#pampered him up before college a bit

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HEAR ME OUT, TOJI AND NANAMI BEING INTO CHUBBY WOMEN??? (from jjk ofc-) what’s ur take on which characters from jjk would be into chubby girls? 😋

JJK men that prefer a chubby wife

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warnings: breeding, pussy eating, sex, cockwarming, fem reader

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Gojo

-not only does he have a preference for plump women, he’s not afraid to make it known. Sure he’s dated mostly thin women through high school and college, but that was before he knew the pleasure of holding onto a pair of fat thighs as he fucked into chubby pussy…

-you’re his EVERYTHING he’s completely in love and shows you off as often as he can. there’s no room to be self conscious or doubt your beauty, because he’s absolutely head over heels and will show you in and out of the bedroom.

-he’s got to have you on his lap any time you’re around, including if you come to bring him lunch when he’s teaching class. it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s how he shows his love!

-there’s nothing that can tear him away from your chubby pussy once he’s got his tongue in you I fear… honestly he’s fallen asleep between your legs more than once…

Nanami

-he enjoys soft and comfortable things, and you’re one of them. he finds himself resting his head on your breasts or belly when he’s stressed!

-Nanami is a pretty big, muscular man, so the extra cushion on your body lets him let loose a little more than he would be able to with a thin woman

-this man would do absolutely anything for you. he just adores pampering you with sweets and new clothes. when he has you to come home to, he can do pretty much anything.

-he just loves having your fat, plump ass resting on his lap as you keep his cock nice and warm. he’ll rub a hand over your chubby tummy, whispering about how soon, your belly will swell with his child, and how good of a mommy you will be!

Choso

-Choso had no preferences before he met you, and after he did see your plump figure approach Itadori with a big smile on your face, his life was changed forever. It didn’t help that you were a kind college student that was taking care of his baby brother, you were PERFECT!

-he doesn’t understand human beauty standards, so he was genuinely shocked when Itadori informed him you had never been with a man before. you are literal perfection?? oh hell no he’s gotta wife you up with HASTE

-he follows you around like a lovesick puppy, sometimes growling at anyone that gets too close. he can’t keep his eyes off your fat, swaying hips or your cute chubby cheeks that look pink each time you catch his staring

-it wasn’t long before he couldn’t help it and had you sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in your pussy as he confessed and apologized all at the same time

Toji

-sir is absolutely smitten with you. Your cute chubby cheeks that turn pink when he gives you attention, the soft sway of your plump hips when you walk away, and most importantly that tummy that he’d love to squeeze while he bounces you on his cock… dreamy sigh…

-you’re his sweet little princess, and he just loves to get you all riled up. the way you puff out your cheeks and pout at him after he just fucked you on his fingers just to pull away right before you could orgasm gets him hard

-he loves to fuck your thighs and get them all messy with his cum <3 don’t worry, he’ll always clean up his mess and give you a few orgasms as an apology, but he just loves the feeling of your soft, plush thighs surrounding his dick

-he’s a big fan of groping and grabbing at your ass when you walk by, and yes this extends to public settings. it’s a bit embarrassing, but he’ll buy you a piece of strawberry cake later to make it up for you

[wonryllis]

미래, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: the backstory

FEATURING. insanely love struck BRAT TAMER lee heeseung with his SPOILED BRAT RICH GIRL reader GENRE. smau, fluff, smut, crack WORDCOUNT. around 800 ( MASTERLIST )

to say you and heeseung were from two different worlds would be an understatement. you were from two completely different galaxies. emphasis: completely.

if the world was your home and the galaxy was your entire lifestyle, then heeseung swears it would take him more than a billion light years to reach even the place he could stand to have a little glimpse of you who lights up everyone else's worlds around you.

reaching you is a long journey and attaining you: impossible in the advancement of science.

yet you were merciful enough to let— to want someone like him to stay, to hover around you like a housefly, to grow to have the guts to want you.

heeseung's uncle and aunt, deprived of parenthood for various reasons, had always loved to have him stay with them during summer breaks. an hour's drive from his house, a duplex that resembled his own albeit a bit smaller and two months of enjoying trips to water parks, amusement parks, aquariums and everything he ever wanted all in the short span.

he remembers little of it now, but sometime around when he celebrated upgrading from preschool to elementary with a little toy plane they gifted, came the news that their small business took a turn for the good and within a few months of it they moved.

the first time he went over after that was like stepping into a dream. the big mansion, the rich neighborhood and the nice neighbours, the pretty neighbour.

even for a five year old with the memory of a pea sized goldfish and a mind that had no sensible knowledge of romance and love, heeseung can precisely recall the moment he fell. fall, fall, fell, fallen. down that rabbit hole of special feelings that took him seven years to realize.

your brothers were nice enough to let him wander around their precious baby sister they so obviously were overprotective over, yes even for a six/seven year old. and soon that hospitality and little playdates turned into actual and genuine friendships and relations that heeseung grew to cherish, his prized little treasured found family. and love.

summer breaks turned into winter breaks and then into every opportunity he could find to pay them a visit longer than a week.

he was there during every big occasion of your lives and you and your brothers were there for his. probably because your families never minded the difference in class and always welcomed the other's presence.

it was just before the fall of his senior year in high school when heeseung took the decision to apply for scholarships in your city. his middle class family still lived in their cozy old house in the small town he had known his entire life and the city waited him a lifetime of opportunities he couldn't dare to lose. especially if he ever decided to woo you in the future he must have the capacity to pamper your spoiled heart.

you weren't just the daughter of a rich family. you were the only precious little lovely, beyond spoiled rotten daughter of a family that came from old money. old money bridging middle class. something he could never achieve, but to have the slightest chance he must be in position to give you whatever you want (besides an island like you asked for your 18th birthday, but that's okay he loves that side of you and perhaps he's sick for that, but he's far too in love.)

