#one of my favorite things for men to be doing after all

[specialgradefckr]

Satoru Gojo who thinks you're only with him for the money.

He's pretty insufferable, after all. And a shitty boyfriend to boot - always bailing on dates, showing up at weird times, telling you vague stories about his work that don't make sense.

Honestly he's surprised you've stuck around this long.

That you still read every message he spams you when he's bored and lonely fighting special grade curses.

(after all, he always has to go on those missions alone. there's no one who can go with him.)

You still text him back. Open the door to let him in. Smile when you see him, like it's the very first time and he can tell you're just so star-struck by his eyes as he tugs down his blindfold with a grin, "Do I look blind to you?" "Blindingly handsome!"

He'd laughed at that. You're shocked by his appearance, but you're earnest, and so obviously smitten, and he loves a woman with a little humor.

Satoru Gojo who didn't expect you to text him back after the first night, but you did.

cutie pie: omg, those look so good! what flavor? satoru: my favorite, the edamame and cream~ cutie pie: bring some for me next time you visit <3 i'll feed them to you ;)

On a lesser man, that might have sounded presumptuous. To Satoru, it's the perfect come-on. Casual, flirty, and easy to do - all the makings of a great hookup.

He hadn't expected to spend half the night on his knees like a dog, licking at your fingers. Watering over a thumb pressed down against his tongue while you drooled your mochi-sweet saliva straight into his open mouth.

Unexpected, but amazing! Satoru knew then that you were going to be a treat worth savoring.

It was just a shame that he could only enjoy you for one night.

Not even that much, really. He'd been called away in bed; one arm wrapped around your darling naked form, holding you pressed against him.

Left while you were asleep without a word. He'd texted you on the way, a blase little "sowwyyyyy smth came up! u were gr8 last night." and no real expectations of a return.

If you were (reasonably) upset with him, he'd block you - his one act of kindness to a woman he couldn't treat right.

Instead he gets "thanks! you weren't so bad yourself haha" and your enthusiasm is obviously a bit defused, but he can work with this.

He lays it out to you, next chance he gets. Tries to text you often enough to make sure you don't think he's ghosted you.

"I know this might sound like the kind of thing married men say," He says with a big, sardonic smile, "But I have a very demanding job. I don't have time for a relationship. And for personal reasons, I can't agree to be exclusive, either."

There's a look you give him that makes him wonder what exactly you think of his job. Satoru vaguely wonders if you think he's a sex worker.

He hopes you try to find him on porn websites later. Maybe he should film himself jerking off real quick sometime so you can watch it.

"That makes sense," Is what you say, instead of any of the ridiculous thinks he'd imagined.

You don't seem thrilled about it, but you don't look immeasurably disappointed, either. You're a smart girl. You'd probably already figured he couldn't commit.

"But!" He chirps, "I am very very interested in seeing you again. Multiple agains. And I'd like to come to an arrangement that makes that easier for you, since my schedule is so tight..."

For a moment, you stay quiet, and Satoru wonders if he should just offer you cash upfront. But you're receptive, and things go well.

Worryingly well, to be honest. What type of girl are you, exactly? Naughty thing. Get money from a lot of men, do you?

You laugh when he tries to bring it up in bed, "You're one to talk, Mr. can't-promise-exclusivity," you tease, running a hand through his hair while you smile at him.

He likes it when you do that. He likes a lot of things you do.

The real wonder is - although he is absolutely spectacular in bed of course - how much do you like it?

The whole relationship has to happen on his shitty, inconsistent schedule. He can't commit to a relationship or tell you about his job - you're better off that way. Even if you don't know.

Satoru Gojo who pretends to go on dates with other girls sometimes just so that no one watching him thinks he's serious about you. He can't have the Higher Ups thinking of you as a tool to use against him.

He can't even offer you exclusivity. Even if he wants to. Even if he struggles to get it up with those girls - his heart just isn't it in - when he's making sure everyone who's watching him knows you're just one of several people he's having sex with.

After all, the only thing that could be worse than people thinking you were the strongest sorcerer's weakness, was if they thought you might be pregnant with the strongest sorcerer's child.

But if he's fucking around, if he's the whore his so-called superiors make him out to be - then you're safe. Just another girl.

And god, does he take advantage of it.

Texting you late at night. Early in the morning. Times don't mean a lot to him these days.

The most sleep he ever gets is the rare night he spends with you, maybe once or twice a month, five hours in your arms before he pulls himself away and slinks out of bed while you're still asleep like a guilty dog.

He doesn't deserve your warmth or your bed. But he'll take it while you're offering. Eat it all up and beg shamelessly for seconds.

He makes up for it with money, or tries to. Leaves you treats and sweets and other gifts. Spam texts you and facetimes you constantly - when he can.

To be perfectly honest, he's kind of expecting to be dumped any day. He'll take whatever he can get.

If paying your rent or buying you a house makes you feel guilty enough to stay a few days longer with him, that's a good use of his money.

He arranges for you to receive an offer for a remote job, something flexible that will let you meet him whenever he comes calling.

His gifts get more lavish. He's always generous in bed, makes sure you have a good time.

He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Sometimes he just stares at you when you're asleep. It feels like a waste to spend his precious few hours with you sleeping.

Look at you. All peaceful in his arms. Cuddling up to him.

He can admit, in the dead of night, with no witnesses but himself; the sight makes his heart tug.

If he could, he'd stay. Wake up next to you in the morning. Make breakfast, flirt, joke, maybe even take a little ~morning shower~ and have some fun in there.

It's so clear in his head. How you'd joke back. Smile and giggle and playfully bump against him. Give him a little kiss, a little hug before he leaves for work.

You would kiss his forehead when he got migraines. Hug him when he talks about his difficulties at work.

Your soft smile, your warm lips, your tight hug. It's all so vivid in his head. How you'd look in the morning light, staring at him while you think he's asleep.

Would you stare? What would show on your face, then?

He tries, very hard, not to imagine what your face must look like when you wake up alone every time you sleep with him.

What you think about when he's not there.

Do you wonder if he's with other women? Do you see his flirty texts - "sorry kitten daddy's gotta work late" "babygirl you're not my dad, he goes to bed at 9." - and wonder if he's said that to a hundred other girls?

Because he has. And that's what hurts, really. He could message a hundred girls and get a hundred vapid responses, all those notifications could build up in his phone and he wouldn't care.

But when it's you messaging him?

When you tell him about your day, or text him a picture, or pick up on the rare phone call he gets to make - Satoru's heart skips a beat.

What about you? He thinks about you checking your phone constantly to see anything from him, and it hurts.

You don't show any unhappiness about the arrangement. Every gift, every little arrangement or donation he makes, you accept it all with grace. Everything money can buy is yours, he makes that clear.

As long as you're with him, he'll spoil you rotten. And you were starstruck in the beginning, he could tell.

Expensive hotels, exclusive restaurants. First class flights everywhere, even a private jet if you want it. He brings you custom made jewelry worth more than people make in a year, pulls it out of his pocket and clasps it around your wrist like a passing trinket.

You get used to the constant spa days, the shopping trips. Ordering food for every meal. Living in a city center in a beautiful penthouse with brilliant fixtures. And you're happy like that. At least you look like you are.

But every time he sees you, you're with him. He can't tell if you miss him, if you're sad when he's not there.

He... he sort of doesn't want to know.

Satoru Gojo who loves you. And he hopes to god you don't love him back.

After all, if you did, then you'd want things from him he can't give. Shouldn't give.

But if all you love is his money? He's got tons of it. You can have as much as you want. He can make you happy. He can buy the love he can't afford to earn. He'll never run out of funds.

As long as it's only his money you love, he can have you forever.

[beanietopia]

your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon. 

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare. 

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments. 

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

@gojoscinnamonroll @webism @yemmuis @xxsapphirescrollsxx

[pineconepie]

Since option 1 won the poll results, here you go!! <3 two yandere dads and their kiddo who is back after a long abduction! Will write a part 2 eventually if anyone wants to see that.

TW: Past mentioned kidnapping, implied child abuse (not by the yandads), infantilization, hospitals

...

Several years went by since your disappearance, and both parents handle it differently.

For the first few years, Cullen began drinking more regularly and destroying his own things in anger. He took his pain out on everything he could except for August. If he weren't being self-destructive, he was driving all around town, including your favorite places, just to have even the tiniest hope of seeing you again. Even with the odds against him, he didn't stop.

August, on the other hand, went practically catatonic as his heart shattered inside of him. Everything reminded him of you in some way. If he were at the grocery store, he would remember your favorite snacks. At home, he remembered the times you'd bake together or make dinner together.

