, his eyes locked on yours. “You push every single one of my buttons, and then you wonder why I can’t just sit here and smile like everything’s fine.”

“Maybe if you didn’t bottle everything up until you exploded, we wouldn’t have to argue like this,” you shot back, but your voice lacked the venom it had before. His presence was overwhelming, his warmth radiating off him as he closed the space between you.

“And maybe,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur as he stepped closer, “if you stopped trying to control every damn thing, you’d see how much I’m trying.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a single word out, his hands were on your waist, pulling you into him as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hard, almost bruising, and it stole the breath right out of your lungs.

You froze for a moment, caught off guard, but then your body melted into his. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened. His tongue slid against yours, hot and demanding, and a low groan rumbled in his chest when you tugged on his curls.

His hands slid down your waist to your hips, gripping tightly as he backed you against the counter. His body pressed firmly against yours, and you could feel the heat of him, the hard lines of his chest and the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

“Baby,” you whispered when his lips left yours to trail down your jaw and to your neck. The soft scrape of his beard sent a shiver down your spine, and your head tilted back, giving him more access.

“I’m baby again now ? What do you want ?” he murmured against your skin, his hands slipping beneath your shirt to grip the bare skin of your waist. His thumbs stroked slow, teasing circles, and your breath hitched as you arched into him. “We’re still arguing,” you managed, though your voice came out shaky.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rough in your ear. “Doesn’t feel like it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear before biting down gently.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he lifted you onto the counter, his body slotting between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing your legs apart as his lips found yours again, this time slower, deeper, like he had all the time in the world.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours. His hands stayed on your thighs, warm and steady, grounding you.

“You make me crazy,” he admitted, his voice soft but raw. “You’re the one making me crazy,” you shot back, though your voice had no heat left.

His lips twitched into a small smile, his teeth still appearing as he leaned in, his breath brushing against your lips. “Guess we’re both mad, then.”

And as his lips met yours again, softer this time but no less consuming, the tension between you melted away, leaving only the heat of the moment and the undeniable pull between you.

@ melosliving 2025

[hannieehaee]

Hi, I think it would be interesting if you did too the pov of the member masturbating, from that hc with another member gf

masturbating to another member's gf

content: smut, masturbation, mentions of afab reader, second hand embarrassment, etc.

wc: 1619

a/n: a few people requested this sorry i took so long</3

masterlist

seungcheol -

vernon was practically his little brother, of course seungcheol never meant to look at his pretty girlfriend in a way any more than innocent. it hadnt been his fault that he had accidentally walked in on the two of you having sex that one time. even after the awkward aftermath of the event, cheol couldnt get the image of your nude body out of his mind. how could he when you looked and sounded so gorgeous as vernon took care of you? you soon became the main character of his fantasies, making him helpless in breathing out your name every so often when he'd jack off late at night. it seemed karma was real, though, as he became the next person to be caught in a compromising position, and by you and your boyfriend nonetheless.

jeonghan -

jeonghan was the epitome of thinking quick on his feet. due to this, people always saw him as a guy with great intellect, rarely ever caught off guard. this ability did not, however, translate over to when he was in deep slumber. he had no idea that he had been inadvertently moaning out your name these past few nights as he shared a room with you and chan due to a shortage of rooms at the resort the group had been renting out for the week. unaware, but having soaked his boxers with cum, he was mortified to realize that his sex dream had been evident to more than just himself.

joshua -

by some strange act of god, soonyoung had somehow scored who joshua thought to be one of the prettiest girls he had ever laid eyes on; you. now, joshua was a respectable man, with some of the best manners anyone had ever seen. this, however, did not prevent a few perverted thoughts from plaguing his mind late at night when nothing seemed to get him off. it was in these occasions that he thought back to you and how pretty you looked that specific day, quietly groaning your name in hopes that no one would hear him. sadly, this occurrence became a bit more common than planned, and soonyoung was already aware of this depraved habit of joshua's. feeling a bit embarrassed for the guy, he chose to keep it to himself, simply being a little extra touchy with you whenever joshua was around to assert his dominance in a subtle way.

jun -

he was an actor for fuck's sakes, so why was it so hard for him to put on a face whenever you were around? and why the hell was his cock just not cooperating with him? it's not like he'd never seen a pretty girl in a bikini before, so why was his dick so damn tall and proud at the sight of you getting sunscreen applied to your back (all the way to your ass) by seungcheol? there was no way he could let anyone see his boner, so the best solution had been to lock himself in the restroom and jerk one off. it wouldve all been discreet and entirely fine if it hadnt been for you walking by later on, coming in upon hearing him call your name, seungcheol trailing right behind you. yeah, that's when he knew he was thoroughly fucked.

soonyoung -

he swore he hadnt meant to let his mind wander so far off. he'd never want to make neither you nor jihoon feel uncomfortable because of him, it was just that ... fuck, you were so fucking pretty. usually soonyoung would leave the jacking off for whenever he was home and alone, but it just so happened that you looked so soft and pretty earlier when he'd walked into jihoon's studio and found you sleeping on the couch, tiny little tank top allowing him to see your mushed tits as you breathed softly. running to the nearest bathroom to jack off had merely been a survival tactic, he just hadnt expected jihoon to have been on the other stall, hearing every low groan of your name he let out ...

wonwoo -

when you had decided to join the guys on vacation to a secluded resort, wonwoo hadn't expected you to be so liberal in your use of bathing suits. i mean, it was practically lingerie! not that he wanted to shame you or anything, but you were making his life far too difficult. difficult enough for him to not be able to hold back and jerk one off after spending hours next to you, almost in the nude. the most unfortunate bit, though, had been the realization the next morning that your boyfriend jun had heard him, and now he would have to deal with his teasing for the rest of the vacation.

jihoon -

despite the shame he felt at it, jacking off to the thought of you had sort of become a regular occurrence for jihoon. whether he simply pictured you in his head or used some of your instagram photos for inspiration, this was something he did at least once a week. but it all came to an abrupt halt the day mingyu had stormed into his studio without warning, catching jihoon red handed as his hand played under his sweats and his phone shone with a pretty picture of you on display. it was safe to say that this would be the last time he ever thought of you in such way, too mortified by mingyu's constant complaints about it ever since.

seokmin -

seokmin had always been quite sensitive when it came to becoming aroused. it was the easiest thing for him to get hard, specially when the source of his desire was as delectable as joshua's girlfriend. maybe it was the proximity he had with you as joshua brought you along on tour, but you were simply causing him far too many boners to be considered normal. at some point, it had become a nuisance to him how often he'd have to interrupt his daily schedule to rub one off. it got so bad to the point where he'd been caught by a few members already, though thankfully it had been before he got really into it, murmuring your name under his breath when he was about to finish. sadly, however, this streak of not being caught did not last too long, leading to a very awkward encounter as joshua walked into his room unsuspecting, in search of dk's camera but instead finding him groaning his girlfriend's name as he stroked himself.

mingyu -

mingyu knew he shouldve denied minghao's offer to tag along with the two of you on a short stay to los angeles. but could he really be blamed? he loved la's scene and loved spending time with his friend. what he did not take into account was how thin walls were in america, meaning that he'd have to go to bed being able to hear the two of you through the walls night after night, unknowing in the fact that you could also hear him loud and clear as he jerked off, groaning your name in sync with your own moans of minghao's name.

minghao -

as composed and well put together as minghao was, he did carry some weaknesses, with you being the biggest one as of late. it all started when you had joined the boys at the gym a few weeks ago, donning some tiny spandex and a sports bra, drenched in sweat and with a heavy breath to match. the sight left nothing to minghao's imagination, causing you to become a recurring dream of his. sadly, his weakness for you did not remain a secret for long, as he lost sight of himself masturbating to the thought of you just as seungkwan walked by his door, catching an earful of your name being moaned by another man. this led to a loud gasp from seungkwan and a very inconvenient interruption of minghao's gratification, now having to deal with an scandalized seungkwan instead.

seungkwan -

of course a boy as handsome as wonwoo would score someone as pretty as you. it just made sense to seungkwan. however, your status as wonwoo's girlfriend still did not prevent seungkwan's mind from wandering any time you'd stay over at the dorms, coming down to the kitchen in nothing but a bralette and wonwoo's boxers, flaunting all the beauty seungkwan fantasized about at night. and unfortunately for everyone involved, his fantasies could sometimes be a bit loud, leading both you and wonwoo to hear him through the wall late at night, opting to ignore the situation as to not embarrass the poor boy.

vernon -

having one of his best friends walk in on him as he jerked off to one particularly racy picture you had posted a few weeks back was not something vernon ever expected, yet here he was, dick in hand as dokyeom yelled in surprise at the sight. after a very long and exasperated conversation that consisted of endless apologies from him and exaggerated scoldings from seokmin, the two of them decided to never bring up this incident ever again.

chan -

chan knew it was wrong the first time he had jacked off with you in mind. you were jeonghan's girlfriend, of course it was wrong. but his horniness overtook his critical thinking, which led him to the most embarrassing moment of his life. not only had you walked into the room at hearing him call out your name, but your boyfriend was trailing right behind you. despite seeing a mocking smile on his friend's face at the sight, he saw a shocked and blushy expression in you, which was something that would cause him second hand embarrassment every time he thought back to that moment.

[amourane]

HIHI I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR FICS WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND WOW YOU WRITE SUPER GOOD. And I wanted to send in a request if that’s cool with you! here I go!

Could I request Sirius Black with a Male! (or GN! I prefer a male reader if that’s fine!) S/O who’s very tall and is really popular around the school? bonus if they dress in alternative and emo/scene clothing ? maybe for starters, the reader likes sirius a lot and they buy him drinks, snacks, etc bc they don’t rlly know how to tell him that they like him? and then confesses randomly during one of their little hang out sessions ??

I understand if you can’t do this or anything, feel free to decline this if you’d like! thank you so much and have a good day/or night.

and what if i do?

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

w/c: 1k

summary: you and sirius black were enamoured by one another and everyone was just waiting for you to admit it.

warnings: none!

a/n: thank you so so much for the request! i tried to write it the best as i could, i hope you enjoy <3

There were many things that piqued Sirius Black’s interest but you were the most important. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you. Maybe it was the way your hair fell in your eyes or the way your laugh seemed to echo off every wall in the room or maybe it was the way whenever you looked at him he felt his cheeks flush a subtle pink. Whatever it was it drew him towards you as if he was a moth to a flame.

Sirius Black didn’t get crushes often but when he did fall he fell hard and that’s exactly what happened. He had approached you with the notion of copying some of your notes for Charms at first but when he saw the way your lips curved into that dreamy smile he forgot what he was going to say. 

There weren’t many times he went speechless yet whenever he was confronted with you nothing but a spew of incoherent mumbles would slip out of his mouth before he would disappear from embarrassment. His friends had teased him relentlessly at his newfound crush, mocking the way he would turn into a blithering idiot in front of you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius you had just a big of a crush. Every time he approached you you couldn’t help the grin that would tug at your lips. You had fancied him for a while and it made butterflies shoot in your stomach whenever his cheeks would dust in that pretty pink shade. 

You wouldn’t consider yourself popular by any means yet the majority of Hogwarts begged to differ. You never knew why so many people liked you but you guessed you drew attention to yourself in the best way possible. Your friends had tried to get you to understand the influence you had but you often found yourself zoning out to think about a certain boy instead.

It wasn’t long before Sirius finally mustered up the courage to talk to you without stumbling over his words. You simply watched the curly headed boy nervously try and initiate a conversation, a smile playing at your lips. It was out of character for the Sirius Black to act this way but you enjoyed it.

From then on a friendship blossomed. The two of you bonded over late night conversations and shared interests. The attraction between the two of you only grew stronger and everyone in Hogwarts knew about the mutual feelings you both had for each other, everyone but you and Sirius it seemed. 

It was in the late hours in the evening that you bumped into Sirius Black alone. You had been aimlessly walking back to your dorm after a study session in the library when you turned the corner to meet the face of the Gryffindor. 

“Hey Y/n, mind if I join you?” Sirius greeted you with a smile and the familiar expression made your heart flutter.

You couldn't help but return the smile, the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "Not at all. What brings you wandering the halls at this hour?"

He shrugged casually, falling into step beside you. "Just needed a break from the chaos. James was plotting another disastrous way to get Evans’ attention and I really couldn’t take anymore of his ranting. Plus, I figured I might bump into you." He threw you a flirty wink and you felt your own face heat up.

In the few weeks that you had known each other Sirius Black had definitely warmed up to you. Gone was the nervous nature, now replaced with a more flirty, more playful Sirius Black. Not that you minded of course. 

“Well it’s good that you did. I’ve been meaning to give you something.” You produced a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the depths of your pocket, holding it out to him with a sheepish grin. "I noticed you like these, so I thought I'd grab you some.”

Sirius accepted your gift with a chuckle. “Merlin Y/n, with all these gifts you’re going to make me think you fancy me or something.”

You didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter. 

It was true. You had been showering Sirius with gifts, from chocolate frogs to bottles of firewhisky. It seemed as though your pockets were endless as you gave him a new present every day with a grin on your face. His reactions were your favourite. The bright smile and twinkling eyes. You loved the way he would look at you and it simply made your heart pound.

It started out when you had planned to ask him out with a bag of fizzing whizzbees in your hand but you chickened out last minute and simply shoved the sweets in his hand before darting away. Ever since then you had bought gifts in hopes that you would eventually tell him how you felt.

“What if I do?” 

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about what you said. Sirius stilled. It was too late to take the words back now so you might as well go through with it. 

“What if I do fancy you? Would that be a bad thing?”

Sirius’ eyes widened and you saw the way his expression was momentarily caught between shock and disbelief. You held your breath hoping that the pounding of your heart didn’t give you away.

But then, to your relief, a slow grin spread across Sirius' face, his eyes alight with amusement and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"Well, in that case," He said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief, "I suppose I'd have to say I fancy you too."

The world stopped. Your heart leaped in your chest, a surge of euphoria coursing through your veins. A feeling you couldn’t describe consumed you and you felt as though you were dreaming.

“You do?” You croaked out in disbelief still not fully registering what he just said. 

“Of course I do.” Sirius grinned and now you could see the blush that had made its way onto his face. “Godric, how could I not Y/n? You’re smart and funny and just…just really fucking incredible.”

His words allowed warmth to flood into your body and you beamed at him. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a sweet and tender kiss. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you wanted to stay with Sirius Black forever.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Sweet Delights (Colin & Penelope AU)

Hello! I have no idea how many people are going to see this. So if you've followed me for awhile, hi, I'm back. Sort of! And if you're new, hi!

It's been 8 months since I've written and posted anything due to too much stress and writers block. But yesterday I saw that @the-slumberparty was hosting a summer event and I looked at the prompts and it just seemed like fun.

I chose Cookie Dough (bakery AU) with Cherries (meet cute) and paired it with a modern day AU Bridgerton.

Title: Sweet Delights

Fandom: Bridgerton AU & Modern

Pairing: AU Colin Bridgerton x AU Penelope Featherington

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Author's Note: The characters are the following ages, Colin - 33, Daphne - 32, Penelope - 28, Felicity - 21 (she's the youngest Featherington sister in the books)

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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"The things I do for you," Colin Bridgerton mumbled as he walked down the street with his sister Daphne.

She shot him a peevish look before replying, "And who else was I supposed to ask to go with me to sample cake for mum's party?"

Colin considered that for a second before sighing. She was right, damnit. Of all eight Bridgerton siblings, his palette was the most like their mothers. Not to mention the fact that he was always hungry.

"Here we are," Daphne said, gesturing to a sign that read 'Sweet Delights'.

Ever the gentleman, Colin opened the door for his sister and let her enter before he followed.

A tall, skinny redhead was behind the counter and Colin opted to stand to the side, letting his sister introduce herself. He let his eyes wander around the shop, taking in the mix of modern and antique decor.

