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whispers-of-gallifrey · 11 months ago
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Many thoughts about how the doctor still feels guilt for Adric after all this time. Like the doctor was right, they never stopped, they just dived headlong into the next adventure to try and forget about it.
It's also kinda funny considering they're not nearly as hung up on Katarina and Sara
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rearranging-deck-chairs · 5 months ago
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if 9&10 were "dont wander off", and 11&12 were "the doctor lies", 13s rule #1 is "dont question me"
"have we not had a good time together" shes pointing yaz to the rule that yaz very well knows is there: we can travel if you dont ask me any difficult questions. yaz knows this is the rule - "because you ask too many questions", "this team structure isnt flat" - but she also was the one to invite the doctor into her home so im pretty sure she also knows shes not gonna kicked out that easily. she has some leeway. which she has been using between revolution and flux, which is why the doctor reminds her of the rules
i dont think she'd kick her out though. she wouldnt. i think it's just that the more you break the rule, the more unpleasant she becomes to be around, and eventually youre gonna walk out on your own. she doesnt want you to, she'd rather you stay and dont ask questions. but if youre gonna try to ask questions anyway, i think thats whats gonna happen
and yaz must think so too. because she does back off. because she doesnt want that to happen either. and it does anyway
#dont question me/dont challenge me. questions are the sore spot but the challenge is one she says explicitly once#because you see this in how she is with other people too. dont try her patience. dont act like shes smaller. dont challenge her or Die#based on the giggle - 'i thought i was clever' 'what do i say?! because im always sooo certain' - i dont think 14 is like this#also based on the expressions of affection#hes not that......reactive. to this. specific thing#so i wonder if it runs over to 15#he seems chill. i think? he seems fairly chill. but also i think we've so far only seen him mostly in control of things#faced with the maestro temporarily not entirely in control hes Notably Less Chill#but still bigger picture. hes mostly in control of things right now i think#or uhhhh based on how eager he seems to get out of the role of doctor#hmmmmm#13 didnt want it but like. was stuck with it i think#didnt want it but nobody else was gonna do it. thats why 12 regenerated#15 comes out 14 Literally Quitting#he doesnt want it and hes decided hes not stuck with it. maybe#none of this is true btw im just saying words recreationally#like those 13 moments are super cherrypicked and i havent rewatched in forever so#dont believe me gfkjghgjh#this is based more on how i write them than what ive seen basically#anyway in terms of 14/yaz i think it takes yaz a while to figure out how to deal with 14 Not being like this#bc she got soooo practiced at handling 13. most of which was abt like not tripping this rule too much#she'd keep it up with 14 and he'd just do stuff that like breaks the rule from his side and yaz wouldnt have any idea how to deal with it#he'd show her hes chilled out a bit. about this. over and over and it'd still take her moooooonthssssssss to start relaxing#just muscle memory at this point. doesnt help that shes also like this#i wonder if 14 - in a sort of compelte reversal - wants to be told what to do and how to do and#seeks out situations where someone else knows more than him so he can sit down and say 'teach me'#i think thats what he does. about all the human stuff. hes like teach me. all of it. show me how to do this
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gilverrwrites · 3 months ago
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I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids 😭
AND ‘omg us meeting Jason’s siblings when’
AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.
Damian
A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.
Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.
“Good morning? Damian right?” You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. “Can I get you anything?”
“Alfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.” Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.
“Oh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.” You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. “Is that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.”
“What do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?”
Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. “Or I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.”
“And tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?” Baby?
“I think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?”
“Do you always avoid questions?”
“Are you always so intense?”
He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.
“I’ll have a coffee.”
You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.
So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.
Dick
Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damian’s letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps ‘dropping by’ Jason's apartment ‘just to see his lil brother’, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.
“Let me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.” He informs as he invites himself through your front door.
“Um, hello Dick?” As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.
“Yep! I can't stay so I’ve gotta make this quick.” he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. “Jay doesn't know I'm here.”
That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.
“But you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?”
You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.
“So, Barbara and I, that's my wife” You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. “have booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.”
“I don’t know.” you finally give your nodding head a break. “Jay and I don’t lie to each other.”
“Right. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.” He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jason’s combat boots approaching your door. Dick’s eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. “Don't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!”
“You too.”
“Thursday, 6.30!”
Before you can agree he’s gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.
Tim
Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.
But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.
“Hello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but I’m Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.”
“I know who you are.” He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. “Is he here?”
“No, but he's picking me up after.” His shoulders visibly ease.
“Cool cool cool.” He’s suddenly much more personable. “So, I hear you're into…”
That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.
When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. “Where is he?”
Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.
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bunnis-monsters · 29 days ago
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Haunted
Male!Yandere Poltergeist x Fem!Reader
Bunni’s Monstertober
Oct 13th
Oct 12
Oct 14
summary: when you’re dared to go to a haunted house, you bring something inhuman back with you.
warnings: dubcon, somno, breeding, belly bulge, pregnancy
A/N: this is a 6k word commission!!
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When your friends dared you to check out a haunted house, of course you accepted. You were never one to turn down a dare, even if you were afraid.
Tying back your hair, you made sure you packed your flashlight and water before tying your shoes and heading out.
It had been rainy recently. Puddles littered the ground, and the sky was a sad gray. The news reporter mentioned a thunderstorm that night… but you shrugged it off.
‘I’ll be home before then, everything is going to be okay. As long as I make it out before 8 pm, I can be back at my apartment before it’s too stormy to walk home safely.’
In the past few years, you had taken an interest in the paranormal, occasionally visiting haunted hot spots and taking a look. Your friends said they found it creepy and dangerous, but now they were daring you to go check out an abandoned building… maybe they were changing their minds?
You stopped as the sidewalk ended and wild grass began. It seemed no one cleaned and maintained the sidewalk past this point, allowing the grass to become overgrown.
‘That’s inconvenient. Hope I don’t slip…’
Taking careful steps, you wandered further down the road, making sure to be aware of your surroundings. You weren’t exactly in a great part of town, there had even recently been a robbery in a neighborhood nearby.
But from what you heard from your friends, most people steered clear of the haunted house, fearing that they would be cursed if they stepped in.
You, however, were far from afraid. In fact, you were super excited to see if the rumors were true! Of course you were a bit nervous, but it paled in comparison to your excitement.
The abandoned house before you was two stories high, with large windows covered in boards that had been nailed in after a few break-ins.
You could tell the house had been white at some point in time, but now it was almost a grayish yellow, the paint chipping away to reveal the wood underneath.
The porch had a few holes which you attempted to avoid, but yelped when you stepped on a weak floorboard and fell through.
Thankfully you were able to pull your foot out of the toe easily with only a few scratches on your ankle.
As you walked in, the smell of decay and rot hit your nose, making you cover it with your sleeve. The house had been abandoned for years now, and if you hadn’t known, you’d think it had never been lived in at all.
Perhaps items had been stolen, or maybe nothing had ever been there in teb first place, because the house was bare. No furniture or personal items besides a few chairs and tables on the first floor… there aren’t even any appliances in the kitchen.
“I guess even the oven was taken.”
You glanced around the kitchen, noticing a space meant for an oven, but lacking one. “I wonder if it’s different upstairs…”
Climbing up the steps wasn’t easy, and you feared you would fall with each step you climbed. Your foot even fell through one, nearly knocking you off balance!
“Crap! Agh… maybe I shouldn’t go upstairs…”
But… you had to. You weren’t sure why, but something was drawing you upstairs, beckoning you to explore…
When you finally reached the top of the staircase, you sighed in relief. At least the flooding looked stable enough, no holes and the boards weren’t too creaky…
There were three doors to explore, and you decided to look into the closest one first.
The door was plain white, and upon opening it you were met with a pretty basic bedroom. A bed and a dresser, with a broken lamp sitting on a nightstand.
The next room was mostly empty, only a bare bed with a few leaves that flew in from the broken window.
The last room wasn’t easy to get into. You struggled with the doorknob for a moment, then broke it. That allowed you to get in, but you did feel bad breaking something without a good reason.
Walking into the room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was.
There wasn’t a spec of dust on the bed or nightstand, as if someone had been keeping everything meticulously clean. This was a stark contrast to the other dirty, disheveled rooms covered in dust and debris that was common for a long since abandoned house.
You tread lightly, knowing that upper floors in old houses like these could sometimes be dangerous. The wood could have rotted, or maybe termites chewed through and created thin spots in the floor.
A shimmer out of the corner of your eye made you turn. On the nightstand was a silver locket, shining I’m the evening sun.
“Oh wow, is that real silver?”
You picked it up, turning it in the light to get a good look at it. It seemed to be well taken care of, but it was jammed shut. Despite you trying to open it multiple times, you couldn’t seem to.
Suddenly it felt… strangely warm, and had a slight tremble to it. The locket almost felt like it was.. pulsating…
You felt a strange urge to take it with you…
“Well… no one has lived here for years. It… shouldn’t matter if I take it home.”
After tucking it away in your pocket, you made it downstairs and got ready to leave.
For a moment you considered staying longer and exploring the basement and backyard, but suddenly your thigh felt like it was burning!
You yelped, running outside and reaching into your pocket. The second you were outside of the house, the burning feeling was gone.
Had the locket suddenly become hot or were you just imagining things?
Regardless, you decided that going home was for the best. It was getting late after all, and you weren’t a fan of being outside when it got dark out.
As it started to sprinkle lightly right as you got home, you were grateful you left when you did. You might have been trapped in that old house for the night if you had explored any further.
A strange thought came to your head just then. Did… the locket know it was going to rain?
‘That’s ridiculous…’ you thought to yourself as you changed out of your damp clothes, looking at the locket while you turned on the shower.
‘It’s just a necklace…’
You stepped in, letting the water wash over your body and warm you up. It felt nice, after exploring such an old and dusty house to get all clean and watch the dirt wash away.
You placed a hand over your soft belly, rubbing the soap inyo your skin. “Mmm…”
The shower was relaxing for a bit, but you nearly jumped out of your skin when you caught something in your peripheral vision.
There was a tall, dark figure standing behind the shower curtain, seemingly… facing away from you?
You quickly pulled back the curtain, holding a shampoo bottle as a weapon… but no one was there.
‘… maybe I’ve been watching too many horror movies. Going to that old house has me feeling anxious.”
You wrapped a towel around your body, trying to ignore the horrible feeling in your gut. It was like your body was screaming at you that someone was there and you were being watched.
‘I’ll feel better after I eat something. I’ll watch a comedy movie, that should calm me down at least a little bit.’
Once the TV was on, the towel wrapped around your body dropped to the floor, leaving you completely bare.
Before you could get dressed, you felt like there were eyes on you again. It made you feel self conscious, like you were being stared at without your knowledge.
You hurriedly ran to your closet, throwing on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt to cover yourself.
“H-hello? Is anyone there? I… can feel you staring at me…”
There was no answer, just the sound of thunder outside. You felt stupid, it was probably just the paranoia from being in that stupid abandoned house still making you think someone was watching you!
‘This is stupid…’
You huffed, settling into your bed and watching some TV. There was no one in your home, you were completely safe and that was that!
At least… that’s what you kept telling yourself. Even as you finally relaxed a bit and got ready for bed, you still felt an aching sensation in your gut telling you something was wrong, that you had brought some kind of curse of demon home with you from that abandoned house.
But even so, you were too tired to make a fuss and decided to go to bed. It was late and you needed sleep for the class you had tomorrow! You didn’t want to be late again…
You drifted off, clutching your pillow as the locket on your nightstand shone in the moonlight. It was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep.
When you awoke in the middle of the night, something felt wrong. It was nighttime so it was normal for it to be dark… but usually at least a bit of moonlight shone through your sheer curtains.
But as you glanced around your room with your groggy eyes, you could barely make out your furniture in the overbearing darkness…
You were so confused with how dark it was that you didn’t even notice the figure staring down at you until you laid back down.
“Ah-!”
Your mouth was covered, and you shook in fear as your body was paralyzed with fear. All you could do was tremble and stare up into the… handsome face of a dark haired man.
“Don’t scream. Not here to hurt you…” he murmured, holding a finger to his lips.
He sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I wasn’t expecting you to wake up all of a sudden… it’s dangerous for a girl to be living on her own, you know? But don’t worry…”
He moved his hand from your mouth to your hair, ruffling it. “Your big brother is looking out for you.”
You watched on in shock as he placed the locket in your hand, then slowly faded away. That man… he just disappeared? What!?
It wasn’t easy going back to sleep, but you were beyond exhausted and had a class in the morning. Who was that man… and why had he called himself your big brother?
In the morning, you thought you had left the locket behind in the trash. You threw it away the second you woke up, hoping that would stop whatever was happening.
But alas, as you walked towards your college campus and reached into your pocket to take out your phone, you felt the familiar cool surface of the silver locket.
“Fuck.”
You spotted your friends standing outside of the building, and you jogged over to meet them.
“Hey guys!”
They turned, some frowning while the others put up a half assed smile. “Hey. Did you go to the haunted house last night?”
You nodded, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah… it was pretty scary. I didn’t stay for too long.”
The leader frowned. She tapped against her school binder with her sharp acrylic nails. “Really? You couldn’t even stay the night?”
You shrunk under her judging gaze, your eyes on the floor. “You didn’t say I had to stay the night…”
She scowled. “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s obvious, dumbass. You want to be a part of our sorority, you have to do the dares just like the other initiates. We let you try, even though you’re…”
The woman looked down at your belly, then back to your face. “Tubby. Just be grateful.”
You nodded, looking away from her. “Alright… I’m sorry.”
As soon as you apologized, the woman smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You didn’t stay the night, but you still went to the house. So…”
She pulled out a card. “Here’s the official invitation to one of our parties. It’s in your honor.”
You beamed, grabbing hold of the letter. “Oh wow, really? I thought I still had more to do…”
“Shh, you’ve done enough. Just be there on time, okay? We have something special planned for you.”
You all got settled in your seats, and you left to use the bathroom. You were so excited, you’d finally get to join the best sorority on campus!
But as soon as you were out of earshot, the group of girls started giggling. “God, she’s so gullible. She really thinks we’d let someone like her into our sorority.”
The leader leaned back in her chair, folding her legs. “As soon as she steps through the door, we’ll all throw food at our little piggy. Hell, maybe she’ll get on the ground and start eating everything we’ve thrown at her.”
They all laughed, other students glancing at them in annoyance and disgust. But they all knew that trying to go against them was a suicide mission. The leader’s father was the sheriff, and she was a daddy’s girl.
The locket pulsed with anger from your backpack, emitting an uncomfortable heat. The entity in your locket had heard every single word…
And he wouldn’t let them do that to you.
As you walked home after class, you yelped when a man materialized next to you. He kept a hand on your waist, guiding you home.
“Y-you’re the man from last night��”
He nodded, keeping you close as he walked. “I am. You have some… interesting friends.”
“…”
You weren’t stupid, you knew they weren’t good friends, but your mother and grandmother had been in that sorority, and you wanted to make them proud.
“… they’re not all that bad. They’re throwing me a party this weekend…”
He didn’t answer, his grip on your waist tightening. “You shouldn’t go.”
You frowned. “I don’t really have a choice. If I don’t go, there’s no way I’m getting into the sorority.”