Years passed. You'd be an adult by now. It broke both of their hearts to dwell on the fact its been so long. Would you remember them? What if...

That was the worst part to dwell on. The possibility you may never be found again. Each time someone even suggested such a horrible idea, Cullen would get thrown into a rage, while August would break down crying.

Even though, eventually, life went on normally, there was a void that remained where you used to be.

August blamed himself for it all. For just one second he was distracted when taking you out of the car to go shopping, and then...

You were gone.

But just an hour ago, an officer had shown up on their doorstep and revealed to them that you'd been found and rescued from your captors. Their elated screams of joy and sobs could surely be heard by their neighbors. Even before the officer finished their explanation, both husbands hugged each other tightly, laughing as they cried in each others arms.

And now they're rushing to the front desk of the hospital where you were taken for examination and recovery.

"Where is our child?!" August cries. "(Y/n) Zimmerman!"

The nurse at the desk looks between the two, then over to the police officers who guided them through the door. Upon seeing the men nodding in confirmation, she opens something up on her computer. "Room 618," she says. "Elevators are right around the corner."

"Thank you," Cullen quickly responds. He then tugs his husband along before he bursts into tears again.

The elevator ride is painfully long, or at least that's how it felt to August and Cullen.

When the doors open, they race out of them, looking for the sign indicating where your room is. The numbers pass by quicker than they do until they stop right outside Room 618. They're breathing heavy and quick, full of nerves and excitement.

They open the door, too happy to even consider knocking.

Cullen gasps quietly upon seeing you awake, sitting on the bed with blankets over your legs and a tray of food next to you. You look up and watch the two men approach you.

August can barely contain himself, crying loudly as he walks forward. "My sweet baby!" he wails, moving to cup your face, kissing you on the forehead over and over again. It overwhelms you, but he's too emotional to notice. "I missed you so much, never leave us again...!" he cries into your hair.

"Honey," Cullen chuckles lightly, pulling his sobbing husband back by the shoulders. "Give them space." His smile turns towards you, his eyes watering with held back tears. "Do you remember us, baby? We're your dads." His voice breaks on the last few words.

You take a moment to assess your fathers.

The one who was just sobbing all over you a moment ago, has long auburn hair tied up in a loose bun with a couple strands falling from it. He has blue eyes and is slightly taller than the man who had pulled him away.

Speaking of, the other man has mid-length black hair and brown eyes, with a tiny bit of facial hair if you squint. While both seem happy to see you, he seems a bit more composed and calm, even with the tears staining his cheeks.

Hesitantly, you shake your head no, watching as August breaks down further as Cullen rubs his arm to soothe him.

"But—!"

"(Y/n)'s been through enough today," Cullen reminds his partner gently. "We should give them some space."

"But I want my baby!" August continues to sob. "After all these years!"

"I know, hon, me too." Cullen kisses August on the cheek. He then looks at you. "Your papa and I missed you so much. It's going to take a lot of time getting used to everything. But don't worry," Cullen says. "We will be by your side the entire time."

August sits on the edge of the bed and grabs hold of your hand, kissing it several times. "I've missed you so much," he repeats. He holds onto your hand as though he believes you'll be taken away again if he lets go.

Cullen wipes his own tears. "I'm gonna talk to the police and doctors." He gives you an encouraging smile. "Don't worry about anything. Papa and Dad have everything covered."

August nods, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. As soon as Cullen leaves, he says, "Let me help you eat, alright?" Without waiting for you to respond, he reaches for your spoon. When he sees your eyebrows furrow, he smiles sadly at you. "Please, darling? Let me baby you a little after being away from you for so long."

Something in you just couldn't bring yourself to refuse his plea.

...

Several days pass.

August refuses to let go of you for long periods of time, holding your hand as you both walk through the hospital halls, feeding you when you get sleepy during your meals, and constantly keeping you within his grasp.

Cullen isn't much better. He's more subtle, but still tends to crowd around you. He just tries to be more subtle about it compared to his husband.

When you're finally discharged from the hospital, both parents keep you between them as they lead you to their car. Your arms are hooked in theirs as August gushes over you.

"When we get home, I can cook you any food you want!" he grins. "And—and we ordered you a new bed, since your old one is too small. I think all your new furniture should arrive in a day or two." His voice trembles, giving away how hard he's trying to keep himself together. "But while we wait, you'll sleep between Papa and I! We don't want to let you out of our sights yet."

"Or ever," Cullen mutters.

It causes you to shiver, but you brush it off. After so many years of being captive, why wouldn't your parents be clingy?

Even though they're already starting to feel like captors themselves...

As soon as you step foot inside of the home, August and Cullen lead you around, pointing out where everything is as you go.

"And this," August sings as he opens the door to your bedroom, "is your room!"

Despite never seeing it before, it looks familiar to you. Perhaps from pictures shown to you during your hospital stay.

The walls are painted soft lavender with a white accent wall. The plush rug by the small bed matches the wall color, and has frilled edges. The curtains covering the window next to your bed are white with faint purple polka dots on them.

Everything about this room looked beautiful, but childish. Which makes sense. You were a child since the last time you used this room.

"We kept everything the same," Cullen explains. "Your favorite stuffed animals are still sitting on your dresser, and—here—" he pulls you towards your bookshelf, "—all of your favorite books!" he exclaims. He pulls out a worn copy of he Rainbow Fish and offers it to you.

You can tell it's well loved from just looking at its spine and pages.

"This one was your absolute favorite," August informs you as you carefully take it in your hands. "Whenever we finished reading it to you at bedtime, you would always cry, begging us to read just one more time."

"Not just for that book," Cullen interjects. "For any of the ones in this row," he adds, tapping on a section of books.

"I can't wait to read to you again," August sniffles. He's cried so many times, you're wondering how he can possibly have more tears left to shed.

"Now now, dear," Cullen says softly, pulling him close to kiss his temple. "No more tears. We have our baby back now." He then turns his attention back to you. "Isn't that right, kiddo?" he grins.

You wordlessly nod and hand the book back to him.

"How about some cartoons while Papa and I fix dinner? A movie?"

"I'd rather sleep," you inform them. Both parents visibly deflate at your words, and you feel a little bad. "...or maybe a quiet dinner would be nice."

August's mood brightens a little upon hearing you say such a thing. "Yes, yes," he chants in agreement, nodding. "Dinner with my beautiful family... Nothing could be better right now." He gives Cullen a tender smile.

"That sounds wonderful," Cullen agrees. "Oh, and I'll give you some of my clothes until your new ones arrive, okay?"

Before you can ask what he means, he goes to his and August's bedroom and returns with some pajama pants and a t-shirt for you.

"Thanks..." You look between them and they get the message.

"We'll be downstairs while you change," Cullen answers. "Do you need any help?"

"No, I've got it," you insist, prompting both parents to leave your room.

They shut the door behind them, but you don't hear their footsteps descend the stairs. Did they simply want to give you the illusion of privacy?

Still, you're free to change, you suppose.

After dressing in Cullen's clothing, you open your bedroom door. On the other side stands your parents.

"All ready?" Cullen asks.

August is beaming once more at the sight of you. "Oh, darling, you're absolutely adorable!" he cries. He hugs you tightly, squishing you against him and rocking you both gently. You blush, unsure what to make of his praise. Forcing an awkward smile, you try hugging him back. Immediately, he kisses the top of your head. "My sweet baby, oh, Papa loves you so much!"

Cullen ruffles your hair. "We both love you very much."

The rest of dinner is awkward for you. Even though they let you feed yourself this time, you can see them staring, like they're prepared to witness you choke just so they can come to your aid.

Once the meal is done and over with, they set you up on the couch with plenty of blankets and pillows. It feels so soft against your skin that you're already fighting sleepiness. As you adjust in your spot on the couch, the TV begins to play old cartoons—all nostalgic.

There's no doubt your dads chose those programs on purpose.

Eventually, August and Cullen join you. One sits on either side of you.

Before the first episode of the show ends, you feel August's fingers start to massage your scalp, trying to lull you into slumber.

You subconsciously shift your position, so your head is against Cullen's shoulder.

His body stiffens, and when you turn your head to look up at him, you see unshed tears in his eyes. He wraps an arm around you to pull you closer before you can even question it.

"G'night," you mumble, already half-asleep.

"Sleep well, baby," August coos, after Cullen kisses your forehead. "We love you so, so much."

[irefy]

My favorite parts of the Odyssey (and things I took note of while reading):

Telemachus not understanding Penelope’s grief over Odysseus

Telemachus being So Done with the Suitors

Athena calling Odysseus her “old friend” twice while in disguise.

Athena disguising herself exclusively as Odysseus’ friends when appearing to Telemachus.