Spotting a frame with several news clippings, he wandered over to look at it. Learning that the shop had been in this building since just after World War II and the original owner, Penelope Thomas, had recently retired and sold the business to her granddaughter, Penelope Featherington. Both women were pictured side by side and Colin felt drawn to the younger one despite knowing he'd never met her before.

"Colin," he heard his sister call.

Colin turned and collided with someone.

There was a shriek and then cakes went flying.

Acting on pure instinct, Colin grabbed the woman, trying to steady them both, but then his foot slipped on frosting and he felt himself falling, the woman with him.

They landed with a crash, the woman landing on top of him as cake splatted to the ground around them.

"Oh my god," the woman said once everything was silent. "Oh my god. I am so -"

Colin opened his eyes and found the woman, Penelope, from the clippings, laying on top of him.

"Are you alright?" Daphne's worried voice reached Colin's ears.

"I'm fine," Colin assured her. "Are you ok?" His eyes met Penelope's and felt his heart skip a beat.

"Y- yes," she replied. Her eyes remained locked with his for a second before she shook her head, as if finally remembering that she was on top of him in the middle of the floor. "Oh my god."

"Careful!" the other redhead exclaimed. "There's cake and frosting everywhere."

Then she and Daphne were there and helped Penelope untangle herself without making things worse.

Finally, Colin sat up and rubbed the back of his head, only to pull his hand away and find red.

He tilted his head and studied the substance that clearly wasn't blood. Bringing his hand to his face, he sniffed it.

"Colin?" his sister asked, concerned.

"It's strawberry coulis," Colin and Penelope said at the same time.

—

Most of the time, Penelope Featherington felt like she was the owner of a bake shop. But there were sometimes when she felt anything but.

Today was one of those days. It felt like nothing had gone right all day.

Then, to top it all off, her younger sister, Felicity, had forgotten to tell her that she'd scheduled a last minute cake tasting for a new customer named Daphne Basset.

Penelope had had exactly twenty minutes before the appointment to scramble everything together, thankful that most of their flavor combinations were featured in their cupcakes, before the appointment.

She heard the bell on the door jingle as she put the last cupcake on the tray and breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a minute to clean herself up and then left the kitchen with the tray of samples.

Everything was fine for the first five and a half steps. She saw the woman talking to Felicity and then saw the man looking at the news clippings. She couldn't see his face, but he was tall and had gorgeous chestnut hair that she just wanted to run her fingers through.

"Colin?" The voice came out of nowhere and he turned unexpectedly.

She tried to avoid the collision, but it likely made the situation worse. Her overcorrection had left her unbalanced and he'd tried to save her, but it had led to them both ending up on the floor.

She'd landed on top of him, all her wobbly bits pressed against his solid body. His strong arms wrapped around her, still holding her close.

"Oh my god," she said, once the room had fallen silent. "Oh my god." She felt his hands drop from around her. "I am so -" 

"Are you alright?" the woman's worried voice asked, interrupting her. Penelope assumed she had to be Daphne Basset.

"I'm fine." She could feel the vibration of his words as he assured his companion before he asked her, "Are you ok?"

Their eyes met and the anger that Penelope had suspected to see wasn't there. Instead, his eyes were filled with nothing but kindness and a hit of surprise. There was something else in his look, but Penelope wasn't sure how to interpret it.

"Y- yes," she stammered, unable to pull her eyes from his. There was something about him that seemed so familiar and yet different all at the same time. Then she remembered where she was. On top of him in the middle of her bakery. "Oh my god."

She started to push herself off him, but stopped when she heard Felicity call out, "Careful!"

Between Felicity and Daphne, they helped Penelope get up without causing more damage to herself, Colin or the bake shop.

Once she was on her feet, Penelope surveyed the damage. All of the cupcakes had been ruined and they'd managed to smash a few under them when they fell.

"Colin?"

Hearing the concern in Daphne's voice, Penelope shifted her gaze to Colin who was studying something red in his hand.

Her eyes dropped back to the floor where they'd been just moments before and saw the chocolate cupcake with the chocolate mousse cupcake where his head had been. It was smashed and its filling had oozed out. 

"It's strawberry coulis," Colin and Penelope said at the same time.

—

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, concern still laced in her voice.

"I'm fine, Daph," he sighed. Then, turning to the other women, said, "Sisters, am I right?"

"Older or younger?" the one that wasn't Penelope asked.

"Younger," Colin and Daphne echoed.

"Definitely a you problem then," the young woman said with a smirk. "Us younger sisters never do anything wrong, isn't that right, Penelope?"

Colin smiled when he saw Penelope roll her eyes at her younger sister. He chose to ignore what that might mean.

With his eyes on Penelope, he saw her straighten her shoulders and turn to Daphne. "I am so sorry about this," she apologized and gestured to the mess around them. "If you choose us to make the cake for your party, it will be on the house."

"That is very kind of you, but we insist on paying," Daphne told her.

"They're Eloise's siblings," her younger sister explained. "Bridgerton."

The unease in Penelope's stance all but vanished. "You're Eloise's siblings?" she repeated.

Colin felt her eyes on him as she studied him and then Daphne. Then she nodded and said, "Yes. I see the resemblance now."

"You know Eloise?" he asked. He hadn't known that, but evidently Daphne had.

"She and her sisters went to the school as we did," Daphne told him. "Eloise and Penelope were in the same year and were roommates at one point."

"Our last year," Penelope supplied. "We've lost touch in the years since, I'm afraid."

Her sister cleared her throat, forcing all the attention to her. "It's just that, if Mr. Bridgerton has coulis in his hair, he'll likely want to wash it out as soon as possible. It is quite sticky."

"She's right," Daphne said with a sigh. "And we drove together, too. I guess we'll have to reschedule."

"Actually, Penelope's apartment is just up the stairs," the younger sister said. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if Mr. Bridgerton wanted to rinse off. Especially not since she, herself, needs to go upstairs and change."

—

If looks could kill, Felicity would be dead from the glare that Penelope shot her sister.

"Oh, that would be splendid!" Daphne exclaimed. "And while they do that, I can help you clean, Felicity."

Penelope blinked and shook her head confused. This was her bake shop, since when did her sister call the shots?

"Just go, Pen," Felicity said, waving her towards the kitchen and the stairs beyond it. "By the time you two come back down, this place will be clean and we can start over."

Penelope sighed and turned to Colin. "Come with me, I guess," she said.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can call for a taxi," he told her once they were alone in the kitchen. "It's no trouble." Then he tossed her a smirk and said, "After all, I have four younger sisters. I know how managing they can be."

Penelope studied him for a moment, giving herself time to decide. She knew two of his sisters, Eloise and Francesca, quite well and given everything that had transpired in the last fifteen minutes, she still felt comfortable in his presence.

"Come along," she said. "I think I still have some stuff my ex left here that you can wear." She paused and asked, "Assuming you don't have anything against wearing vegan, cruelty free clothing."

Colin paused and tilted his head, giving her a confused look. "Is there really such a thing?" he asked.

"According to my ex there is," she replied and then cringed. She and Alfred, never Alfie, Debling had been broken up for six months and here she was talking about him like a love sick fool. She stopped suddenly on the stairs and turned to face Colin, who was two steps behind her, but they were nearly face to face because of the difference. "I'm not hung up on my ex. I just like facts and facts are easy."

Colin tilted his head again and she wasn't sure if she found it adorable or annoying. "I like facts, too," he finally said.

Penelope took a breath, nodded her head and then continued up the stairs. She unlocked her apartment door and then stepped aside to let him in.

"The bathroom is right there," she pointed to one of the few doors in the apartment. "I'm afraid all of my stuff is rather girly," she apologized. "But you're welcome to use any of it."

"It's better than strawberry coulis, I'm sure," Colin said. "The clothes?"

"Oh right," she said and then, because it was established they both liked facts, added, "I know I said they were my ex's, but I bought them on sale and then we broke up, so they were never actually his. It was just too late to return them."

—

Colin tried not to look, but he found it impossible not to as Penelope got down on her hands and knees to pull a box out from under her bed.

She had a nice ass.

He'd noticed it on the stairs and had been caught completely off guard when she'd spun around suddenly. If she'd caught him staring, she hadn't said anything.

"I know they're here somewhere," she said, her ass in the air as she searched.

Colin opened his mouth to respond, but wasn't sure what one was supposed to say in such a situation.

'Take your time' seemed indecent, especially since his eyes kept going to her butt.

'I'm in no rush' was a lie, he could feel the stickiness on the back of his neck.

"Ah ha!" she exclaimed. "Found them!"

Colin watched as she shoved the box back under her bed. Then he quickly averted his gaze as she stood up and made her way to him.

"Here you go," she said, holding them out. "And you can just keep them. I don't have any use for them."

"Thank you," he replied. Then gestured to the bathroom. "I'll just…"

"Oh yes, of course," she said. "And I'll change, too. But over there." She pointed to an old-fashioned privacy screen. "Uh, enjoy your shower." Then she cringed.

"Thanks," he said before giving her what he hoped was a friendly smile.

He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

He gotten as far as removing his shirt when there was a knock.

"I, uh, have a bag for your clothes," she said from the other side.

Colin glanced at himself in the mirror and then decided 'why the hell not' and opened the door.

—

Penelope had expected him to just open the door enough to accept the bag, but when he opened it fully and revealed his chests, she visibly swallowed.

Her eyes traveled up from his trim waist, up to his toned pecs and, finally, up to his face. Where she saw a heated look staring back at her.

"Here's the bag," she said quickly and then hurried away from the door, wishing like hell that she didn't live in a studio apartment.

A second later, the bathroom door closed and she waited until she heard the water turn on before she made her way to the antique privacy screen.

There was a wicked part of her brain that told her to just barge into the bathroom and kiss Colin Bridgerton and give into the desire that was evidently building between them. But the cautious side of her brain, the part that had been ever present and nagged while she was dating Alfred, told her to proceed with caution.

There was no unease, she realized as she changed clothes. When she'd dated Alfie, as Felicity loved to call him these days, there had been a sense of unease at every turn.

They'd only dated for less than a year, but he'd constantly been asking her to change herself and her world while expecting her to accept him exactly as he was. The turning point had come when he'd all but demanded she abandon her grandmother's tried and true recipes and convert the bakery to an exclusively vegan and gluten free one.

That's when she had realized that she would never be good enough for him. There would always be parts of her life that he'd expect her to change to please him. That she wasn't good enough just being herself.

Stepping out behind the privacy screen, Penelope studied the bathroom door. While she'd only just met Colin, she knew about him and his family. While Eloise hadn't spoken a lot about her family, per say, they'd been classmates from the ages of 11 to 18 and she could recall a story or two about the Bridgerton older brothers.

—

Strawberry coulie free, Colin stepped out of the bathroom wearing the gifted joggers and hoodie. They were a little loose on him, but otherwise were comfortable.

Feeling eyes on him, he looked up and caught Penelope looking at him. When her cheeks started to redden, he tilted his head and studied her.

"Why do you do that?" she asked him. "Tilt your head when you look at me?"

"I dunno," he said. "I didn't even realize I was doing it. I guess, I just find you intriguing."

"Is that a good thing?" she asked him. She hadn't moved from her position about ten feet away from him.

"Yes."

They stood silently for a moment before she gestured to the stairs. "I suppose we should go help our sisters."

They made their way back down the stairs, but instead of finding their sisters, they found a note on the workbench.

Penelope read it and then handed it to him.

Pen,

Daphne forgot she had dinner plans with her husband tonight and I have a date. You and Colin will need to finalize the flavors tonight. The party is next week.

Felicity

"This has Daphne written all over it," Colin accused. "I'm sorry about this. My sister is happily married and thinks everyone else should be too."

"Don't blame your sister entirely," Penelope said, shaking her head. "Felicity isn't innocent in this."

"Younger sisters, am I right?" Colin echoed his sentiment from earlier, which had the desired effect, making Penelope smile. "Tell me how I can help."

—

"Tell me how I can help," Colin's voice reverberated in her mind.

Alfie had never offered to help. Not even when the shop was in a rush and he was waiting for her to close for the day. He'd just sit at the table in the corner and read.

Propelled by some source within her, Penelope closed the difference, wrapped her arm around Colin's neck and pulled his face towards hers and kissed him. It took a second, but soon his arms were around her and he was kissing her back.

It was the first kiss she had always dreamed of and more.

She saw fireworks.

She felt sparks.

But more than anything, she felt wanted.

When they finally broke apart, Colin rested his forehead against hers and they stared at each other while they caught their breath.

—

One Year Later

"Colin!" Penelope shrieked as he dipped his finger into the strawberry coulis. "That's for your mum's cake!"

"She'll never know," he replied before he licked finger clean.

He knew that Penelope knew that he knew she was watching his tongue closely as he cleaned his finger.

"Colin," she said in a faux warning tone.

"Penelope," he replied in a mocking tone.

Then he grinned and dipped his finger again, this time he held it out to her.

Her eyes met his and he tilted his head, daring her to join his game.

His mother's party was until tomorrow evening, which meant he could help Penelope decorate the cake, and make more coulis, in the morning.

"Penelope," he said in a seductive tone.

"Colin," she replied in the same tone. Then she took his hand and licked the strawberry coulis off his finger, swirling her tongue in the devastating manner that she knew would completely undo him.

"You have five minutes to clean up," he told her once she released his finger. "And then I'm either taking you on the workbench or carrying you upstairs."

She only needed four and they left a trail of clothing going up the stairs.

[nescaveckwriter]

Finding Hope - Warnings, Bruises & Apologies (Part 2) 🩷

Prompt: Bruises - will be in bold,😱

A/N: YAY! My second one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, I'm pretty excited about this chapter, it is one heck of a rollercoaster, 😋 buckle up babes😱

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2589 😅

Chapter Name: Warnings, Bruises & Apologies (Part Two)

"In my office now!" His voice fills the space ,anger and irritation evident. Knowing she'll probably be yelled at, she walks in. He barely looked at her "Close the door now!" Doing as he asked, standing in front of the tall dark haired man, with his cold expression. 

"Agent Lang!" He clears his throat.

"Sir?" Holding her breath 

"What the hell, were you thinking"

"Sir I..." Getting interrupted by Hotch. "Did I say you could speak, I'm not done" just nodding her head, keeping quiet.

He looks at the woman in front of him, trying to remain calm, but struggling. "You have disobeyed a direct order, you have put yourself in danger, you have .." 

Interrupting him "Listen Sir, I just did what I needed to do, if I haven't followed him, he would have killed his ex wife"

His fist hitting the desk, "Agent Lang, you could have gotten yourself killed, we were still busy profiling the suspect and you just went ahead on your own"

"Sir, I just had a feeling it was the construction worker"

"A feeling, a hunch, you're an Agent you work with evidence..." His nostrils flared.

Her green eyes pierced his "look if I hadn't showed up that 6 month old baby boy, would've grown up never knowing his mother, so yeah, I'm not sorry"

He glared at the short woman "Your not sorry? If we hadn't shown up, you ... You could have been gravely injured, the unsub were beating you with a damn hammer"

"I'll admit that he did, but at least he didn't get to kill his intended victim" she gets cut off.

"Are you even listening? I want a detailed report on my desk first thing in the morning, and this" pointing his finger towards her "this is your first warning, your a loose cannon, Agent Lang, get your act together, you need to do better" he shows to the door "close the door behind you" she didn't back down,she didn’t apologise, no she just walked out with the same damn confidence she entered his life.

Running his hand over his face, sighing this woman is different from most agents he worked with. A hunch? Where have you ever heard of such a thing? He needs to find out more about her, opening his laptop he starts to search for her file.

As she walked through the door, the emotion caught in her throat, she was filled with anger, sadness and fear, towards Aaron Hotch who just yelled at her, towards the suspect who almost had overpowered her, beating her, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to get the image, the feeling of herself feeling so weak, so fragile in that moment out of her mind.