The ghost sighed, walking into your home with you.
“W-wait!”
You grabbed the locket out of your bag. “Why… aren’t I freaking out? You’re that weird ghost thing! Get out of my house.”
But you didn’t feel scared, there was a strange calmness in your chest that made you feel uneasy.
He approached, and you began to feel almost tired, lethargic.
“It’s because I’m keeping you calm. Last night your heart rate spiked and you were terrified of my very presence, so I’ve been doing my best to eliminate your fears and anxieties.”
He brushed back your hair, his touch cool on your flushed skin. “Easy… it’s strange, I know… but I’m not here to hurt you. I’m keeping you safe, remember?”
That night you stayed up late researching ghosts and other supernatural phenomena. Not much turned up for ghosts being able to control your emotions… just the average poltergeists throwing shit around and scaring the life out of people.
This ghost seemed more like a guardian angel than a poltergeist, but you had no idea why he was protecting you or what from.
You ended up drifting off with your laptop still on. The ghost materialized beside you, his eyes moving over your figure.
Your body was soft and fragile, unlike the younger siblings he had taken care of during his life. He’d been the oldest of seven brothers, and had never gotten the chance to be with a girl, much less watch one sleep.
When you picked up his locket, he felt an instant connection to you. Many people had stolen the silver locket before, but he simply haunted them until they returned it to the haunted house.
His resting place.
With you, though? His heart felt heavy at the very thought of anything hurting you. He wanted to protect you, to watch over you every second of the day and hold you close…
So… he must have loved you like a sibling then, right?
He had never been in love before, the only love he ever experienced was the brotherly love he had for his younger siblings.
He needed to know more about women, what they needed and how they acted. You were almost like a different species to him at this point…
So he glanced at your laptop before slowly sliding it towards him. It took him a few minutes to learn how it worked, but thankfully he had been watching you like a hawk as you typed away earlier and had a basic understanding.
He died nearly a hundred years ago, so without that he would have been clueless! The ghost was smart though, and began searching for answers regarding the female gender.
First, he looked up the definition, nodding along as if it was new information to him. Then, he thought for a moment…
What else did he want to know?
‘Well… if she gets injured, I should know what her anatomy is like so I can help her.’
During his time, many people said women and men were completely different, so he wanted to know. Searching through the internet, he looked up the anatomy of a female body…
Most of it was diagrams of internal organs and bone structure… and then he found something… intriguing.
A picture of a vagina, fingers pulling back the lips to reveal the glistening clit. His body reacted to the picture, and he found himself feeling confused.
His heart raced against his rib cage, his throat dry as his shaky hands typed out the name of the female sex organ.
‘Vagina…’
So many pictures popped up, and his eyes went wide with the variety of different shaped, colored, and sized pussies on screen. He felt his cock twitch in his pants when he stumbled upon a certain gif.
A woman’s wet cunt hovered over a fat cock, slowly lowering herself onto it, letting it stretch her out.
He glanced at you, his eyes moving down your form and to your loose lounge shorts. What did your pussy look like..?
His eyes went wide and he shook his head. ‘No… I… shouldn’t think things like that… I have to protect her.’
But even as those thoughts echoed through his head, he couldn’t help but inch closer, slowly pulling back the loose fabric of your shorts and looking at the soft outline of your pretty cunt.
He let out a shaky breath, slowly pulling back your panties to get a good look at you.
His cock twitched, aching as he stared down at your pussy for the very first time. This… was perplexing. His entire body was telling him to touch and feel you for himself, to spread open your pussy lips and see your cute, perky clit…
He was so confused, his body hot as he struggled to control his urges. What did he feel for you? Why did he want to court you, to kiss your plump lips and slip his fingers inside of you?
Images of you splayed out on the bed, your legs spread wide open to give him a nice view appeared in his wandering mind.
Your fingers moved over your clit, rubbing and circling it, before you moved down to your wet hole, slowly inserting a finger…
He shook his head, looking down to see his cock hard and pressing against his pants, wanting to be let out. He bit his lip, walking over to look at your lovely sleeping face. The ghost hesitantly pulled out his cock, stroking it shyly over your face.
Right before he came he stepped back, cumming all over your blanket. It was sticky and strangely cold, his flushed and body relaxed as he panted softly.
That felt way too good…
Before he knew what he was doing, he curiously leaned forward and licked your cheek. You tasted so lovely, he couldn’t help but move his tongue down your body, to your clothed breast and finally to your soft tummy.
He planted a kiss there, before he slowly but surely slipped off your shorts. You woke up right as he gave your pussy a curious lick, your mouth being covered before you could scream.
Was this it? Was he finally showing his true colors and ready to devour you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to feel the pain of his teeth on your body, but instead felt soft lips on your clit.
When you peeked at him, he looked up eagerly, as if waiting for you to teach and guide him through this. He wasn’t trying to hurt you… he was just curious.
You whined softly, slowly moving his head and hiding his tongue to your hole, letting out a breathy sigh as he slipped his tongue in. It felt so damn good, you were close to cumming already.
Not understanding that your orgasm was close, he pulled away right before you could cum, his lips glazed over with your juices and his eyes wide with excitement. “D-did I do good?”
You groaned in frustration, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back, finally riding out your high on his tongue.
He seemed eager to please, and just so curious about your body… after you were done, he sat on your bed and played with your hair, watching over you as you drifted off.
When you woke up, he was gone again. The lovely was sitting on your nightstand, and when you sat up and yawned, he appeared.
He was a bit shy from your encounter last night, holding a few flowers in his hand. After you put them in a vase, you realized that they were stolen from your neighbor’s lawn… but the effort was still cute.
That day, he followed you around while you completed your chores, giving you a dopey smile and causing minor accidents for whatever poor soul dared to approach you.
He was getting more possessive by the day, disliking when any male spoke to you for longer than a few seconds. You were his, didn’t they understand that!?
When someone walked by you, a flower pot would fall into their feet or a rock would move to trip them.
It was confusing, seeing all these people end up hurt or hospitalized all the time. You wondered if you might be cursed…
You were chatting with a handsome barista when the coffee pot next to him suddenly tipped over, spilling boiling coffee all over him.
“A-are you okay!?”
While trying to help him, suddenly he slipped on a puddle of water that hadn’t been there before.
Your ghost friend stayed invisible, pouring a cup of water on the floor just moments before…
After multiple tests, you realized you were the only one that could see the ghost. You weren’t sure if he was brought on by some kind of stress from working so hard or perhaps you really were being haunted. Either way, you could never tell anyone about him. People would think you were crazy, and you didn’t want to get locked away in an asylum forever.
But strangely, your little ghost friend wasn’t that bad of a houseguest. He never made a mess, watched over you while you slept, and even when there were some break ins next door, you were the only one spared.
He really was protecting you.
“I’m… going out today.”
You looked up from your breakfast, watching as your ghost roommate materialized in front of you. Going out? He was always by your side…
“Really? Are you like… moving on to the next plain of existence or something?”
He chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Am I that annoying, hmm? No, I’ve just got some business to attend to.”
He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately before fading away into nothing, leaving you to wonder what a ghost would do for business.
The ghost stood over another corpse, his body free of blood due to his incorporable form. It was one of the girls who had been planning to humiliate you.
Her jaw was ripped from its socket, tangling from her disfigured face. He glanced down at her phone, picking it up and looking over the contacts.
The leader on his list… and he was saving her for last.
The news of the sorority murders had the entire campus paranoid. Police suspected a serial killer was on the loose and targeting young girls in the sorority, so you found yourself at the station, being questioned during a quiet October day.
“And that was the last time you saw her?” asked the officer, holding up a picture of the latest victim.
You gave him a nod, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Yes… I hope my information can be useful, have you gotten any leads yet?”
“That information is confidential, ma’am, but rest assured we’ll catch the sick son of a bitch responsible for this.”
You were driven home by one of the officers, and walked in feeling exhausted. The entire week was weighing down on you, and you only felt safe when your ghost roommate greeted you.
“Welcome home…” he murmured, reaching forward to gently caress your cheek. “You’ve been crying… did someone hurt you?”
The way he asked sent a shiver down your spine. “No… it’s just…”
You sat down, his fingers rubbing circles into your back as you spoke. “All of my friends have been killed… and I don’t know what to do…”
You couldn’t see the smirk on his face, but you felt the way his grip tightened on your hips, rocking them slightly. “It’s sad, but you have me, love. That’s all you need…”
Before you could speak, he had you laying on your back, his hands pinning down your wrists. “Those friends weren’t good people, love… I can protect you, take care of you. Provide for you…”
His fingers traced down your body, to your belly. The ache in his gut returned, and his mind was filled with images of your belly swelling up, being heavy and full with his baby… would it matter that your friends were dead when you were waddling around, pregnant and happy?
You whimpered softly, feeling his teeth graze your neck as he palmed his erection. “I realized… that I really love you. That day you picked up my locket… was basically our wedding day.”
His lips crashed into yours, teeth and tongues clashing as the kiss became rough and passionate. These last few weeks had been torture, watching you speak to other people, having to be away from you for even a second was the worst.
“M-Mmph!”
You were getting wet from all this attention, your body feeling warm as he stripped you of your clothes. But you felt guilty, here you were making out with a ghost while your friends were dead and/or in danger!
“N-not now-“
You yelped, his fingers pressing against the wet fabric of your panties. Already you were soaking wet, your face heating up in shame.
“Not now? But you’re so wet… you want this, you know you do…”
Your whines and protest went unheard as he slipped his fingers into your cunt, and no matter how much you squirmed he kept you still as he lapped softly at your clit.
“Pretty girl, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
You came on his tongue and fingers several times, your hole clenching around nothing as he sucked on your clit, his hands keeping your thighs spread open.
“You want me to fuck you, hmm? Wanna feel my cum fill you all the way up?”
You let out a pathetic whine as he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt, your eyes full of pleasured tears. The man wasn’t sure he could get you pregnant, he was a ghost after all, but god damn it he was going to try his best!
The feeling of him slowly pushing into your virgin hole was… strange. Painful, a stretch that you had never felt before, yet oddly… a sense of pleasure began to set in as he bottomed out.
He cooed softly, his hand moving over your soft belly, his eyes on your pretty cunt as it took his cock. “That’s my good girl…”
He started slow, not wanting to hurt his darling. Thrusting in and out, almost agonizing in the way his cock moved inside of your gummy walls.
Soon he couldn’t take it, the need to breed his lovely darling taking over. He pushed your legs up, beginning to fuck you in a mating press as his lips met yours.
“F-fuck, that’s it… take it, let me knock you up…”
He was desperate, almost like a wild animal, and determined to get you pregnant. He didn’t care if he was a ghost or not, he was planting his seed in your belly.
A family with you was all he could ever want, getting to see you hold his little one in your arms and waddle around with a cute pregnant belly… just the thought of being the one to knock you up had him spurting out thick, ectoplasm like cum into your womb.
“C-can’t get pregnant!” you whimpered out, wiggling nervously. “Gotta finish college…”
“Quiet, darling…”
He panted softly, looking down at you for a moment as his hips continued to fit into yours. You looked beautiful now, with your face flushed and eyes hazy from pleasure. If he could, he’d take a picture so he could always remember you in this state of utter bliss.
“I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry your pretty little head…”
Even after finishing inside of you again, your ghost lover wasn’t quite done with you. He stood, holding you up in a full Nelson while fucking into you. Your belly was starting to distend, so full of his cum that your pussy drooled.
Your neck was sensitive from all the hickeys he had left, and you could barely think while his cock pushed in as deep as it could go, kissing your cervix. He had you look down and watch as his cock moved in and out of your, your pretty pussy clenching around him in yet another orgasm.
“A-Ah!”
Soft whines and whimpers left your throat. It couldn’t be helped, there was a bulge in your tummy now, his cum had stuffed you full. “C-can’t… take anymore…”
He kissed your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. “Just a little more, darling… shh, just take it…”
He rubbed your clit, cooing at you like you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. Your leg twitched with the sudden stimulation he was giving your clit, and you can again, your body sore from the multiple orgasms you’ve already had.
The love making lasted long into the night, and you found yourself passing out after cumming nearly 10 times…
But your lover’s night was far from over. After cleaning you up a little and placing a blanket over your naked form so you wouldn’t catch a cold, he set out to see to his unfinished business…
The leader was terrified, holed up in her bedroom alone as her father patrolled the house. Everyone else in her friend group was dead, leaving her the final girl on his list.
He watched her from the window, smirking as her father walked around, oblivious to the danger his snot nosed brat was in.
She got up, sighing. “That creep won’t get past dad. I bet that stupid girl has something to do with this. Even if she doesn’t, if I say the word she’ll be sent to prison.”
The ghost sneered at her words. She really planned to send his innocent lover to prison? Any hesitation he may have had was gone instantly.
He followed her to the bathroom, frowning in disgust as she disrobed. She was nowhere near as gorgeous as you were, he simply wasn’t interested in any other woman than you.
“Ahh…”
Once she settled into the bath, he took his chance and started to cause the light to flicker. This caused her to jump, nearly slipping on the slick bottom of the tub.
“H-hello?”
A soft whisper in her ear made her turn, her eyes wide with terror. “I-if there’s anyone here, you better go before my dad sees you! He’s the sheriff and if I scream-“
“He won’t be able to hear you.”
Hands wrapped around her throat, restricting her air flow. Suddenly she was able to see him, his appearance that of what he looked like when he died.
His black hair was stringy, his clothes ripped and torso torn apart to reveal his rotting organs.
“You should have been more careful. You messed with someone I love, and for that, you’ll pay with your life.”
Unable to scream, her vision went black, and her body limp. He let her sink into the tub, a few bubbles escaping before the bubbles stopped.
In a flash, he was back to his handsome self, a smile on his lips. “My darling is free now…”
You woke up to your TV being switched on, the news reporter staring into the camera with a sorrowful gaze. “Another girl from the local sorority has been killed. While police investigated the premises, they found multiple books full of images of other girls forced into humiliation ritual, along with evidence of her father, the sheriff, helping her cover her crimes up. He is on paid le-“
You shut off the TV, feeling both relieved you hadn’t attended that party, and sad that she died. She wasn’t a good person, you knew that, but you were, and it hurt your heart to see someone die so young.
“Hello, my darling…”
You felt a cold hand brush against your belly. There was still a bulge there from all the cum that had been stuffed into you the night before.
“Sleep well, my darling?”
The ghost kissed your temple, nuzzling against you. “I guess… I’m still pretty tired though.”
He moved to gently massage your sore spots, eyes fixed on your tummy. “Sorry, I think I may have gotten… carried away.”
His grip on you tightened, and the air felt a little colder. “You understand that you’re mine, correct? That moment you picked up that locket, we were tied together for eternity. You can’t get rid of me, I’ll always return to you…”
His fingers dug into your flesh. “And if you want your future to be a happy one, you’ll learn to accept things. I don’t want to hurt my precious one, after all… not like those other girls.”
It didn’t look like you had much of a choice in the matter. You could either accept that this was your life now, or end up like the sorority girls. Little did you know he was bluffing a bit. He would never actually harm you, but he wasn’t against scaring you into thinking he would.