when his scholarship was approved and he scored a seat in one of the prestigious colleges near your neighborhood, it gave him the perfect opportunity to move in with his uncle and aunt, to move in next door to you.

to be blessed to have the chance to catch sight of you everyday. and to have the chance to hangout with you whenever he wished to and whenever you wished to.

always at your beck and call like your obedient little lord in waiting.

heeseung's actual love life (his efforts to get you to fall for him as he calls it) started in the third year of college when you joined as a freshman. and two years since, he's been trying. you're just way too oblivious to notice his subtle moves and heeseung is way too scared of your brothers to confess bluntly.

it's all just been a huge mess, and everyone (his and your friends) is just here for the comedy heeseung's life has turned into .. especially with you crushing on beomgyu—

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PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

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[minminyoonjii]

idk if you are taking requests but maybe a changbin and Jisung x reader? Maybe reader is like busy holed up in studying and they just want her to loosen up so they all go to a college party, get drunk, and have sex? Sorry if this is hard to understand, idiot is my first language, not English 😭

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🕯Summary: What better way to melt your studious mind with a hard throbbing cock fucking you.

🌹CW

Multiple Orgasms|Rough Sex|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Fingering|Wholesome|Threesome|Cum Play|Facials|Pronebone|Teasing|Deep Thrusts|Dom! Changbin|Dom! Han Jisung|Degrading Praise Kink|Manhandling|Exhibitionism|Voyeurism|Reader Likes It Rough|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"You need to get out more, sweetheart," Jisung sighed, rubbing your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Just a bit longer, I'm almost done with the dissertation," you murmured, jolting down more notes. Jisung whined, "That dissertation summary isn't due until next week. You have plenty of time," he coaxed, rubbing the back of your nape. 

You sighed, looking at him with a tired gaze, "Jisung, the faster I finish this. The faster I can go out," you explained, highlighting your notes. Jisung kissed the back of your head, "Alright, there's a party this Friday. Make that your motivation to finish up okay?" He said, kissing your temple. You nodded, giving him a gentle smile, "Thank you, baby. I'll finish it before Friday, " you reassured, motivated to check it off your checklist. Jisung chuckled, "Hwaiting, I believe in you, sweetheart," he smiled, leaving you to your own devices. 

Friday came around and you had a couple hours before the party started, "I'm almost done," you whimpered, typing the summary as fast as you could. "And full stop," you sighed, saving the file at least three times before shutting down. You plopped your head on the table, a smile etched on your lips. Jisung peeked his head into the room, "Sweetheart?" he called out, walking in. 

"I heard a thud, are you okay?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You melted under his touch, "I'm done. We can get ready now," you said, lifting your head off the table. Jisung beamed, holding your face within his hands, "That's great. Finally you can get the rest you deserve," he chuckled, pampering kisses all over your face. You giggled, his smile was infectious, "Now, let's have a good night, hm?" You said, taking his hand in yours as you dragged him into the bathroom. 

Jisung covered his eyes, he wore jeans with a white tee. Simple, form fitting and downright sexy. He grabbed his denim jacket to layer while he waited to see yours. You stood in front of him, your fingers tracing down his Adam's apple just to rile him up. Jisung chuckled, "That's a very dangerous move, sweetheart," he teased, holding your wrist. You giggled, "Open your eyes," you whispered, blowing into his ear. 

Jisung gasped, his eyes racking over your body, "This isn't fair," he whined, seeing the dress you wore hug your figure perfectly. He gulped, his hands reaching down to cup your ass, "Fuck, you're stunning," he groaned, grazing your waist. You rolled your eyes, a proud smile on your lips, "Come on, love. Don't want to be late," you said, lightly touching his collar. Jisung gulped, "Please don't make me hard, sweetie. I can't hide shit with jeans," he laughed, trailing right behind you. 

Changbin opened the door, "There's my favourite couple," he chuckled, leaning against the door. Jisung pulled him in for a hug, "It's been a while, hyung," he said, pulling back. Changbin raised an eyebrow, "We met up yesterday for the demo," he said, squishing Jisung's cheeks. "Still counts as a while," he grumbled, rubbing his cheeks. You smiled, "Changbin," you said, giving him a nod. "Darlin'," Changbin replied, leading you in. 

Jisung chuckled, holding your waist, "Keep the eyefucking to the minimum please," he teased, kissing your jaw. Changbin rolled his eyes, "Sure. Go get yourselves a drink," he smirked, not hiding his obvious gaze. Jisung nipped your ear, "I see how you look at him, sweetheart. I wouldn't mind seeing his cock thrusting in and out of your perfect pussy," he whispered, brushing your waist. 

You leaned back against his chest, "Are you sure? If you whine the next morning, I'm bringing out the cock cage again," you threatened, tilting the red cup past his lips. Jisung gulped, downing the drink, "I always whine. That threat is void, sweetheart," he chuckled, kissing your jaw. You giggled, "Touche. Go call him, I'll be in his room," you said, grazing Jisung's hand. Jisung smirked, "Tonight is all about you. There's nothing you need to do, my precious pillow princess," he winked, proud of himself when he saw your lips wobble into a smile. 

Changbin tensed up at the invite, his grip on his cup tightened, "If you're fucking with me, Jisung-ah. I will throw you over my lap," he grits, finding any lie in Jisung's eyes. Jisung smirked, "She's waiting," he teased, taking slow steps up the stairs. Changbin chugged his drink and followed right next to him. You stripped off your clothes and burrowed underneath Changbin's blanket.