Plunging down to her chair, inhaling some air, closing her eyes, for a mere second, wanting to kick herself for messing up, if only she weren't this impulsive, if only she could listen to authority better, if only she could follow commands, if only, if only, her palm hitting the edge of the desk, muttering to herself "my whole damn life has been a what if"

The 6ft3 man stood behind her, cup of steaming hot camomile tea in his hand, wondering what ever could she mean by that, he knew what she's done, was irresponsible, and Hotch had a good reason for being angry, but something about her, makes him want to console her, maybe comfort her. He began to speak. "Edi?"

Her eyes opened, turning in her chair looking up at him, "Dr. Reid, can I help you?"

He smiles, "please just Spencer is fine" handing her the cup of tea "Camomile tea is known  for its relaxing properties and it being a mild sedative, helps to calm you down both physically and mentally"

Smiling "Thank you Spencer, I really appreciate it, your so kind, I thought the whole team is angry with me"

Removing his hair out of his face, "Oh no, most of them have gone home, they'll be fine tomorrow" clearing his throat "I don't think they're well ... What you did wasn’t right, but I get why you did it"

Taking a sip of the tea "Thank you so much, I just... Well no one listened when I told them it was him" 

"What made you so sure?" 

Sighing "It was the way he looked at me... Like he was surprised I saw him, you know that I was actually seeing him, in the midst of the people, it's like he was amazed that he wasn't invisible so too say"

Spencer smiles "Oh I see... You said on the plane, that he fits in, but his invisible enough to not be seen" 

Tying her hair into a ponytail, "Yeah well, not that my boss sees that point of view" 

"He just doesn't like it if one of his team members put themselves in danger" 

Before she could reply, Hotch walked out of the office, his voice stern as he looked at them "Go home get some rest"

Without saying a word, she got up, mouthing a good night to Spencer, not even looking at Hotch, as she walked out. 

Aaron watched her as she walked away without even saying anything, he sighed, looked at Reid, "Don't say it" he said, sounding sort of defeated. 

She got into her car, turned the key, but nothing happened. It didn't start, she sounded a slightly crude "Stupid piece of junk" her eyes started to water, unsure if it was due to the pain or the events that happened. Hands clenching the steering wheel, her eyes closed, trying to reclaim her 'cool nothing can get me down' composure. 

The knocking on the car window scared the crap out of her, she jolted her head to the side, it was dark and she couldn't quite see who the figure was. Her hands instinctively reached for her gun, she rolled the window down. The figure lowered down, his deep voice "Agent Lang, need some help?"

She flinched when she saw that it was Hotch, "No thank you" 

He smirked "It's a little after midnight, let me just help you, I'll take you home" 

Sarcastically "I don't get into car's with strangers"

He couldn't help it, he chuckled, "Oh so you only get on planes with strangers?" 

It was her turn to smile a little, "I know you think that was a great comeback but it was terrible"

Scratching the back of his head "True... But let me give you a ride home!" 

She felt tired and her body was aching, she mumbled "Thank you"

They got into his SUV, she didn't say much other than giving him her address, well to be honest the tension between them was tight and uncomfortable. He broke the silence when they parked In Front of her apartment, "I'm sorry, I lost my cool with you earlier but..." The way she looked at him right now, made him feel like the bad guy. He went back to his profession demeanour "but don't do it again" 

She just looked at him, simply nodded and thanked him for the ride, got out of his car, grabbed her bag, and smiled "have a good night Boss".

He saw the way she flinched when she picked up her bag. The medics at the scene checked her out, but something tells him that she wasn't entirely truthful about her injuries. He absolutely hates that he can't profile her yet and the fact that her file is sealed even with his clearance drives him crazy, he's always been a man who needed to be in control. He watched as she disappeared into her apartment and then he started driving off, thinking he'll contact one of his old colleagues who is higher up in the Bureau to see if he can't access her files.

She walked into her apartment, letting out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding in. Threw her bag to the ground, kicked out her shoes, took off her FBI jacket, tossed it over a nearby chair, walking towards her bedroom.

Her body was aching, her mind racing, the events playing over and over. She ran a hot bubble bath, with some Epsom salts, to ease the pain a little, her clothes fell to the ground, the steam in the bathroom set a calming atmosphere, the hot water drenching her skin, easing the soreness. Her head resting on the rim of the bathtub, her body soaking in the hot water, her fingers swirling through the soapy bubbles. For the first time in almost 72 hours it felt like she could breathe.

What seemed like hours, she finally got enough courage to get out, she stood there in front of the mirror, her body was filled with bruises of the hammer Blow's, some dark purple, and other spots, you could see the blood underneath the bruised skin, letting out a sigh as she gets dressed in her pyjama bottoms, and a tank top, she climbed into bed, hoping, that she could get a good night's rest, or rather a few hours of sleep before work. Struggling to get a comfortable position she finally fell asleep at 3 in the morning.

 "NO! Drop the weapon now!" She spoke in a stern voice. The man glared at her with rage. Shouting "Why? Why did you come here, how did you know?"

She looked at him calmly, holding her gun in her hand, "listen, I know your wife hurt you when she chose him” tilting her head towards the beaten up man, lying in a pool of his own blood "but this, what you're doing, is not going to make you feel better". 

He laughed, "what do you know about heartache?" Holding his ex-wife in a tight grip, already half-beaten to death, her breathing slow, her head hanging, he gripped her even tighter, pulling the hammer away to get more force on the next blow. "She ruined my life!" 

Holstering her gun, throwing her hands in the air, shifting her stance, bit more, analysing the situation it was now or never, she needed to do something immediately. She ran towards him, kicking him in the face, the poor beaten woman stumbled to the ground, but the unsub just staggered a few steps backwards, she tried to get the poor woman out of danger, that's when she felt the first blow, to her back, then her kidneys, then between her shoulder blades, she turned around, her balled fist meeting his ribs, the man was heavy build, and much larger than what she was, not being able to reach his face, he didn't even move an inch, he reached out and gripped her throat, lifting her , her feet tangling mid air, the hammer blows kept coming, each blow added more pain, her breathing became more and more restricted, that's when she heard the deafening sound of the gunshot, as the man came to a fall so did she, through her blurry vision she saw that Derek fired the weapon.

She woke up, sweat on her forehead, heart racing, her breathing rapid, she clenched her fist, her throat felt tight, closing and reopening her eyes again, she hadn't felt this way in a very long time. Running her hand through her hair, wiping the sweat from her furrowed brows. Glancing over at the digital clock, 04:00, mumbling underneath her breath "Great, a whole hour of sleep," she got out, feeling stiff and in incredible pain, she walked to the kitchen, for some coffee.

He walked into his office, sat down in his chair, he lived for these early mornings, no one to disturb him at work, chuckling down his coffee, placing his fomo cup down, the file caught his attention, he opened it, it's the typed out report  from Edi Lang. Confused, it's not even 7 in the morning yet, and he dropped her off last night, so what, how did it end up on his desk, he didn't see her when he got in. He got up and walked over to her desk, she wasn’t there, so he walked to the kitchen, then he walked into the hallway, he heard some heavy breathing coming from the gym. When he walked in, his eyes widened, it was Edi, she was busy working out.

His eyes lingered on her body, maybe a little to long, she was fit, muscular even, the outline of her body was enough to make any man look a little longer than he should, her dark hair was tied up, exposing her neckline, but what really drew his attention was the bruises on her body, she wore a sports top, which exposed the skin on her abs and back, he flinched, his jaw clenched ,he was furious at the moment, why the hell is she throwing punches and kicking and exercising, while she’s so hurt?. He walked towards her, his eyes even darker than usual, he placed a hand on her shoulder, which he rather shouldn’t have done, because she threw a jab right to his lip, he was in total shock as he staggered a bit back.

Panting now “What the hell?” she yelled at him out of breath, “are you crazy?” 

He wiped the few drops of blood off his busted lip, “Am I crazy? You just punched me out of nowhere”

Wiping the sweat off her forehead, “well you should know better than approach someone from the back, dammit”

He was slightly amused by her, but of course he didn’t show it. He was her boss so he kept his professional demeanour. “Well all I wanted to say is, should you be working out while you're so hurt?” 

Smirking “I need to be better, get my act together, and try not to punch my boss for being a…” she paused, not wanting to upset him further, “you know what nevermind”

He glared at her, he knew exactly where that sentence was headed “you don’t do well with authority do you? Already knowing the answer to that, he looked her dead in the eyes.

She grabbed the nearest towel she could find, dabbing the sweat off of her skin. “Look sir, what I do outside office hours, is my problem not yours” she walked past him, to get to her bag, but he grabbed a hold of her arm, he was about to say something, but her voice sounded somewhere between stern and brittle “touch me again, and a busted lip will be the least of your problems” shaking her arm out of his grip.

He was stunned at that reaction, he was sure, his hand wasn’t that firmly on her. Arm, he felt bad, horrible even, all he wanted to do is stop her, and tell her she should maybe see a doctor again. She threw on a t-shirt and walked out of the gym. He needed to know exactly what it is about this woman that has him so intrigued, she was one hell of mystery that’s for sure.

During the day he watched her, she had this joyful personality when she spoke to some of the other people or her co-workers, he did notice that she formed bonds, rather quickly with Garcia and Reid, he waited in anticipation for his old colleague to send over her uncensored file. When that email notification pinged, he clicked on it, his eyes went through the pages, his breathing hitched as he read it…  

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[deityoftherain]

save a spot for me - Desert Duo/Scarian Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M, Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 4,684

Summary: Grian designed a series of survival games for his friends to play. When he told Scar about it, Scar gave him an idea of what the winner's prize should be. Every game since Grian won, Grian had wished for nothing more than for Scar to win so he could show him the winners' void he helped create.

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“Whatcha working on now?” Scar peered over Grian’s shoulder, who promptly ruffled his wings at the interruption. “Another building project?” “In a way.” Grian responded, keeping his response vague. He held the sketchbook to his chest, not wanting to give Scar any more of a chance to see the inner mechanics of the server he was working on.

Scar hummed softly, twirling around Grian so he was no longer behind him. The movement distracted Grian just enough for him to loosen his grip on the sketchbook and for Scar to snatch it from his hands. 

“Hey! Scar!” Grian yelped, shooting up to his feet. He tried to reach for it but Scar was too tall for him to be successful. Jumping to try and reach did nothing, only frustrating him more. “Come on, this isn’t funny.” Scar leaned against his walking aid so he had a free hand to ruffle Grian’s hair before handing the sketchbook back. “Sorry! I was just teasing you! You don’t have to tell me, but that means I won’t tell you about the super secret project I have going on either.” Grian gave him a look of doubt at those words but he didn’t say anything, not wanting to give Scar an excuse to take the sketchbook back. Maybe it was just the years of knowing Scar, but Scar was never that good at keeping secrets from him. Especially not things he was excited about! Grian was sure he would hear about it whether he wanted him to tell him or not. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me what it is?” Scar prompted as he plopped himself down on one of the many chests Grian had lying around.

Grian sighed, closing the sketchbook and sitting down on another chest. “Go on.” “Okay, so it isn’t exactly a build yet, it’s more of a business idea I’m playing around with, for next season! It’s called a Swaggon, and…” Scar continued to explain his whole idea with as much enthusiasm as one would expect from him.

Grian listened to him talk, inputting opinions or questions where it was natural. Scar’s rambling relaxed his mood. He liked chaos as much as the next guy, but that didn’t negate the fact he appreciated relaxation when he was stressed.

“So, now it’s your turn.” Scar nodded toward Grian after he finished, expecting Grian (for some reason) to go off on his own tangent next.

He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows only slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I told you about my plans,” he gestured to himself on “my plans” before gesturing toward Grian as he continued to talk, “so now it’s your turn to tell me about yours.” “You won’t let this go, will you?” Grian sighed, letting his gaze fall to the sketchbook on his lap. When he looked back up, Scar looked at him like a puppy begging for a treat. He sighed once more and opened the sketchbook. “Fine. I’m working on a series of short-term survival servers with each player having a limited amount of lives. The games will alter some things, such as our moods and resistance to pain, but we won’t change too much. It’ll be a fun excuse to act differently than usual, since we know it won’t affect our lives outside of the games. I’m working on setting up the first one, and then if people like it and want to go again, I will host another one with different rules and gimmicks.”

Scar “ooo”ed at the idea, far too invested in the concept while only knowing a short description. “What do the winners get as a prize? Am I invited to partake in it? Who else will be invited?”

“If you would like to, sure. Would love to have you and a few of the other Hermits join in.” Grian shrugged, keeping his expression nonchalant. “I plan to reach out to some non-Hermits as well. It’ll expand our social circle and allow the game to be a bit more interesting. I’m not sure what to do for the winners but I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. Who knows, everyone might hate it and then there would only be one winner whose prize I need to worry about.” “I doubt everyone will hate it.” Scar dismissed that idea instantly. “Everyone will love it and want to do it again, I’m sure! For the winners, maybe they can have their own void?” Grian wrinkled his nose at Scar’s suggestion. “Like the end’s void? That seems more like a punishment than a prize.”

“No, no! Not like that.” Scar quickly expanded on what he meant. “It’ll be like a private server tied to each game! The winners of the games have the server to hang out in for… let’s say, a night, so they can rest without everyone bothering them with questions or whatever else. They get all the food and whatever else they want there to help them recover from surviving for so long. The previous winners can celebrate with them and it would be glorious! The private server can be filled with artistic tributes and mementos for the game the winner won. It can be a place the winners can go whenever they want a place outside of their home server to rest. It is also a place to look back and be reminded of how awesome they were in that game!”

“That,” Grian clicked his tongue as he considered what Scar was proposing, “is not a bad idea. It sounds like a better prize than bragging rights, anyway. I might use that. Thanks!” Scar puffed out his chest with pride, a grin wide on his face. “Anytime, my friend!”

☀︎

The winner’s void (the name Scar gave it stuck) was rather lovely, he had to admit. Grian had hoped that the idea would work out. He had no way of checking it once the restriction of “winners only” was placed on the server. Even if he had, there was no game for the winners void to pull from yet to decorate. Perhaps him winning the first game was fate, if only so he could ensure it would be running smoothly for the next game’s winner.

Assuming there would be a next game.

Third Life had been a lot of fun, not just for him but seemingly everyone. Grian knew he would have to check in with the others. He was well aware (more so than everyone else) what the game could do to one’s perception. What they think while in the game could differ greatly to what they think outside of the game.

A sun shone bright in the sky, acting as the sole light source for the void. Nothing else of note (not even some clouds) accompanied it in the sky, leaving it to its own devices. The void reminded him of the desert he had called his home during Third Life, which made him wonder how much that would change once another winner was chosen. Would the sand give way to another terrain or would the two biomes merge in some sort of way?

Grian allowed his attention to wander, taking in everything that was around him. He noticed cactuses were a major theme (their presence seeming to mock him) and he studied paintings of interactions he had had over the course of the game. One wall had called to him in particular, light rays reflecting the colors beautifully which only made it stand out more. The wall had a stunning stained glass window of himself. He was posed like he was staring off into the distance, bandaged knuckles clenching onto his sweater’s collar and a desert scene behind him. There was a long stretch of empty space to the right of the window art. How many winners did the void expect to hold?

One thing Grian didn’t anticipate when going into this was the winner’s void feeling so empty. Not necessarily in items (there were plenty of those) but more so in energy and feeling. Why did it feel so hollow when there was an abundance of objects screaming his victory?

He felt adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heart still racing from the cactus ring. He was the first to win out of everyone. He had fought his way to the top. He was the one being worshiped by the space he was in now. Why did that not feel amazing? Why did he not feel good about it?

Grian knew why. He was alone. He had killed Scar with his bare hands. He could still feel Scar’s blood on his knuckles. He had jumped off a cliff to end the pain and yet part of it lingered within him.

Grian knew it wasn’t real, so why did it bother him so much? Nothing he did meant anything in the grand scheme of things, so why did he feel like this? So many emotions fought each other within him that part of him was grateful to be alone. No one could see his internal conflict escape his mind and affect his trembling body.