Athena’s utter disdain for Calypso. (It’s really funny, actually. She does just seem to hate her.)

Nestor (WHY IS THIS BITCH STILL ALIVE HE WAS OLD DURING THE TROJAN WAR AND ITS BEEN TEN FUCKING YEARS.)

Nestor being asked for news of Odysseus and admitting he doesn’t know anything, then immediately going on a rant about his own journey home.

Nestor having EVEN MORE SONS. WTF. WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM.

Nestor saying he’s never seen a god more openly fond of anyone than Athena is of Odysseus.

SERIOUSLY HOW OLD IS NESTOR???? ITS SAID HES RULED FOR THREE GENERATIONS.

Menelaus going to Egypt and getting even more rich right after Troy, while Agamemnon was murdered in his own house.

Everyone bursting into tears over dinner when talking about Odysseus

Menelaus disguising himself as a seal.

The seal skins that they used for said disguise smelled so bad the goddess who was helping him put ambrosia under his nose

The old man of the sea saying he shouldn’t tell Menelaus who got home alright and then proceeding to tell him every little detail.

The first time we see Odysseus, he’s on Calypso’s island crying “as usual.”

The return of “What are you talking about?” Still laughing my ass off about this btw.

Nausica seeing a dirty, scruffy, naked man (he was wearing a branch but that doesn’t count) come out of a bush and getting annoyed at her maidens for being afraid.

Athena making Odysseus look young and hot to the maidens and Nausica. I don’t know why. She really didn’t have to.

Athena making Odysseus invisible but not telling him, so when he goes up to the phaeacian queen and Athena makes him visible again everyone is confused about where this random, scruffy, homeless looking man came from.

Seriously. They were eating dinner and then suddenly a guy was just there.

King Alcinous wonders if Odysseus is a god, and Odysseus is very confused about why he would think this.

One guess why he would think this.

Alcinous, after knowing Odysseus for like. A few hours. Asks him to stay and marry his daughter. He doesn’t even know his name.

Hermes telling Odysseus that he has to be careful or Circe will “unman” him

The men transforming back from pigs and being younger and hotter than before. Again. Why.

Them getting really emotional and crying with thanks for Odysseus saving them (seriously everyone is crying all the time. They all cried earlier too)

The sight is so pathetic that Circe, the notorious man hating goddess, takes pity and invites the whole crew to her palace.

Eurylochus spreading doubt and immediately folding at the expression on Odysseus’ face

Circe getting annoyed with all the crying and basically telling Odysseus to tell them to shut up.

Elpenor. Need I say more?

Oh my god they’re all crying again.

Ajax being a sore loser

Elpenor got a funeral!!! Yay!!!

EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME???!!!!??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CATTLE MADE NOISE WHILE THEY WERE BEING COOKED????? IMAGINE YOUR STEAK JUST MOOS AT YOU. THATS NIGHTMARE FUEL.

Odysseus falling asleep immediately after getting onto the Phaeacian ship. What a mood.

Odysseus condemning liars while actively lying to Eumaeus.

Odysseus condemning liars while actively lying to Eumaeus and immediately after making up a story in which he meets himself.

Odysseus pounding on his chest and yelling at his heart to stop beating so fast.

His heart listens.

Theoclymenus immediately getting Murder Vibes from Telemachus and Odysseus and deciding to nope out

Telemachus defending Penelope from the suitors by saying her praises. I thought it was actually really sweet, because a majority of the time he was kind of rude to her. Shows he really did care and didn’t want to force her into anything against her will, despite the way he sometimes talked to her.

Odysseus stringing his bow and shooting through the axes (iconic)

Odysseus IMMEDIATELY AFTER stripping. He shoots Antinous naked. Everything out there. Telemachus must have wished he didn’t have eyes.

Penelope and Telemachus’ arcs (swapping viewpoints on Odysseus’ possible return.)

Athena holding off dawn so that Odysseus and Penelope could have lots of sex.

Odysseus and Penelope’s entire reunion

ODYSSEUS TREATING THEIR STRUGGLES AS EQUAL. YES.

ODYSSEUS TREATING PENELOPE AS HIS EQUAL WHEN EVERYONE ELSE UNDERESTIMATES HER.

Odysseus visiting his father and instead of telling him who he is immediately he decides to play a silly little game.

And by that I mean he makes up a random story on the spot when he doesn’t recognize him.

Laertes, used to the antics, doesn’t question this.

When Athena stops the fighting between the suitors families and Odysseus, and the suitor’s families begin to retreat, Odysseus chases them.

Zeus sends a lightning bolt to tell him to stop.

[cutiepieloves131]

Vedic Observations #3

✶⋆.˚ Rohini, Mrigashira, Ashlesha, and Uttara Bhadrapada are very prominent in dancers. They tend to be flexible, fluidity, and hypnotizing type of dancers and I've also noticed that a lot of them can do flips and tricks. It all makes sense since they're all connected to snakes. 🐍

✶⋆.˚ I absolutely love and adore Bharani women so damn much, they're so motherly and protective! My mother is a Bharani Sun and she's highly respected by those close to her and people, even men tried to get with her including past partners. Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy VII a Bharani Sun, is a prime example of what I'm talking about. (She's my favorite character and to my mom too!)

✶⋆.˚ The nakshatras that's the most sexualized in society and in the world are Rohini, Bharani, Ashlesha, Purva Phalguni, and Purva Ashadha. The opposite sex tends be obsessed or lust over their looks, body, and appeal. For example Lugi Mangione whose a Bharani Sun and Purva Phalguni moon is accused of shooting the CEO of UnitedHealthcare has been going viral since 2024 because of his attractiveness and several of Luigi's fans are even going as far to leak his nudes.

✶⋆.˚ When it comes to Martial Arts, you'll mostly see a lot of Martial Artists have Krittika, Rohini, Ardra, Pushya, Ashlesha, Vishakha, Anuradha, Jyestha, Mula, Shatabhisha, and Purva Bhadrapada in their big three.

✶⋆.˚ I calculated the birth charts of 24 popular fashion designers and the four nakshatras that tied 1st for Sun, Moon, and Ascendant was Shatabhisha, Rohini, Ashlesha, and Bharani.

✶⋆.˚ Chitras are candidly one of the most fashionable nakshatras out of the bunch. They're very good at detail and knows what goes together or not. It's not surprising that a ton of fashion designers have Chitra in the three, big six, along with Rahu and Ketu. These are the kings and queens of designing.

✶⋆.˚ Dhanistha natives are not only famous but also trendsetters too! Even after their death they still remain memorable and talked about all around the world, *ahem* Marilyn Monroe a Dhanistha moon. They really are iconic stars and beauties, Dhanistha men and women are the definition of walking celebrities even if they're regular people others will see them as someone to be admired.

✶⋆.˚ Rohini is the epitome of beauty and magnetism. This is truly one captivating star, these natives are so beautiful and effortlessly seductive. They naturally attract attention from everyone and have people simping over them all the time. Rohinis are always chosen for things and tend to be exceptionally popular among masses for their sex appeal, charm, and enchanting looks. (Also Spellbinding Eyes! 👀✨️)

✶⋆.˚ Moon ruled nakshatras (Rohini, Hasta, and Shravana) posses a natural talent in gathering everyone together just like the Moon itself, it's mesmerizing glow attracts billions with ease. Millions of individuals easily looks up and admires them to a large amount that it can cause cult like followings, they have a massive influence over the masses and this can lead to big time fame.

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Falling Slowly | Kang Dae-sung

Summary: You and Daesung have been best friends for years. When you finally get the chance to see him again, you realize you like him as more than a friend.  Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: None! Author’s Note: I’m still not super confident in writing for Daesung, but we need more of him in the tags, so expect many many more fics to come.

Watching Daesung on stage had always been one of your favorite things, so when he asked you to go to Youngbae’s show because he had a small set, you’d jumped at the chance to go. You had met Daesung when you were both recruits and had bonded right away, having similar personalities. You’d ended up being a dancer for Bigbang for many years, something you’d suspected Daesung had requested, as you two had always ended up paired up whenever an opportunity had presented itself. 

He was your best friend and you missed working with him more than anything, but as life tended to do - your careers had led you further apart in recent years. You still made time to hang out when you both could, but it was rare for you to both be in the same city for very long. You’d made sure to clear your schedule for tonight, though. You’d already kicked yourself for not being there in person for MAMA, having been halfway across the world that night. 

You were currently standing backstage, smashed in between Youngbae and Jiyong as you all watched on the monitor while Daesung showed off his nail. Jiyong let out a chuckle, and you looked over at him. It was cute how proud he still was of Daesung after all these years, he’d always be an older brother to your best friend.