As the years passed by, you got used to your life with him. He was much too possessive for you to go out and see people other than your family, meaning you had to give up college or see people get hurt on your behalf.
But lately he’s calmed down a little… since he’s a father now.
He smiled as you walked down the street, holding your 3 year old’s hand. Your little one was a curious thing, loving to go to the park and take walks in the woods near your home.
As you walked down the path, an elderly couple stopped you to coo at your son. You glanced at your now husband to gauge his expression, and he seemed to be okay with it.
“Oh, how cute!”
“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “He looks just like his father.”
As you walked home, your little one disappeared from the sight of other mortals, hovering in the air with your husband. He was half ghost after all, it made sense he could do things other kids couldn’t.
Your lover smiled softly, his hand moving over your belly as he watched your son chase a butterfly.
“… about time for our second little one, isn’t it?”
Looks like you were in for another passionate night.
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DADDY'S FAVORITE GIRL ༊*·˚ - step dad!gojo x fem!reader
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going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to in the summer is a new step-dad. and you do not like the dangerous glint in his eyes every time he looks at you.
�� warnings: nsfw - dark content - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ non-curse au. step dad!gojo, stepcest, age difference (reader is implied to be 21, gojo is in his late 30s), dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, heavy daddy kink, so many pet names (babygirl, pretty, doll, princess etc.), slight dacraphyllia, slight overstimulation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, virginity loss, corruption kink. plot is kinda messy 'cause i was rushing to get to the smut, sowwy ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১ // word count: 5.1k ꒱ ꒰ notes: i am freely being my most disgusting self, thank you for supporting my little insane brain .ᐟ.ᐟ꒱
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going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to during summer break is a new step-dad. ever since your parents divorced when you were 14, your mom has been single – your teenage years, she dedicated herself to you, protecting you from your scumbag father, focusing on your future. you even agreed to delay your college admittance until you were 20, taking two gap years after your high school to stay at your hometown with her. your mom has the worst case of separation anxiety – which is why maybe you should’ve been more concerned when she gradually stopped texting you as the days went on. you assumed the best – maybe she found a hobby, maybe she reconnected with old friends, maybe she finally realized you are an adult and stopped babying you every waking moment. what you did not expect is for her to get married.
these are the thoughts running through you head as you stand in the middle of your living room, fresh out the airport, gawking at the man sleeping on the couch, and wonder how the fuck that happened. you would’ve honestly screamed and thought this was a squatter, or a robber, if not for all the wedding pictures obnoxiously decorating almost every available surface (god, how many photos do you need?). you try not to think too much about it – the flight was 6 hours, you barely got any sleep sitting to the smelliest man on the planet, and you just want to take a shower and go to bed. just as you start walking off, the front door swings open.
“oh my god, sweetheart, you’re home!” your mom’s voice booms through the quiet room resonating like a thunderclap in the middle of a still field. she runs to you, immediately pulling you into a hug which you happily return. you’re genuinely delighted to see her, albeit feeling a little weirded out by a man she decided to bring home. your mother looks over to the couch, man’s sleeping figure not moving once, and sighs with exasperation. “i assume he didn’t pick you up?”
“no but it’s okay…” you whisper quietly and gesture towards the figure on the couch with your head, “about that, though…”
“yeah, honey, i know, i am sorry i didn’t tell you. everything has been happening so quickly, i haven’t even had time to process it myself!” she squealed like a school girl. “his name is satoru gojo and we met at the charity event i went to six months ago.”
“since when do you attend charity events?” you ask, quirking the brow upwards.
“oh, i didn’t know what to do with myself ever since you moved out so i’ve been trying anything and everything. and look, the results have been phenomenal!” she giggled, frustration she had towards her husband about not picking you up melting away in front of your eyes. god, he really had her wrapped around his finger.
“okay, well, i am kind of tired so i wanted to go to bed. is it okay if we talk about this tomorrow?”
your mom suddenly looks down at her feet, a little embarrassed. what did she do.
“yes, about that… that room was sitting unutilized the whole time you were away so satoru and i thought it would be a good idea to remake it into a home office, kind of. your bed is still in there though! so you can sleep in the room no problem.”
“mom, what the fuck…” you whine. not only your room with all your memories and all your personality was gone and demolished, you now have to sleep in the room that was most likely used by him. “home office” my ass, you thought – your mom would not need it in a million years, and by the way she’s avoiding your gaze in shame, it was definitely not her idea.
“i’m sorry baby, but you’ve been away and…”
you interrupt her with a wave of your hand.
“whatever, i’m too tired to think about it. i’ll take a shower and go to bed, i don’t wanna deal with him until tomorrow,” you sigh with frustration and walk off into your home office, dropping your things on the floor.
what you don’t see as you walk off is the dangerous glint in satoru’s eyes as he listens to every bits of your conversation. you said the last sentence with so much poison, he thinks it might’ve struck him dead. gojo knows it will be difficult to get on your good side now but he likes to play these games on hard mode.
oh, you will be so much fun to break.
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gojo satoru is a patient man – when he really wants something, he is content to wait until he gets it. that being the main reason why he approaches you slowly. it’s the next day after you arrive that he has a chance to introduce himself properly.
you leave the room after having the best night’s sleep – you really didn’t mind waking up in the office today, you must’ve been too tired to think straight and threw a fit yesterday. you make a mental note to apologize to your mom later. as you turn into the kitchen, you’re met with the view you wish did not have such a strong effect on you – your step-dad, freshly out of the shower, grey sweatpants low riding on his hips, is preparing what seems to be breakfast.
you’re so fucked.
you try to shake off the feeling of arousal washing over you. you may not have had a chance to have any sexual experiences yet, but you’re not that much of a virgin not to know when you’re feeling horny. you just wish it wasn’t due to the incredibly hot step-dad. the left-over frustration from previous night bubbles up like over spilled champagne and you decide to keep your distance. anger helps you keep yourself grounded, and you maneuver around the man to make breakfast, but you see that he prepared it for you already.
“oh, thank you,” you say quietly as he extends the plate to you.
“you’re very welcome, sweetheart.”
the nickname sends a shiver down your spine.
gojo turns to face you and gives you his breathtaking smile. you want to choke on your toast.
“i wanted to apologize for not picking you up yesterday. your mom told me so much about you, and i was excited to meet her ‘favorite girl’,” his eyes spark with a dangerous glint at the nickname, making you shrink into yourself, “but my work held me up, and then i think i went for a quick nap and… uh… ended up falling asleep,” he says with a light chuckle.
“that’s okay, i didn’t really mind the train ride,” you respond with visible discomfort,
he now stands next to you by the counter, his body heat palpable, melting over you like a scorching son. gojo’s all-teeth smile is gorgeous, frustratingly enough, but it makes your skin crawl: like a prey walking into the carefully designed trap, you can feel your gut asking you to run. it makes sense your mom fell for him so easily.
“will you let me make up for it? let’s go our for a dinner, i’m sure your mom would be delighted to hear we’re trying to get along.”
“i don’t know, i haven’t seen my friends in some time, i think i’ll be hanging out with them for a while,” you shuffle from leg to leg, trying to move away
“that’s okay, we have a whole summer ahead.”
for some reason it felt more like a threat than a promise.
you smile politely back, not knowing what to say, rushing to finish your breakfast. the image of your step-dad, half-naked in your family kitchen talking to you about his plans with you for the whole summer should be weird – it’s difficult to find it weird when the said step-dad is criminally hot, unfortunately.
“i think i’ll go now, thanks for the breakfast,” gojo’s gives you a smile so sweet, it somehow triggers a toothache, and waves you off. since yesterday, he’s been making you feel extremely on edge for no apparent reason, it’s driving you a little insane.
when you come back home that evening, you are greeted by both your mom and satoru with the dinner ready. she babbles about how great of a cook he is, and that she can’t wait until you try it. you politely decline citing that you’re full and quickly leave for your room – satoru’s blue eyes were looking at you with almost an animalistic stare, and you hated that you liked it.
gojo thought things were going well with you – he’s given you the space you need in the first two weeks after you arrived. your mom was overjoyed seeing how deeply satoru already cared about you – making sure you eat in the morning, not letting you go to bed without a meal, always checking on you throughout the day, keeping you safe. you, however, thought it was… weird, if anything, that he was all around you this intensely.
“oh, honey, that’s just how he shows that he cares. he was like that with me as well,” your mom tells you one of the nights when you bring it up. it worries you how easily she takes his side now and wonder if something else is going on.
satoru picks you up when you stay out too late, to the wee hour of the night when the subways stop running; he makes sure you have your nights with your mom, when he doesn’t intrude on your backyard conversations and only adores you pretty features from his second-floor window; he learns what movies and music and tv you like, trying to decipher the person that is you.
he’s been putting all this effort to get to know your every step – then why the fuck does he find you one night you kissing some random boy on your driveway?
you said you were going out today and no pickup was needed – now it makes sense why.
gojo satoru is a patient man. but even his patience can start running thin, trickling like water through cracks in the fingers. hourglass of his kindness has been half full for a while now – it’s about time the sand runs out.
you think a boy like him can give you what satoru can? just you wait and see.
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kitchen is uncharacteristically quiet when you walk in. it’s the next morning, and usually by now, satoru would be making breakfast for you. his job is still unknown – you are not sure if he was suddenly called in but the feeling of happy solitude falls over you, even if for a moment.
your mom is gone at least for two weeks for work, you’re dreading the moment you have to be left alone with your step-dad. the look in his eyes yesterday was dangerous, a predator appraising its victim before sinking its teeth in, and you’re happy megumi was able to leave quickly after walking you home. surprisingly, gojo didn’t say you a word when you walked into the house, silently sitting in front of the tv like he didn’t just spy through the window on your kiss with the boy.
air in the room was heavy with tension – you knew satoru was avoiding looking your way, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. instinctively, you wanted to break the silence, say something to discharge the electricity jumping through the atoms of your stuffy living room air, but ultimately decided against it. you have nothing to say to a man, and it’s not like you needed to justify your actions in front of him anyways. you quickly retreated into the office and avoided him until you fell asleep.
when you woke up to an empty apartment not even fifteen minutes ago, you felt relief. walking into the kitchen and confirming your presence alone, you even felt happy. then what is this weird feeling, almost as if you are missing something, nagging at you? you thought of going out today but now a strange desire to stay at home washes over.
you make breakfast for the first time since you came home (gojo didn’t skip a single day, you have no idea how he kept up with that), and you chastise yourself for feeling weird about cooking for yourself; and you chastise yourself again when your mind lingers on the thoughts of a certain white-haired man; and again when you look at your phone, convincing yourself it’s a bad idea to text him. god, you feel so stupid. didn’t you want him to stop being so unsettlingly sweet and dotting around you all the time?
conflicted by your irrationality once again, you frustratingly take your plate and sit down on the couch. flipping through the netlifx previews, you land on something to distract your mind by. you settle on some true crime documentary and let the horrors on the screen consume you, abandoning for a moment the thoughts plaguing your head.
you’ve been glued to the screen for at least two hours before you heard the jiggle of the keys. like an eager puppy, you waited for gojo to come inside and greet you like he would every day – only for him to completely ignore your presence, beelining straight for the kitchen. turning your head back to the tv, you try your best not to pay any attention to the uncharacteristic behavior from satoru’s end.
“i will be in the home office the whole day, don’t enter.”
before you can respond anything back, your step-dad is already walking off without sparing you a second glance. is he still upset from yesterday? you didn’t think kissing megumi would be that much of a deal. your nervously play with the hem of the blanket, show playing on tv long forgotten, contemplating what you should do next. why are you bothered by his silence this much anyways?
rethinking your earlier choice, you send a quick text to your friend asking to meet you for drinks. maybe right now gojo needs space, or whatever, and leaving him alone is the best next thing right now. you knock at the door of the home office.
“sorry, i am going out now and need to quickly change.”
not even 5 seconds pass before the door is swung open by a man that’s been occupying too much of your mental space today.
“be quick,” is the only response you get before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. you’re perplexed by this sudden change in behavior yet again. throwing on the first decent outfit you can find, you let gojo know that you’re done and will be home later; hum is the only acknowledgment you get before he disappears in the office.
exiling all the thoughts of satoru gojo from your head, you leave your house, hoping tomorrow will put all the pieces of the puzzle back together.
yet the next day comes, and you still wake up to no warmth from satoru – it felt as if he built a wall between the two of you in one night’s span, impossible to be breached. should you talk to him? should you apologize? and apologize for what? you didn’t do anything wrong, did you? ignoring the gnawing feeling inside once more, you retreat to the living room, sulking on the couch until the end of the day, clawing onto the hope gojo of tomorrow will acknowledge your existence.
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“did i do something wrong?”
you stand in the doorway to gojo’s office, arms crossed over your chest. he lazily turns his head your way as if giving you even a second of his time is too much of a bother – the look he sends you is burning through your core, making you pathetically weak and wet.
“no,” he starts slowly, “do you think you did something wrong?”
“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking. you’ve been ignoring me for the past week, and it’s getting weird.”
“i thought i’d leave you alone, it seems you’re capable of having fun on your own.”
satoru is looking back to his screen now, and you scrunch your eyebrows, frustrated by the riddles he’s throwing your way. walking inside the room, your close the door on instinct and take wide steps to stand in front of him.
“stop answering me like this, we’re not playing a charade. what do you mean?” the demand in your voice is clear, and it twists something inside satoru – his gaze falls on you again yet this time it’s dark, taunting, dangerous, with a hint of chaos. it scares and excites you.
gojo suddenly stands up, and pushes you into his desk until you’re sitting on it. he is tall – your mom basically married a giant – and you try to curl into yourself to escape his malicious eyes.
“what, i thought you wanted me to leave your alone? you want my attention now all of a sudden?” he respond with the question of his own in a mocking tone.
“i never said i wanted you to ignore me…” you answer meekly, yelping slightly as your back hits his desk – you suddenly realize there is nowhere to run now.
“really? we’ve been together in a house for almost a month now, and yet you showed no interest in getting to know me.”
“’m sorry…” you cannot think of anything else to say. gojo moves even closer, and is now towering over you – it makes you embarrassingly horny.
“show me how sorry you are.”
before you can respond, he is caging your body with his and capturing your lips in a kiss, and you freeze – all of this is so wrong, you cannot bring yourself to start moving your mouth against his. gojo’s tongue coerces its way inside, exploring the undiscovered paths, his teeth biting your still lips. closing your eyes, you whimper and try to push him away but he only catches your wrists with his one hand, while the other plays with the hem of your shorts. a gasp escapes your lips, and you push yourself further into the desk, squirming under gojo’s body.
“what, you don’t like it? i thought my little girl wanted daddy’s attention?” he torments you, voice condescending and thick with mockery. all you can muster is a pathetic mewl, words lost somewhere inside your throat, and dig your fingers into the edge of your desk as your step-dad forces his digits inside your panties, lightly brushing against your clit.
“god, you’re already so wet, so filthy,” he whispers between the heated kisses as the pads of his fingers keep teasing your pussy. “tell me, babygirl, are you still a virgin? gotta know how to treat you.”