He wrapped his wings around himself after hugging his knees to his chest. This was fine. The next winner would have him here when they won. They won’t be as lonely as he currently was. They won’t be alone as they both recovered from the game they just came from.

Grian pulled out his communicator from his pocket to look at the time. There were still several hours left until he would be allowed to go back to his home server. Back to Hermitcraft. Back to Scar.

Surely Scar wouldn’t be mad at him? No, there was no way! They both agreed to the terms (just like everyone else had when they joined) and he had talked about Third Life extensively with Scar before the game happened. There was no need to “make things right” when nothing was wrong.

There wasn’t any logic he could remind himself of that would stop his desire to reach out to Scar.

Void, Grian created the games so he could break the rules if he wanted to! He messed around with settings, trying to unlock his messages to be able to private chat Scar. The only enabled chat at the moment was the winner’s void chat, but that would be pointless. No one else was here.

Disabling chat to players outside of the server was another feature that was supposed to be a perk of being here. Perhaps it was, but it didn’t feel like it right now. Grian thought about it for a moment before exhaling a long and exaggerated breath.

Not being pestered by everyone’s messages was nice, he had to admit. He didn’t want the pressure of answering questions or being in the spotlight while he was still trying to process everything that had happened. Maybe he would keep it; it had its purpose. Perhaps he would modify it before the next game, making it so the winners can choose to message specific people if they want to. His actions wouldn’t be hypocritical anymore (they would tease him for breaking his own rules if they knew) if that were the case! It was just putting it in action early.

Grian allowed those thoughts to comfort him as he finished his mission of changing the settings. He was now able to privately chat with Scar via his communicator. The ends of his lips twitched up at the prospect and it only grew into a small smile when he got a response back.

<Grian> hi scar

<GoodTimesWithScar> GRIANNNN

<GoodTimesWithScar> congrats on the win!!

<GoodTimesWithScar> you throw a mean punch

<GoodTimesWithScar> i literally died

<GoodTimesWithScar> youre small but deadly

Small? Seriously? Grian’s wings bristled in mock offense. He wasn’t that short! Scar was just abnormally (a few inches over average) tall, even when leaning against crutches or in his wheelchair. When he was sitting, Grian was taller! That… did not sound that impressive now that he thought about it. Grian quickly distracted himself from that line of thinking, focusing on formulating a response and settling on an empty threat.

<Grian> careful i might steal your kneecaps next

<GoodTimesWithScar> good theyre fired anyway

<GoodTimesWithScar> found em slacking on the job too many times

<Grian> SCAR NO

<GoodTimesWithScar> what

<GoodTimesWithScar> am i wrong

Grian muffled his shocked but amused laughs with his sweater’s sleeve. He would feel bad for laughing at Scar’s disability jokes, but Scar has always encouraged them to laugh with him. He made the jokes for a reason, after all. When Grian asked him why, Scar explained that he would rather have fun in life and be able to joke around than sulk in a corner. Grian couldn’t argue with the logic. 

<GoodTimesWithScar> how’s the void?

There it was. Grian’s smile faded at the message, not sure what to tell Scar. Scar had helped him come up with the winners’ server concept and it was a nice place, truly! He just wished it wasn’t just him. Grian had grown used to being in the constant presence of another person or multiple other people for the past eight days, so being utterly alone now felt… off. Still, it was better for him to be here first than another player. He would be here for whoever won the next one. He was the one who should deal with the beginnings of what he created. Even with that, he couldn’t help but long for the one in second place, his teammate, his friend, his partner…

<Grian> its nice

<Grian> i wish you could see it

<GoodTimesWithScar> i will win one of the next games !

<GoodTimesWithScar> just you wait

<GoodTimesWithScar> save a spot for me

<Grian> i dont think i can do that

<Grian> whoever wins wins

<GoodTimesWithScar> and one will be me!

<GoodTimesWithScar> ill make it there the proper way

<GoodTimesWithScar> and you can show me around

Grian allowed his small smile to return, though it felt weak this time. As much as he wished Scar would be here, he also knew several of the other players had better survival instincts than him. The chances Scar would win next weren’t that high. Still, he typed:

<Grian> ill hold you to that

☀︎

Grian watched the remaining Reds, quietly fuming that the TNT trap he had set off didn’t kill anyone and that Scott killed him in the fight that followed. The other ghosts were watching and chatting nearby but Grian ignored them all.

Since Scott had been the one who killed him, Grian decided to follow him around until he died. He planned to shift his attention to whoever he spotted next after Scott died, but he had been too hasty in assuming the one who killed him wouldn’t be the last one alive.

Unfortunately for Scott, Grian hadn’t been in the mood to listen to gloating or to wait and give him time to process his victory fully. He had plenty of time to think about it in the winner’s void, so Grian struck him down with lightning as soon as he was declared the winner.

The moment Scott was registered as dead, both his ghost and Grian’s got pulled to the winner’s void while everyone else got to go home. Grian greeted Scott, explained what the winner’s void was, and everything else a good host would do. 

While he was the tour guide, there was much of the void that had changed. The sun dimmed just enough for stars to be visible now. Scott’s base with Pearl and Cleo had been in a taiga biome, which created an unusual combination with the sandy biome Grian’s win brought to the void. The server had been extremely warm before but it was significantly cooler now. An axolotl swam around nearby, which Scott affectionately called Binkie. He explained they had won Last Life together and that he had freed Binkie from a bucket moments before lightning struck so he was surprised to see the axolotl here. Grian just hummed as a response as he let Scott explain the context of each of the interaction paintings and what various items must represent in reference to his win. They even spent some time at the archery range now that that existed here.

He (if he was going to be honest with himself) enjoyed his time in the winners void this time around. Perhaps “enjoyed” was too strong of a word, but Scott was a good companion and seemed to appreciate the downtime the void offered. They both spent a lot of time admiring the artistic tributes to their victories and Scott even suggested a few tweaks that could be made for the next game. All in all, it was a fairly pleasant time.

Still though, Scott wasn’t Scar.

Grian wasn’t mad at Scott, despite his little displays of frustration. He had just gotten his hope up (like an idiot) that he and Scar would have shared this time together. He knew now that had been foolish. Grian did his best to banish Scar from his mind.

He didn’t need Scar to feel fulfilled or proud. Grian didn’t need Scar at all and he would prove it. He would prove it to everyone, not only himself. There were other people in his life. He should just be proud of the new winners, not grieving the fact Scar would never make it here. It was fine.

☀︎

Of course they had been soulmates. Why would it be anything different? It felt almost like a cruel joke to pair his health with Scar’s. Grian had told himself that he didn’t need Scar and the randomized mechanics of the game told him otherwise.

Grian thinned their soulmate connection every time he talked to BigB. He allied with BigB, even though the game told them that they were tied to Scar and Ren. He chose BigB, yet his link to Scar stayed until he got them both killed by the Warden’s sonic blast.

Scott set off an explosion, killing himself and Pearl. Pearl was deemed Double Life’s winner and she, along with Grian and Scott, got dragged to the winner’s void.

“What is this-?” Pearl started to ask, looking around at everything that surrounded them. Grian had to admit, the void was growing to be even more enchanting than it had when he won the first game. Even the sky was beautiful to look at; the sun and stars were now accompanied by a moon. She stopped herself when her eyes landed on Scott. Her mouth fell open before she rushed to hug him. “Scott!” “Pearl!” Scott eagerly accepted the hug. Pearl had run into him with so much force that Scott had to twirl them to give the momentum someplace to go. “I know I didn’t act like it, but I’m glad you won. You deserve it.” “Thank you, though I am still frustrated with you.” She pulled away enough to look him in the eyes. “You blew us up before I could tell you I forgive you.”

Scott chuckled, ducking his head as a way to display his apology. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

That was when Grian tuned out what they said, not interested in eavesdropping on their conversation any longer. He separated from them, trusting Scott would be able to clue Pearl into what was happening and show her around. Now that he wasn’t the only one to have been here before, his presence wasn’t needed.

He knew they would have a lot to talk about anyway, especially considering they were a soulmate pair in the most recent game. Much of what the void added to mark Pearl’s victory was reminiscent to Scott’s journey as well. Certain aspects, such as the powdered snow surrounded by sand (this server’s logic was strange at times) and the statue of Tilly set up near by, had the possibility of sparking arguments. Based on their friendly greeting, Grian believed they would handle the reminders of Double Life in stride, but he didn’t want to risk sticking around if he was wrong.

Grian knew what he did during the games wasn’t fair to Scar, but it seemed like the best course of action at the time. He was so bent on separating himself from Scar during the games that he didn’t think about what it might do to their relationship outside of the games. He still valued his friendship with Scar!

His comm pinged, causing Grian to jump. He placed a hand on his communicator and glanced back towards Pearl and Scott once more. They were currently by the wall with stained glass art of the three of them. There was a red string attached to stained-glass-Pearl’s pinkie, the end floating off toward the left. Stained-glass-Scott also had a red string tied around his pinkie that had not been there before. There was a gap between both of the window art pieces but the string looked as if it would attach if one were to push them together. If Scar had won, would his and Scar’s look like theirs did? 

Grian shook his head of that thought, not wanting to dwell on it for any length of time. He took the opportunity of their eyes focused elsewhere to wander further away so he could look at the message (make that messages; his comm pinged again) in peace. The soulmate pair would keep each other busy for a while.

<GoodTimesWithScar> i wish we could send vids over this

<GoodTimesWithScar> jellie is being really cute rn

Grian’s chest felt as if it was in a war with itself for it felt both uncomfortably tight and pleasantly warm at the same time. He pictured Scar lovingly petting his cat as a light pink flushed his face. Maybe he was worrying for nothing.

<Grian> ill be at your place first thing tmr

☀︎

The next game came and went with no foul feelings between them. Sure, Grian’s group built a bread bridge toward the Clocker’s base specifically to push TNT minecarts off of it, but that was just a part of the game. There was no betrayal of trust to be had, knowing they were on different teams. Jimmy and Joel reminded him of Scar at times, but their deaths made him realize he was glad they weren’t Scar. The disconnection was easier with the other players, but it felt too real with Scar. 

When in the game, a player tends to find themself more emotionally attached to those they team with than those they don’t. That is part of what made losing a team member feel so devastating, despite knowing that they would be perfectly fine and alive once the game ended. Losing Jimmy and Joel had been hard, and he considered them both friends, but Scar’s previous deaths had taken much more of a toll on him. Grian attributed that to the fact he spent a lot more time around Scar on Hermitcraft than he had spent time around his fellow Bad Boys.

Martyn took longer than the previous three had to get situated, a bit disoriented on everything. The appearance of Scott seemed to set him off, Pearl and Grian having to pull Martyn off of him as they tried to get it through his needlessly thick skull that the game was over.

“I don’t know if I should be upset you want to kill me so badly again,” Scott struggled not to laugh now that Martyn wasn’t out for his blood, “or honored that you see me as such a dangerous threat that I need to be immediately taken down.��

“I thought you must have survived the lava or something.” Martyn explained, though he looked more embarrassed than anything else. “I wanted to win and you and Impulse were just standing there so I had to take the opportunity, you know?” “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” Scott replied honestly, offering a hand to his former teammate. “Come on, I want to show you around and see all the new stuff that’s appeared.” “I’m coming with you.” Pearl cracked her knuckles as she turned back toward them, having already allowed her eyes to start touring the place. “Grian, you want to join in? You’ve been here the longest so you would have the most insight.” Grian didn’t respond for a moment, a hand hovering over his communicator. He usually messaged Scar after a win, but did he need Scar’s attention now? The void wasn’t lonely and eerily quiet anymore. There was also so much more to see now that it wasn’t a simple desert. Martyn’s presence was already proving to add interesting features (such as a giant hourglass and an ocean full of creatures and coral) that Grian was just as eager as everyone else to explore. He dropped his hand as he made his choice. “Sure, I’m down. This place already looks like it’s grown from last time.”

☀︎

Grian watched the living Reds, eyes trained on the man who was still one of his closest friends. There were only four, no, scratch that. Scott just died by Gem’s hand. Knowing Scott, he probably gave his life to Gem again so she could have more hearts to spare.

Scott’s death left the remaining Reds on an uneven split. Pearl expressed to Scar that she didn’t want to win and that Scar should kill her so he could have more hearts as well, but Scar refused. Grian might have felt bad for Gem being outnumbered, especially since this was her first game, but he was too focused on how close Scar was to fulfilling the promise he had made before the first game had even occurred yet.

Grian cheered openly at Gem’s death, though his cheers were drowned by the other ghosts’ reactions and verbal engagement with what was unfolding in front of them. He gasped loudly when Pearl fell and lightning struck, signifying her death.

He quickly grabbed his comm and opened the player list, needing to double-check that what he wished for with all of his heart was true. Every single name was grayed out except for Scar’s. Grian looked back up to Scar, who was calling out for Pearl.

“I don’t think he realized I died,” Pearl stated what quickly became obvious to all of the onlookers.

Grian held his breath (it wasn’t like he needed air flow at the moment) as he turned his attention back to chat. Pearl’s death message, along with a few others, greeted him but he ignored them as he started to type.

<Grian> shes dead scar

<Grian> you won

He put his comm away and floated forward to become closer to Scar. He tried to touch Scar in greeting and celebration but his hand went right through. Right. He was a ghost. Grian pulled back some, simply floating behind him as Scar laughed in disbelief.

“Well, there is only one last thing left to do,” Scar announced out loud, likely knowing that he had all of the ghosts' attention now. As everyone expected once he said that, he limped up to the Secret Keeper. Scar was relying a lot more on his walking aids than he usually was, wincing in pain now that the adrenaline was wearing off. 

Grian felt a tinge of sympathy in him at Scar’s pain, but he knew all wounds he acquired throughout Secret Life would be healed once the game officially concluded. The other ghosts seemed to recognize personal space, hanging back where they usually stood when they met after each session. Grian, however, stayed within arm’s length of Scar as he approached the button.

“I did it, Grian. I know it took a while but I hope you saved a spot for me.” Scar whispered as he placed his hand on the button. It was spoken so softly that Grian was sure he was the only one who had heard Scar’s final words. 

Before he had a chance to properly react, Scar pressed the button and the game was officially over. Grian, along with the other winners, were taken to the void once again.

[techsupportforsinners]

inmate gee knowing they have an advantage in prison for being androgynous and thick

they know they can't expect to be treated kindly in an environment filled to the brim with desperate, pent up men and they'll have to either build thick skin and turn into a prison trouble maker, or they simply stay the way they are and take advantage of their own androgynous beauty and their cute doll face to be spoiled by the inmates, receiving all kinds of gifts - snacks and better food, cigarettes, weapons, better blankets and towels, art materials, better shampoo and soap, even skin lotion. You get it

at first they hated it. but when they received their first gift, they quickly realized how lucky they were, it was like their brain chemistry just altered, like a switch just flipped and they got into slut mode with an insane ease

the act of getting up, driving to a store and buying an item for a pretty salty price with the money they had to work hard for a whole month to aquire that barely buys anything and driving back home suddenly felt like such a hassle when they can just snap their fingers and get everything handed to them, sometimes for a price as low as a handjob.

The inmates do everything for them because they'd hate to have their princess' hands getting calloused.

the nickname is really catchy so in no time they're known throughout the entire building as the "princess" and while they were weirded out specially because somehow they were the last one to find out that this "princess" the whole building talked about was referring to them, they got a little attached to the idea of being a spoiled little princess with the best deals. A big bag of chips for a thigh job with the softest thick thighs around? yes please !

but with bigger deals, they were always nervous. They were fine with the handjobs and thigh jobs, blowjobs only with a condom, but it was always a hassle when the price was anal, both because it'd take longer for them to get ready since they have to clean their bowels and they like to look good so they also put on some eyeshadow or eyeliner, brush their hair, put on some smuggled perfume, etc, and because anal is just kind of scary. If the inmate in question is inexperienced with it, it can hurt like fucking hell on earth and some of them are so bad at it that gee straight up told them to double and sometimes triple their payment to make up for the pain.