“I put that nail on him!” Jiyong beamed proudly and Youngbae shook his head at him before wandering off. 

“He looks so cute.” You grinned. Jiyong raised a brow at you and you looked up at him. “What?”

“Are you ever going to tell him how you feel about him?” 

“Am I that obvious?” Jiyong nodded his head. “Yeah. Okay. I don’t know, Ji. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“You should tell him. I’m going to miss my set. I’ll catch you after.” Jiyong walked off leaving you alone at the monitor.

You watched proudly as Daesung teased all the things upcoming, sucking in a breath as he announced Jiyong’s tour. Your head turned to your friend who had been putting his jacket on and stopped, head swiveling to the stage. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head at Daesung before finishing up his look. That was….strange. Jiyong loved the element of surprise and Daesung had spoiled it. Ten years ago he would’ve been so upset about that and now he was laughing? What was happening with these men?

You moved from the monitor to stand by Jiyong as Daesung finished up his set, wanting to be the first person he saw once he came backstage. You waved a quick goodbye to Jiyong as he moved to get into position for POWER, slipping away before Daesung could see him. He grinned at you as soon as he saw you, walking over to and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You’re here!” He grinned into your hair as you hugged him back just as tightly.

“Of course I am. A little late, but I didn’t miss a single second of you.” 

He pulled back to look at you, a genuine smile on his face. Daesung knew he’d messed up on stage, blurting out about Jiyong’s tour without thinking but none of that mattered now, not that you were here. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen you and it had been driving him crazy. He had been two seconds away from inviting you on his show just so he’d have a few hours to sit down with you, but when Youngbae had the idea for him and Jiyong to come to a few dates of his tour he had to invite you.

Luck had won out when you’d agreed to come and Daesung had practically jumped from his couch when he’d received your text. He moved to put his arm around your shoulder, leading you just far enough away from the stage to actually be able to talk to you, but not far enough away that he’d miss his cue in a few minutes. 

“It’s so good to see you.” You looked up at him, heart racing at how close he was too.

Maybe Jiyong was right and you should tell him how you feel, but maybe he wasn’t. You couldn’t lose Daesung and if that meant keeping him as your friend, then you’d find a way to be fine with that. You’d get over him one day, right? 

“Yeah, can you stop being so busy? I miss you, Aein.” His voice was soft but he squeezed you a bit tighter to his side as if letting you go would be the most painful thing in the world.

“I miss you too.” Your heart raced at the use of the word Aein, even if you knew it meant nothing. 

“You think Jiyong’s going to kill me after the show?” You laughed at his dramatics but nodded your head anyway.

“Yeah, you’re a goner. Good thing you got to see me before your untimely demise.” 

“You should know something, if this is truly the last moments of my life, then.” He turned to face you and you raised a brow at him. “I’m in love with you.” 

You blinked at his words, the world around you coming to a halt. That was the last thing you’d ever expected him to say. And damn it, you’d wanted to be first.

“I’m in love with you too.” Daesung grinned before his lips were on yours in a passionate - if not rushed - kiss. Your hands snaked up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you, standing up on your tiptoes to meet his height. Almost as soon as the kiss started he was pulling away, his forehead resting on yours. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” 

He ran towards the stage, getting into position before turning back around to wink at you. You rolled your eyes, moving back to where you’d been waiting for him earlier. You needed a good view of the stage. Once the set was over, Daesung came bouncing back over to you, greeting you with a quick kiss. As you pulled away you noticed Jiyong’s surprised face and shrugged before following them back to the sitting room.

“Daesung.” Jiyong’s voice rang out as the door closed behind him. Daesung looked at you, panic in his eyes before turning to face his friend. “You did good.” He moved across the room, pulling his friend into a hug.

“I…did?” Confusion evident in his voice, causing Jiyong to laugh.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about anything.” He slapped Daesung on the back before moving away. 

“Look at that, I didn’t die!” Daesung turned to you, a grin on his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly before lifting you off the ground, twirling you around. 

He was always one for theatrics, truly the man was in the wrong profession and you squealed as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on for dear life. Though, if he dropped you, you’d never let him live it down. You had a tour of your own to get back too. You swallowed the lump in your throat at the thought of leaving him now. Of course, you’d finally gotten the man of your dreams and you weren’t even going to be able to relish in it. As if sensing your mood change, Daesung stopped spinning and placed you on the ground. His arms resting on your shoulders as he studded your face.

“You want to get out of here?” He whispered and you nodded. He took your hand in his, leading you towards the door. “Bye everyone, my girlfriend and I are leaving.” 

Jiyong and Youngbae waved you both off, unfazed by the new development in your relationship, as if they’d been waiting for you two to get it together for years. The two of you walked out hand in hand of the venue, a comfortable silence falling over you. The realization that you’d have to leave in a few short hours finally hit Daesung, but he wasn’t worried. You were together now, he’d travel to the ends of the world for you if he had to. You’d figure everything out in time, he just knew that now that he had you he was never letting you go.

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Older!Shawn x 20s!Reader NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

aka part two to my other Shawn Michaels NSFW Alphabet

REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shawn doesn't half ass aftercare. He's been around long enough to know fucking hard means that he's got to care for you harder aftrwards. When the adrenaline fades, he's tender. His hands are running slow strokes down your spine. He'll ease his fingers all over you, over any marks that's he's felt on you while pressing loving kisses against you. If you are both feeling lazy, he'll pull you against his chest and then let you rest against the head of his skin, whispering into your hair but he'll get a wet cloth and clean you up, working any tension out of your hips, back or legs. He just wants to make sure your okay before he pulls you to his chest and falls asleep with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obsessed with your legs. Like, of course it's in a sexy way but he also needs to feel them around him at all times. He likes your thighs thick, soft, something that he can grab onto and sink his fingers into when your riding him. Just similarly, he likes how soft your skin is and how it feels under his much rougher hand, dragging over the smooth curve of your waist, the dip of your back, the roundness of your ass. He’ll palm your tits absentmindedly when you’re lying in bed, flicking his thumb over your nipple just to feel you shiver under his touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He finishes hard. Years of stamina, pent-up need make sure of that. He likes it messy, when he sees it drippiing out of your and when he smears it across your skin or dripping onto bed from your spent pussy. If he finishes inside of you, he won't move for a moment just to make your that his cum stays inside of you, loving the way your pussy flutters around him as you come down from your high. He loves watching it leak out, especially when when you spread your legs open as it just means he can push it back in with his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shawn has been around, done things most men only dream of but his dirtiest secret? He wants to ruin you for anyone else.

It’s not just about fucking you, it’s about owning you in a way that lingers. He wants to be the name that flashes through your mind when someone else even tries to touch you. He wants every other man to feel inadequate in comparison, wants you to struggle not to bring him up when another guy asks what you like.

So he fucks you like it’s the last time, every time. He makes sure you feel him even after he’s gone, leaves your legs trembling, your body ruined, your thighs sticky from the mess he made of you. If he’s feeling really possessive, he’ll make you say it; make you tell him that no one else has ever fucked you like this, that no one else could ever come close.

And if you try to be cute? If you tease him, test him, hint that maybe you could find someone else?

He laughs, low and dark, before dragging his cock along your slick entrance, teasing you just to watch you squirm.

"That so, sweetheart? Guess I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to."

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Listen let's be real. He thrived in the wildest era in wrestling. He's done things, seen things and fucked in ways most men wouldn't have been able to dream of. However, there's a difference betwen a man who gets laid and a man who knows how to fuck. Shawnw didn't just do it. He mastered it. Years of learning what makes a body tick, what makes a woman melt underneath him, how to keep her coming back even when she's worn she's done. He knows all the tricks in the book.

Shawn can tell just by looking at you what you need. If you want it slow and deep, he'll take hia time and drag it out making you feel each stroke until you're begging for him. If you want it rough, he'll throw you down, grip your wrists and fuck you hard enough to make you cry. He knows where to touch you and how to angle his hips just right to make you see stars.

And he knows he's good. He watches you struggle to catch your breath and he knows your fucked out so he had the audacity to grin at you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s got the strength, the experience, and the stamina to take you in any way he wants but he has a few different. Missionary but not the slow kind -the one where he's got your legs hooked over his shoulders, your ass slightly lifted so he can drive himself into you at a perfect angle. He likes to see your face, watching your mouth fall open as he rocks into you. Loves the way your tits bounce with every rough snap of his hips, how your fingers reach back and clutch at the sheets or on his arms.