“y-yes…”
“well, am i just not the luckiest?” gojo chuckles darkly, spreading your legs with his thigh. unoccupied hand goes to grip your hip while the fingers on the other are still working your clit, sliding the digits between your puffy lips, teasing your hole. every time he circles around the entrance and mocks by pushing his finger just slightly inside, the moan builds up in your throat, and you’re too embarrassed to let it out.
“common, baby, your daddy wants to hear you, don’t hide your pretty voice from me.”
gojo is infuriatingly good with his fingers – you could never bring yourself this much pleasure from playing with your clit, and your defiance starts melting away as you find yourself bucking your hips into his hand, whining pitifully. the man completely removes your shorts and underwear, shoving the latter into his pocket – something to remember this moment by.
“god, such a pretty pussy, i can’t believe you’ve been hiding it from me. take off your shirt so i can see all of you, princess.”
immense desire pools between your legs, hunger and lust evident in satoru’s cerulean eyes, now hidden by dilated pupils, and you’re surrendering yourself to him – want makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong. you remove the top, nipples perked and waiting. gojo looks at you in wonder and disbelief – all of that for him? his hand went to squeeze your boob almost on an instinct, rolling the nipple between the pads of his fingers, while sucking on another with his mouth. you drop your head back, losing yourself to the intense pleasure your step-dad’s giving you. seeing as you’re distracted by him playing with your tits, he takes this as his chance to shove two of his fingers inside.
a strangled moan leaves your lips, your hands gripping man’s shoulders.
“ahhh, that hurts, satoru.”
“nah-uh, that’s not what i want to hear you calling me,” he straightens himself and starts scissoring you with his digits. the initial intrusion is painful, you can feel your virgin walls stretching to accommodate for how he’s dragging the fingers in and out, yet the burn is woefully delightful, and you’re getting lost again.
“’m sorry daddy.”
gojo only chuckles – god, you were easier than he expected, so well-behaved and pliable under him.
“that’s right, let daddy take good care of you.”
he speeds up the pace, curling his slender, pretty fingers, brushing the spots you were never able to reach with your own. wet, soggy sounds fill the entirety of the room, air already stuffy with smell of sex as he continues to finger-fuck your pussy. gojo could feel his cock twitching in his pants, he wanted to take you right there and then, but he was determined to make you cum on his digits first – it prompts him to attach his lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot below your jawline, marking you as his.
your mewling turns louder, breathing is getting labored, and it seems your hips have a mind of their own now as they are bucking into satoru’s movements, fucking yourself how you need it. something akin to orgasm starts building up in your tummy – it has never felt this all-consuming, you wonder if you’ve been touching yourself wrong all this time.
“daddy, please don’t – ah! – stop,” is everything you can say in a measly attempt to ask him to speed up. his thumb finds your neglected clit, rubbing tight circles around your bundle of nerves, and picks up the pace, cunt now clenching even tighter around his two fingers, and gojo groans thinking how you’d feel around his aching dick. he adds a third finger – it’s angled so perfectly assault your special spongy spot, it turns your brain into a mush.
gojo pinches your nipple, kissing you to swallow all the lewd moans to himself.
“is my princess close?”
“yes daddy, ‘m so close.”
“common, cum all over my fingers, baby.”
these words finally push you over the edge – your climax washes over you like a cold morning shower, leaving you trembling in gojo’s hold. your legs are trying to close to stop the man from continuing his abuse on your twitching pussy but he is too lost in the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers to allow you to do that. he fucks you through your orgasm, bringing you to the realm of overstimulation.
“ahh, daddy, please, it hurts now,” you whine with teary voice, beads of salty water gathering in the corners of your eyes.
“shhhh, daddy knows best, yeah? let me feel you a little longer.”
gojo keeps his pace until you’re clawing at his arm, trying to pull away your pussy from his fingers. he grabs you by the back of your head, bruising your lips with the intensity of his kiss – you’re sure he draws blood by how he bites your lower lip, licking the messy aftermath. you’re still whining and mewling, trails of tears finally flowing down your face, and he’s sure he’s never seen anything hotter as he licks the salty tracks.
“you’ve done so good, babygirl, i think you’re ready for the main gift,” satoru says and finally withdraws his fingers. the emptiness is welcoming yet disappointing, and you groan. gojo quickly unbuckles his pants and shoves them down, alongside his boxer briefs, and you almost choke on your spit when you see how well-endowed he is. you don’t have a lot to compare it to but you think his cock is beautiful – it's long and slender, and uncut, prominent vein running all the way from the base to just underside of his head, and you get an immeasurable desire to run your tongue along it.
“is my pretty doll drooling jus’ at the sight of my dick?” he mockingly asks you, making you turn your gaze away. gojo chuckles again, and grabs you by your chin, pulling your head down.
“no looking away, darling, i want you to see how i take your virginity.”
with no other option, you keep your gaze peeled downwards, to where gojo strokes himself couple of times before lining himself up with your leaking hole. despite all the preparation and your previous orgasm, you’re still incredibly tight and satoru groans as he starts pushing himself inside. you can see his smooth cockhead bullying his way into you, stretching your greedy walls – man feels you pulsating around him, and that makes him twitch.
“fuck, princess, you’re so tight, feels so good.”
gojo finally sinks all the way in, your cervix being met in a kiss by a swollen tip, and you moan, sound almost pornographic. your step-dad doesn’t let you adjust before he pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in – he doesn’t go easy on you for your first time, setting up a brutal pace, not caring if you’re ready to take him fully yet. it stings, and you have to hold yourself on gojo’s shoulder’s as he starts fucking into you. his hands are on your hips, guiding them to meet his thrusts.
“daddy please, ‘ts too much,” you cry out but satoru is all too lost in how your gummy walls perfectly hug his swollen cock. he doesn’t respond, shutting you up by forcing his tongue into his mouth yet again, sucking on every piece of available flesh. slowly, the tension in your body melts away and gives way to a new kind of pressure – the one building up in your tummy. you’re shocked at how fast your body is able to start getting on the road to blissful ecstasy again but you’re not complaining.
“shit, are you getting close already, babygirl? i can feel your pretty pussy squeezing me again.”
“yes, sorry daddy.”
“there is nothing to be sorry about, just means your daddy’s doing a good job,” he says with a grin, keeping up the pace, rutting into your sloppy cunt. queefing sounds and slapping of skin on skin make you blush furiously yet you can’t take away your gaze from where satoru keeps burying himself inside you.
the girth of gojo’s cock is deadly – not only he’s able to reach the spongy spot almost immediately, making white spots dancing across your vision, kaleidoscope of pleasure lighting up your every nerve ending, he is also bruising your cervix just with enough pressure to make you twitch in delight. his pubic bone grinds against your puffy clit and it’s setting up fireworks against your skin, hot molten lava igniting your whole being.
your moaning becomes uncontrollable as satoru’s fucking you in an animalistic pace – he keeps splitting you open, the spread of legs is slowly growing uncomfortable.
“look how good you’re taking me, being such a good girl for me,” he’s babbling, edging himself too – he wants to feel you spasming around his cock, he cannot let himself cum before that. “gonna feel so good cumming inside, pretty. give you a cute little brother or sister, huh? what do you think? i bet you’ll look so gorgeous being pregnant with my baby.”
“no, daddy, you can’t do that…”
“hm, why? just imagine, you walking around, with my child inside your belly, all cute and swollen for me, tits full of milk. wouldn’t you want that?”
you hiccup a sob as gojo keeps dragging his heavy cock in and out of you, the vein you saw before pressing against your walls deliciously, and you feel your toes start to curl as your body chases after the second orgasm. you dig your nails into his biceps, certain to leave half moon marks on his porcelain skin, and bite your lip. in turn, he is pressing his fingers against the plum skin of your hips, marking you with bruises to remind you of this tomorrow.
“shit, i haven’t fucked your cunny for that long yet it’s already perfectly snuggled around me. i’m training it fast, huh? i’m gonna teach it to fit only me,” you can hear the grin in his voice as he says that.
gojo feels your walls tighten around him – he can see you’re teetering on the edge of climax, whining and moaning under the man, letting him completely use you – so he picks up the speed, assaulting your abused pussy. it doesn’t take longer than that for the tension in your tummy to snap, and you’re wantonly crying out satoru’s name.
“fuck, dollface, you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now. want to milk me for all i’ve got?”
you’re cock drunk, unable to respond to him, hoping your mewling will be enough for the man to see he fucked you stupid. he is not showing signs of slowing down – you can only continue whining as satoru chases after his own pleasure. he pistons his hips couple of times more, and you can feel him throbbing inside as he shoots creamy ropes of cum inside you, painting your womb white. the ring of mixed fluids at the bottom of his cock drives him insane, and he continues fucking his cum into you.
“shit baby, can’t waste a single drop now, can we.”
you’re letting out a quiet sob, pleasure too overwhelming and almost feverish, still unable to find your voice. when he deems it satisfactory that his seed is all warm inside you, gojo finally pulls out and kisses the top of your head.
“i’d say this was a good practice run, what do you say? your mom only comes back in a week, i’ll make you my personal cumdump until then.”
you snap your head up at his words, the smile playing on your step-dad’s face borderline sinister. you think it’s supposed to make you scared, then why is your pussy already twitching around nothing?
“yes daddy, anything for you.”
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 22
A quiet beeping came from Red Robins wrist computer, puzzling him. A break in? At one of his more affluent safe houses? At this time of day?
He pulled up footage from his hidden cameras for see a kid around 14 riffling through his cabinets, only to take a box of pop tarts before bolting, looking super guilty the entire time.
Over pop tarts.
Of course Tim didn't call the police. It was pop tarts and the kid looked like he needed them too.
About a week later the kid came back. He slowly crept around the place, poking things, moving furniture around by an inch or so before deciding it was safe to steal more food. It was always things too small for Tim to care about and honestly wouldn't even notice were missing unless he had been craving them beforehand.
After another week he came back and had the audacity to actually take a shower. It was then that Tim realized what was happening.
The kid must have had never seen any police arrive after the break in and thought there was no security at all. An empty rich guys apartment with full working amenities was a perfect place for a homeless kid to live.
Tim was about to call in an anonymous tip to the authorities so he could be placed in the foster system when the kid jolted and briefly flicked invisible. That changed things. Checking the outside cameras revealed that a minor car accident happened outside. He could understand the kid being a homeless runaway if he had powers that could activate suddenly when startled.
So he let the kid stay, making sure to sneak in and keep the groceries and toiletries stalked up whenever the kid went out for the night. Kid always came back in the morning to eat and sleep and Tim made it a habit to keep tabs on the kid even while he was doing other things.
Tim stared at his computer screen, wondering if this counted as "Stalker Tendencies"
Tim hadn't yet realized he had adopted this child-emotionally if nothing else. He keeps feeling really proud of himself whenever he gets his child to eat properly and leaves little recipe cards and stuff in the cabinets with the food.
Danny thinks the apartment is magic
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watermelonsugacry · 4 months ago
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https://x.com/hs_news_/status/1795678779970662517?s=46&t=xX9XI-7pJPjEXE_Xxj4eNw
Its them!!!🥹🥹😍
Maybe y/n was spotted in public after a very long time(we know why) and the fandom goes crazzzyyyy!!!
He’s all over her and them shopping for groceries and stuff and him searching for her favourites to satisfy her cravingssss!!!!
And fans be like..which god did you pray y/n?????🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷
Roaming Rome
SUMMARY: The MIA couple has finally come out of hiding and walk the streets of Italy. (1k)
GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married!ynrry, pregnant!yn
Since 2010 masterlist
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Italy has been their safe space. 
These past couple of months have been nothing but the bliss and relaxation that they’ve been needing for the past two years of being on tour—for the past 14 years of their career in the band. This is by far the longest break they’ve taken from performing on stage, interviews—from the rest of the world.
Since going on their second honeymoon, the couple has kept a low profile traveling to some of their favorite places: walking along the beaches in Jamaica, getting tipsy at their favorite karaoke bars (before they got pregnant) in Tokyo, and going to see Swan Lake at the Royal Opera House in London.
But since discovering that baby Styles was growing in YN’s belly, they’ve decided to momentarily pause their travels in Rome. When the time comes, they’ll travel back to England where their baby will be born. Their baby is an Englishman, through and through.
Being the dutiful husband that he is, Harry has been running errands while his wife sits at home to keep her growing belly away from the watchful eyes of paps and fans, seems like a must. Still undecided about when to share their news with the rest of the world, YN keeps herself busy with things like making music or reading to her belly.
She humors Harry with her pregnancy milestones. Like the time she called him into the shower to let him know that she officially can’t see her toes anymore (which led him having to put her socks on for her). Or the time they were watching a movie on the couch and she suddenly wondered if she could still do the splits with her baby belly. He watched with a humored smile at her impromptu demonstration and laughed when she wondered if she could still twerk too. After finding out she still could, he told her to be careful because “that’s how you got pregnant in the first place.”
So as much as he doesn’t mind running errands, he can’t help but wish that his love was beside him. Call him lovesick, but when hasn’t he been?
Before he’s ready to take off, he taps his jean pockets before calling out to his wife, “Babe!”
“Yeah?” Her voice comes from somewhere upstairs.
“Have y’seen my keys?”
“Yeah, up here!”
When he enters their bedroom, he stops in his tracks. He sees her sitting on the end of the bed in a sports bar and her jeans unbuttoned as she bends over to tie her shoelaces—well, trying to.
“Hey, hey,” Harry quickly goes to her struggling fingers and begins tying the laces himself. “Be careful, my love. Squishing my baby in there.”
“Yeah well, tell yeh baby that is he could stop pressing down on me bladder,” YN plops down on the bed behind her with a huff, her arms spread out. “I’d really appreciate that.”
“She can’t help it, darlin’.” One of the many late night conversations (debates) they’ve been having lately is what they think their baby is going to be. Harry’s wishing for a girl while YN’s very adamant about them having a boy. “She’s growing big and strong in there,” He places his hands gently on her belly and coos, “It’s that right, my sweet girl?”
“Stop,” She laughs once his kisses on her taut skin begin to tickle from his facial hair. She pushes his head away with a playful shove, “Stop, you’re smothering him.”
Once he’s finished securing the laces into a bow, he stops to question, “You gonna take a walk around the garden again, baby?”
Being housebound by choice can come with its downsides. So to avoid the inevitable cabin fever that has already begun to bubble up inside of her, one of the ways she keeps herself sane is taking walks around their private villa. There’s truly nothing like strolling around the property filled with giant trees, bushes with various flowers growing the perimeter, and feeling the summer sun on her skin. 
The time off has been very much needed, but if she were speaking freely, she has to admit that she’s getting bored.
YN lifts up her hands towards her husband and he gently helps her stand up on her feet. 
“No. M’joining you today.”
Her words make him physically pause.
“You sure?” He hesitates. As much as the thought of having her by his side again excites him, nothing is more important than making sure that she’s comfortable. With her going out, it increases the possibility that someone can not only recognize the two, but figure out that her belly is getting bigger with their child growing. 
They aren’t ready to share the news with the rest of the world yet, but when they do find out, it's going to be on their terms.
“Yeah. I want to.” She puts her hands on her belly and the smile she gives him is enough reassurance, as is. “Wearing one of yeh hoodies can be big enough to cover him. And as long as I don’t hug anyone, I think I’ll be alright.”