And if you think that made the inmates pissed off? absolutely not. Gee is a polite and delicate slut, they're not some cheap whore with mediocre handjobs. If it hurts, even though they want to cuss and conplain until hell rises, they'll just whimper, they'll whine "it's hurting me..." softly, with sad eyes looking at the inmate. The inmates feel like scum and never refuse to double or triple the payment

but there's no space for another slut and gee hates is when some cheap bitch tries to steal THEIR customers. They could send their trustworthy knights. They could easily sabotage competition. They could spread rumors about this other slut and ruin this person's prison time for trying to steak their men.

No.

nobody messes with them like this and goes unpunished. While gee is still undeniably a bit feminine looking with very delicate traits, they aren't some weak little bitch. They're big, they have big hands and arms. They aren't very tall, but they're far from being weak.

If you ever decided to do sex work in exchange for anything and you started becoming slightly more well known, in no time you would have a very angry gerard walking towards you, yelling at you to not steal THEIR men and to find your own side hustle because that one is already taken and it's THEIRS. And if you think that's not too bad, it's because I didn't mention the punches. You stole their customers? you'll get punched so hard that your face will turn inside out. metaphorically, of course.

But most inmates seem to respect this. Even if an inmate isn't particularly attracted to them, they still respect gee and how good their pricing can be at times. Specially when they're horny themselves...

[pokemonwriter]

Ash Ketchum x reader

I have no idea how Pokemon Contests work I've just had this idea bugging me for months.

Prologue:

Reader has a had a Pichu since they was very little, after Pichu evolved the two began their dream, to be the best in Pokemon Contests. One day reader meets Ash and the two begin to journey together, and grow. Ash and reader have been traveling for 4 years. Their Pikachus are about to bring them much closer together.

You were adjusting your female Pikachu's bow on her ear before grabbing her brush. "Pi~" she purred. Such a primadonna, you thought. But she's your primadonna and she's cute so can you really be mad? No, no you couldn't. After her grooming you put your hand oh too her head and she nuzzled her head up as a thanks "Pikachu~!" She cooked happily. "Awe you looks so cute" you said as you placed her on your shoulders and waited to move so she could get comfortable. You then saw yourself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom to make sure you were ready before heading out. "Hey Y/n, good morning" you turn to the voice to see Ash coming out of his room, "Ready for today?" He asked as he near you and your Pikachu. "Always am" you said as you and Ash began to walk to the elevator. Today you and Ash were going to hang out in the wilds to see if there was any interesting pokemon. Today was more a calm day since neither of you had anything to do. "Pikachu!" His Pikachu said as he was on Ash's shoulder looking at you with a wide smile, "good morning to you too buddy" you said petting the yellow mouse.

The two Pikachu's sat on the table next to you and Ash eating away happily at their own breakfast, while you and Ash had your favorite breakfast food at a small cafe outside. You and Ash were having a friendly conversation when you notice something odd about Ash's Pikachu. "Hey Ash?" In response you get a muffled 'yeah' because he was in the middle of eating. "Has Pikachu always done that?" You whisker bad point to his Pikachu. His Pikachu was currently acting shy around your Pikachu, and his cheeks seemed to be giving small zaps now and then as he just stared at your Pikachu. Ash swallowed his bite of food before asking " hey Pikachu you ok?" Pikachu didn't react until Ash placed his hand on Pikachu's head accidentally shocking the boy and Pikachu cause Ash to get zapped. Your Pikachu takes notice of what happened and goes over to his Pikachu to check on him. You don't worry about Ash since this is sort of a norm even if Pikachu isn't surprised, he'll shock anyone. "Pikachu's fine" Ash said after recovering from that whole think that happened.

After that you guys continued on with your chill day in the tall grass just playing with random wild Pokemon, getting berries, etc. For the whole day though you couldn't get both of your Pikachus behavior out of your mind. Your Pikachu had began doing the same thing she would even sit on Ash's shoulder and would stay close to his Pikachu more often than usual. You could even hear the two Pikachus conversing but while that isn't unusual, they were more..awkward than normal. It felt like they were stammering in Pokemon lingo.

Back in your hotel room you were brushing Pikachu's hair, "what's going on between you and Ash's Pikachu, you were acting really weird today?" Pikachu's reaction was strange she looked at you like she had gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar. Weird..Pikachu never acts like this. She then pick up her bow that was sitting next to her before pointing at the middle, where a faux heart jem sat. "Heart?" You asked curiously looking back up at your Pokemon. Charades was a game you and Pikachu were great at, but Ash and his Pikachu got you beat. Pikachu then pointed to herself then the heart. "You..heart.." you thought on it for a minute, "Wait...You love?" You asked curiously shooting in the dark. Pikachu then smiled and shook her head yes. "Awww you love Ash's Pikachu don't you..aww Pikachu~~" you cooked as you hugged her close. "Pikachu!" She exclaimed happily snuggling into you. "I'm sure he loves you back, he was just staring at you all day" you giggled to her and her cheeks began to zap lightly, before zapping you. Pikachu had do it on accident she you forgave her before getting ready for bed with her.

Tumblr stop erasing my worrrrkkk :))))))

A few weeks later the two pikachus seemed to be closer than normal, I guess they confessed but you weren’t sure since you had begun getting.. distracted as of late. You and Ash have been friends for so long, but has he always been so cute when he cheers for your pokemon, or when he does something embarrassing or stupid he’s still just the cutest. You can’t help but stare, until he catches you so you lie saying you say a pokemon flying by while your face burns up. You and Ash had begun acting like the two pikachus used to act. Awkward, shy, and nervous around the other. Neither of you wanted to fight the other because you didn’t want to see their sad face when either wins but man seeing the others happy face would have been worth the sad face. 

It was getting unbearable to the other who traveled with you to see you both pinning so hard that it was beginning to get annoying. So they did what any group of friends would do, forced you guys to lunch together, by yourselves. Your pokemon sat all around you both eating as well they had a goal, to get you and Ash to confess. The pokemon were hopeful because Ash’s mouth moved faster than his brain meaning he could slip up very easily. 

“Why don’t we ever train anymore?” 

“We train-” he said getting cut off by you

“No I mean why don’t we ever train, just you and me?”

“Well you mean so much to me, you’re the girl I-” He cut himself off and grew as red as a Tamato berry.

“Ash finish that sentence”

“No” his pokemon began to surround him in comfort, Pikachu climbed his shoulder and pat his head “Pikaaa” the mouse said to comfort him. “I like you, much more than a friend would, I.. love you..” He said meeting your eyes now, both of you were blushing you then went to where he sat and gave him a kiss on the cheek while still being nervous. 

“I.. um might feel the same..” you said with a small smile. He then jumped into a hug with you as the two pikachus stared at their trainers feeling acomplished. “Wanna celebrate by training?” you asked when Ash released from the hug. 

“Do I? Come on I’m always to it with you!” 

[bamboozled-distress]

back in the car seat with unmistakeable feelings

Summary: the marauders and etc are carpooling and as they realize they've got too many people and sirius and remus do any two platonic bros would do

warnings: swearing, remus giving top energy, sirius bottom energy, bros being gay, murderous threats, but its /j, james accidentally setting up remus and sirius, horny, sexual stuff but like not explicit, just sirius being a slut on main, slut for his bro moony, mentioning of testosterone, them all being british

A/N: okay this is my first fic for the mauraders !! and this is based on this tiktok and wrote this in one hour and its 2am and I have class tmrw and full credits to @/ireneatyd on tiktok for the inspo !!!!! <3

Sirius was going to kill James figuratively and literally.

If he could get his hands on James he would be dead, because they are in fact supposed to be on the way to their bi-weekly arcade meet-up but instead he insisted on the matter of taking not only Lily but Alice as well. This would all be fine if James had an actual van but no James had a shitty five-seater impala.

This would all be fine if it was big enough for them all to squeeze however that was not the case and fucking hell someone was going to have to sit on someones lap.

For this reason Sirius Orion Black is a stupid idiot who says things and does things without doing the simple act of thinking.

He was sat in the corner while everyone was trying to fit themselves inside because god be dammed he will never sit inside the middle and would much rather get the window seat. Lily and Alice had fit themselves quite snugly right beside Sirius with Peter and dear old fucking Prongs driving them all to his certain doom. Having just driven to Remus' record store job he was unknown of their current situation. When he walked to them with a beige jumper and a book in hand, his chocolate orbs instantly found Sirius' and his lips morphed into a slight frown.

"Fuck, theres no place to sit."

And to this the smartass Sirius-heavily-crushing-on-remus-Black looked up at the rather tall lad and with a certain glint in his eyes and with his signature smirk on display he spoke nine words he knew he was going to regret.

"My knees are always an open seat for you."

Remus instantly raised his eyebrows with a playful look on his face, "getting a bit illegal now are we?"

Sirius instinctively spread out his legs as much as he could and stretched his left arm around Alice's seat and shrugged, "was only offering, moons."

"Well seeing as its either that or sit by someones feet I'll take the first option as the second is usually your job, pads."

Sirius half-expecting Remus to object his offer gulped as he saw Remus go around and open the door to his side as he scanned his long legs of perfection towards his freckled sun-kissed face.

There was a certain mantra of 'oh fuck' going through the black-haired fellow's head as remus held on to the edge of the car and leaned toward Sirius face as he was hoping, praying that his blush was not noticeable.

"So how are we doing this.. you on one leg, both legs straddling me back to chest? or possibly chest to chest?"

Instead of an answer Remus began to make his way over towards his thighs with a tight grip on Sirius' shoulder. As Remus allowed his right leg on top of Sirius left leg and his left on remus right, and while doing this he with a slight smile was avoiding eye contact.

'The fucker' Sirius had thought.

All of this has led Sirius to his current position and frankly wanting to murder James Fleamont Potter with his bare hands because holy fucking shit Remus John Lupin was straddling him when he simply meant it as a poor excuse of a joke. He was facing him sat multiple inches away from his crotch almost resting his arse on Sirius' knees.

Once Remus was fully sat after shifting and Sirius trying not to scream as he was doing so internally, Remus finally looked up to him and spoke with clarity in his voice.

"I think this seems alright? for stability and also so I dont quite crush your leg."

"If I ever died with you crushing my leg rem, I'd die a happy man."

"Don't think James would be too happy though, some lad dead in the back of his oh so precious baby."

Hearing a slight 'fuck off' from the drivers seat made them both snicker as Sirius had no idea where to quite put his hands as his heart was screaming 'Remus' thighs' but his head was quite empty knowing just how close Remus was to his everywhere.

As if on cue because for some god forsaken reason James had it out for Sirius he started driving and as he started reversing Sirius saw remus for the moment not holding onto anything and went to hold his hips so he wouldn't fall. After the initial shock of it was over Sirius instantly moved his hands away and left it at his sides as he got wide eyed.

"shit, sorry moons. fucking James."

Remus then held on to his shoulders tighter than before and moved a bit closer which made Sirius just a wee bit nervous, "you're good, don't worry about it, love."

Jesus fucking christ Sirius could die at that moment and he would die a happy man, although he knew Remus called everyone love and called him love a few times as well. But, with how low his voice had gotten he quite possibly had gotten a small boner. With him noticing this and wanting to change the subject he spoke.

"Dude holy shit, testosterone really is making your voice pretty deep."

Remus practically beamed at the mention of the effect of the testosterone he was taking and seeing that, Sirius felt a small smile on his lips.

"you think so? I haven't really noticed but really?"

"yeah moons, its getting way deeper when you said that I could really notice."

Remus had a shy smile on display and Sirius could tell how much that meant to him and how euphoric it made him which to that, Sirius gave a small smile back.

Sirius felt his arse falling asleep and needed to shift a bit because it was getting a bit uncomfortable.

Seeing that they were at a red light he shifted a bit which Remus tilted his head to the side about.

"are you alright over there."

Sirius looked down a bit, "er yeah, my arse is asleep and I just need to like move a bit."

Remus made a slight 'oh' shape with his lips and grabbed the head rest with his arms on the sides of Sirius's head, as he lifted himself up. And when Sirius felt a loss of contact and looked up at him with an intensity he couldn't deny he adored, he looked down at Sirius.

"c'mon lift up your hips love."

At that single moment not only did Sirius do exactly what Remus said but he was 100% positive that he had a boner.

He sat back down and was now painfully aware of his boner while Remus plopped on his lap right before the light turned green and James decided right then and there to drive faster which led remus a bit closer to Sirius crotch.

Then as if on cue because the universe seems to hate Sirius, James took a sharp turn which made Remus swerve a bit to his left with his thigh slightly touching his crotch and Sirius simply wished he could just implode. With the swerve Remus held on tighter to Sirius' shoulder and Sirius can now say with certainty that he is now painfully hard.

Oh so painfully hard.

Remus now looked at Sirius with a full smirk on his face and Sirius felt like he was in a slight trance. The one thing that got him out of said trance was a speed bump that James did not fucking see so Remus bumped up and down on his lap and Sirius wants to die right fucking now to end this torture that his poor soul does not deserve whatsoever.

He heard Remus mutter a few cuss-words and was blessed to know that they were almost at their destination, but that feeling went away quite fast as he saw remus look down at his lap.

Where his crotch seems to be.

Where he was painfully hard.

Which was quite visible to the eye.

More specifically to Remus' eye.

"Seems like you need a little help over there?"

Knowing all sense has been thrown out the window and he is hornier than he thought was possible his response was, "care to volunteer?"

"should ask me out to dinner first siri."

Sirius was utterly flabbergasted, because he could ask him out? He was much too horny for complete thoughts to form and for him to think logically that Remus is obviously joking.

"I can do that?"

As they found their parking spot and Remus was about to open the door he said a single of nine words he hoped Remus wouldn't regret.

"with those manners, would be hard to say no."

With that Remus left the car and his lap, taking Sirius' dignity right with him.

[candy-anon-imagines]

I affectionately blame @mega-punani for the brain-rot from their UT One Piece AU:

Name: Scarlet (Preferred Nicknames: Scar, Scarly)

Biological Sex: Female

Gender Identity: Demigirl

Pronouns: She/They

Romantic/Sexual Identity: Demiromantic Demisexual

Occupation/Education: Doctorate in Medicine and Doctorate in Toxicology; Is fully educated in Monster Medical Practices

More about Her (Including my sloppy reference doodles of her) under the read more:

Species: Mermaid, Type: Lionfish (posing as a Human)

Age: 30 (she keeps her tail split)

Body: Mainly Pale Skin, it has a sun-kissed tan that she applies proper amount of high spf sunscreen onto; 5 feet 1 inch or 1.55 meters tall; sturdy, curvy but chubby body- the body fat is athletic fat, she’s proportionate, and she’s much stronger than she looks (like she could carry full barrels no problem and able to break human bones with barely any effort, she’s holding back her strength constantly); her nails and hair can act as poison spines if she wills it; she has a soft, round, baby-faced… er, face, but has a long, jagged scar on the right side of her face that runs from her forehead, down her eye- her right eye being partially blind from said injury- and ends at just barely past the corner of her mouth.

Clothing: Collared White Shirt with pearl-like iridescent coloring, sleeves have a ruffle that cascades from the elbow to about the wrist; Dark Brown or Dark Grey loose fitting- but not too baggy- pants to hide her split tail, multi-belt things that hold multiple Sea Prism Stone lined bags/pouches that hold money, medical supplies, regular supplies, poisons, and personal items that she holds dearly; Fingerless Gloves to hide her webbed fingers; Black practical boots to comfortably walk/run/move in as well as hide her tail fin in them; a Sea Prism Stone lined strap that goes across her torso for carrying her weapons, more poisons and medicines, and more medical supplies.