 Jisung gave his signature knock pattern and walked in, "Clothes off already?" he teased, hearing Changbin locked the door behind him. You sat up, your bare skin spurred them on. Changbin groaned at the thought of his blankets against your skin, "I'm hard," he hissed, tugging off his compression shirt. Jisung chuckled, undressing with him, "Same here. Her body can charm any men. It needs to be studied and worshipped," he said, pulling off the blanket. 

You cupped your chest, "How do you want me?" you asked, prepared to get into their desired position. Jisung clicked his tongue, "Today is your pillow princess day. All you need to do is enjoy our fat throbbing cocks filling your little cunt, okay?" He said, man handling you onto your tummy, you plump ass in display for them to see. Jisung released a shaky exhale as he placed a pillow beneath your hips, "Perfect," he whispered, teasing your leaking folds with his fingers. 

You whined from the pleasure, your clit pulsing from the gentle graze. Changbin pumped his cock, precum dripped from his cockhead down his shaft, "Fuck, don't make me cum from sweetness," he whined, feeling himself getting aroused from your wholesome dynamic. You giggled, clenching around Jisung's fingers, "I'm not sorry," you teased, wiggling your hips. 

Jisung hummed, watching your pretty cunt flutter around his fingers, "She's ready, hyung," he said, gesturing Changbin closer. Changbin instantly aligned his cockhead between your messy cunt, "So warm, so hot," he moaned, pressing your folds closer to thrust in between. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you gasped, feeling the slit of his cockhead brush your puffy clit with each thrust. 

Changbin groaned, slapping his veiny shaft against your slicked cunt, "Deep breaths, darling," he hissed, thrusting his cock in one smooth slide. Your body engulfed his girth with little to no resistance. Jisung chuckled, "Good girl," he said, tugging your hair back. You moaned from the pleasure and pain coursing through your body. Jisung slid his thumb between your lips, "Suck," he instructed, stroking your hair. 

You did as told, your hands clawing the bed from Changbin deep searing thrusts. Changbin growled, pounding your cunt deeper from this position, his aching cockhead kissed your cervix more times that you could count. You sobbed around Jisung's thumb, drool dripping down your lips like a constant faucet. Changbin gripped onto your love handles and picked up the pace, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrusts. 

You screamed into Jisung's palm, the pleasure melting your brain. Changbin chuckled, thrusting his searing cock rougher, "We should record her moans for an ad-lid," he groaned, his voice husky and low. You whimpered, your thighs spasming as you can around his cock. Changbin hissed at your tight clench, "Cumming, Cumming, fuck," he groaned, flooding your canal with his orgasm.

Jisung whimpered, arching his back, "Shit, shit, I'm close," he grunted, pumping his throbbing cock. You lifted your head and licked his cockhead, your rough tongue against his swollen gland broke his control. "Hah, hah, hah!" Jisung gasped, ejaculating onto your face. You mewled, licking the dripping cum off your face. Jisung wiped your face clean with wet wipes, "Sweetheart, that tongue of yours will kill me someday," he chuckled, seeing you stick your tongue out for fun. 

Changbin hummed, tidying up, "You know where my bathroom is. I'll go see everyone off and come back," he said, kissing you Jisung's forehead. You nodded, your mind blissfully empty. Jisung cooed, "Aww, my wittle sweetie. Come let's get you all cleaned up for cuddles," he said, carrying you in his arms.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Yello! I was wondering if you could write a Romantic Yandere Spiderman? Specifically Tasm! Spiderman, please 🙏

I'm thinking of a plot where the reader (gender neutral) has a weird list of goals to accomplish in New York City since they don't live there and are only visiting Peter. Some of their goals include: counting 101 dalmatians and trying at least 20 different kinds of pizzas from each pizza place who claims they "have the BEST pizza!"

Any rivalries and other plot twists are welcome! You can write this either as a one shot, headcanons or a short— take your pick! I don't mind, thank you!

Anon

A/N: This man never fails to give me intense gender envy…I added and tweaked a few things to make him more yandere-ish… I hope you enjoy and that i've done this request some justice! Thanks for requesting 🥰

Warnings: soft yandere but Peter really doesn't want his baby to go. Mentions of kidnapping/holding hostage.

Requests: open

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Okay when Peter found out that you were coming to visit him in New York, he could barely contain himself. His darling had been away from him for so long that texting and Skype calls weren't nearly enough to satiate his hunger for you.

Moments like when you left him to go live in a different state/country, made him despise being a poor college kid from Queens. If he had the means, he would've came with you and got a shared apartment where the two of you could live happily together.

To be fair, Peter did try his hardest to make you stay, but was far too kind to ever go to the more extreme measures to assure his success. He couldn't stop you from living your dreams. He couldn't go on if you had any ounce of hatred for him.

I like to think Peter had your visit already planned out in his mind. You were of course going to sight see and have fun, but he mainly wanted to stay snuggled up in his bed with you. He needed to make up for lost time spent not being with you.

So of course you can imagine his disappointment when you came with a crazy list to complete during your stay. His heart breaking as he looked through it only to find not a single space was dedicated to just being alone with him...

It'd be a lie to say he didn't enjoy stuffing his face with weird flavors of pizza and exploring parts of the city he usually doesn't hang around. He of course used his last pennies to pamper you and to treat you to the attractions you wanted to see. Anything to make you smile. It was nice for him to take a break from being spiderman and to just have fun anyways. When you left him, he started wearing the suit nearly every hour of the day when he wasn't chatting with you. It was the only thing that could keep his loneliness in check and kept him from going insane...

but as much as he laughed and enjoyed seeing you just so giddy about checking off each completed thing on the list, he couldn't help but to feel an impending doom looming overhead.

It didn't help hearing you go on and on about your new life and friends in your new area...He kept hearing you repeat one name in particular over, and over and over again...