As much as he loves it when you wrap your legs around him, Shawn loves your ass. He loves the shape, the softness, the way it bounces when you ride him. He’ll lean back, hands gripping your hips as he lets you work, encouraging you with breathy groans, watching your body move for him. If you slow down? His hands tighten, he’ll guide you, make sure you take his cock the way he wants. And when you get close? He grabs you, slamming you down onto his cock, his hips meeting yours in brutal, perfect rhythm until you’re both a shaking, panting mess.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not the type to be dead serious the entire time; he likes keeping things light, keeping you on your toes, keeping you blushing.

Before things get heated, he’ll be playful as hell. He’ll pin you down with that smug smirk, nipping at your neck while murmuring something ridiculous like;

"Damn, sweetheart, you looking at me like I’m Sunday dinner. You that hungry for me?"

He loves making you flustered, loves the way you roll your eyes but still react when he runs his hands down your waist, squeezing at your curves.

But when things really get going? That playfulness turns into calculated teasing. There’s always a moment when that teasing, cocky exterior cracks - when your body clenches tight around him, when your nails drag down his back, when you whimper just right—and suddenly, that smug bastard is groaning, gripping you tighter, and losing his rhythm. That’s when the jokes fade, when his teeth clench, when his movements turn desperate and rough, chasing that final, explosive high.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His grooming is effortlessly manly, not overly pristine but not manly. He keeps it neat and tidy, trimmed enough to be clean but he's a grown ass man so he's not shaving himself completely clean. His happy trail is just faint enough that makes you want to follow it towards his thick and heavy cock. If you kiss your way down and run your tongue along it, you'll hear the deepest filthiest groan. You also love that he has facial hair. Enough to leave a faint burn on your thighs when he eats you out, enough to feel deliciously rough when he kisses down your stomach. If you tell him you like it? He just chuckles and murmurs, "That so, baby? Guess I’ll have to keep it for ya."

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He may be a cocky, teasing dominant bastard but he's lethal when it comes to intimacy. He knows how to make you feel cherished AND ruined all at once.

He doesn't just fuck you. He consumes you entirely. He kisses you like he means it. His hands never stop moving you, grabbing your hips, pulling you against him, needing your body and worshipping it just as you need him to. He looks into your eyes; dark with lust and full of something soft and meaningful. But intimacy with Shawn isn’t just about slow, deep strokes and whispered praises. Sometimes, it’s the tiny moments—the little things that make you realize how much he truly cares. The way he cups your face after making you cum hard, when he laughs softly against your neck peppering it with kisses, how even when he's spent, he still holds you against his chest keeping you close, constantly touching you even when he's falling asleep.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is a grown man with a high sex drive and sometimes he does need to take matters into his own hand but often, it's because he's thinking of you. If you aren't there, he'll be leaned back in a chair or against the headboard of your bed fisting his cock slowly as his mind runs over filthy details about you. The way you sound, the way your tight heat clenches around him, the way your breath hitches when he sinks in deep. He strokes himself at that same rhythm, long and slow, groaning under his breath as he pictures you on your knees for him, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominance - Shawn has been in control his whole life, and that doesn’t change in the bedroom. He loves being the one calling the shots, having you completely at his mercy, making you whimper just by tightening his grip on your waist. He pins you down, keeps you where he wants you. If you try and take control, he'll flip you over in seconds and pin your wrists above your head, holding you as he fucks you, making sure you look him in the eyes as he stretches you out so he can see your face twist in pleasure as you feel it.

Praise with Posession - He's possessive. He doesn't just fucks you. He claims you and needs to have you in a way that no one else can have you. He's constantly telling you how good you feel, calling you his girl, his baby and his sweetheart especially when he's balls deep inside of you.

Man handling - He’s got strong hands, calloused from years of wrestling, and he knows how to use them. Loves grabbing, squeezing, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a print. If you’re being a brat, testing his patience? He’ll haul you over his lap and make sure you learn your lesson - one smack for every time you ran your mouth.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Even in his old age, he's still a bit of a thrill seeker who loves the risk of having you in his hands whenever the urge stikes. He loves a good risk—backstage, a dressing room, the backseat of his truck. He lives for the thrill of getting caught, for the way your breath hitches when someone walks by a little too close. But when he has you alone, in private? He savors it, taking his time, making sure you’re left breathless and ruined.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you. The way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, the way your body moves when you’re dancing, the way your ass fills out those tight little shorts. He’s got a thing for you looking all sweet and innocent while he knows exactly what he’s going to do to you later. When your biting your lip, all he can think about how good those lips look around his cock, when you wear his shirts around with absolutely nothing else on or even when you are stretching and don't realise your tits pushing forward, the curve of your ass...you don't realise what your are doing to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Similarly to the 90s headcanons, Shawn is a dominant lover, but he doesn’t entertain actual cruelty. He doesn’t do degradation, not in the serious sense. He’ll tease, call you his dirty little slut, maybe play rough, but he won’t cross into making you feel bad about yourself. He adores your body, every inch of it, and he won’t hear a damn word otherwise.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man could live between your thighs. He loves eating pussy. Loves taking his time relishing it. He’ll spread you open with his thumbs, watching your folds glisten before running his tongue up your slit in one slow, teasing stroke. He’ll suck your clit into his mouth, flick his tongue just right, then hum against your skin, eyes flicking up to watch you arch and whimper. He wants you to come on his face, needs to feel your thighs shaking around his head while he holds you down and keeps going.

And he couldd stay there forever. He loves the aftermath, watching your thighs tremble and your cunt clench and leak because he managed to work you that hard.

Of course, you are more than happy to give him some love too. He loves it messy, loves seeing spit dribble down your chin as you work your mouth down his thick cock. He likes grabbing the back of your head, not forcing, just guiding, groaning deep when he hits the back of your throat. If you keep eye contact? He’s fucking done for.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He loves drawing out the pleasure, keeping you on edge until you’re practically begging him to move faster. But when he’s worked up and when you’ve been teasing him all damn day, brushing up against him, throwing him those little smirks—he’ll ruin you. He’ll bend you over, grip your hips tight, and fuck you with enough force to have the headboard knocking against the wall. His strokes are long and deep, his thrusts rough, filling you up with every stroke.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He may be older but it doesn't mean he's slowed down. If you are out together and there's tension, he'll grab you and pull somewhere secluded. He loves bending you over a table in a empty room at work, yanking your panties to the side and sinking his cock into you. loves having to clamp his hand over your mouth when you get too loud. Quickies with Shawn aren’t lazy, they are usually desperate and full of hunger ready to make a mess out of you before people realise you are gone.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s got a thing for pushing the limit. Not just quickies—full-on someone could catch us at any moment kind of thing. Locker rooms, his car, an empty dressing room, he lives for the thrill, the tension, the knowledge that you’ll have to act normal after. And it’s not just getting caught, he wants people to suspect, to see the way you’re trying not to squirm in your seat, to notice the faint red marks on your thighs from where he held you down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shawn will be honest with you in that he cannot go forever like he did when he was in his 30s but it doesn't mean he's gotten worse with age. Shawn still fucks like a goddamn machine when he wants to. He had just learned to pace himself more; he doesn't rush himself through it anymore and works to make it last this time by slowing down when he feels himself getting close. However, if you want to REALLY push Shawn, you need to say something like "that all you got, old man," and HE WILL suddenly find more energy to make you regret your entire existance.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t need them, but he’s not opposed either.

He’ll use a bullet vibrator while he’s inside you, pressing it against your clit while he thrusts deep, watching the way your body reacts, how you get so tight around him the closer you get to breaking. He lives for overstimulation, making you come so hard you physically can’t take it anymore.

He doesn't use toys for himself. When he jerks off, he doesn't need anything other than his hand and thoughts of how good your tight cunt is around his cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s downright cruel when he wants to be. He thrives on dragging things out, keeping you right on the edge but never letting you tip over until he decides you’ve earned it.Just warm breath ghosting over your slick folds, a barely-there graze of his lips against your inner thigh. He'll ask you to use your words to get what you want than then proceed to make you beg until you do.

When he’s buried inside you, he knows exactly how to make you beg. Slow, deep thrusts, grinding his cock into you without giving you the pace you need. If you start moving your hips to chase friction? He pins you down, grips your waist hard enough to leave bruises, and stills completely.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shawn never holds back from anything, especially when it comes to the volume of his voice. He's got that deep quality to his voice which is all rasp and grit. The first thrust brings out that deep guttual groan that rumbles in his chest. When he's fucking you, he drags his moans out. low, throaty sounds, like he’s savoring how good you feel. And if you clench around him? If you pull him deeper with your legs wrapped tight around his waist? That's when he loses it enitrely, his voice gets breathier, rough as if he's trying to keep control. When he's fucking you hard, his breath comes in fast and sharp between curses and growls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves mirror sex. He wants to see your body react, wants to see how you look when you see the way you tremble and part your mouth with every thrust. He’ll sit back, spread his legs wide, and pull you onto his lap, making you ride him while facing the mirror. His hands will be everywhere, palming your tits, sliding down to your swollen clit, gripping your hips to force you to take him deeper.