Hair: Long, Scarlet with off-white stripes; resembles lionfish spines/fins; almost always has her hair in two braids.

Eyes: Really Dark Brown, almost looking Black.

Likes: Sweet foods, Savory foods, Salty foods, Food in general (a bit of a glutton; neutral on sour and spicy foods), Music, Singing, Dancing, Helping People, Healing People, Honesty, Genuine Emotions/Vulnerability, Swimming (duh), Tinkering/Inventing, Searching for stuff underwater/Treasure Hunting, Poetry, Harmless Jokes/Puns/Harmless Pranks/Humor overall ("Laughter is the best medicine"), a good story, good company, a good drink/good booze, good weed (uses it both recreationally and medically)("Do you smoke?" "Smoke what~?" >:3c), Fancy/Pretty Jewelry/Clothes (never has the money for them).

Personality: Kind, sweet, and caring, but a bit bitter, cynical, and jaded; a worrywart and can mother-hen a bit; can fluctuate between the patience of a saint and ‘I’m so DONE with Y’ALL’ at whiplash-inducing speeds; has trust issues; if you over-exaggerate and/or are a drama-queen about an injury/illness/etc, she’ll tell you ‘walk it off and shut up’ but she can/will carry/drag you to the med-bay if you’re injured/ill/etc but try to get out of it (examples: “I’m fine” “it’s just a scratch” “I’ll rest when I’m dead”); has a strong desire to help/heal those around her and wants to become one of the best doctors in the world; god help you if you get her angry, but it takes a while to get her there; is mostly honest, but knows when to lie/not give out information/etc; anxious, but hides it well (lots of internal panicked screaming); has a good sense of humor: various jokes/puns, including medical ones, fish jokes/puns post reveal.

Weapon(s): 13.5 inch Tactical Bowie Knife with a serrated edge, a Harpoon with a rope attached to the one end and a detachable/replaceable tip, and one long range/sniper dart gun and one short range/pistol dart gun (both dart guns use pressurized air/air pressure to fire the darts).

Dislikes: Bitter foods- especially olives, Liars/Disingenuous People/Disingenuous interactions (knows that lying/manipulation is sometimes needed but still doesn't like it), crappy booze, how expensive medical supplies can be, creepy perverts who hit on her/still hit on her even though she's made her disinterest obvious, racists/bigots/prejudice people, the Marines/World Government as a whole.

Fighting:Merfolk Blade/Combat Knife Fighting Style, Merfolk Spear/Trident/Harpoon Fighting Style, Minor Pole-arm Fighting Style, Dart Guns- short and long range- are more for support and/or a last resort, Black Belt in Merfolk Martial Arts, Black Belt in Merfolk Water Combat Arts.

Hobbies: Art/Drawing/Painting, Tinkering/Inventing, Dancing, Singing, Drumming, Gardening/Growing Plants, Creative Writing, Treasure Hunting, Writing Music/Songs.

Other Skills: Cooking/Baking (Good at it), Nutritional Planning (Really Good at it), Minor Navigational Skills (better at sea), Minor Shipwright Skills, Minor Meteorology Skills (better at sea), Minor Building/Mechanical Skills, Tinkering/Inventing (Good at it), Singing (Amazingly Good at it; Like, She’s been mistaken for a Siren and- if she decided to change careers- could very easily become a famous singer), Fishing/Hunting (Amazing at it), Lying/Manipulation (Slightly Above Average), Genuine Flirting (Is Okay at it), Art/Drawing/Painting (Good at it; never has enough funds for good quality supplies- always got the cheap stuff), Poetry (Above Average), Dancing (Great at it), Gardening/Growing Plants (Good at it), Drum Instruments/Drumming (Really Good at it).

[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || BECOME A REAL COUPLE

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine (with she/her pronouns)

| word count : 2700

| published : 05 december 

| request : Hi hiiii!! I saw that your requests were open again :) I would like to order a black coffee please! a fake dating → feelings realisation where (fem) reader is from one of the big 3 clans and is pressured into finding a SO by her clan. So Gojo offers to fake date her; meeting her parents etc. Only for them both to realise that they ended up falling for each other. Would love to see how you determine the way they handle it and confess for real. Thank you!! Love all your work so far x

| barista’s notes : can i be completely honest with you? this little piece isn’t really my best ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ even though it’s only been 2 days but i already feel like my writing skills have disappeared ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but other than that, thank you so much for loving all my work ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ i really hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

“You have to get married soon Y/N! You’re 27 and we have no heir for the Kamo clan!”

“Didn’t I leave the clan 10 years ago? There is no way I’m going to listen to someone like you nor my child is forced to become a jujutsu sorcerer, and what makes this more irritating is that you came all the way to my workplace to tell me this,” you snapped back at the man in front of you, before turning around trying to walk away from the situation. However, it seemed like the old man wasn’t going to give in to the situation or to the rejection of your answer, he was stubborn - just like you were, after all, that was the only thing you inherited from that man.

“Y/N! I am your father and I demand you to listen to me!”

“Shut up!” you shouted before turning to look over your shoulder. The man that stood there pride and arrogance running through his veins - something that you didn’t inherit, fortunately. There was no way you could call this man your father. The same ‘father’ that criticized you for not having the same blood manipulation like the rest of the family - well that’s what he gets for being with a woman from a different clan that had a different curse technique that you inherited - an outcast, that was what you were within the Kamo clan, yet they still demanded you to get married and have a child to keep the lineage going. There was no way in hell you were going to follow their rules.

“What a disgusting father you are, no wonder mother left you,” you commented with a smirk before continuing to walk away to go back to where you were heading. On the other hand, it seemed like someone else wanted to disturb your plans.

“Y/N~”

                                     ꕥ

At this current moment in time, you were standing in front of one of the very few vending machines that were located within Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College wondering what you were going to choose since you were still undecided. Cold Water? Milk tea? Coffee? Maybe a carbonated fruit drink to satisfy your sweet tooth? You weren’t so sure.

“Have you put money in the machine yet honey~?” someone asked you from behind, causing you to quickly turn around to see a tall white-haired figure standing before you with a teasing smile painted upon his face.

“Satoru? Ah...no I haven’t” you muttered as you scratched your cheek with your finger, trying to occupy yourself with something to not look at him. “Let me pay for you then,” Gojo then offered as he reached over to the side, accidentally brushing his arm - causing you to tense up - before he placed some of his coins within the slot to add some currency into the machine before you could even deny his offer.

“I could pay for myself you know, and we’re alone, you don’t have to act,” you stated before sighing in defeat, as you turned back around to decide what you were going to choose once again. “I know,” Gojo commented back to you before gently placing his chin upon your shoulder, leading you to tense up once again from the physical contact before slowing relaxing, “but what type of boyfriend would be I if I didn’t treat you a little?”.

‘Well fake boyfriend Satoru’

                                        ꕥ

“Your family pressuring you again?” Satoru cheerfully asked as he walked beside you, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere from the conversation that you had with your ‘father’ just a few seconds ago.

“More like the Kamo clan than the L/N clan, get married this, get married that. Is that all I am good for? Marriage? Augh, I just need them to leave me alone, I left for a damn reason,” you ranted as you put your hands in your pockets, restraining yourself from punching something to let out some steam.

“How about I date you then?” Gojo suddenly asked, leading you to look at him with the most wide-eyed expression like he had just said something completely stupid - to which he did - but before you could even augre what he just stated, Gojo quickly began to explain what he meant by his little statement. “What I mean is let’s fake that we’re dating, we deceive everyone that we’re together and the Kamo clan will finally leave you alone once they realise that you are in a relationship with someone from the Gojo clan aka me, they can’t augre with that,”.

Still looking at your colleague with a dumbfounded expression, you turned your head to look in front of you before thinking about what he had just suggested. What Gojo stated to you was somewhat a clever idea. The Kamos family was obsessed with bloodlines and for you to be with Gojo means that they would foolishly believe they can become more powerful. Even though you didn’t physically inherit the blood manipulation curse technique, you still had in somewhere in your veins due to your father meaning they would believe they still have a chance for a powerful heir. However, that would mean you have to announce this to the clan as well as your mother’s clan - which wasn’t much of an issue for her side - it was just too much effort for a fake relationship.

“Satoru that is so much effort, you’re going to have to meet the Kamo clan then,” you commented, after realising the pros and cons of this little ordeal. “I know, but once we end this little fakery of a relationship, they don’t have to know, you don’t have to report your every move to them, remember you left,” Gojo explained back, leading to any worries that you had manifesting to instantly fade away with the wind. 

Taking one last sigh, you turned back to him and nodded. “Fine, let’s fake date Satoru,” you finally declared before taking your hand out in front of him for a handshake, leading to the powerful shaman to take hold of your hand before firmly shaking it, “okay fake-girlfriend! Leave it to me,”

                                ꕥ

Sitting in front of your dad across a table was something you never wished on your worst enemy, you hated that you were back in the four walls that you had escaped from many years ago. However, for some odd reason, when Gojo was by your side, you felt completely safe.

“Since when did this little association between the both of you come to play?” your father asked in a suspicious tone as he eyed both you and Gojo - yet, knowing how greedy your father was for power, you could tell he was delighted at the fact you were ‘together’ with the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. 

“Ah~ We have been together since our last year at Jujutsu Tech,” Gojo explained as he turned to look at you with a cheeky smile on his face to which you smiled back at him, trying to keep up with the facade of being a fake couple. “And you didn’t inform me this Y/N?” your father then asked to which then you explained, “well, I did leave the clan a year after that, so I had the right to no inform you. After all, I’m not your daughter like you stated beforehand,” 

Angered by your sudden statement, your father immediately slammed his hand on the desk as if the statement wasn’t true at all. “I demanded you to come back, I demanded you to respect the name of the Kamo Clan and this is how you taint it,” you father roared in fury, causing Gojo to put an arm out in front of you as if he was protecting you from anything that could happen to cause you to look at him in shock.

“Technically, Y/N didn’t even taint your name, she took their mother’s, so you’re in the wrong here, don’t do something that you will regret,” Gojo sinisterly threatened the man that was in front of both on you, before taking your hand in his as a way to comfort you - surprising you once again from his actions, yet for some reason, you gripped on his hand somewhat conveying him that you were thankful for him standing up for you.

                                      ꕥ

“Ah Miss Y/N, did you come to see your mother?” a maid asked in a surprised tone, once she noticed that you came out of your designated room with you adjusting your red obi sash around your waist as your wore your family’s kimono, white was light in colour embroidered with the minimalist design of flowers and butterflies - giving you a somewhat soft feminine look, contrasting the portrayal of your character somewhat.

“You know you don’t have to put the ‘Miss’ in front of my name, and I do apologise for the sudden visit, I forgot to inform you all,” you told the maid with a gentle smile, leading to the maid to smile at you back before you then continued with, “Ah, I did come to meet my mother, but have you seen Satoru? Like a tall man with white hair, who is also wearing sunglasses,”. However, before the maid could answer your question.

“Y/N~”

Turning around, you found Gojo walking towards you with your mother by his side, causing you to freeze in shock as you didn’t expect him to go to your mother without you. “I thought we agreed to greet my mother together Satoru,” you commented as you pointed your index finger at him to emphasise your point, only for him to smile at you cheekily before scanning his eyes up and down at your new outfit. “You do look beautiful in your kimono though, is this what you wear when you come back home?” Gojo then asked, to which you nodded at his question - trying to ignore your pending blush being slowly painted in your cheeks - before you quickly greeted your mother, who was watching from the sideline.

“Good Afternoon mom, I apologise for coming to visit you so suddenly,” you said to her, to which your mother softly smiled at you before cupping your cheeks in her hands. “There is no need to apologise, I’m happy that you came back home since you are so busy back at the school, but also I’m happy that your boyfriend introduced himself to me, he is quite a different character must I say,” she commented with a light laugh, causing you to turn to him wondering what he had said to her, only for him to put up a peace sign as if that would answer your wondering thoughts. Although, before you could even vocalise your confusion, your mother linked her arms with yours before guiding you down the corridor to welcome you home.

“I can tell he really cares about you Y/N,” your mother stated, causing you to look at her with a perplexed expression to which she then smiled back at you before beckoning Gojo to follow the both of you to invite him for some sweets and tea that were being prepared.

‘If only you knew mom, if you only knew how much I care about him as well even though this isn’t real’

                                      ꕥ

“You’ve been staring at the canned latte for some time, do you want that one?” 

Suddenly, you instantly snapped out of your thoughts - not realising that you were in a daze - causing you to then immediately click on the button indicating on the mentioned drink. “Ah, sorry I was just wondering if I should go with the strong or light one,” you then answered, trying to hide the fact you were looking back on the moments that you had with Gojo.

“Are you okay?” Gojo then asked as he removed his chin from your shoulder, letting you crouch down to grab the coffee from the dispenser before collecting the coins from the other dispenser to give back to Gojo, only for him to shake his hand and say, “if you need another drink, you can use it,”

‘Is that why he put extra in?’

“Are you sure?” you quietly ask, only for the cheeky shaman to nod his head before he deciding to walk with you to wherever you were heading off too. “Like I said before, what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil you a bit?” Gojo then asked once again, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“You know we’re not really dating right? We are a fake couple,” you mentioned, as you opened the can of coffee to take a sip after reminding him about the little plan that the both of you came up with to avoid the whole ‘marriage’ drama from the Kamo clan.

However, you didn’t hear an answer from your friend. Only pure silence surrounded the both of you, causing you to be perplexed on why you didn’t instantly hear a sassy comment back from the shaman, leading you to pause and turn your head to the side, only to see the man look at you dead in the eyes with his crystal blue ones.

‘Since when did he?’

“What if I don’t wanna be a fake boyfriend anymore?” Gojo questioned you with an uncharacteristic serious tone, causing you to look at him in bewilderment before quickly coming to the conclusion that he was probably teasing you.

“You mean you want to end this facade? If you want we can, there is kind of no point in continuing this little act,” you replied, as you took a sip of the caffeinated drink causing you to gain a little bit of energy in a short amount of time.

“Y/N, I’m being serious, I don’t want to be your fake-boyfriend anymore, I want this to be real,” Gojo then declared, causing you to suddenly choke on the liquid in shock before letting out a coughing fit as you tried to clear your throat leading to Gojo patting your back to help you out.

“Ha?” you then expressed, not sure on how to react to his declaration as you tried to look for any deception in his eyes. “Oh you are being serious Satoru,” you then commented to which then he nodded as if he didn’t already convince you that he hadn’t already.

Quickly looking away from the man, you were trying to hide the rose hues that slowly was coming upon your face. You thought you were the only one feeling this way. You thought you were alone on this. Ever since that moment when you and Gojo met your father, you always wanted to stay by his side, you felt like you were important, you felt safe, you felt warm. 

It was like what your mother explained to you when you were young, ‘don’t make the same mistake as me Y/N, when you find someone you want to be with, make sure they make you feel safe and protect and not just the ‘butterflies in your stomach feeling’, I want you to feel loved and important, I’m so sorry for putting you through this’

“Y/N, come on say something, I’m not a nervous guy but this is something else you know,” Gojo pleaded as he wasn’t really enjoying the long silence that was going on around both you and him, only for you to suddenly grip his dark blue jacket before pulling him closer to press your face upon his chest as if you were still trying to hide but somewhat trying to express some confidence in what you were planning to do.

“Are you absolutely being serious ?” you then asked, once again asking how serious he was being.

“Absolutely serious,” Gojo then replied as he placed his large hand on the top of your head before caressing your hair, trying to comfort you from your embarrassment.

“Then I don’t wanna be your fake girlfriend anymore….please,” you then murmured as you gripped his jacket more tightly as you confessed your long time thoughts, only to suddenly feel a peck being placed on the crown of your head.

“Of course honey~ let’s become a real couple”

[seiyasabi]

Momma’s Boy

(This is a Yandere Severus Snape x Hufflepuff! Female Reader story :)) Sorry if this is too OOC!