He leans down to press a kiss to her lips, sealing the deal. Before he pulls away, he mumbles against her lips, “Her.”
“Just go get my bag, Styles,” she laughs, eyes squeezing shut when he feverishly presses kisses into the crook of her neck.
And oh how the fans immediately take notice—not of her belly, but of how sweet Harry’s being on her. It’s been a while since the people have seen him with his other half and if they didn’t know any better, it seemed like he hadn’t seen her altogether in weeks. He constantly has an arm around the tops of her shoulders and will press a kiss into her hair when walking down the cobblestone pathways. The one time he lets go of her hand is to buy her a small bouquet of flowers from the local vendor. And it would be silly of Harry not to see his wife’s pregnancy cravings kicking in when they pass by a gelato shop. And it would also be silly to be surprised when he has to switch cones with her when she suddenly likes his flavor better.
And there's something so glowly, so radiant about her that the people can't quite put their finger on it.
After putting their errand bags in the car—they almost forgot the reason for going out—Harry goes to open the door for his wife but pauses when he sees the look on her face. He sees how her eyes scan to somewhere in the distance with the tiniest furrow of her brows, her eyes beginning to squint. He doesn’t even try to hide the amused look on his face and instead leans a forearm on the vehicle as he patiently waits for what’s to come. Her nostrils widen a bit, “Do you smell pastrami?”
Harry can’t hold back his laugh. Being in shape for a two-year long world tour was a must. Since then, the couple has maintained a fairly healthy lifestyle—moreso Harry while YN still likes to enjoy a bit of junk food every now and then. Yet, it’s been a while since she’s indulged in something like a beefy, greasy sandwich. 
Yup, definitely pregnancy cravings.
The inevitable comes sooner than later as they turn their attention towards the two ladies saying their names. Harry—already taking in a breath to gently decline the request to take a picture with the two fans—is interrupted by YN’s sweet acceptance. 
The couple stands behind the two ladies as they take a group selfie. Thankfully, YN has her flowers to discreetly hold in front of her belly as she gives the camera a smile. But before they depart, YN asks them where’s the best place to get a pastrami sandwich in the area.
Yeah, pregnancy cravings for sure.
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"Buttface"
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Things Reader Should Acknowledge: I THINK IVE FINALLY GOTTEN THE HANG OF TUMBLR (hip hip hooray!), i plan on having yuuji being sukuna's baby brother, however, yuuji hasnt been born yet
Prologue: Ever since Sukuna moved in next door, you two have grown closer. Like, impossibly close. One might even call you two "friends;" albeit Sukuna would always shut that idea down. But one thing Sukuna wouldn't shut down? — is that he loves to see you smile. And he would do anything to hear your laugh, over and over again.
A/N: this is in the same universe as "I'm Lactose Intolerant", and while the ages of sukuna and reader dont really matter here, i wrote this with the idea of sukuna being 14 years old and reader is 13 years old (feel free to change that to whatever you desire), brownie points to whoever recognizes the movie that sukuna and reader are watching
Please REFRAIN from REPOSTING MY WORK (REBLOGS ARE EXEMPTED FROM THIS RULE)
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"This movie is stupid."
"You think everything is stupid, Stupid." You quip back, flicking Sukuna's forehead.
"Touché." He scoffs, and crosses his arms over his chest before leaning further back into the couch. You put your legs on his lap.
You grin to yourself, wondering if he really didn't notice that you called him by the name "Stupid". Then you think, he's probably just in a good mood, and go back to watching the comedy playing on the screen.
"I mean, how can it take you so long to figure out that someone who looks exactly like you is actually your long lost twin sister?" Sukuna moves his hand around to somehow make his point seem more valid.
"Besides, isn't this supposed to be a comedy? Where's the humor in this? This isn't funny, at all," Sukuna drones on — until you decide that you've finally had enough.
"This isn't funny? Well . . . it's not like you're funny, either." You stick your tongue out at Sukuna, in a teasing manner — to which he does the same.
"That's just what you think. I bet you didn't even know that all your friends come to me during break just to listen to me talk. In fact, most of the time, I'm not even trying to joke around, I'm just that naturally funny," Sukuna wore a smug look on his face.
"Sure, 'Kuna. They're just laughing because you have such a funny face. Sometimes I even get you mixed up with a chihuahua, you know."
"Oh really?" Sukuna glares at you, and gets closer to your face.
You copy him, "Yes — really."
At this point, the tips of your guys' noses were just centimeters away from touching. You could practically feel his warm breath on your face.
Woah.
Now you could hear your own breathing quicken.
Since when were Sukuna's eyes so red?
Your cheeks felt warm.
Why are his eyes so, so—?
"Buttface." Sukuna interrupts the silence.
You get pulled back to reality. "What did you just call me!?"
"What, you deaf now? I called you 'buttface,' Dumbass."
"Seriously, someone needs to control your vocabulary."
"Pft, I don't need any controlling."
You laughed, "Sure, Sukuna. Sure."
The movie ended, and the credits rolled. Sukuna grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, before getting off the couch.
"Want something to drink?" He peered over his shoulder at you, raising a brow.
"Ah, sure. Lemonade."
"Too bad, I ain't getting it for you," Sukuna stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweats and walked off — to the kitchen, you assumed.
You grumbled, and threw a pillow at his back. It just bounced off, though, and you sighed.
He returned minutes later, with a glass of lemonade in his hand. Which was a clear sign he was trying to aggravate you, because he's expressed multiple times his strong detesting of the refreshing drink. (You completely disagree with him, by the way.)
"Dude, seriously?" You frowned.
"Totally serious. I mean, I couldn't resist. This glass of lemonade was just calling my name." He took a sip.
"It is so good."
Another sip.
"Shame you don't have a glass yourself."
And another sip.
You were practically ripping out your hair at this point. "C'mon, 'Kuna. If you won't get me a glass, can I just have a tiny sip of yours?" You entreated him with all your might.
Sukuna rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger, pretending to think about his decision. Finally, he said, "What's with that name you keep calling me? And — what's the magic word?"
You huffed, "Please?"
He gestured for you to go on.
You clasped your hands together in a desperate, beggar-like manner. "Pretty please, Sukuna? Just a teensy weensy sip? For poor ol' me."
"Hmm, let me think. How about . . . no."
You gawked at the pink haired boy.
"WHAT."
"You heard me."
"Aghhh!" You jumped on Sukuna, trying to grab the glass of lemonade yourself. If he wasn't going to share, you just had to take matters into your own hands — literally.
Your attempts were fruitless, however; Sukuna just kept on raising the glass higher and higher above his head, to the point you couldn't even reach his wrist. Damn him and his stupid growth spurt.
His hand starts to shake as you try to climb him like a tree. Next thing you know, your wish is answered. You got your lemonade. Except, not in the way you had hoped. The lemonade was everywhere. On your clothes, Sukuna's clothes, the couch, everywhere.
"Oh shit." This time, you didn't correct Sukuna's obscene language.
The room became so silent that you would be able to hear a pin drop.
"Sukuna!" You whisper-shout. (You had no idea why you were whispering.)
"Don't look at me, this was your fault!" His hand still held the now empty glass.
"Me? This was all you," you retorted, jabbing a finger into the older boy's chest.
"Sureee, Y/N. Let's just forget about the fact that you were practically climbing my body."
You blushed.
"You could've just gotten your own cup of lemonade, but no, you just had to spill mine."
You scoffed, "Well, you could've shared, but you didn't — because your shellfish."
Sukuna looked at you funny, "Do you mean 'selfish'?"
"Same thing, you know I make mistakes with pronunciation."
He shrugged. Then, a great idea popped into your head.
"Your mess," you exclaim, before pushing off of Sukuna and darting away, only to be pulled back by your hood.
"Hey!" You shout, falling back onto Sukuna's chest.
"This is your mess. You caused this, remember?"
You groaned, turned around, and tackled Sukuna. You guys ended up rolling off the couch altogether. Pillows were thrown, and the lemonade spread onto the carpet.
"Let go of my foot, you big oaf!" You yelled, shoving at Sukuna's face.
"Not until you admit this was all your fault." He continued to wrestle with you on the ground.
"In. your. dreams."
You guys continued to fight, which made the mess even bigger. It felt like hours had passed. Hours where you still didn't get even a sip of lemonade. Then, you heard the sound of keys, and next thing you know; your parents walked in.
Your heartbeat hammered in your chest.
Your mom and dad took one good look at the two of you on the floor, and your mom said, "Knock it off, you two. And clean up the couch. I don't want my living room smelling like lemonade for the rest of the year." They walked into the kitchen.
You turned back to look at Sukuna, just to find him already staring at you. You guys continued to stare at each other before bursting out into laughter. Tears were basically streaming down the both of your guys' faces at this point.
Your mom yelled from the kitchen, "Ah, young love these days. So different from us — right, honey?" Your dad responded with a loud chuckle.
Looking down, you realized the position you were in. Sukuna lying on his back beneath you, while you were sitting on top of him. The expression on your face immediately soured.
You and Sukuna pulled away from each other in record timing, both of your expressions clearly, visibly flustered.
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" to my muse . "⠀♡⠀₊ ° ..
੭* ‧₊° a 14 - line poem . .
— kazuha as the new student in your class .
(transferee!kazuha x shy!reader)
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hihihihi i'm back loveliesssss so sorry i was gone for so longggg . . here's a new fic! :) warning ; this is gonna be sum toothrotting fluff!!!
PLEASE READ THE END I'M SO PROUD OF IT,, :') internally crying from how sweet it is . . soft-spoken men♡
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ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who was the new student who had suddenly come into your class, half of your classmates extremely curious on who he was. he was the literal definition of a sweet prince, flashing soft smiles to people who stared.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who was apparently seated next to you, giving you a soft smile and a nod before turning back his gaze to the front of the class. in truth, you were the one who he found quite intriguing out of all the people in this class. you were . . quiet. and soft, too. every single time he looked at you, an image of a white, fluffy, bunny always flashed into his mind. there were times he has glanced over at you, noticing how you were more reserved than most of the people in this class — yet he refrained from staring too much as he might make you uncomfortable. he didn't want that. especially not from a possible friend. well, once he eventually gathers the courage to approach you . .
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who you found out was japanese from class introductions. you also found that he liked writing haikus and poems. he seemed soft-spoken and gentle, you thought. well . . he genuinely was. a great contrast to all the boys in your class. you know . . the usual troublemakers. or ones who don't put effort into their studies. you knew, because you had been in this same school for ages now.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who had eventually decided to approach you – your sweet perfume lingering in the air as he watched you read quietly in your seat. he couldn't take his eyes off of you, even while talking to friends. he had excused himself, making silent steps towards your figure — ending up behind you. he peeked over your shoulder with a gentle smile to see what you were reading, speaking in a soft tone : "Before The Coffee Gets Cold? You have quite a nice taste in novels,"
once he sees your startled expression as you whip your head around, he immediately backs a few steps away and raises both his hands with an apologetic smile. "ah . . I apologize. did I startle you? I'm sorry. I mean no harm, really. you know me, correct? kaedehara kazuha – I sit next to you. I just thought you needed some company,"
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who eventually managed to calm you down, laughing gently as he leans on top of one of the desks beside you. seeing your shy nod, he finds himself back into his usual gentle smile, not wanting to make you feel pressured. "no need to be scared, I promise I don't bite. I was just finding someone to talk with, is all. someone a bit more reserved? like you. it's a nice break from all the other people in our class," he says. and there you were, finding yourself stuck in an admiring gaze towards him, until he tilts his head with a confused smile – wondering what was so fascinating on his face.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who had eventually started getting closer and closer to you, always excusing himself from his friends for some reason— just to spend lunchtime with you. he was genuinely so patient with you, and always payed attention. you could tell just from his attentive and focused gaze, that he liked listening to your voice. he had to make sure all his attention was on you, because he had decided in his mind, that it wasn't often you would talk.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who always had time for you, actually starting to enjoy spending time with you more than his own group of friends. just one doubtful gaze from you, and he's already reassuring you that he enjoys his time with you. he's telling you all this sweet stuff that's making your face flush, having to turn away from his gaze to hide the pink tint on your cheeks.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who started to notice how you warmed up to him in the past few weeks. you were starting to get more talkative towards him, and him only. he knew how rare this was for you, since he barely saw you talk this much in front of other people. he never commented on it, though. he always making sure you were comfortable, appreciating the fact that you were opening up more and more towards him.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who had now become your best friend, and the one who was the closest to your heart. kazuha was the type to always escort you home, sometimes even knocking on your door early in the morning to walk to school with you. he was the type to teach you japanese phrases if you were curious. he was the type to lean your head onto his shoulder if he found you nodding off. he was the type to pull you closer to him, and even hold your wrist, in crowded places. he doesn't want his favorite person getting lost now, would he?
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who has study sessions with you every now and then in your favorite café. he always ordered a cappucino, and the order never changed no matter how many times you went there together. while writing down onto notebooks and pieces of paper, there were times where you caught him staring at your face – always ending up in his smiling sheepishly and going back to work . . and then the cycle repeats again.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who let you borrow his cream-colored hoodie once he noticed the slightest hint of discomfort in your figure, from the cold. it was just slightly bigger than you, and he kept insisting you wear it no matter how many times you refused to. it smelled really nice . . like his cologne. it was really, really, comfortable too. perfect for a nap. this ended up in many of your classmates asking about you two, or asking whose hoodie it was. he watched from afar as your face turned slightly pink, telling them it was kazuha's.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha whose mom absolutely adores you. just like he does. she almost treats you like her own daughter. you often visited kazuha's place, as much as he does with yours. after so many visits, his mother only grew fonder of you each time. there were multiple reasons for each visit you made to his place. either to study, watch a movie, binge watch a series you like ('just for you', he says), or just to simply hang out. kazuha finds the whole situation sweet, always smiling as he watches his mother shower you with love. and snacks.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha who would never not notice something off about you. stressed? he notices, buys you a food or drink you like, helps however he can, and so on. sad? still notices no matter how much you try to hide it. he's trying to make you tell him what's wrong with a bit of coaxing, rubbing your back in gentle circles. you get loads of comfort from him. god, even his voice alone gives you a wave of comfort in a matter of seconds. he's always showering you with compliments . . it makes you wanna cry from how much of a green flag this man was.
ʚɞ transferee!kazuha whose heart already found its anchor in you. to him, you were more than just another person in the crowd— you were the light that softened the sharp edges of his world. every glance, every word, only deepened the quiet adoration he held for you, as if you were the melody his soul had been searching for his whole life.
early in the morning, you discover a piece of paper resting on your desk—delicately adorned with neat handwriting, each stroke intentional. a 14-line poem . . just for you. beside it, two tulips were bound together by a ribbon. you already had a suspicion as to who this might be from—as there was only one poetic soul in the classroom. kaedehara kazuha. your suspicions were confirmed as your eyes fell upon the final line, written with unmistakable tenderness: "to my muse – from your favorite boy, kazuha :)" ♡
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catnipaddictt · 5 months ago
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hi! i was wondering if you could write something like where sam and reader have been best friends since forever, and the reader’s parents decide to go on a family roadtrip with sam and reader. the reader’s parents didn’t know they were dating but find out cause sam and reader fell asleep while cuddling/hand-in-hand
it’s totally ok if you don’t want to write it and sorry if this looked weird but i REALLY like your posts 💓
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sam monroe x gn!reader
wc: 0.6k
cw: none this is just fluff!
comment: I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS REQUEST SO THANK YOU ANON!!!