Peter couldn't help but to feel insecure about it. Everyone else seemed much cooler and interesting to you. Peter was just...some guy. Sure he had the whole spidey thing but crime was petty and rather boring during this time. He had nothing to brag to you about other than the fact he received a free bagel after helping an old woman find her cat.

The closer you got to the end of the list, the closer you were to leaving him again...he couldn't take it....This wasn't enough time with you, Peter barely got to even touch you, take in your scent and love on you before you'd be gone.

The next couple of days, he's a bit distant. He's trapped in his own head. Peter can feel something sick festering inside of him. His thoughts become fully focused on you leaving...and what he could do to stop it.

He's begged you before. On his knees and teary-eyed begging you not to go. He looked the same as he did when he begged his parents for the same thing...but it didn't work. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he got a little more creative.

Harry would say, "demanding people get what they want". Playing dirty is okay when it means you'll be together. No. That's not him. That's not fair to you.

....but you leaving again, isn't fair to him either.

His hands are shaking with anxiety and his face is full of sorrow as he watches you sleep... the sinful thoughts from earlier are itching for him to put them in action....

You're such a sweetheart... Peter can't do this...

A gentle kiss is left on your forehead and he caresses your face before he turns around and goes to sleep...he needs to ignore those thoughts... But you're so perfect....he's going to miss this. It's nice being the only one in your life. He hates the anxiety that you're one day doing to send him a text that you've found someone new or that you need to focus on other things.

.... with his abilities,,,he could prevent that. He could whip up some locks and gadgets to keep you you secured in his shitty apartment. It wouldn't be hard for him subdue you either..

"Stop thinking about that, Pete. Go to sleep. It's wrong."

a beat passes and a long sigh escapes him.

You adjust in your sleep, instinctively curling in to be closer to him. You hazily send him a soft smile, and nuzzle your head into his chest before drifting back off to sleep. Oh, boy. That was enough to make him cave into his overwhelming desires. Peter couldn't wait another year to sleep next to you again.

You'd understand, right? You know that your boyfriend would never harm you. He's not weird. or creepy. or sick.

He just needs you here with him. He's tried to be good for you but this arrangement is far too much for a lover boy to handle.

Hopefully you aren't too mad when you wake up to realize you're tied up in webs. Your doting Peter only wants the best for this relationship. He can take the best care of you. Pete promises that you'll be safe.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

If you had to put the Curtis Gang as characters from little women, who do you think is who?

HI ANON! this was such a fun one as I've been obsessed with both these stories for ages

So ik MOST people would put Ponyboy as Jo but I actually think he's not as Jo coded as STEVE FUCKING RANDLE is so Steve gets to be Jo because he's very full of love but also full of anger, and I think he's the person in the gang who would struggle the most with everyone growing up/moving on so Steve is Jo, argue with the wall

Johnny has to be Beth, they're both quietly kind and morally good characters, even if due to the time period and his gender Johnny does not outwardly express it as much. They're ALSO both doomed by the narrative since page one soooo

Ponyboy is Amy (anon I MIGHT have an inkling of who you are based on a post I saw about this and you're so right for it) because he's an outsider in his own family, one of the youngest and excluded from some things because of it but also a bit pampered, and because he's his family's big 'hope' in that he's the one who's going to pull first himself and then the rest of them out of poverty (amy has to do this by marrying rich, pony has to do it by going to college)

I'm inclined to say Darry as Meg ONLY because I can't think of anyone who would fit him better. On some level it works, especially if Ponyboy is Amy, because the pressure for amy to 'rescue' the family came after Meg married lower than she was 'supposed' to, which is similar to Darry having to drop out of college, leaving Ponyboy the family's 'hope'. HOWEVER I don't think Meg as Darry fits perfectly because Meg IS kind of selfish in a way Darry isn't, because Meg does get married and leave her family and never look back, even when they needed her, which is something Darry would never do.

Soda is Laurie, he's fun and passionate and thinks with his heart before his head, always. This also might just be me trying to push the Stevepop/randlepop agenda, because Laurie was down bad for Jo the way Soda is down bad for Steve. (Whether Stevepop is requited in this universe or if they follow the same traic storyline as Little women thats up to y'all to decide)

uhhhhhh this is getting harder and harder I'm running out of LW characters-

Dally could maybe be Mr.Lawrence? They're both pretty cranky and intimidating by first glance but they both have a hidden soft side, and their favourites are well known (Mr.Lawrence adored Beth much the same way Dally adored Johnny)

Uhhhh I can't think of one for Two-bit tbh I don't see him really fitting with any of the little women characters, Two-bit is too unique of a character he does not project well imo

Thanks for the ask xx

[z3llous]

How do the RSA au boys act around a crush? Y’know, for research purposes…

(RSA AU everyone's college age)

Hehe I'm so glad you asked! I took my time writing these (I also got busy and distracted), so that's why it's been a bit of a wait (sorry). I hope you like them!

RSA AU Main Boys (NRC Overblot boys) with a crush

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Riddle: The Personal Assistant

tries to ease their stress as much as he can

helps them plan and takes notes for them

simplifies textbooks and the class lessons down in said notes to reduce the amount of reading they have to do

they are on schedule and organized as hell because of him

makes sure they have a good balance of work, rest, and play

highly emotive so he's not great at hiding emotions, everyone knows what's he's feeling

can't flirt. he has tried to flirt with them, but barely a coherent word came out

easy to fluster

not quite a tsundere, but it'll be awhile before he's ready to admit he has a crush on them

love language is giving acts of service and receiving quality time

Leona: They Know and He Knows They Know

he shows off for them, not in an egotistical way. he just puts 110% into whatever he's doing whenever their around

buys them treats and things he knows they like frequently, he just saw it and thought of them

usually buys them whatever food they want and sits next them at lunch

rather shameless about the fact he has a crush on them

he's not screaming on the hilltops about how much he likes them (leave that to Rook), but he's not trying to hide his feelings for them in the slightest