TW: Bullying!, unhealthy feelings!, manipulation!, Mommy kink!, face sitting!, creampie!, Femdom!, consensual sex!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

A wide hand smacks his books from his hands, casting everything onto the cobblestone floor. A soft sigh leaves the blach haired man’s mouth, as he slowly looks up from his belongings, to see a smirking Sirius Black. 

“Watch where you’re going, Snape-boy,” The four males let out ugly laughs, eyes filled with mockery. Severus says nothing, moving to pick up his things, only to be stopped by James. 

“Don’t think that we’ll let you off the hook that easily,” The brunet’s glasses gleam with a dark delight, making the bullied boy gulp in fear, “We’ve seen you creep around that cute hufflepuff- what was her name again?” He pretends to think, allowing a grinning Peter to take over. 

“Yeah, you’ve been creeping around that cutie, (Your Name), for far too long. We’ve noticed you following her like a kicked puppy,” Remus shoves Severus into the wall, causing the 6’1 (1.85 m) man to hit it harshly. 

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you telling her lies about us,” Confusion is clear on the tall man’s face, causing all four of them to scoff, “She refuses to hang out with us, because she claims we harass you! That’s not true, is it, Snape-boy?” 

“I-well, uhm-”

“I-well, uhm,” James mocks, a knowing grin on his devilish features, “Don’t be nervous, we won’t hurt you.”

“Well, you lot haven’t been too kind to me these past few years,” More scoffs echo off the cobblestone walls, making the tall man feel small. 

“That’s not true, and you know it. We’ve been joking around with you, because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Remus reassures condescendingly, “Plus, friends tell friends when they’re wrong. You’re wrong for pursuing (Your Name), because Remus, here,” He slaps the dirty blond man on the back good-naturedly, “Liked her first. So, having you around, writing in your creepy notebooks about her, will no longer be appreciated.” 

An angry flush covers Snape’s pale cheeks, “It-it’s not like that! (Your Name) is my friend, please don’t make me-”

“Make you? We never make you do anything. We’re just suggesting you leave her alone, unless you want us to take matters into our own hands.” 

Sweat beads on the brow of the black haired man, as he tried to look around for anyone willing to help. No one besides the five of them are in the hall. 

“No,” The four raise a collective eyebrow at his disobedience, “No, I won’t stop being friends with (Your Name). I don’t care what you do to me.”

“That’s sweet, really, but I’m going to have to change your mind,” Remus snarls, his hands balling into fists. In a swift motion, the dirty blond man starts to punch at Severus’ face and chest. The tall man doesn’t have time to put his hands up, getting wailed in the head and torso multiple times. 

The blond’s friends jump in as well, quickly bringing their victim to the floor. Their kicks and hits are rapid paced, disorienting him relatively quickly. He curls into the fetus position, trying to protect his head, luckily stopping their punches. 

His assault continues for a few moments more, before he’s dragged to his feet, and held against the wall by the collar of his shirt, “Are you going to leave her alone now?” 

Snape shakes his head, blood dripping down his face, entire body aching, “No, I won’t. I let you lot walk all over me for far too long. We’re in our last year, why are you acting as if we’re first years?” 

Remus tightens his grip around his collar, teeth bared like an animal, “That’s the wrong answer.”

The blond raises a fist to punch him once more, only to be stopped by a familiar voice. 

“What are you doing?” Your concerned voice rings through the hall, along with your running footsteps. Hurrying up to the group of boys, you start to shove at Remus, trying to break his hold on your close friend (crush), “Let him go! Are you crazy?” 

Your friends are seen down the hall, looking at you in both surprise and slight disdain, “(Your Name), stay out of their business. Once they settle it, everything will be fine-”

“You can’t honestly think that I’ll let them hurt Severus! He’s our friend, and-”

“Stop standing up for him, he’s a total creep. The Marauders are doing you a favour-” You block out what your friends are saying, continuing to push at the blond’s hands. 

“Stop it, Remus! Just leave him alone!” He quickly pulls away, causing you to sigh in relief, only for you to be the one pinned against the wall. Your friend is being held by the blond’s lackeys, holding him back from helping you. Your other friends watch on in horror.

“Why must you always get in my way, Love? I’m trying to teach him a lesson,” You wrinkle your nose in disgust, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

“Don’t call me that. Just leave Severus and I alone. I understand that you have taken a liking towards me, but that doesn’t excuse your horrid behaviour. If anything, it makes me dislike you! You’re nasty, big headed, crude, and mean for virtually no reason! I don’t understand why you and your friends act this way-”

“He doesn’t deserve your affection!” He blurts out without thinking, his grip on your wrists tightening, “He hangs around you like a dark shadow, he makes everyone around him uncomfortable-”

“I think he’s cute,” You snap out uncharacteristically, “In fact, him following me around is harmless; you following me around, on the other hand, is very harmful. People are afraid to talk to me because of you, and he’s one of the only people who stayed being my friend. I don’t want to hear you talk badly about him, when he has made my life better than it was before.”

Remus releases you after a long moment of silence, a hurt look on his handsome features, “Fine. Stay with the freak if you want to, just don’t come crying to me-”

“I won’t. I won’t seek you out, ever,” The blond motions towards his friends, prompting them to release your friend. You hurry to the dark haired man, cupping his face with soft hands, “Are you alright, Severus? They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” His lip trembles, signaling oncoming tears, prompting you to turn towards your friends and wave off their concern, “It’s alright, you guys go to class, I’ll take him to the nurse.”

They stalked off, Remus constantly looking back at you. Unfortunately for him, all of your attention is on a certain tall man. 

“Come along, Sev, let’s go to the nurse,” He shakes his head as he sobs uncontrollably, “No? Well, I can’t let you stay battered… Do you want to go to my dormitory? I’ll heal you there,” He nods, allowing you to half-drag-half-pull him towards the Hufflepuff dorm. You’d picked up his things and set them in your satchel, before heading off. Many cast the Slytherin man questioning looks, but quickly realised who was helping him. You’re known as one of the kindest souls at Hogwarts, so it’s not too unlike you to help the freaks of the school. 

Once in your room, you help him sit on your full size mattress. You share the room with only one other girl, leaving two empty beds between the both of you. Luckily, she’s out of the room, most likely at her boyfriend’s dorm room. 

Sitting beside him, you quickly pull out your wand, “This might feel a bit weird, but I promise I’m helping,” You murmur a healing spell to yourself, watching as his skin becomes smooth and even toned once more, “There we go! Good as-oh no, why are you crying again? Did it hurt?” 

Hearing your distraught voice, he tries to comfort you whilst bawling his eyes out, “Nu-no, no, you du-did nothing wu-wrong,” He throws his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug, “It-it’s just… You treat me so well, and-and I love you so much-” He cuts himself off to hide his face in your neck. Oh no, he just accidentally confessed!

You giggle to yourself at his shy behaviour, and run a hand through his messy hair, “It’s because I love you too, silly,” When you say that, Severus practically feels his soul leave his body. His Darling loves him?

“You-you love me too?” Nodding against him, you cuddle him sweetly. You rub his back reassuringly, rocking him slightly. 

“Yep! I’ve liked you for the past few years, but I never had the courage to confess,” He raises his head, looking at you with watery eyes. 

“Really?” When you nod, he can’t help himself, “Can I- Can I please have a kiss?” 

“Of course!” You lean forward, giving him a sweet peck. Severus practically creams his pants at the feeling of your lips on his. Seeing his bright red face, you frown a bit, moving his hair out of his face, “Are you alright? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” 

“No! No, it was nice,” A dreamy smile crosses his handsome features, as he leans in again, “Can I please have another one?” Smiling, you nod, smooching him softly once more. 

This, in turn, turns into a whole makeout session. You slide onto his lap, making it easier for you to reach his mouth. Your new seating arrangements allow you to feel his hard cock under your ass, a small smile quirking its way onto your lips, “Are you excited, Sevvy?” You hear a small whimper in response, causing you to giggle, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Please?” Instead of responding, you start to grind against his clothed cock. Your panty clad cunny is directly against his fly, your skirt just barely covering your ass. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, their massive size making you feel secure. Severus whines at your grinding movement, hips bucking into your own. To silence him, you give him an open mouthed kiss, your tongue dominating his own. 

Drawing away from his mouth, there’s a long string of saliva connecting you both together. Using a manicured finger, you break it, and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, licking your shared spit off seductively, “Do you want me to fuck you, Sevvy? Wanna be inside of me?” 

“Yes! Yes, please!” You run a hand over his clothing clad chest, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Okay, Baby. Do you want me to suck your cock? Or do you wanna eat me out?” His hands grip at the fat of your hips, drool practically dripping from his gaping mouth. 

“Let me eat you, please,” Snape begs, bucking slightly into you. You cup his face with both hands and grin, pinching his cheeks teasingly. 

“Okie dokie, Sevvy. Lay back for me,” He drops back like a corpse, flopping haphazardly on your, surprisingly comfortable, mattress. Unzipping your uniform skirt, you slide it down your legs, tossing it on the other side of your bed. Your cute boyfriend gasps at the sight of your thong, never seeing one before. Chuckling at his shocked reaction, you quickly strip yourself of your blazer and dress shirt, exposing your lace bralette, “Do you like what you see?” 

His head practically snaps off his neck with how fast he nods, “You look so… so beautiful, (Your Name). I feel so lucky to see you this way,” A dark blush coats your (skin colour) cheeks, as you look away a bit shyly. 

“Thank you. Will you let me see you undressed?” He squeaks out a ‘yes,’ prompting you to practically rip off his slacks, dress shirt, and blazer. Only in his drawers, your heart jumps into your throat. His broad shoulder and lightly muscled abdomen look wonderfully full, and the very apparent bulge in his boxers make you lick your lips hungrily, “Are you ready to eat my pussy, Sev?”

“Yes, please sit on my face,” You gawk at his out-of-character words, but do as he asks. Slipping your panties off, you scoot forward, placing your bare cunny on his awaiting maw. He helps you settle on him by wrapping his arms around your (Size) thighs, relishing the feeling of your fat being squished between his forearm and bicep. 

Because he wrapped his arms over your legs, he is able to part your pussy lips, giving him easy access to your throbbing core. He gives an experimental lick to your slit, making your legs tremble. Now knowing that he’s doing something right, he dives in like  a man starved. His teeth lightly nip at your engorged clit, all whilst his tongue dips into your dripping hole. A squeal leaves your lips, signaling the pleasure you’re currently feeling. 

Gripping his head by his hair, you throw your head back in pleasure, “Ye-yes! You’re doing so well for me!” He keens at your praise, increasing the speed of his ministrations. Though you can tell that he’s a virgin, he’s exceeding your expectations by a long shot. Lightly grinding against his face, more moans and whimpers leave your throat, your entire body becoming rigid as your orgasm approaches. With one last well placed suck, you’re cumming into his open mouth. Your juices run down his chin and splash against his cheekbones, causing Snape’s heart to practically beat out of his chest. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Moving off of his face, you pat him on the head affectionately, “Did I do good?” He wipes some of your juices off of his mug, before slurping them down. 

“You were amazing, Sevvy. Have you done this before?” He shakes his head no, making you coo softly, “You’re a natural! Such a good boy.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” It’s like his entire body took a screenshot, with how still he became. He must have thought you’d be disgusted… but you aren’t. Instead, a small moan leaves your lips, before you bring him up into a hug. 

“My Baby Boy likes calling me Mommy? You’re so adorable,” You reach down to his cock, pulling him out with a tender touch. His tip is a dark pink, his precum dripping down his thick length. A large vein runs up the underside of his circumcised prick, and you can’t wait to sit on it, “Is it ok for Mommy to sit on your pretty cock, Sevvy?” You slip him between your cunny lips, grinding down on his length, and mixing your liquids together. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Please, please fuck me!” Taking him in one hand, you guide him to your opening, before pushing his tip inside teasingly. His whimper causes a gush of your slick to coat his length, helping you ease down him, until your pelvises touch. You can feel his dark, trimmed pubic hair rub against your cunny, making you squeeze down experimentally, “You-you’re so tight!” 

Smiling at him coyly, you reach behind you, and unclasp your bra, letting your perfect tits jiggle enticingly. You toss it aside, before grasping Severus’ hands, and guiding them to your breasts. He immediately squeezes, loving the feeling of them in his hands. You let out a small whimper, moving your hips in a circular motion, ultimately grinding him against your cervix. 

“Can I move, Pretty Boy?” Groans of pleasure rattle his chest, as you start to suck dark hickies onto his pristine skin. 

“Yes! Yes!” Giggling, you quickly lift your hips almost off of his cock, before slamming down harshly. Both of you groan in pleasure, signaling you to increase your pace. Moving at lightning speed, you start to bounce rapidly. Tits jiggling in the Slytherin boy’s hands, you bring him into a heated kiss. 

You swallow down his desperate whines, your hands pulling at his unkempt locks. Juices dripping down his cock, both of your thighs are quickly covered by your essence. His abdomen rubs against your clit with every bounce, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Breaking from the kiss, you suck on the skin of his throat, before speaking, “You’re so big, Sevvy. My pussy can barely handle how thick you are,” His hips meet yours, hitting your cervix harshly. A loud moan escapes you, “Fu-fuck! You’re so good for Mommy! Come on, Darling, meet my movement, and you can cum inside.”

At your words, he starts a breakneck pace, meeting your every movement with a mighty thrust. Your hands reach up to pinch his pretty, pink nipples, making him falter in his movements. 

“Mommy! Mommy-you feel so good! Please let me cum inside!” Increasing almost impossibly in speed, you feel yourself quickly hurtling over the edge. 

“Gu-go ahead! Mommy wants you to cum with her!” With one last sitting movement, the both of you orgasm harshly. Your back arches almost painfully, as you feel him fill you to the brim with thick, hot cum. Your own juices squirt out, coating the both of you in a sheen of white sperm and a glossy cunny juice. 

Severus face plants into your chest, practically drowning in your perfect teats. Whilst catching your breath, you run your hands through his hair, loving how silky the strands are. 

“You did well, Sevvy. You were so good for me,” You fully embrace him, as he buries his head further into your plush chest. 

“Th-thank you, Mommy, I’m glad I was good enough for you,” Bringing his face up to your level (wish is relatively hard, because he’s tall), you smile sweetly at him. 

“You’re always enough for me,” Kissing him on the forehead, you cuddle into him for a while longer. 

While you’re content and happy, Severus is over the moon. 

The girl he’d pined over for years is finally within his grasp! He’d have to write this moment down the moment he gets to his dorm! 

He’s just one step closer to stealing her away the moment they graduate. Hopefully, you’ll still be the homemaker he knows you’re meant to be, even if you’re a bit angry at him at first. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he knows that you’re the only one for him. Hopefully, you think the same, too.

[yeah-i-like-to-write]

nahoya x male house wife

the gang goes to nahoyas house and they meet his house wife who babys them and cooks for them etc. and refuses to leave

I could not find any rules

Fun fact is I have no rules! As long as it’s sfw.

(Instead of nahoya’s house,it’s the readers house. And he’s housewife material)

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Pairing: Nahoya kawata x Male reader

As in gang I mean: Draken,Mikey,souya,mitsuya and Baji.

Warnings: None

Humming softly to yourself as you removed the pan from the stove and quickly poured it into a serving bowl. There was the curry,all you needed was to put the rice into the other serving bowl,so you did just that.

Your boyfriend asked if he and his friends could come over tonight to hang out,and due to your parents being away you said yes,which made him send multiple smiley faces and hearts with a thank you.

You placed a stack of 6 plates and 6 pairs of silver ware,along side napkins. Clapping happily you as you finished,but you were quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. You walked over and checked the peephole. There stood nahoya,souya,Mikey,draken and mitsuya. Your boyfriend and his friends.

“Hello!” You waved to everyone as soon as you opened the door,receiving multiple “yo’s” and a “hey” from mitsuya. You stepped aside and invited them all in,to which they accepted and walked in,looking around. The smell of food instantly hit their noses and they looked back at you.