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The early morning sun cast its rays across the nearly empty street. It would be deserted if it wasn’t for your family. Every year for as long as you could remember, your parents had done an annual road trip down the coast, stopping at small towns along the way. You look forward to it every year, counting down the days till summer break arrives. 
However, this year was going to be different to most. Your parents had agreed, no offered, to take your best friend, Sam, with you guys this time. What your parents didn’t know was that you and Sam had been dating for the better half of the year now, and you were both looking forward to spending this time together. 
You had known Sam since you had started school together all those years ago, and you had become attached at the hip ever since. Your parents like to recount the days when the two of you were 4 ft tall and a lot less trouble than you were now. As Sam got older, he took on a more alternative look, something you admire about him. He was just so…cool. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His black hair (which you dye for him) and selection of piercings suited him and his personality perfectly. And when he asked you to show him how to do eyeliner when you both turned 14 you happily obliged. 
You throw your bag into the back seat before climbing in and buckingly up your seatbelt. Your parents were going to drive the 3 minutes to Sam’s house to pick him up before beginning your road trip. The sound of the car’s engine excites you, and when you pull into Sam’s driveway a few minutes later you are ecstatic. You hop out of your seat, and walk swiftly to the door before knocking twice.
Sam’s hair appears before you see the rest of him and he grumbles out “It's too early for this sort of carry on, your parents are crazy.” You laugh at him. He was never very good at early starts. “You can sleep in the car, come on!” 
You pull Sam and his bag to the car and you both climb in, settling down for the long trip ahead. Your parents greet Sam and make some small talk before turning on the radio. The sound of rock ‘n’ roll fills your ears and you nod your head along in time to the beat. Sam just looks at you like you are insane. 
Sam lies his head back on the car seat headrest, looking up at the car roof. He is tired and you can tell. You sneak your hand into his, covered by the bags in between you. If your parents noticed, they certainly didn’t say anything. He glances at you, gently squeezing your hand in his ring-clad one. 
As your parents drive down the coast, your hands stay intertwined, even as you both slowly begin to nod off, waking up at the crack of dawn taking its toll. By late morning you are both passed out, Sam’s head resting on your shoulder.
Eventually your parents pull into a small town for a bathroom break and to stretch their legs. Turning around to shake you both awake, your mother shakes her head at the sight of the two of you. Somewhere along the winding roads, the bags concealing your interlocked fingers had fallen to your feet, revealing your hands. 
She laughs to herself, smiling before turning to your dad; “I knew something was up with them.” she whisper-yells, happy that it's Sam and not some other douchebag guy. You dad grins, “should we wake them up?” 
“No, let's let them enjoy their moment.”
When you and Sam wake up, you are both met with two smiling faces and a lot of explaining to do.
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flowersintheimpala69 · 5 months ago
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14 year old sammy being invited by some boys in his class to his first party and more importantly his first highschool party and he’s so excited and giddy cuz he’s never really had friend before cuz they move around sm and other kids are usually put off by the random bruises (from hunts) that adorn his body and his Salvation Army clothes that are too big and his tattered shoes with holes and even tho dean is sorta in the same boat, dean is 18 and handsome and has girls all over them and sam is still awkwardly gangly. Plus the boys who invited him are part of “the cool crowd” so it feels extremely validating for them to even notice him.
anyways, Sam is hella excited and he spends an hour before hand getting ready in the bathroom and picking out his outfit and while dean would normally tease him abt it he dosent cuz he knows this is a big deal for sam and he’s so glad that his baby brother is finally making friends because he knows sammy is actually really smart and fun to be around and it breaks his heart that he never has friends to go out with.
Dean drives him to the house where that party is happening at like 8 pm and pats him on the shoulder and tells him not to drink too much and to use protection and sam yells “Dean!” and blushes deep red but then Dean tells him to have fun and that he’ll come pick him up at midnight and to “go get them tiger” and sam gives him a little smile
deans at home when at 10:00 he gets a call and it’s an unknown number but sometimes dad calls from unknown numbers so he picks up but it’s not his dads voice on the other line.
“Dean?”
It’s unmistakably Sam’s voice, but it sounds strained and shaky. Deans immediately worried and asks if everything’s all right and sam just tells him he need Dean to pick him up. And deans like okay I’ll be right there what’s the address of the house again??
And sam tells him he’s actually not at the house anymore (which worries and confuses the fuck out of dean) and says he’s about a mile away at a pay phone and he says the street corner and apologizes for making Dean drive the extra mile
And deans internally like “wtf??” Cuz sam never apologizes and starts wondering if he’s just rlly drunk. He puts a pin in it and drives to the street sam said and sure enough sitting on the curb is a sammy-looking lump. Dean leaves the engine running but gets out of the car cuz sam is still just sitting there and he starts worrying that he has alcohol poisoning but then before Dean can even reach sam, he’s up and running towards Dean and pressing his face into his chest and hugging him.
And. That’s so weird. Cuz sam is in his angsty teen phase where he dosent want to be as huggy or cuddly with dean cuz that’s “embarrassing” yet here he is pressing himself against Dean so hard it’s like he’s trying to become part of him.
Sam dosent say anything in the car or when they start driving. Dean decides this is definitely not okay and he needs to do smth so he pulls into a gas station and gets himself a raspberry slushie and sam the cola slushie he likes and he gets them hotdogs (with extra onions and mustard for sam just the way he likes it) and he drives to a little deserted backroad and they sit on the hood of the car while eating and looking at the stars
And Dean hopes the food will put sam into a better mood but besides a quiet “thanks” when Dean had handed him the food sam stays silent and it’s so not sam-like. Deans abt to prompt an explanation but sam speaks first.
“Sorry you had to pick me up,”
“It’s okay, I really didn’t mind”
Sam’s quiet for a moment then in a small and shaky voice that makes deans heart break asks “Dean, you like me, right? Like you think I’m.. you think I’m cool right?”
and deans suddenly angry cuz obviously those stupid kids must have said something to sam and but he knows Sam dosent need him yelling rn so he takes a deep breath and pulls sam into his side, sliding a hand against his nape.
“Sammy of course I like you. You’re the smartest, coolest, funniest little brother one could ask for.”
Sam smiles a bit at that and rest his head against deans shoulder, “thanks Dean.”
Dean dosent ask what the those kids must have said to him but after a moment sam starts talking unprompted.
“The uh, guys who invited me, they uh did it like as a joke,” he sniffles, “and I didn’t realize but then they started calling me a girl and saying I was a pussy and someone wanted to uh, check if I had a, um, like if I had a-if I was like a woman down there and they pushed me down and tried to take off my pants and I-I didn’t..” sam trails off with a sniff.
Dean can feel Sam’s wet face against his neck. “Oh sammy, I’m so sorry, they’re assholes don’t pay mind to them—“
“But they’re right! They pushed me down and dad trained me-us-I could’ve totally fought back but-I don’t know I froze like a girl and just let it happen-I am a fucking pussy-“ sam is interrupted by a hiccup and then starts full on sobbing and dean can only pull sam into his lap and let him sob into his chest. Sam spends the next 20 minutes sobbing and babbling into deans collar about how he wishes he wasn’t a fucking freak and wants to be normal and at one point he leans off the side of the car to puke cuz he’s crying so hard and he’s so sorry Dean I didn’t mean to get sick I’m so gross I’m sorry and deans heart breaks.
Dean has to carry sam into the car and then the motel cuz he’s so exhausted from crying. Sam stays home from school the next day. John comes home that night, and dean convinces him to let them leave town the next morning.
They don’t ever talk about it after that.
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i-am-baechu · 4 months ago
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˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺。° Sticky ⁞ Ot7
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☼ Summary: Happy Summer! The time where you take a break from the harshness of life and have some fun. Who would’ve thought seven friends would fall for the same girl on this Summer vacation? 
☼ Paring: ot7 x reader 
☼ Rating: Pg - 14
☼ Genre: Fluff, comedy, romance, small angst and a little spice
☼ Author’s note: Don’t ever trust people like this, especially in another country on vacation. This is only fictional and I want to make it clear that it's pure fiction. Be safe out there, no matter the gender, be safe.
☼ Playlist: Sticky - Kiss of Life 
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It’s been forever since BTS had a vacation, a real vacation. Sure they had In The Soop but they were still working and they had to watch what they say or do. This time it's a real vacation. Namjoon was the first one to bring it up. They were going to the military soon and they haven’t had a real vacation without cameras. He still remembers how everyone reacted.
Namjoon walked into the meeting room with nothing in his hands. This caused Yoongi to furrow his eyebrows at the sight, “Are you sure this is a meeting?”
Namjoon gave his signature smile and nodded his head, “Yes it is.” 
“Hyung, where’s the papers then?” 
Namjoon shook his head and took out six tickets. He fanned them out and smiled at them, “We’re going on vacation.” 
Jungkook leaned forward and glanced at the tickets, “Oh, like another In The Soop?”
“Nope.”
Hoseok glanced at Yoongi and then back at Namjoon, “Bon Voyage?”
“Nope, a real vacation.” 
Jimin tilted his head in confusion, “Why?”
Namjoon sighed and set the tickets on the table, “When was the last time we went on a real vacation.” 
Jin shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, “I mean...In The Soop.”
“We had cameras around us. I mean a real vacation, with no cameras.” The room went silent and Namjoon crossed his arms, “See, we can’t even name it. We’re going to the military soon, this is our time to have fun before leaving.” 
Taehyung nodded his head at this and looked at the others, “That sounds fun. We work hard.” 
Jungkook nodded his head with hesitation and then looked at Namjoon, “What will the managers say?” 
“Oh, I already handled that.” 
Yoongi leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead, “What about our album?” 
“Our album can wait. Our lives can’t.” 
Yoongi sighed and glanced at Jin, “What do you think?” 
“I guess we’re going on vacation.” 
That’s how they landed in Turks and Caicos. The beautiful island with the ideal beach in any kid's dream and the weather that beats the rain in Korea. They were all looking at the area with wide eyes. It wasn’t until a woman in a suit came up to them with a wide grin, “Kim Namjoon?”
Namjoon bowed his head and nodded, “Yes.” 
“I’m the hotel manager that you spoke to over the phone. I am happy that you trusted us with keeping your vacation confidential.” 
Namjoon smiled at her and nodded her head, “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Thank you for giving us the room that you did.”
“Anything for our clients. Let me show you the room.” 
L/N Y/N took a sip of her frozen strawberry margarita as she sat by the pool. This was her first real girl trip with her friends. They finally left their retail jobs and got big girl jobs. Never in her late twenties did she think she could afford a trip to Turks and Caicos. Budgeting and no DoorDash can do wonders for the bank. It was the first day of their vacation and she wanted to spend time at the pool with a margarita and a book. What more can you want on a vacation? Her friends decided to sleep in and she wasn’t going to wake them up, they deserved the sleep. They work hard. 
She also wanted to have fun on this vacation. She wanted to do things that she would never do at home. Of course, she has limitations but she was going to have fun. Having a frozen strawberry margarita at ten in the morning, that’s a start. She stood up and her sarong gently touched the back of her legs. With it being a vacation, she was going to dress differently. Bikinis and mini dresses were the main attire packed up (with her Hello Kitty pajamas and an abundance of cartoon socks but that's beside the point). She was dressed in a v-neck triangle light green bikini and she felt good for once in her life. 
She put her hair in a high bun and she looked at the entrance when she heard voices. It was still pretty early and she was the only one at the pool. She kind of assumed everyone was too hungover to wake up this early. She saw a tallish man (everyone was taller than her) on the phone talking away. He was handsome, she wasn’t stupid. He was handsome but cute at the same time. He had plump lips and earrings that made him more attractive in her book. Speaking of the book, she quickly picked it up when he turned his head towards her. 
She glanced over the cover and saw him putting stuff on the lounge chair. He was still on the phone but it sounded like the conversation was dying out. She couldn’t really hear what was being said but she tried her best to stay out of it. She noticed he had a tattoo going down his back of the moon phases pecking through his shirt and her eyes widened. Who would’ve thought a handsome/cute man would have so many tattoos? She took a sip of her margarita and kept eyeing him. He was interesting but she didn’t have the balls to talk to someone like that. She would just eye him and that’s the best she could do.
Jimin glanced over his shoulders and saw the women looking at him. He smirked to himself because he saw her through the glass when they were heading up to the room. He wanted to get to know her. 
They all stood in the glass elevator as Namjoon talked to the hotel manager. Jimin was leaning against the wall but he landed on someone at the pool. She was cute (from what he could see, cute and hot in a bikini) and she was the only one at the pool. He nodded to himself and planned out his next move as they moved out of the elevator. 
He set his stuff on the bed and turned towards Namjoon, “I’ll be gone.”
Namjoon raised his eyebrow, “Where are you going?”
“Pool.” 
Taehyung let out a scoff and turned towards Namjoon, “He saw someone.” 
“It’s my vacation. I can do it however I want.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Just be careful.” 
The plan was to walk out talking on the phone when in reality there was no one on the other side. He knew this would capture her attention because there was no one else there. Seeing her closer confirmed his thoughts. She was cute and hot. He took off his shirt and ruffled his hair, tossing his shirt on the chair. He turned towards her and smiled. He slowly walked towards her with a bottle of sunscreen, “Need some?”
She put her book down and raised her eyebrow at him with a confused look, “M-Me?”
Jimin nodded his head and titled his head, “A cute girl needs help.” 
“I’m the cute girl?” 
Jimin let out a laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah, you are.” 
She looked around and then back at him with a confused look, “Are you pranking me?” 
“No, I can prove it.”
“How?”
“There’s a small cafe on the beach. Let me take.”
She felt her face flush and nodded her head, “Sure...I already put sunscreen on. Nice try.” 
“Trying is good.” 
She let out a small laugh and tilted her head, “Where are you from?”
“Korea.”
“Oh, it’s cold there right now. Big difference.” 
Jimin nodded his head, “Hot, here.” 
“Yeah, but it feels great.” Y/N stood up and placed her book in her bag, “I’m ready.” 
Jimin smiled and glanced down at the sunscreen, “No sunscreen.”
“Later. If you can keep me for two hours.” 
“I can.” 
Jimin gathered his small bag and put his shirt in it. He put his hand out and she glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, “You want to hold my hand? Scandalous isn’t it?” 
“I don’t want to lose you. A lot of people.” 
She nodded her head and intertwined her fingers with his, “Okay loverboy let’s go.” 
The cafe was beautiful, it was placed right on the beach and it was the perfect view of the ocean. She glanced at the water and smiled, “So pretty.”
“Yeah, you are.” 
She snorted at this and picked up a french fry, “Shut up.” 
He leaned forward and she raised her eyebrow at him. He gently brought his thumb and wiped away the salt with a smirk, “Messy.”
“Ye-Yeah...”
He sat back down and smirked at her, “Ocean?” 
“Sure.” 