they know he likes them and he's ok with that. There's no rush or pressure to give him an answer

flirts with them all the time and he's not bad at it either

difficult to fluster and returns the energy right back at them

love language is giving gifts and receiving words of affirmation

Azul: Wife Material

wants to do what he can and be there for them

tries to do all the favors for them

brings them their favorite drink from his café every morning

cooks lunch for them *cough* would spoon feed them if they let him *cough*

asks to tidy their appearance for them if something is out of place

"please let me do that for you" is something they'd hear from him a lot

wants them to feel cared for and pampered

already dreamed of what their wedding would be like

wants to hear their praises so badly. "I'm doing good right?" "I would make such a good wif- *cough* uhh roommate right?" (his perception of wife is based on the roles themselves from a mer perspective rather than gender, i.e. a supportive role)

tries so hard to show how good of a long time partner he could be for them

fairly easy to fluster

extremely flustered if they flirt with him or imply that they were thinking of him (he may not have been bullied much in this au, but he's not used to anyone showing romantic interest in him)

doesn't normally flirt with them, but isn't bad at it

would love to be called pretty by them, so he puts extra effort into his appearance for them

love language is giving acts of service and receiving words of affirmation

Jamil: How Convenient!

comes up with excuses to spend time with them

"So, it seems everyone else I know has partnered up already. Would you like to partner up with me?"

"I accidently made too much food. How about I bring dinner over to your dorm room and we can eat together?"

tries to subtle about his feelings, but not too subtle. he doesn't want them thinking he might not like them

really good at flirting and does flirt with them, but holds back a bit since he doesn't want to be too bold

a little difficult to fluster, likes when they make advances toward him and takes it as an invitation for him to get a bit bolder with his advances

love language is giving and receiving quality time

Vil: The ASMR Girl

they will look incredible because he will make sure of it

does their skincare, hair, and makeup(if they wear it) whenever they let him

if they sit next to him in class he will play with their hair or trace words and shapes onto their back if they let him

praising and complimenting them all the time

speaks highly of them

tends to baby them a bit, but it's pretty mild

"How dare you raise your voice at them." turns to them "Are you alright, dear? He didn't upset you did he?"

a little protective of them, he worries about their safety

difficult to fluster, he's played enough romantic roles to not be affected that easily

flirts frequently and well with them in a honeyed tone

love language is giving words of affirmation and receiving acts of service

Idia: Sweet Shy Gamer Boy

it takes him awhile to build up the courage, but he finally invites them to hangout at the game club with him

wants to know all about their hobbies and to listen to them talk about them

once he's gotten more comfortable around them he'll hangout in their dorm room and happily watch them indulge in their hobbies

loves to watch them play video games and hear their thoughts as they play

they're his #1 play tester for his video games

they don't like a character in the game? gone. they have a favorite character? more screen time and development for that one. they want to be able adopt the cat on the street corner? say no more

easy to fluster and his flirting is hit or miss. sometimes he says something really smooth and other times it's the cheesiest thing ever

way too shy to say he likes them, but maybe one day he'll build up the courage, or get lucky and they'll say they like him

love language is giving quality time and receiving gifts (no matter how small)

Malleus: #1 Fan

wants their opinion on everything and wants to know everything about them

does his hair look better up or down? does he look good in this color?

their opinion is super important to him

follows them around like a duckling

seeks their approval and praise

not very good at flirting or picking up on flirting, he's so oblivious to most romantic advances

he may not be good at flirting, but he's so good at complimenting and praise that it won't matter

if his crush is poor(most people are compared to him though tbh) he'll be fascinated by the ways they save money and want to learn from them

he kinda wants to be them? not literally, but they're so amazing in his sheltered prince eyes that he wants to be more like them

obsessive, not in a yandere way, in a puppy way

invites his crush to get ice cream with him on a weekly basis

most of RSA think these ice cream hangouts are dates and his crush might also, but Malleus has no idea and is just happy he gets to spend time with his favorite person eating his favorite treat

love language is giving words of affirmation and receiving quality time

[idyllicbarb]

Spoil Me

SUMMARY: for anon that asked, “hey i love your writing and i was wondering if you could write some fluff about joes gf living her best wag luxury life and everyone just loving how cute their relationship is and her constantly getting the princess treatment.”

WARNINGS: fluff!

Your feet aches from work, sitting down on the couch slowly you sigh, rubbing your foot after taking off your heels. A black box with a bow that's sitting on your living room table catches your attention. You didn't see that before you headed to work this morning, grabbing the box, you open it to see a heartfelt card from your husband, Joe. Yes thee Joe Burrow, who plays for the Cincinnati Bengals. He loves to spoil you, anything you want and need, he got it. You two have been married for a year now.

The public loves you two's relationship, Joe Joe just treats you like such a princess. He loves pampering you and showing you off, letting anybody know that you belong to him. You find it absolutely adorable, Joe admitted his feelings for you during sophomore year of college. You had always spent your free time over at Joe's off campus dorm whenever you weren't working or he didn't have a game.

"Joey!" You squeak once he picks you up in his arms. He holds you close embracing your warmth.

"I just want to feel you mama," Joe mumbles in your neck walking over to the couch while you wrap your legs around his waist.

"You're so needy for me, my love." You whisper with a smile on your face and Joe stares into your eyes. "I just love you," he says while trailing a finger down your face.

"Just want to stay like this forever." Joe sighs and snuggles closer to you. It's barely possible but he smiles once your hands massages his hair.

You smile to yourself thinking about the fond memory. Joe's promise to you is to make sure you don't have to lift a finger around the house. He always cooks dinner for the both of you, then falling asleep on the couch while you're laying on top of his chest watching SpongeBob with him afterwards.