"See that, sweetheart? That’s mine. That little pussy? That fuckin’ body? All mine."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, heavy and with a slight curve to hit that spot inside of you every time. He's defiantely got some weight so that when he stretches you, there's a nice burn. You feel every single inch and every single vein when she's inside ot you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's got a high sex drive but it's in a controlled way. He doesn't get desperate - he gets hungry. He watches you like a man being straved of food.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Afterward? He’s spent, but he doesn’t let go. He tucks you against his chest, one arm slung over your waist, his body a warm, solid weight behind you. If he’s feeling affectionate, he’ll run his fingers along your back, soothing you into sleep. Even in his exhaustion, his touch lingers, as if he just can’t stop touching you.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii aerie, how are you?

could i ask for my usual dealer's choice between arson, mafia and angel Neil this week, please? whichever is being the nicest or got the least requests : )

thank you!! have a great week <33

WIP Wednesday (3/12) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 287)

Since he got home from Kevin and Co., the card they all signed has been hanging up on his refrigerator by the note 10 had left in that gift basket last month. It's backward now, because Andrew got fed up with those stupid smug reindeer on the front. They seemed to mock his every move, the fuckers. It's too soon to ask 10 to meet up again, Andrew thinks. The man is a fucking recluse and likely needs a little while to recharge. Andrew does too, if he's honest.

Especially considering Jean's little 'get some on us' comment.

Not that he doesn't want to fuck 10. But he's never been so interested in someone and he doesn't think relying on 10's stupid exy fixation to get into his pants is exactly the start of a great romance. For fuck's sake, they've met in person once. Not that that's a real problem for Andrew, he's gotten on his knees for men he's known for minutes. But those were all horrendously casual, one-sided hook ups. 10 is something Andrew... would like to keep. And he's apparently the first person 10's ever been attracted to, if he was telling the truth. How insane is that?

Now Andrew's not stupid, he knows he can look downright decent when he puts an effort in. That's how he's landed those previously mentioned hook ups after all. But 10 actually... knows him. And likes him anyway? It's fascinating. It's also hard to understand.

So Andrew sits on the card for a few days.

The two of them keep up with their daily texts and calls in the meantime. Four days after their impromptu date, 10 asks if they can try the video chat function on his new phone so Andrew calls him and 10 shows off his hotel room. It's a lot nicer than Andrew thought it would be. Evidently he'd been picturing the arsonist in a rundown shack this entire time. But he has a bed and a chair, a small hoard of shelf stable snacks, and a large TV— optimal for exy viewing.

"You got a coloring book." Andrew comments when the camera spans the desk.

"Yeah. I haven't really done anything with it yet," 10 says, as the camera settles back on his face. "I've been playing a lot of phone games since I set this thing up. Did you know there's like a million of them?"

"Yes. What's your favorite?" Andrew asks, making 10 purse his lips and look off to the side as if trying to remember.

"Uh, I like the fruit cutting one. And the one where you have to run away from monkeys."

"Fruit Ninja and Temple Run."

"Yeah, sounds right."

"I should've guessed you'd like the running game." Andrew says, making 10 roll his eyes.

"You also have to turn and jump and dodge. It's fun. Do you play it?"

"I'm more of a Sudoku sort of man." Andrew tells him. "Sometimes Candy Crush. When I want to waste precious hours of my existence.”

"I should've guessed you'd like the candy game."

"Shut up."

"Make me." 10 dares with a roguish grin. His eyes glance down and Andrew licks his lips. Oh, he would love to make 10 shut up.

"Do you want to do something tomorrow?" Andrew asks foolishly. At 10's puzzled look, he sighs. "I mean, would you like to meet up somewhere? Maybe you could try and convince me to kiss you again.”

10 swallows and nods. "Yes. Please."

"Don't say that word to me." Andrew tells him. 10 considers that demand for a moment, then he nods.

"Okay. Yes, I want to. Where? When? What do I wear? Is anything even open tomorrow?" 10 asks.

"Why wouldn't— Oh fuck." Andrew curses. Freaking Christmas is tomorrow. He knows the Magnolia will be closed, they had a sign up announcing such the other day. The movies might be open... But Andrew is not a teenager, the idea of shoving his tongue down a man's throat in the back row is not appealing to him in the slightest. He supposes he could invite 10 over... No. Definitely not. Not yet.

"You could—" 10 cuts himself off. "Never mind. Um. I don't think it's a good idea for you to come here. Yet."

"Agreed." Andrew wracks his brain for a moment. They could get a room at a different hotel to hang out in, but that would bring a lot of expectations. If it weren't for the holiday they could meet up at one of the big box stores in town and walk around together— that's something Aaron used to do with his girlfriends in high school. (So romantic.) Andrew scribbles that off his list. Hm, while Aaron was off doing stupid shit like that, Andrew was... Aha! "Alright, I know a place. But... It's not exactly the Ritz."

"I've lived in a Toyota, Andrew. I don't need the Ritz." 10 says, a fierce look in his eyes. Andrew feels the heat of it even here. He gives 10 directions to his high school haunt, watching as the arsonist scribbles them down on his room's memo pad.

"And then you just drive until you see it. It'll be on the right." Andrew tells him. 10 nods as he writes. "You got that?"

10 reads back the directions and nods again. "Got it."

"I'll be there at two o'clock. Just a warning, I will be coming off a shift at the station."

"I know."

"Stalker. Stop having my schedule memorized."

"No. Go fix your lock." 10 counters.

"What?"

"Your chain isn't done up." 10 tells him, making Andrew turn his head to look toward the front door. 10's right.

"That isn't usually a problem."

10 rolls his eyes. "Fine, get home-invaded and axe-murdered."

"I doubt any axe-murderers are lurking in my building."

"Never know. They're more common than you think."

[j0kers-light]

Choices part Three

Finally the last choices chapter because omg that was torture to read. Don’t get me wrong it was vital for the plot but

I need Joker now 🖤✨

At first it was sweet, endearing even, well to an extent. Bruce showered you with attention that you never experienced before with a partner and he spoiled you absolutely rotten. What more could a girl ask for?

Apparently some chaos from a certain clown.

You hated the reflection that glared back. You looked nothing like your former self that was once so full of life and hope. This choice of yours to stay with Bruce was sucking the life out of you like a leech.

This is why you never settle ladies. Take notes.

“I know what I want." You glanced up and caught him staring directly at you with a headed gaze. He wasn't talking about the pizza. Oh boy.

Bruce I love you but pipe down a bit you coming off way too strong my guy. 👀

The minute they said Joker's name, your ears tuned in like a radio feed, itching for more. "Something's off man. He's more.. I dunno. Violent? Crazier? If that's even possible."

Joker violent? No he would never 🥴 he’s just acting like a baby whose favorite toy got taken away.

and thus a sour, dark look fell over Bruce's face. You were reverting back to your socially awkward self. Bruce wasn't a real fan.

Seee? They are so incompatible and Bruce is trying so hard to make this relationship work, dude let it go.

“Now I run with the big boys. Frost, Mac, and I are the pyramid that keeps Joker's operation running and.."

It’s our troublesome goon Neo!!! 😍

Technically Neo’s first appearance was choices part one but I didn’t assign him a name at the time. Neo catcalled you when Frost was carrying you inside the hideout and also the goon that yanked your hair in front of Joker. A lovely first impression 👀🥴

“I gave him everything but the one time I do something self-indulgent, I get dragged for it? Why do I have to be punished?"

“That's the Joker I know. You get his jagged edges but I know his smooth lines and I love his many flaws. I want that Joker back.. my Joker back. And guess what? You are in my way!"

Tell him Y/n!

“I see you're a bit slow so I'll say it again where even bimbos like you can understand. Go back inside. Eat your meal. Have fun with rich boy Wayne because that's who you chose."

Watch your tone Neo 🤨

“You want your brain splattered on the sidewalk?" He saw you shake your head. Tears flew in the air from the jerky motion. "Then go back inside." He pointed to the pizzeria with the gun.

I know this boy didn’t pull a gun on us. I know he didn’t just

You needed Joker's unpredictability in your stale life and you craved his dark cloud looming in your corner. It grounded you in so many ways you realized only until it was gone.

That’s the case in life you always miss something until it’s gone so please cherish what you have even it doesn’t seem like much today, it’ll be valuable tomorrow.