“Did you cook something,YN?” Mikey asked as he and the others took off their boots and coats. You nodded. “What kind of boyfriend am I if I let him and his friends starve?” You joked to which they all agreed then laughed. Walking ahead of the boys you lead them to the living room that was connected to the kitchen.

“Does anyone want a plate yet?” You asked pas you hovered your hands above the serving spoons. Nahoya nodded before standing besides you,watching as you got him a plate. Handing it to him his grin went to a smile.

“Thank you,lovebug” he quickly pecked your cheek,causing your face to heat up. “What’s this? You gettin’ shy on me again?” He teased causing you to shove lightly his shoulder with a laugh. He went to sit on the floor infront of the dining table,by souya.

“Do you want a plate,draken?” You asked,looking up at the tall man. He paused nervously before shaking his head. “I can serve it myself” you shook your head. “It’s fine draken,I can just server you one.” You replied and pat his shoulder as if you were the taller one. He simply nodded and handed you his plate. Once you were done he slightly bowed. “Thank you,Yn” you smiled and nodded before grabbing another plate.

“Souya?mitsuya?Mikey? Do you guys want any,I made a lot of food but only nahoya and draken have gotten some” you said with a small pout. Souya stood up and walked over. “Can you please serve me a plate,YN?” He asked softly. You nodded with a smile. “Of course!” You quickly added half rice,half curry onto the plate and handed it to him with silverware. He nodded and muttered a soft thankyou before walking back.

“Mitsuya?mikey?” They both got up and headed over to you. “Please fix us plates,YN” mitsuya asked kindly with Mikey nodding in the background. You nodded with a smile and fixed them both plates,earning a thank you from the both of them.

Before Mikey could walk away you held his shoulder softly. “I have some dorayaki in the oven,it’s already made. Let me know if your still hungry after the curry” you flashed him a soft smile. His face instantly lit up as he nodded repeatedly. You only laughed as he walked away with a smile on his face.

You sighed happily seeing all the food was finally gone. You looked over at smiley and saw him nodding as if he were agreeing to something. You listened as you put things away.

“Your boyfriend is like- amazing.” Mikey said excitedly.

“I agree,protect him smiley. They only come once in a lifetime.” Draken pat his shoulder.

“I’ve never met a boy that could cook and be so nice to people he just met.” Mitsuya cooed after he swallowed his food.

“That’s my brother-in-law alright.” Souya added on.

“Hey! We’re not married- we’re 16!” Nahoya whisper-yelled,trying not to be too loud.

“Yet.” They all said asynchronously.

At this point you were a smiling idiot,you were very happy that they all thought so highly of you when it’s your first time meeting them. Not only were you smiling,your face was on fire.

You walked over to nahoya,flashing a smile to the others before you bent over to the sitting pinkette. “You have something on your face..” you mumbled as you wiped his cheek with your thumb. “Thank you,lovebug. Why don’t you sit and eat with us?” He asked.

“I uh,I’m not hungry right now?” You replied,questioning your own statement. You shrugged it off and sat next to him,awkwardly staring at the table.

“So,YN.” Your figure practically perked up as you sat straight,looking at Mikey. “Hm?” You asked. “Are you what they call,a housewife?” Draken quickly flicked Mikey’s head before apologizing for his bluntness.

“It’s okay,it’s okay really. But if I had to answer I guess I’d say yeah.” Your voice was nervous and quiet. Everyone thought the childish teen made you somewhat uncomfortable,so they tried moving to another topic.

“How did you meet nahoya?” Mitsuya asked while he took another bite of his food. Nahoya raised his hand. “I know- I rennet how we met!” He acted as if he was waiting on a teacher to pick him which caused you all to laugh.

“Okay nahoya,tell them” you smiled at him. “We met a fair!” He yelled. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “How did we meet,nahoya?.” He let out an “oh” of realization before telling everyone.

You ran,trying not to trip as it poured down. It was raining harshly and there was nowhere you could take cover. You were in a hakama with a haori,getting absolutely soaked. Until you bumped into someone sending you back.

You were about to fall into the ground before a hand grabbed your own and pulled you to their chest. Your face was on fire,you didn’t know who it was but this was such a cliche start to romance in every book or manga. You looked up after noticing rain wasn’t hitting you anymore.

There he was,hovering over you with his coat. “What do we have here?” The pinkette cooed. “Im sorry! It’s raining down terribly and I wasn’t looking where I was going!” You apologized which caused him to laugh.

“It’s okay,I wasn’t looking either. I have a bike not far from here. Maybe I can drive you home?” He asked with a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

You noticed the golden words that were embroidered into his jacket. He must’ve meant a motorcycle bike. You nodded while looking up at him and watched as his cheeks flush more.

You both ran to the parking lot sharing the coat as cover. You both laughed as you made it to the bike and got on,put on helmets before speeding away. The rain felt like it was barley touching you as he drove.

“I forgot to introduce to myself,I’m nahoya!” He yelled over the loud engine. “I’m YN! And hey this is my stop!” You pointed to a house and he nodded.

Once you both came to a stop you took off His helmet and handed it to him. “Thank you nahoya! I wrote my number on your hand if you want to hang out anytime soon” you smiled and his face exploded into red. “Thank you for the fun time,YN!” You laughed and waved as you walked to the porch of your house before being let in.

You were all laughing at the shared memory. “Sounds like smiley alright!” Draken declared. You all slowly came to a halt when you heard a car pulling up.

“Oh god those are my parents- please give me your plates!” You quickly collected all of them before running to the dishwasher and putting them there.

“It was so nice to have you all!” You bowed to which they returned it. “Thank you for the food!” They all yelled a synchronously. You watched as nahoya stood and walked over to you.

Both of your lips connected at he kissed you. The others looking away awkwardly. Your hands gripped onto his jacket,letting him know you needed air. After you both finished your faces were red and warm. He snickered at your face before turning to grab his things.

“Sorry everyone! But can you please leave through the back door?” They all nodded beofre grabbing their things and following you to the door.

You gave everyone a side hug as they exited,you grabbed Mikey’s wrist and pulled him back. “Here is your dorayaki,Mikey!” You handed him a container and watched as his face lit up.

“Thank you YN!” He smiled widely as he exited the house.

“Bye lovebug” smiley cooed as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Bye-bye” you waved as they left.

You closed the door as took off your apron,setting it on the table. You went to sit down on the couch and waited for your parents to walk in.

What a goodnight.

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Request are open!

[soupbabe]

Hii! Hope you are doing well!

Could you do a Crusaders x reader where the reader is very affectionate, touchy and cute, love hugging everyone and kissing their s/o? Is always near them and loves resting their head in their s/o chest, blushing sometimes because their are so tall omg

SDC w an Affectionate! S/O

I'm doing fine, I hope you're doing alright anon <3

Jotaro Kujo

He thinks of your affections fondly and not like the overbearing fangirls of his school

He treats it the same way he treats his mother's daily hugs and send off kisses; he pretends he hates it, but he cherishes it and never wants it to stop

He's a bit awkward when it comes to giving out affection in return, so he just resorts to small actions usually

From an outsiders perspective, it just looks like you're giving it your all while he's disinterested and doing the bare minimum

When in reality; Jotaro wrapping an arm around you while you both walk around and kissing the top of your head is more than enough for you to know that the Kujo loves you just as much

He doesn't shy away from your affections unless you're all in a crowded area or a restaurant. He knows you tend to overdo it and there's some environments where it's reasonably uncomfortable for him and the people around you both

You're literally the only one that can fluster him to the point where he just shoots you a lighthearted glare and pulls down his hat to cover up his face

Noriaki Kakyoin

He will act like he's all shy and embarrassed about it, but he does eat up your attention

This boy has that touched starved and attention starved combo

He returns your affections not to your extreme, but it's enough to make your face heat up and leave you flustered

Loves it when you sit next to him and look over at his shoulder when he's reading, drawing, etc

Will gladly show you what he's up to, telling you all about what's going on in his game, book, or what he's drawing

He does prefer a lot of kissing or being all over him in private though, he just gets easily flustered w PDA

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Menaces 👏 to 👏 society 👏 (in a good way)

Will one up you in any way

You give him a simple hug? He will hug you, lift you from the ground a lil, and spin you around

He acts like he hasn't seen you in years Everytime he does it smh

Fair enough to say that he does soak up all of the attention you give him

"Thank you for reminding me how amazingly handsome I am Y/N! But has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are? They're like gorgeous [eye color] jewels ~"

Loves it when you get flustered, giving you a wink and a "You see something you like?" When you stare up at him for too long

Muhammad Avdol

He tries to keep everything professional, but sometimes he can't help it when he melts in your arms and small kisses

You actually try to respect his boundaries, only saving your way of love in more private areas or where's there's not any people

He gets easily flustered when you give him kisses and affection in public

Once you called him "the most handsome man in the world" when he tried on clothes at a store couldn't stop the lovestruck smile he had and the heat across his cheeks

He had to break his personal "no pda" rule and give you a kiss on the cheek before he went back to change in his regular clothes

He doesn't mind you coming up next to him and cuddling with him while the other crusaders are around

But sometimes Polnareff and Joseph sees you two and lightly teases him for "being so indecent in public"

"Holding hands in public, Avdol? I didn't take you for a provocative type!" "Be quiet, Polnareff."

[asraalnazarlove]

Hello, I love your content and I was wandering if you were still doing headcannon requests?

If so, could we please get some extremely fluffy the M6 and MC's normal everyday routines please? So like, who wakes up first, what they have for breakfast, where they eat, what they do most of the day, fluffy interactions, dinner time, evening chill session, night time routine, etc.

Thank you and I love your posts! ♥️

ABSOLUTELY. as always, thanks so much for the ask! if i did all that at once this post would be 18 pages long, so i'm gonna split it up.

for now, here's M6 and MC morning routines :]

ASRA - you wake up to him sleeping with his mouth wiiide open, breathing deep and slow, every exhale ruffling your hair. his arms are still wrapped around you; even asleep, he wants to be as close to you as possible. he never wakes up first if he can help it--he sleeps like a rock. - once you're awake, it doesn't take him long to follow, though. every morning he spends a little while looking at you, as if reminding himself you're really his, committing you to memory all over again. - if it's a slow morning, and neither of you have anywhere to be, he'd be happy to lay in bed with you for hours. cuddle, talk, kiss, mornin' lovin'--anything. morning cuddles are his favorite thing. sometimes you both drift back off to sleep and wake up again. it's the most peaceful and happy time of day. - once you're both out of bed (which always takes some convincing) he immediately gets to making tea. sometimes he'll make breakfast with it, sometimes you do the cooking, but most of the time the two of you walk to the market arm in arm with your tea mugs left to cool on the counter at home. you pick out fruit you like, and never leave the market without a warm, fresh loaf of bread. - your day almost always ends up starting in earnest around noon--any earlier than that is dedicated to your roughly 3-4 hour morning routine of cuddles, tea, and breakfast. even nadia knows not to bother sending for you before then unless it's very urgent.

NADIA - most days nadia has to get up relatively early in order to make all of her appointments and tend to duties of the state. on those busy days, she rises quietly, tucking you in and giving you a kiss on the forehead before leaving you to keep sleeping. - once you wake up, the two of you meet for breakfast--sometimes on her balcony, sometimes on the veranda, sometimes in the gardens--and she updates you on court life. she often asks your opinion on city renovations, telling you about her headaches with the court. if she starts to go off on a tangent to things you don't understand much about, she catches your eye and laughs softly, shaking her head and asking why she's speaking of other things when she could be spending time with you. the rest of breakfast is spent talking about your future together, whether that's the wedding or just what you'll do this weekend. - when you finish breakfast you often sit a little longer in each other's company; if you're outside, you'll lay down with your head on her lap while she runs her hands through your hair, the two of you content to lay around in the sun until you're inevitably called to your duties. - on weekends, or if nadia gets an unexpected day off, she orders breakfast brought to the room. you eat and then immediately head out for a date in the city markets.

JULIAN - this man is a disaster in the morning. usually if he has something big to deal with the next day, he'll be up late worrying and you have to drag his ass to bed. when it's morning, he never wants to get up, because he was up so late and didn't get enough sleep. he'll wrap his gangly limbs around you and bury his face in your hair, mumbling something about how lucky he is to have you...and how much he does not want to get up. - he's also the little spoon unless you insist otherwise. he might be tall, but that doesn't stop him. you usually wake up first, and if you try to move he'll latch onto you like a leech. even in his sleep. sometimes he'll wake up first and pretend to still be asleep so that when you wake up he can enjoy the morning snuggles a little longer. - you make breakfast together, more often than not it turning into some sort of food fight, where he flicks water at you and then you chase him around the house with a spoon of oatmeal trying to aim it for his hair. you usually end up bathing together afterward. - once it's time to get dressed, you usually pick out outfits for each other. sometimes j will want to wear something of yours throughout the day to keep your scent with him while he's working. he also loves to see you wearing his shirts. he showers you with complements every chance he gets.

MURIEL - when the two of you started living together the first order of business was a gigantic bed. muriel was fine with trying to squeeze onto his little bed, but it got a bit unrealistic pretty quickly, what with two whole people and a wolf. you managed to convince him to get a nice big one. he and innana and you still squeeze together on about half of it, though, most of the time. - he always, always wakes up first. sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and doesn't go back to sleep, content to look up at the ceiling and pet innana, or to simply watch you breathe. he likes the reminder that you're alive and happy next to him, especially after a nightmare. - the two of you don't talk much once you're both awake--little sentences here and there, sometimes little jokes and sometimes simple "i love you"s, but that's just because you don't hardly need to; you understand each other. you braid his hair out of his face, sitting on the edge of the bed with him the floor, innana's head in his lap. - he likes to make breakfast for you, and often tries to time it so it's ready right when you wake up. sometimes it doesn't work, and he wakes you up to eat it before it gets cold. - every day, you go on a walk together, innana scouting ahead or trailing behind. you check the perimeter and refresh the magic of the protective charms. asra comes to visit sometimes, and the three of you will go exploring together.

PORTIA - ohh, the cuddles. portia loves any and all of them, whether your arms are around her or she's wrapping hers around you; she just loves affection, and will almost always start the morning bright and early with lots and lots of kisses, all over you. what can she say, she's a morning person. - she goes to work at the palace pretty early still. you walk her to work, and the two of you eat breakfast together in the palace kitchens, talking to all of her friends there. they all know you almost as well as she does, and even though you don't reeally work there you're still one of the little crew. you know all of the ins and outs of their lives, all of the inside jokes and passages of the palace and its staff. if you ever miss anything, portia makes sure to update you when you walk home later that evening. the gossip never stops, and you can't be left out of the loop. - once portia starts working in earnest it's hard to get her to stop, but she'll always come see you on her lunch breaks, telling you about whatever funny thing happened with the nobles that day--who spilled wine on whom, whether or not it was really an accident--and what nadia's been up to.

LUCIO - you are quite literally the only person he won't behead for interrupting his 'beauty sleep.' well, maybe not behead, since he doesn't do that (...much) anymore. the two of you sleep in the most luxurious bed money can buy, complete with four posters and a canopy. the dogs, of course, sleep right at your feet. - if he wakes up first, he'll immediately wake you up too so you can help him pick out an outfit for the day. picking out said outfit usually takes an hour. then he dresses you. that takes much less time, since he knows exactly what you look good in. sometimes he'll pick something a little over the top, and you end up (gently) throwing certain offending garments at him in rebuttal. - breakfast is as ornate and gourmet as it can be; you feed him grapes as you lounge together on a chez, you draped over his chest. he only makes you move sometimes so he can get up and act out a story he's telling, to help you picture it better! - once your day actually gets started (if it ever does) he leaves most decisions to you. he trusts your judgement--and he doesn't like decision making much anyways. he's just eager to go back to the rooms with you.