You smile thinking about the next time that can happen, but your mind turns back to the card, reading what Joe wrote you;

"For the one who holds my heart and that she also deserves anything she wants."

— Joey

A blush forms on you face while you looking inside the box, you gasp when finding the Coach necklace you had mentioned to Joe a few weeks ago. You reach for your phone to call your husband, he picks up on the first answer and you show him the gift he bought you.

"Thank you baby! I love this so much," You smile at your phone and he laughs turning his eyes on the road. Bengals had their usual practice today,

"I'm glad you do, wifey, I'm almost home. I'll start you a bath when I get there, so be undressed and ready." Joe winks at the phone and you blush, nodding your head. You two talk for a little bit longer before hanging up the phone so you can undress yourself.

You decide to clean yourself up before Joe's arrival, wiping off your makeup and letting your dress fall off your body. Popping off your bra, you sigh in relief hearing the garage door open. Signaling that Joe's home and you smile to yourself.

"Babe! I'm home." He yells out dropping his keys on the table loudly. You hear shuffling going on before loud stomps hit the stairs and open the bedroom door. "Princess?" Joe calls out while taking off his shoes.

"I'm in the bathroom," You softly reply pulling your hair up into a messy bun. Joe opens the bathroom door and stares at you in awe. "I've missed you," Joe runs his hands up and down your sides lovingly.

Kissing on your body slowly, you smile at Joe, "How was practice, baby boy?"

"It was good, made a few adjustments before Thursday's game." Joe kisses your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you. "How was work baby? It wasn't difficult right?" Joe ponders while lifting you up on the counter.

"No babe, my feet just ache that's all." You wrap your arms around his neck as Joe lifts your legs up. Slowly massaging your feet, you let out a soft sound. Joe grins before kissing your lips softly, "Hm? My baby feels better?"

You nonverbally reply by pulling Joe closer to your body. You two sit there in complete silence, swaying back and forth. "I'm going to start your bath now mama," Joe mutters before pulling away and your body gets cold due to Joe's warmth being gone.

You kick your legs back and forth waiting for the tub to be filled. Joe adds in your favorite soap and bath bombs, making the water turn into a pretty light pink. Joe grabs a wash cloth and towel for you but you stop him in the process, "I want you to join me baby. I know you've had a long day."

Joe ponders on wether he should join you or not but your puppy eyes make him give in, grabbing another wash cloth and towel for himself. He bends over in the tub, feeling for the water temperature and turns the knobs off.

"It's ready, princess," Joe turns and says lifting you off the counter and slowly into the tub.

You slowly sink in the hot tub, leaning your head back against the tiles. Joe takes off his clothes before sitting down in the tub in front of you. Once he's settled, he pulls you into his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder, rocking back and forth gently.

"I want to go to dinner tonight, if that's fine with you?" Joe pulls your hair behind your ear. "I would love that babe." You smile pecking Joe's lips.

"Good, it'll be an Italian restaurant." Joe grabs your wash cloth, applying soap to it and washing your body for you. You sit there letting Joe clean the dirt off of you from the day. Once he's finished, he washes himself before draining the water out of the tub.

Picking you up, Joe slowly steps out with you holding onto him. He grabs your towel from off the sink counter, wrapping it tightly around your body. Joe grabs his towel while you watch him, he sends you a wink, you drop your head as your cheeks turn red. "I love when you watch me baby."

"Your body looks so good." You mumble looking at your toes, obsessed with the pretty pink painted over them that Joe paid for your birthday. Joe walks over lifting your chin up with his hand, staring into his baby blue eyes.

"Speak up mama, can't hear you." He smirks and you roll your eyes playfully at him, "I said..your body looks so good, my love."

"No, that's all you," Joe let's out a small laugh, grabbing the back of your legs and lifting you off the sink. You squeal as Joe walks to the bed, sitting you on the edge. You dry yourself up as Joe grabs a box from out of your walk in closet. "I bought this for you, for tonight."

You peek your head up as your lotion your body, seeing Joe hold a beautiful dress bought just for you. "Oh baby, I love it!" You excitedly yell jumping up and down. Joe laughs at your reaction, grabbing some heels to match with your dress.

"Once you're finished moisturizing yourself, slip on the dress baby, I wanna see how you look." Joe says walking off to find himself an outfit.

You slip the dress on in your mirror, seeing how it fits your body perfectly. Joe watches you from behind, seeing how you're so excited to wear it. "Oh Joe, it's beautiful."

"You're beautiful." He states wrapping his arms around your waist. You blush murmuring a small 'thank you' under your breath, Joe kisses your jawline and you gasp quietly. His scruff feels so good on your skin, you love when Joe decides to grow a beard. Always makes him sexy and you get more needy for his attention, he gives in every-time.

"I'm going to continue getting dressed, wear the J necklace I bought you baby, I'll wear the one with your initials as well." Joe pats your butt walking back into the closet to find something to put on.

You smile to yourself, putting the necklace on, seeing how it shines in the light. You stare at your reflection, loving every part of what you're seeing. The only left to do is slip on your Jimmy Choo heels, which you do, twirling once Joe appears in your presence again.

He's wearing all black with his favorite shoes, the black and white dunks. "I think you should wear your Prada bucket hat I bought for you, it fits perfectly babe." You suggest running your hands up and down Joe's arm. He stares at you hard, thinking unholy thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I'll do that, only for you mama." Joe kisses your cheek and picks his bucket hat up from off the dresser, placing it on top of his head and you come over to fix it for him.

"I think we're all set babe."You clap your hands together in anticipation to get out the house and Joe smiles at you, kissing your hands before leading the both of you downstairs to his Porsche.