Your eyes instantly lit up. "Bruce.. I can explain." "Then by all means do so." He waved his hand and gave you the floor.

Bruce chuckled lowly. "Right. Let's head back to the Manor. After you collect your things I'll drop you off at your place."

He didn’t have to do us like that 😭😭😭😭😭

You just got rejected by Gotham City's most eligible bachelor but you were on cloud nine. It took every ounce of your strength to keep the wide grin off your face.

Y/n got Joker on her mind and nothing else love that for her. 🥴🤣

Joker truly ruined you for all future men. You were fine with that.

🥴🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 and that’s final 🥴

Bruce wanted an excuse for you to come back but you weren’t falling for it. You expected a delivery soon. It was time to close the Bruce Wayne chapter in your life for good.

YESS FINALLY! It only took three chapters. 🙄😒

“Hey Boss! We got movement on the Grant Row cameras."

Okay so. Joker installed cameras inside your apartment. In every room except your private bedroom and the balcony. He’s crazy yall but we love him. 👀

He wouldn't mind being called that by you. Or being babied by you. He was desperately craving your attention due to the long separation between you two.

That was the only excuse for his random thoughts. Why would he want to be called a baby? It was nonsense really.

who’s gonna tell him?

Joker was numb. He didn't hear his goons asking for orders, his eyes were still watching the horror unfold on the screen.

Our baby is spiraling you hear me? Oh the Joker POV would be insane.

Joker was already insane, but the days spent without Y/n's presence made the green haired clown even more unhinged.

More unhinged? Oh yeah we’re screwed.

You were the cure to his madness if there was such a thing. Witnessing you getting kidnapped was the last straw for Joker's sanity.

His Lighthouse Re-Read Thread

Hey hi my loves!!! I've read my own story 14 million times but I never did an official reread thread so thank @jaysmentalspace for what's about to happen! 🖤✨

This will be an interactive thread. Yes, you can join in with your own comments, reblogs, whatever! I will start from chapter one and I guess, review/commentate my own story! I hope you enjoy the ride. There's gonna be fun facts, behind the scenes commentary, who knows. 🤷🏾‍♀️

His Lighthouse masterlist let's get started.

[alchemistgoose]

hello my old friend (roundbrush)

[moeblob]

I love Chris so much you guys.

[devil-in-hiding]

something something reader is a bartender at a popular little pub, and night after night you are hit on by men so plastered you often have to sigh and call over one of the guys you work with the idiots end up vomiting all over themselves (sometimes it’s worse than vomit but thankfully you can count those incidents on one hand)

you think by slipping on your grandmothers old wedding ring, it will sway men from hitting on you at work. And it does, there’s still some that try to test their luck, but the minute you flash that pearl on your finger they’re scurrying off to find their next target.

Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, sitting themselves in front of you with big grins on their faces as they watch the game on the tv overhead.

They’re all sweet, a little cocky at times but nothing that one of their grins or sly remarks can’t make up for. They ask how their favorite girl is doing when they return from longer missions, genuinely listening as you fill them in on the things that have happened since they’ve been away.

Perfect gentlemen.

Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush.

You filling glasses when you hear the chime of the bell and a familiar laugh fill the pub.

“Was wondering if I’d see you boys tonight.” You smile, motioning for them to give you a moment as you serve the other patrons.

When you slide back over to them, you immediately reach for their usual glasses, grabbing your cloth to wipe them off, when a hand clamps around your wrist and you jump, nearly dropping the glass as Ghost turns your hand over in his.

“Trouble at home pretty?” Price comments, concern etched on his face and it takes a moment for you to catch on, and you can’t help the little giggle that spills out.

“Oh! My ring… It’s kind of a funny story. I uhm.. I’m not actually married.” You laugh, expecting them to laugh along with you, but all you feel are four pairs of eyes piercing into you.

“Come again?” Gaz asks, voice a tad deeper than usual and you ignore the chills it sends down your spine.

“I started wearing it so some of the drunkards would leave me be, kind of forgot about it, just became habit.” You chuckle nervously, hand still in Ghost’s grasp and he’s eyeing you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“Hm. Interesting.”

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

If you’re interested, here’s more fluff! Calling the Squid Game men some weird petnames and their reaction to it!

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[beloveds-embrace]

part 2 of baker!reader + do not ever ask me to write accents lmao i suck at those 💀😭 and a huge thank you to all the sweet and dessert suggestions! i couldn't add all of them, but oh my god did i love all of them and choosing between them was sooo hard (that's what she said). if your dessert didn't make it here im soo sorry 😭

It was a quiet morning when you finally decided to reopen the bakery. The town had been whispering, speculating about the sudden disappearance of your husband—tragic, they said, to be found mauled by a bear in the woods. You hadn’t shed a tear, hadn’t flinched at the news. Maybe that was cruel of you, but after what you had endured, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything for him anymore. Not fear, not sadness—just relief.

And now, with the bakery open once again, you felt lighter. Freer.

The 141 boys were there first thing, as you had hoped. Each one walking into the cozy space like they belonged there. Their heavy, winter boots made the wooden floors creak, their towering frames somehow making the space feel intimate rather than intimidating. You smiled as the familiar smell of fresh bread and sugar lingered in the air, the warmth of the ovens cocooning you and the rest of the bakery in comfort. Free from that terrible man you’d called a husband, it was as if the world itself was taking on a more vibrant color.

“Morning, sweetheart,” John greeted you, his eyes crinkling beneath his hat, though there was something watchful in his gaze.

“Bonnie,” Johnny chirped, leaning on the counter, his eyes sparkling as they usually did when he spoke to you. “Place smells heavenly as always.”

“You’re open today, huh?” Kyle said, grinning as he eyed the display of pastries lined up neatly behind the glass. “Missed our favorite baker, honestly.”

Simon didn’t say anything at first, just gave you a long, steady look from behind his mask. You knew he had seen the signs. He was the only one who had seen the bruises, had taken your hands so gently that day and whispered that promise. You hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t said anything in return, but you had trusted him all the same. You are glad you did. You are so glad it’d been him to see.

Now, as you wiped your hands on your apron and stepped out from behind the counter, your heart was lighter than it had been in months. “Everything’s on the house today,” you said, your smile wider than it had been in ages. “For you guys, at least. After all… I’ve got a few new things for you to try.”

Soap raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that so? Then we’re in for a treat, eh boys?”

You went back to the counter, pulling out a few trays and plates, your hands moving quickly as you started setting them down in front of the men, watching their eyes light up at the spread. “I’ve been experimenting,” you said, your voice light, almost teasing. “For John, I’ve got pecan pie. Thought you might like it—something a bit rich, a bit warm.” Like you, goes unsaid but you hoped he still heard it.

John’s eyes gleamed as he accepted the slice you placed in front of him. “Always knew you were a mind reader,” he murmured with a chuckle, cutting into the pie and taking a bite. The smile that spread across his face was slow, but appreciative.

“For you, Kyle, lemon meringue tarts. Something sharp, refreshing. A little tangy,” you said, setting the plate in front of him. “And a bit sweet, too. Had a feeling you’d like it!”

Kyle laughed, picking up the tart and admiring it at first. “You know me too well.” He took a bite, his eyes widening at the burst of lemon on his tongue and then groaning in delight. “Perfect, as always.”

Simon watched you closely, and when you placed a plate of apple fritters in front of him, his gaze softened just slightly. “Made these with you in mind,” you said, your voice gentle. “Thought you’d appreciate something classic, Si. Simple, but comforting.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just nodded in that way of his, taking the fritter in his gloved hand. When he took a bite, his eyes closed briefly, and you could see the silent approval in the way his shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly.

“And for you, Johnny,” you giggled, setting down a small bowl of Cranachan in front of him. “Thought you might like something traditional- whisky, raspberries, oats, and cream. Feels like a bit of home, doesn’t it? At least I hope so. It was my first time making it.”

Johnny beamed all the same, eagerly reaching for a spoon. “Ah, bonnie, you’re spoiling us.”

But it wasn’t just them you were thinking of. You had made a fresh batch of focaccia bread for yourself, but this wasn’t just any bread- it was bold, spiced with rosemary and topped with chilli flakes and garlic. It was a reflection of your own newfound boldness. You’d been quiet, subdued for so long. Now, you wanted to feel alive again.Perhaps it might seem corny, but this focaccia bread meant to signify that for you.

You set a slice of the focaccia on a plate for yourself, taking a bite as you sat with them, your smile not faltering for a second. It was savoury- settling warmth in your stomach. “I think this might be my new favorite, actually.” you said with a soft laugh. In your mind, you were already thinking of making and selling more of it.