He paid for their meal (He wouldn’t let her even when she protested) and walked onto the white sands. The sand was warm but it wasn’t hot yet. Thank god it was early. She set her towel down and glanced at him who just stood there, “What?”
“No towel.” 
She nodded her head and took out another one from her bag, “I always pack two just in case.” 
“Thank you, you were expecting me?” 
She rolled her eyes and sat on the towel, “In your dreams.” 
He set the towel down and put his bag on top of it. He went to stand in front of her with a smile, “Ocean.”
“Now?”
“Yes, it is fun.”
She nodded her head and took off her sarong to reveal her legs. Jimin couldn’t stop himself from glancing at her thick thighs and her tiny tummy made her hotter. She fixed her hair and looked at him with a confused look, “You okay?”
“Perfect.”
They slowly made their way to the water and she let out a small sigh, “It’s perfect.”
He eyed her up and down and nodded, “Perfect.”
She turned towards him and splashed some water on him. He raised his eyebrow and started splashing some water back at her. She let out a loud laugh and he went towards her with a smirk. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. Before she could say anything, her Apple watch buzzed. She glanced at the tiny glass and sighed, “My friends are asking me where I am.”
“You have to go?”
“Sadly.”
Jimin glanced down at her chest and then back at her, “Now?” 
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Jimin helped her down and he leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek, “We’ll meet again. So no worries.” 
She nodded her head and looked back at her bag, “Can you give me your number? If you want..”
“I want.” 
With his number secured, she kissed him on the cheek and was off with a red face. Jimin watched a smirk and couldn’t take his eyes off until she was out of sight. He leaned back on her towel and smiled, “Maybe Namjoon was right. We needed a vacation.” 
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The club was new. Especially for Y/N but then again this morning was new for her too. A hot guy being interested in her was wild to think. Tonight the girls wanted to hit the club and have fun there. How could she say no to her friends? She was talking to her best friend, Steph, and was laughing. 
“I needed this vacation.”
Y/N took a sip of her drink and nodded her head, “I’m surprised Andrew let you come.”
Steph rolled her eyes and slammed her vodka soda, “After putting up with him collecting cars and not doing anything. He better let me have this vacation.” 
Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head. She pushed the food towards her and smiled, “Make sure you eat. You’ll get sick if you just drink.” 
Steph took the burger and nodded her head, “Yes mother.” 
Y/N looked out into the dancefloor and looked at Ava and Aria dancing away with wide smiles. Y/N sighed and shook her head, “They’re drunk.” She glanced at the patio and sighed to herself, “I need some fresh air.” 
“You want me to come with you.” 
“No, I have my location on.”
“Okay, be safe.” 
Y/N sat down on the patio and looked at the ocean with a soft smile. It was calming, the waves gently hitting the shores and the side of the fireplace crackling next to her. It was peaceful. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Calming isn’t it?”
She turned her head and saw a smile that could melt hearts (dimples can kill anyone). She nodded her head and glanced at the waves, “It is. We all need that in life.”
“Agree.” 
“Good vacation so far?”
Namjoon took a sip of his wine and nodded his head, “Good first day. I took a break from watching my friends.”
She let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “I know how that is. I have to watch my friends too. Being a parent is hard.” 
He let out a loud laugh and put his cup on the table, “Is this your first day?” 
“Secondish...the first day we came here at ten at night. I don’t count that as the first day.”
“I wouldn’t. It’s mostly just jetlag, no fun in that.”
“It was kind of fun because it was like a sleepover. Just us being overtired and no conversation.” 
Namjoon nodded his head and leaned towards her to give her his full attention, “I wish I could say that. Even though my friends are tired, they just talk and talk.” 
“That’s cute, they want to keep the conversation going.” 
“It stops being cute when you're dead tired.” 
“I can imagine that.”
He glanced down and noticed she didn’t have a drink. He looked at her with a smile that could melt anyone, “Do you want a drink?” 
“Oh-no thank you. I just had a glass of water. I have to watch my friends.”
“Shouldn’t the parents have a day off?”
She glanced at him and bit her lip, “I’ll take red wine...”
“Let me get that for you. I’ll be back.” 
She nodded and watched him leave. She quickly stood up and made sure her dress looked acceptable. It was satin so making sure there were no wrinkles was impossible. She fixed her hair the best she could and sat back down, trying to look like she was just waiting for him. When he came back, she sat a little taller and smiled at him. He handed her the glass and she took the glass (making sure their fingertips touched). She smiled at him, “Thank you.”
“No problem. I didn’t get your name.”
“It’s Y/N.”
“That matches you.”
She took a sip and raised her eyebrow. She put her glass on the table and leaned back, “Oh? Why?”
“It’s a beautiful name.” 
She had to hold back the crackle that was boiling inside. She couldn’t scare off this man so she instead snorted and hid her nose with her hand, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry. It was cute.” 
She rolled her eyes and looked back at the ocean, “A snort is cute. Say’s Who?”
“Says me. You think I would lie?”
She glanced back at him and she saw him giving her a lustful look. She sat up straight and let out a nervous laugh, “I-I wouldn’t call you a liar.” 
“I wouldn’t lie to a pretty girl.” She nodded her head and picked up her wine. She took a small gulp causing him to let out a small laugh, “You good?”
“Fine.”
She glanced back to see Steph on the phone and she sighed, “My friend is on the phone with her husband. I have to check on her.” 
“You’ll come back?”
“Yeah, don’t worry.” 
She stood up and walked towards Steph who was crying now. She frowned at this and pushed away the cup so she didn’t drink more, “What’s wrong?”
“Andrew is mad at me. It’s so stupid.” 
“Want to go back to the hotel?” 
“Yeah, I need cake.” 
Y/N rubbed her back and nodded her head, “We’ll get you cake.” 
Y/N went to the dance floor with Steph cuddling into her shoulder. She tapped on Ava’s shoulder and glanced down at Steph, “We're in need of help.”
Ava and Aria sobbed up in a second and took Steph into their arms, “What’s wrong?”
“Andrew happened.” 
Y/N rubbed her back gently and she turned her head to see the man who she was talking to coming towards her, “Is everything okay?” 
Y/N glanced at Steph and shook her head, “I have to take care of her.” 
Namjoon glanced and nodded her head, “I get it.”
“Can I get a name?”
“Joon.”
Y/N nodded her head and smiled at him, “I’ll see you later, Joon.”
Namjoon watched her leave and sighed. He felt an arm over his shoulders and looked at Jimin with a raised eyebrow, “What?”
“You got clockblock?”
“Shut up.” 
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Steph was taken care of all night, she fell asleep with a piece of cake in her hand. Ava and Aria left for another party after Y/N told them to go have fun and it was alright for them to go. This morning, Y/N woke up to see everyone sleeping and she smiled at this. Everyone was here and safe. Y/N stood up and went towards the bathroom to get washed up. Today she was going to explore the town. It was so nice that she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to explore. 
She dressed her up in a floral ruffled dress with simple sandals and she was off. Today she was going to take pictures of the ocean or any scenery that caught her eye. Today was pretty chill and it felt nice to be outside. She grabbed her Canon camera out of her bag and she started to take pictures of the palm trees with the clear skies. She smiled to herself and she went to take a picture of the ocean but was stopped by a deep voice, “I know a better place.”
She turned around and was met with a tan God looking at her with a boxy smile, Holy shit is this island just filled with hot people? She let out a small cough and glanced at the ocean, “I like this spot. Thanks.” 
“Hyung, we should go now-who is this?” 
She turned around to see the new voice and was met with a buff guy with a sleeve. She glanced down at his arm and then at his cute face that had piercings, this the second guy who has tattoos but is so cute? The hell...
“I wanted her to come with us to take pictures of the sun with the ocean.” 
Y/N pouted and looked at the spot she had and then back at them, “What’s wrong with my spot?” 
“There’s too many people here.”
“I could always photoshop them out.”
“Yeah, but this view is better. You get the whole city and the ocean.” 
Y/N glanced at the two and then back at her camera, “Why do I keep running into hot guys?” She looked back at them with a small glare, “How do I know you're safe?”
Jungkook chuckled at this and put his hands up, “You can search us.”
Y/N got flustered at this and shook her head, “Th-That’s not what I meant.” 
“Well doll, we would be glad if you searched us.” 
She raised her eyebrow at this and grabbed her camera, “Fine. Show me the spot before we go, tell me your names.”
Jungkook and Taehyung glanced at each other. They were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Taehyung glanced at her with his boxy smile, “My name is Tae.”
Jungkook nodded his head and turned towards her, “My name is Kook.”
“Cute names. Let’s go before I change my mind.” 
They walked for what felt like hours but Y/N learned more about them. They were passionate about the arts and it was clear they had jobs in the arts. With the way they talked about music, it was more than passion. 
They stood on a cliff and Y/N took a step back and felt arms around her waist. She looked up to see Jungkook wiggle his eyebrows, “Are you scared?”
“Of course I am. We’re by a fucking cliff.” 
“Doll likes to cuss. This is the perfect shot.” 
Jungkook let go of her and she took one step forward with her hands shaking, “It’s pretty...it's too high.”
Jungkook went towards her and grabbed her waist again, “I’ll help you take the picture.” 
“O-Okay.”Jungkook held her waist tightly and she felt his breathing on the back of her neck. She ignored the feeling in her stomach and went to take the picture. Tae was right, this is the perfect shot. She took the picture and her head fell into Jungkook’s neck with, “I can’t believe I just did that.” 
“We did it together.” 
She glanced up to see Jungkook giving her a small teasing smirk. She rolled her eyes and glanced at Taehyung who was getting his pictures. He was so focused that he didn’t even realize the stare from her. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and Jungkook let go of her. She took her phone out and looked at the text, Thinking of you - Pool Boy 
She rolled her eyes and put her phone back in her pocket. She glanced down to see a butterfly on a flower and she smiled. She zoomed in on the blue creature and took the picture. Jungkook watched with a small smile on his lips. He let out a small cough and this caught her attention, “We’re meeting someone for lunch. Would you want to come?” 
Y/N glanced down at her watch and saw that none of the girls texted her back. She nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders, “Sure.” 
They started to walk away from the cliff when she felt an arm around her waist. She glanced at the arm and then at the person, “Tae?” 
He glanced down with a smirk and shrugged his shoulders, “Kook, got to touch you. It’s my turn”
She shrugged her shoulders and looked away, “Sure...”
They walked down to a random cafe on the shoreline. She pushed some hair back and entered the AC cafe. The place was cute and the theme was seashells, it was very welcoming, “Hyung.”
She glanced at the table to see someone smiling at them with a heart-shaped smile. It was a nice smile and it made her feel safe. Taehyung walked her over to the table with Jungkook following right behind. She smiled at him and made a small wave at him, “Hello. I’m sorry if I’m intruding but I was invited. I can leave if you want.”
Hoseok shook his head and patted the seat next to him, “No, I like company.”
She smiled at this and sat next to him as Jungkook and Taehyung sat across with annoyed looks. She turned towards Hoseok and smiled, “My name is Y/N.”
“Mine is Seok.” 
“So, Seok. Are you on vacation with Tae and Kook?”
Hoseok glanced at the two younger men and then back at her, “Yeah, it’s been fun so far. Watching them get drunk.”
Y/N glanced at them and then back at Hoseok, “I can see them being a lot.” 
“They are, trust me.” 
YN glanced down at the menu and looked up at Jungkook, “I’m just going to get some bread.” 
“Why?”
“I have dinner tonight with my girls. I don’t want to be full.”
Taehyung nodded his head at this and closed the menu, “Then let me pay for it.”
“Oh, you don’t-”
“I wanted to pay for it.”
Taehyung glanced at Jungkook and it turned into a glare, “I met her first.” 
“So.”
Hoseok rolled his eyes and took his wallet, “I’ll pay for her. Now pick your food.” 
The two pouted and glanced down at the words. Y/N raised her eyebrow and glanced at Hoseok, “You know how to control them.”
“I can show that too.”
She looked away from his eyes and Hoseok let out a small laugh, “Shy little thing.” 
After they ordered, they all started talking about random things. She had a lot of things in common with them. She was always shocked when hot people had the same interest as her because she’s just Y/N. These are hot men talking to her. She took a bite of her bread and laughed at a joke that Hoseok said. Hoseok glanced down at his phone and rolled his eyes, “We have to go back to our hotel.”
Y/N looked at the time and nodded her head, “I have to check on my friends.” The group moved out of the cafe and they walked towards the hotel. Y/N raised her eyebrow and glanced at them, “Are we staying in the same hotel?”
Taehyung glanced at the tall building and then back at her, “How lucky are we?” 
“It’s a nice hotel. It took us months to get this room.” 
Taehyung glanced at Jungkook who was chuckling at his missed attempt to flirt. Hoseok wrapped his arm over her shoulder and smiled, “That means we get to see each other more then.” 
“That’s always fun.”
They entered the Hotel and she looked up at Hoseok, “I’m on the first floor.” 
“Oh. We have to say goodbye so fast.” 
Y/N nodded her head sadly, “I’ll see you around. You can always take me to that cafe.” 
Jungkook came forward and nodded his head, “Is that a promise?”
“It’s something. I’ll see you around.” 
They watched her leave their sighted and Hoseok sighed at this, “Fucking Namjoon.”
“He just cockblocked us.”
“She would want me.”
“Shut up Jungkook, let’s go.” 
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Y/N sat in the buffet all alone. She was annoyed because the girls just wanted to sleep and party. She understood that this was their vacation but she was basically doing everything by herself. She took a bite of her crab and sighed to herself. It wasn’t fun when you're by yourself. 
She stood up to get seconds when someone ran into her. She dropped her plate and whatever he had on his plate was now on her, “I’m so sorry.” 
“It’s okay.” She looked up and saw broad shoulders staring at her. She turned her head up and saw the softest brown eyes looking at her with pure regret. She glanced down at her shirt and saw it was covered in a sauce and frowned, “It happens.” 
“Let me make it up to you.”
“Oh, how?”
“I’ll pay for dinner tonight and a new shirt.”
Y/N’s eyes widened at this and shook her head, “That’s asking too much.” 
He shrugged his shoulders and glanced down, “I spilled pasta all over your shirt. Let me make this better.” 
She sighed and nodded her head, “Okay.”
“Are you pasta?” 
“What?” 
“Cause you’re always on my mind.” 
She covered her mouth and let out a loud laugh. She looked away from him and he felt proud of his joke, “I’m Jinnie”
“I’m Y/N. Good joke by the way.”
“Finally someone respects my jokes. Let me show you my table.”
Before they moved, Y/N gently grabbed his wrist causing him to look at her, “Do you have a date or anything?” 
“No, but I do now.”
She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head, “Okay...I like that.” 
He pulled out her chair and she sat down with her rocking a hotel shirt. The two sat at the table and she pushed some hair back, “I was going to get some pasta.” 
“Ravioli?” 
“I’m not sure to be honest.”
“Cause you’re stuffed with all the right stuff.” 
It took her a minute to process the joke and then she started to laugh. She covered her mouth and shook her head, “You're on a roll.” 
“With butter?”
“Shut up and come get food with me, Jinnie.” 
The two talked all night and shared food with each other. She learned that he’s allergic to garlic and had to make sure the pasta was made separately. He learned that she was allergic to most fruits and how it became a challenge to drink. After the buffet, Jin took her to the arcade and her eyes widened.