He opens the door for you, helping you sit in the passenger seat. "Thank you baby," You say motioning Joe to lean down so you can give him a kiss. You tongue kiss him, moaning when he squeezes your body lovingly. Pulling away, you see the lip stains on his lap and giggles. Joe huffs before laughing and closing your door. He opens the driver door, sitting down before purposely opening his legs to get your reaction.

You side-eye Joe, he knows how much you love when he sits slutty. "Everything alright baby?"Joe asks you when pulling out of the driveway. You stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your expression.

"Oh you asshole!"

Joe rubs your arm as you two look at the menu. "I think I want Chef Andy's Homestyle Cavatappi," you say looking up at Joe. "Get whatever you like babe." Joe kisses your temple softly and you close your eyes in content.

The waiter comes over to take you two's order, which Joe does for you, rubbing your thigh under the table. Once the waiter is finished taking the orders, Joe pulls you closer to him, sucking on your bottom lip. "Baby I just fixed my lipstick in the car and you're messing it up again."

"Your lips just so perfect." Joe leans down to suck on your neck and you giggle softly, weakly attempting to push his head back. "Behave yourself Burrow."

"How can I? When my wife is so stunning." Joe kisses your hand, "You want desert mama? I know how much you love chocolate."

"Yes, pretty please." You say, blinking your eyelashes cutely and Joe grips your waist. "You're so lucky I have a game this week love."

You raise your eyebrows at your husband in challenge,"Or what?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Joe unzips your dress slowly while you watch in the mirror. He kisses down your back and you let out a soft sound. Lifting you up, Joe pulls your heels off your feet. He walks with you to the bed, laying you down so he can unclip your bra. You watch Joe walk off to find the both of you comfortable clothes.

You sit up to wrap your hair up, then crawling towards the night stand to take off your jewelry and makeup. Joe walks back in with an oversized shirt for you, he's changed into only some boxers and of course, the SpongeBob socks you bought him.

"Thank you baby," You say when he pulls the shirt over your head and adjusts it to your liking. "Anything for you." Joe kisses you, the kiss turning into a make out session before you pull away needing your breath.

"Can we cuddle now baby? I just want to lay on you," Joe pulls you on the bed, comfortably getting you two suited under the covers. He turns the tv on and pulls you into his warm body. Of course, the show Family Guy is on, you don't mind though, not with the way your husband is holding you.

You start getting more sleepier by the minute and yawn loudly, "Goodnight babe. I love you."

Joe kisses your cheek and pulls the covers over you, "I love you more mama, goodnight."

It's finally Thursday Night Football, you're sitting with the other Bengals WAGs in the suite that Joe got for you all. The game hasn't started yet so you're on your phone not paying attention to who has walked in the room.

"Hi Joe!" Jayme greets and you turn your head to see your husband walking over your way. "Shouldn't you be with the team right now?"

"I should, but I just want my good luck kiss from my baby, that's all."

You giggle and hide your face after hearing oohs and awws from the other wives and girlfriends in the room. You pull Joe down to your level and kiss him slowly, not caring about how there's other people in the room.

"Good luck babe. I love you so much, you got this." You encourage with a smile on your face in which Joe returns before kissing you once more on the lips and jogging out of the room.

You go back to being on your phone when Dana walks up to you and sits next to you, “I’m so happy for you and Joe relationship. You two deserve this.”

“Thank you Dana,” You say before thinking to yourself, you might be the luckiest person on the planet.

[20doozers]

★Home again★

TW: fluff, surprises, being really lonely, small age gap, gn!reader but can be read as masc or fem, basically just really sweet fluff for you guys, nicknames like “baby” and “sweetheart” etc

You were in Highschool and Georg was in college, there was a two year age gap but you two had been friends for forever and dating for almost three years at this point

Well recently georg had been away at college across the country so you could barely ever see him, only during FaceTimes or when you two would text eachother. You missed him a lot, he was your whole life, and with everyone of your friends and classmates getting dates to homecoming you just felt lonely all over again,

You were at home one night just chilling and watching a movie in the living room, your parents were out at a fancy dinner so you were just home alone. You really missed georg, curled up on the couch with a hoodie you could barely smell him on from how often you wore it.

Eventually you heard the doorbell ring, thinking it was just a Jehovah’s Witness or the neighborhood kids playing ding-dong-ditch like they usually did you just ignored it, but then you heard the doorbell again and again. You finally got up to answer it with an annoyed groan, just wanting to relax after all of the chaos at school.

Yet when you opened the door you found a tired looking Georg with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of what you assumed was just snacks and stuff. You froze, unsure of what to say, you didn’t even care about the flowers or snacks, you just cared about georg. You basically tackled him into a hug, making him stumble a bit and drop the flowers before he scooped you up in a hug.

“Hey.. shhh… it’s okay to cry..” He murmured into your hair, pressing multiple kisses to your head as you buried your face in the crook of his neck and cried from how much you had missed him.

When you two finally broke from the hug he saw the tears streaming down your face and he quickly cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“Shh.. it’s okay.. I’m here now.. I’m here sweetheart..” He gently kissed your forehead, letting go of you to lead you over to the couch and pull you into his lap. You curled up against his chest with small sniffles and hiccups as he held you close.

“I- I missed you..” You hiccuped into his chest, tears still streaming down your face.

“I know you did.. but I’m here now, okay? I’m not leaving again for a long time..” He said softly, pulling you into a gentle kiss to calm you down.

Once you calmed down Georg pampered you for the rest of the night, a warm bubble bath, clean pajamas, snacks and candy galore, a movie, and most importantly, cuddles. You had curled up in his lap, his arms around you as the two of you cuddled. He was gently rubbing your back, your head burrowed in the crook of his neck and your hands gripping at his hoodie like he’d disappear if you let go.

“Schatz.. just relax.. I’m not gonna disappear.” He reassured as he combed his fingers through your hair which was still damp from the bath.