They didn’t say much in response, still tasting their own desserts, but you could feel their appreciation, their understanding, in the quiet way they accepted it.

The rest of the bakery was alive with the smell of freshly baked treats: rich brownies, soft sugar cookies, fluffy cronuts, and delicate eclairs. Tres leches cakes sat next to pumpkin pies, while apple and custard empanadas filled the air with their sweet, warm scent. Cheesecakes, cardamom rolls, strawberry lamingtons—the selection was almost overwhelming, but everything sold well. Especially the bear claw pastries. You smiled softly to yourself at the irony. The bearclaw pastries might also be your new favorite, right alongside the focaccia.

Johnny noticed it immediately, the little twitch of your lips, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny, bonnie?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. “Oh, nothing. Just… the bear claws. They’ve been selling really well lately. Thought it was… fitting.”

Simon’s eyes flicked to you, then to the bear claw pastries sitting neatly in a display case. A slow understanding crossed his gaze, but he didn’t say anything. Just a slight nod, the corner of his mouth twitching, the silent acknowledgment of the truth that you all shared. You had no doubt the others knew about it as well- maybe even had a hand in it. Such incredible men.

And for the first time, standing in your bakery, surrounded by warmth and the quiet camaraderie of the men you had come to trust, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. The past was behind you. Now, you had a future to look forward to—one filled with new beginnings, layers to unfold like a mille-feuille crepe cake, and the quiet reassurance that you were no longer alone.

“Here’s to new beginnings,” you said, raising your cup of coffee, your smile bright and genuine.

The boys raised their cups in return, their expressions soft but full of unspoken promises. “To new beginnings,” they echoed, and for the first time in a long time, you believed it. Especially because you could see the way they were looking at you.

masterpost

[tonycries]

FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 — for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3

Men In Uniform Do It Best!

Dirty Lil' Secrets

A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Give Me Tough Love

Never Ever Seen This Before!

We Don't Have No Babies!

Like A Fever

Bad Things (To You)

Prettier When Messy!

Care For You!

Green-eyed Monster

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Kiss Me More!

Girl, I Do This Often

Cause, I Love Freaks!

Sl*t Me Out!

Match My Freak!

WAP!

R U Mine?

Hot To Go!

Girl, You Earned It!

I'm A BIG Stepper!

BODY-ODY!

SOOO ANXIOUS

Long Overdue!

THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

The Family Matter?!

I-T G-I-R-L!

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

BRAT!

She's My Vitals!

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) — “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] — There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Dream A Little Dream — For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you. 

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

One More? Please? — A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

Hope They Catch Us — When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Unmistakably Yours — In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

Madam Gojo — Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

The Heir — No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

The Call — After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy — He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.

Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] — You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid…is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Unhoneymooners!? — The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! — When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Bad Boys Bring Roses — You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

The Way You Kiss Me — The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friend’s pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesn’t.

Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) — Oh no! Why do your pantíes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answer…

Haunting You — A bIoody trail of vampire attácks, a political marriage, and four suitors you’re forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.

You'll Taste Me Too! — How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.

We Neva Play! — Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.

Something Stupid — Five times the strongest would rather díe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Like An Animal — Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You — When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

F*ck You! (Literally) — Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.

Government Hooker — With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.

Madam Zenin — There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.

Brooklyn Baby — Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Golden Boy — Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.

Welcome To The Itadori's! — Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

FIVE! — Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) — When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Freak On The Cam! — Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

A Million Dollar Baby! — Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Exes who...

Love Is Blind

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Wanna Do Bad Things To You

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Lemme Ride, Baby!

Can I Fill You Up, Baby?

"Pull On It. Harder."

Little Heaven

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𐙚 Ao3 Fics I’ve read and love 𐙚

𐙚 infidelity by @tawus (completed)

gojo x fem reader

Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…

𐙚 desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)

all jjk men x fem reader 😭

Toji Fushiguro finds you during one of his hitman jobs. With no idea what to do with you he decides to bring you home to his house of misfits. They weren’t picture perfect but neither were you.

𐙚 mascara by @/softstellars (on going)

geto x fem reader

You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself. For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although you’re pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her. It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger. And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.

𐙚 a pearl by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

The Fushiguros needed a nanny, and the pay was too good to not apply, especially since your family needed financial help. You were the perfect nanny for the kids, they loved you as if you were their own mother. Slowly, you built up the perfect relationship with the family. Especially with Mr. Fushiguro. A man who would constantly visit you after dark. A man who you thought had sincere intentions but at the end of the day didn't care about you. A selfish man who just saw you as a tool to make his wife mad. A man who didn't care about you but didn't want you with anyone else. A man that took away your ability to know what a healthy relationship was. You couldn't speak up about it since all the fault would fall at your feet and would be deemed as the "homewrecker".

𐙚 you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

sequel to a pearl!

After having an affair with your boss, you're left to deal with the consequences, those being: two exhausting new jobs and a child. A child that he never got to know the existence of. Now all you had to do was keep her hidden, which should be an easy task, right?

𐙚 rings by @/bungeemum (on going)

toji x fem reader

you divorced the man in front of you for a reason. so why was he standing on your doorstep, guilt plastered on his face, and eyes glinting with hope?

𐙚 a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

Both men agreed to a game about who fucks you first, but they didn't play their cards right. Gojo and Geto changed the course of the game when they decided to keep you around for way longer than intended, making you fall for their sweet way to deprave you, and now you have to face the consequences in a gamble that they call their life.

𐙚 fate’s gamble by @/anaoyuo (on going)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

sequel to a dangerous game

缘分— a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.

𐙚 him & i by @pharixden (on going)

gojo x fem reader

toji x fem reader

sukuna x fem reader

A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isn’t a combination for the faint of heart, but not every girl is a damsel in distress.

𐙚 changes by @lemonlover1110 (on going also on tumblr!)

gojo x fem reader

From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation. Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same. Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

𐙚 the man in apartment 381 by @lemonlover1110 (completed also on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

Looking for a new beginning after the death of your husband, you move away from town. That's when you meet him, Toji Fushiguro, a widower with a three-year-old son. You two understand each other, which draws you close. Except you two don't realize that feelings would eventually develop, and neither of you want that. Feelings are the last thing you two want after finding out the great damage that they can cause. When you two discover this, it's too late.

𐙚 4th avenue viewing by @/softstellars (completed)

nanami x fem reader

Nanami Kento is intelligent, serious, reserved and can easily catch someone in a lie. It's his job to do just that, he's renowned for it. So when he comes to your university to offer up an internship, it's quite the opportunity. Anyone would jump at the chance, except for you. But no, you just had to be the one caught in a lie.

𐙚 forgotten souls by @/killerpoultry & @/bebobopobo (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

You and Sukuna have been married for years. Even though he is brash, mean, and sadistic, you love him more than anything. While he may not show it much, he truly loves you too. One day you get into a terrible car accident and lose all your memories. You learn to live once more while Sukuna must now get you to fall in love with him all over again.

𐙚 love kills by @/sourome (on going)

i actually don’t know 😭 i think toji x fem reader

The wealthy and successful Zenin family, well respected and seemingly perfect. But all that glitters is not gold. Toji Zenin, CEO and face of the Zenin Group acts like a gentleman but is a vile creature that has ruined many lives, such as yours. That married man dared to play with your mother’s heart many years ago, destroying her sanity and her life and ultimately killing her. Now years later and being all grown up you decide to seek revenge, he deserves to suffer that same destiny and die of love. With the help of a few friends you plan to become a part of his life and his every thought but you didn't take into account his son, that man had the potential to turn your plans upside down.

𐙚 the black swan by @uselesslydamaged (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

Loving someone is easy, but experiencing it is harder.

𐙚 bodyguard by @/succybuss (on going)

toji x fem reader

Your Grandfather, a man involved in unsavory businesses that has taken you under his wing, has informed you that you will be under the care of a full-time Bodyguard. Unhappy with your grandfather's decision, you decide to go out for a night of drinking for your last night of freedom. There, you encounter a man you planned on taking home, but life had other plans in store for you...

𐙚 violet lights by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?

𐙚 starboy by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

sequel to violet lights

After your ex-boyfriend gets arrested on national television, you find yourself realizing that you really didn’t know much at all about Gojo Satoru. Well, he’s better known in the Yakuza as The Six Eyes, not that he ever told you that.

𐙚 sweet little lies by @/mooglepaws (on going)

toji x fem reader

Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect Fiancé. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.

This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.

𐙚 the twist of a knife by @darkcat23 (on going)

gojo x fem reader

This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.

𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici

(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)

has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(

please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3

i think i used every tag known to man LOL 𐙚