She glanced at him and gave him a small smirk, “I’m going to wipe the floor with you.”
“Oh, are you?” 
The two ran towards the shooting game and Y/N nodded her head towards him, “Are you ready soldier?” 
“Ready if you are. What’s our mission?”
“Whoever kills the most zombies wins.” 
“Yes, loser.” 
Y/N stuck her tongue out and turned towards the screen, “Start!” 
The two started playing but Jin kept getting distracted by her laugh. It was so soft and he was just glad that she was having a good time. She dropped the gun and started clapping her hands, “I won.”
“You cheated.” 
She glanced at him and winked, “You're just a loser.” 
“I’ll beat you in a racing game.”
“You're so on.” 
Jin was right, he won that game. The competitiveness that they both had wasn’t allowing them to walk away from the games. They were down to the final game, skee ball. They were tied and Y/N turned towards Jin, “Last game?” 
“Whoever wins is the champion.” 
“I plan on.”
“We’ll see.” 
Jin frowned and watched Y/N trade her tickets for an oversized squirrel. She glanced at him and frowned, “Are you sad?”
“No...”
She let out a small laugh and handed him the squirrel, “Here, you take it.”
He unfolded his arms and raised his eyebrow, “What?” 
“You reminded me of a squirrel. Cute.”
Jin felt his neck get hot and he quickly shook his head, “Well you’re my squirrel then.”
“Oh?”
“Two cute creatures have to stick together.” 
She let out a laugh and shook her head, “I guess we do.” 
He walked her down her hall and she smiled at him, “I’ll see you?”
“Yeah.”
Y/N stood on tippy toes and kissed his check, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” 
He walked out of the hallway as first as he could as Y/N watched with amusement. She bite her lip and walked towards her room, what a great vacation.” 
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 “You need to get fucked.”
Y/N choked on her drink and stared at Aria with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”
Aria twirled her drink and looked around the club, “You’ve been standing here, doing nothing. You need a good dick.”
“I’m fine.” 
Y/N rolled her eyes and took a sip, “I’m fine-”
“You need to have fun.” 
Y/N glanced at Steph and scoffed at this, “I have been having fun. This whole vacation I’ve been having fun.” 
Steph rolled her eyes and finished her drink, “Go talk to someone. That guy over there has been eye fucking all night.” 
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Just look.”
Y/N followed Steph’s gaze and her eyes widened. There was a man who was already looking at her. He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a simple black shirt but it made him look so expensive. She let out a small cough and shook her head, “Ladies, I-”
“This is from the gentlemen over there.”
She glanced at the waiter and raised her eyebrow. She bowed her head to say her thanks and took the drink. On the bottom of the glass there was a note. She took the note and gave her drink to Ava. She opened the note and she felt a rush, Come to me. She glanced up and saw him giving her a small smirk. She melted at this and looked at her friends, “I’ll see you guys later. Fyi, I’m doing this because I want to. Not because of you guys.” 
“Whatever, just get dick.” 
She rolled her eyes at Ava and walked towards the mystery man. Yoongi finished his whiskey and saw that she was coming towards her. She was dressed in a nice black dress and it wasn’t too mini like the other girls. He watched her scold her friends for drinking too much and making sure that they had water. She was caring and hot. Perfect. 
He put his glass down and glanced up, “You like to follow commands.” 
Y/N felt her face get hot and shrugged her shoulders, “I-I wanted to come over here.”
“Oh, did you? That fine ass just walked towards me just because?” 
“I’m Y/N.”
Yoongi nodded his head and looked her up and down, “I’m Yoon. Let’s get out of this loud club.”
“Su-Sure.” 
The moment the elevator closed, Y/N was pinned against the wall. Yoongi was kissing her up and down her neck with passion. It was as if she would disappear in seconds. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning and grinding into him. He moved away and grinded right back at her,  “You're all ready for this, aren’t you?” 
“Ye-Yes.” 
The door opened and Yoongi intertwined their fingers together, “Let’s go.” 
She followed him like a lost lamb and she was going to experience something life changing. She knew this. She watched him open the door and the moment the door closed, his hands were all over her. She kissed him with the same amount of passion but stopped when there was a cough. Yoongi groaned at this and pulled away to look behind him, “What?” 
“Hyung, at the door?” 
“Kook?”
Jungkook looked past Yoongi and his mouth dropped when he saw Y/N, “Y-Y/N?”
“That’s your name? Y/N?”
She walked forward and saw Jimin looking at her with a shocked look, “Pool boy?”
Just then the rest of BTS came out and stared at Y/N with shock. She let out a shocked laugh and turned towards Yoongi, “I-I can’t believe this.” 
“It seems like we all wanted you.” 
“Y/N was the girl that Jimin was talking about...that’s crazy.”
Y/N looked towards them and frowned, “I-I’m sorry. I don’t want you guys thinking I was leading you on. I enjoyed my time with you guys.”
Hoseok walked towards her and pushed some hair off her shoulder, “Well, do you want to continue that?” 
“What?” 
Jungkook took his shirt off and ruffled his hair, “Do you want us?” 
“Excuse me?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and pushed Hoseok away. He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle smile, “We’re asking if you want all of us.”
She stared at him with a shocked look but looked around the room. They were all hot and it was clear they were attractive to her. I did want to do things that I would never do at home....
She glanced at Namjoon and did something that shocked everyone. She reached down and pulled her dress over her head, “It’s summer time. Why not make memories?” 
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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago
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✨D.D. MASTERLIST ✨
[banner and dividers created by @saradika​]
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[DRABBLES]
At Fault (1.7k words)
Common Mistake (1.8k)
Deep Blue, but You Painted Me Golden (1.8k)
Familiar & Unfamiliar (4.1k)
I Miss You, I Miss You Too (0.5k)
In a Perfect World, You Love Me (6.9k) // Perfect World pt. II (2.5k)
Language Barrier (1.0k words)
Lost in the Light (1.4k)
Ni Ceta, Cyar’ika (7.8k) // I Love You, Cyar’ika (4.5k)
⏤ Do You Want Me, Cyar’ika: HAPPY END (6.7k), DARK END (5.1k)
Not Like This (1.3k words) // Not You (2.3k words)
One Hundred and Fifty Seven (4.1k words)
That’s Not My Name (632 words)
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din djarin x female!reader
Playlist
Older!Grogu Inspo Art
summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.
✨: signifies a ‘AFS’ deleted scene/drabble!
#01: Two Porgs, One Blaster
#02: Are You Trying to Say Bear?
#03: Marshal Daddy
#04: Mayfeld Didn't Mean to Step on Him
✨#4.5: He is a Quick One✨
#05: Wife Material
#06: Trikar'la, Buir!
#07: Soran
✨#7.5: Like The Wizards✨
#08: You're His Home
#09: Buir, Grogu, Ma
✨#9.5: Ma’s Got You✨
#10: Show Off
#11: You Didn’t
#12: Grogu, Grogu, Baby, It’s Okay
#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika
#14: Am I Making You Quiver?
#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck
#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin
#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta
✨#MID 17: Take a Break, Doc✨
#18: Talk About a Power Couple
#19: My Boys Needed Me
#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath
#21: Made of the Right Stuff
#22: Like Father, Like Son
#23: It’s a Surprise
✨#23.5: Am I Close to Redemption?✨
#24: Right Between Your Thighs
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din djarin x female!reader
summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.
#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object
#02: Falling For You
#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck
#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder
#05: Right Person, Wrong Time
#06: Partners in Crime
#07: A Favor For a Friend
#08: But You’re Still a Traitor
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Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader
Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.
DAY ONE
DAY TWO
DAY THREE
DAY FOUR
DAY FIVE
DAY SIX
DAY SEVEN
AFTER
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missyandthemisfits · 6 months ago
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Tokyo Rev - Sexual Orientation Headcannons
18+ Random Personal Headers
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Mikey - Pansexual
Doesn't really go out of his way to find mates, truly they just find their way to him. Has a slight preference to women but that's just because boobs are awesome. 
Draken - Hetero with a capital HETERO
He knows what he likes and he's never questioned it, really. Has the idea of it crossed his mind? Yea. Nothing against it either, just not for him. 
Baji - Questioning 
He's pretty sure he's into women, but between the age of 14-17, really finds himself questioning these sudden specs of romantic feelings for certain dudes...no one is the wiser.
Chifuyu - Straight with Bi Tendencies 
Chifuyu is very into women - but also he'd be lying if he said he's never uh...experimented before. Decided the only pegging he enjoyed was with/by a beautiful woman.
Mitsuya - Bi
He has fairly recently discovered he is indeed attracted to men and women and he's fairly comfortable coming out to his people too. He's confident enough to wear it pretty proudly after a very short insecure period. 
Hakkai - It's giving Gay
At some point in life, Hakkai realizes that the real reason he's so awkward around women is because he's aware he's 'supposed' to want to date them and find them enticing but...doesn't. Men are more his speed and he's starting to be okay with that. Has yet to tell Taiju-
Smiley - Straight, but has dabbled
Smiley will try anything once - and has, but it's not his thing. Just thinking about a woman in a lewd position drives him insane, men just don't do it for him. 
Angry - Questioning (but may or may not have a preference for women)
The thought of romance in general kinda scares the crap outta him cause he's always wondering if he's doing enough or if perhaps he's doing too much - so given that, of course he hasn't settled on a person, or sex, of choice. Whoever it is, he just wants to make them happy - inside and outside of the bedroom
Kazutora - Believes he's Hetero, Turns out his Bi
Kazutora is well into his adulthood when he finally figures out he's attracted to the same sex as well as the opposite sex and while he doesn't necessarily like the idea of a relationship at first, he grows to understand he needs that sort of intimacy. Once he starts, he can't get enough of it.
Akkun - Straight, but has dabbled.
It was less about curiosity for him and more of a getting caught up in the moment as some dude, equally as drunk, came onto him. The kiss was fine...but he quickly decided it's not his cup of tea.
Takuya - Demisexual 
Takuya is into men and women but even more so, he's into emotional intimacy and connection. You can be the most attractive person he's ever seen but if there's no real connection, there's 0 chance of you guys being more than friends. Thems the breaks.
Taiju - Very Hetero
Taiju is strictly a taco eater, nothing to question and no reason for any complicated discussions with himself - he knows what he wants and needs and what he NEEDS is the bodacious body of a curvy woman-
Yuzuha - Bi with wavering preferences 
Yuzuha is bisexual but goes through phases where she's either only looking for men or only looking for women. She's got no idea why she's like this, her brain is just wired like that - can relate!
Kokonoi - Bisexual
Of course he's into men and women, he doesn't have a real preference either. Either is just fine - but he does like them very pretty, long eyelashes and all that jazz. He thinks he's not picky, he totally is. 
Inui - A Lazy Pansexual
Romance takes quite a bit of energy, energy that Inui could be using for other "more productive" things - but also he likes... I dunno, everyone? Like, he genuinely does not care what you identify as, if he's down he's down.
Ran - Straight and promiscuous 
He is, I kid you not, damn near insatiable sexually. Only gets it on with women and has only really had a few real relationships, but he's had more than his fair share of lovers.
Rindou - Demi, Sapio 
Eh, he's not much of a people person if we're being completely honest. Doesn't discriminate against sexes, just doesn't wanna waste his time with meaningless sex. Despite his complicated titles, he's very simple to please and is a fairly easygoing partner.
Senju - Lesbian with Straight Tendencies 
@me if ya want, but Senju is someone who adores female companionship above all when it comes to relationships. She can kiss dudes no problem and has had several crushes but she can't really see a future with them.
You can’t convince me Takemichi isn’t not so secretly Bi
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thetravelingtyper · 8 months ago
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WHAT'S THIS A MASTER LIST? about dang time
Updated 10-1 for Letters From Nowhere
MASTER LIST
enjoy - Ash
Simon Ghost Riley
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Spitfire Series (GN tall American reader x SGR)
Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser
Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)
Comfort Character Pt 1, Part 2, part 3
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On The Same Page! (American, Author Reader x SGR)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14
Wolf! Simon
One and The Same
Part 1
One Shots!
a moment
Misc Posts!
Library AU idea!
Compromising Position ft Soap!
Hypnogogic (Angst)
Saving Johnny! (Slight Angst) Look for parts 1 and 2!
Soft! Simon Headcannons
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
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Letters from Nowhere (CBF! Soap x reader x Simon)
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2
Poly 141!
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Our Shattered Heart (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Part 2.75, Part 3.00, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Headcanons! (just extra content for the universe!)
Part 1,
Labyrinth (1986)
Jareth the Goblin King
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Out From Twisting Pages
After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 26
Robins look of utter rage fills Danny with adrenaline as he puts the petal to the metal to escape the stabby birds vengeance.
Danny wasn't too worried, after all the car he stole was the Batmobile and he was pretty sure Boy Wonder couldn't hurt the car without being grounded or something.
Whatever. He didn't really even plan to keep the car anyway.
He just needed a way to get them to Amity. Sam and a few other kids had gone missing after she lead a protest against the GIW over the anyi-ecto acts and thier treatment of ghosts and Tucker disappeared a few days later after he got back hacked while trying to find where they took her.
Danny wasn't stupid enough to go in as either Fenton or Ancients forbid, Phantom so he needed help. Unfortunately his track record for asking for help usually ended with him being talked over, talked down to, ridiculed, ignored, ect. So naturally he had to take things into his own hands as usual.
Thus stealing the Batmobile and doing the metaphorical equivalent or hitting a bat flavored hornets nest with a stick and hoping he doesn't die the rest of the way.
He is from the Midwest and this situation was awkward enough to activate his hospitality instincts so he offers to take music requests over the com lines (much to Red Robins bafflement). They of course have noticed a lack of Oracles involvement by this point and Danny informs them of his heavily modified Amazon fire stick and that he used it to not only knock Oracle out of the game -mostly to keep her from hacking into the batmobile and giving him a one way ticket to juvie- but also give him what was pretty much an hologram version of an instruction booklet for the fancy car hes driving.
Yeah, he doesn't know any of the bypass or security codes, but now he doesn't have to wonder that all the buttons do...and if they'll eject him.
Eventually they make it out of Gotham, the bats are miffed and tired. The sun is coming up and the fuzzy fighters break off to return to thier city.
They're likely going to use the trackers in the vehicle to find it once Danny parks so they don't end up chasing him all over the continent.
Good. All according to plan.
Except he waits a day after returning to Amity and hiding the car.
Then two.
Then four pass by without so much as a wing beat.
After five days Danny decides he can't wait anymore and goes back to Gotham to steal more bat themed items. That jet looked rather nice...
In the meantime the bats are flummoxed as to why they can't find this kid
Turns out large amounts of ecto radiation renders most tracking useless. Who knew?
Eventually Danny has a whole collection of expensive bat things and he, on the verge of a breakdown, drives back to Gotham in the GAV (bear in mind hes 14 and has no license throughout all of this) uses the GAV to kidnap Bruce Wayne. He apologizes profusely but explains the situation and that he really needs Batmans help but he seems to be refusing to get involved. So naturally he has to kidnap his sugar daddy to force his hand.
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