“I’m sorry.. I just really missed you..” You murmured into the crook of his neck, your grip on him loosening yet still clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Goodnight baby..” Georg whispered quietly as he kissed the top of your head, your asleep self still cradled against his warm yet oh so familiar body.

“Sweet dreams..” Georg murmured before turning off the bedside lamp, the darkness overtaking the room as he drifted to sleep as well, the two of you sleeping in each others arms, no longer lonely.

YAY! I finally finished this one, it’s been in my drafts for days since I didn’t really know how to write the ending but I’m pretty happy with it. I’ve been writing more m!reader and gn!reader recently since I’m really bad at writing fem reader. Also excuse any mistakes or bad grammar I’m really tired and a bit burnt out but I’m trying my best. Anyway, love you guys💕

Tags: @jkloserdazai @itsmealaiah @goreishgorinthgoreofshits @madzandmore

[berzatto-and-you]

For all the hard work Carmy put into the restaurant, he barely complained. Well. That wasn't quite true. He whinged about labels having torn edges, about having to show allegedly experienced chefs just how to care for the knives properl. The near enough constant bellyaching about suppliers was one that had you rolling your eyes on a regular basis. However, the one thing Carmy never mentioned or whinged about was the toll the job took on him. More specifically, his body.

You had done your research. Hell, you'd even had a short stint in a coffee shop while in college. That was nowhere near the level Carmy worked at and it had been awful for you all the same. The heat, the public, the constant hand washing, it all added up. But the worst part? How your feet had ached after a solid shift. Needless to say, you left the job as quickly as you could afford to, it really wasn't your kind of thing. More importantly, you had a sneaky suspicion that Carmy ached in unimaginable ways at the end of each day.

Not once did he mutter darkly about cuts and burns, about how the skin of his knuckles tended to split in the cold, dry air. Muscles adjusted, sure, but the body didn't get used to pain. Some days you could have sworn you saw Carmy wince as he straightened up. An idea was forming in your mind.

It wasn't easy to pull off. You could have sworn Carmy had some kind of sixth sense for when softness and gentleness was imminent. The skill with which he deflected attention would have been admirable if it wasn't infuriating. Offers of running him a warm bath were rebuffed with claims about hot water being funky at his place (it wasn't, you'd tried it out, Carmy just seemed strangely attached to having a cold shower). A shoulder rub was ruined by his inability to keep still. After two light passes over tense muscles, your hands had traced air because he'd leaned forward to grab something off the coffee table. The back massage ended before it even started when he grabbed the bottle of scented massage oil and gave it a sniff. At first you'd thought it might have clashed with his senses but then he muttered something about lavender aioli and began scanning the ingredients list. Next moment he was scribbling something in his notebook by the bed. You're fairly certain that mushrooms were involved but you didn't ask.

Determination may as well have been your middlename because you were going to make absolutely certain that Carmy got a bit of pampering. Even if it had to be done covertly and without him realising. The opportunity presented itself with laughable ease. Carmy was sprawled on the sofa, eyes heavy but sleep refused to come for him. Tapping his legs, you demanded they be lifted so you could plop down and drag his feet into your lap. A fairly standard end to the evening, nothing to set off any alarm bells in his head. Touches started slow, a hand resting on his shin, doing nothing more than just being a presence. As he didn't react, you slwoly start squeezing, fingers working the muscles of his calf. From the corner of your eye you see Carmy shift and look at his own leg but nothing comes out of his mouth. Good, that was how you intended things to happen.

Ever so gradually, the squeezes turned to rubs as you massage first one leg then the other. As your hands drift down to his feet, he recoils a little.

"Don't. Ticklish." You weren't going to tickle him, that was pretty much the exact opposite of your plans. With a firm grip, you took his ankle and pulled it back into your lap. The first pass of hard pressure over the arch of his foot had Carmy making a funny noise in his throat. It was cute, you wanted to hear more. By some miracle, Carmy didn't resist. You were allowed to work harshly over the balls of his feet, trace the arches and revel in his small twitches.

By the time you pulled the socks off, he was near enough liquid goop on the sofa. Thankfully your hand was warm as you ran the tip of your finger lightly down the length of his bare foot and he kicked a little, grumbling but not doing much else. That was all the reassurance you needed before unleashing your true intent. Grabbing one foot with both hands, you squeezed and rubbed, watching the way Carmy's face scrunched up before relaxing into something serene.

Not daring to say anything, you continue rubbing his feet, tracing his toes, all while your eyes are firmly on the TV. The odd glance you dared send his way was enough of a reward. Eyes closed, face slack and devoid of all traces of a frown, Carmy looked at peace. Eventually, when your hands were starting to ache, you paused. He took that as the opportunity to sit up, shoulder to shoulder.

"You're amazing," he murmured, looking up from under his lashes. "But also gross. Feet are disgusting."

In one fell swoop you had undone all your hard work; you lifted your hands and waved them in his face. His screech of "feet hands" Go wash them!" had you laughing too hard to breathe. You were definitely doing this again at some point.

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚 Ch.1

 Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life, if only there was a way to make it more tolerable.  

Subject: Deep! meaningful fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in upcoming chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression,  

MATURE 18+/ MISPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES

Words: 1.4k 

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader) 

Ch. 2 3 4

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                                         ****   (Side notes) ****

Mannn I miss writing so much but coming up with something can be hard. Either way I think the riddler is such a guilty pleasure. He’s technically the perfect obsessive bf. 

  Will I ever catch a break? You listened to your alarm echo above your ear, reminding you of the vague world that you must come to terms with. Much of your back seemed a bit sore from the night before serving many customers at the cafe. You slowly rolled out of bed and turned your cheap fan off that cooled your room. Almost all of your hair stuck to your neck and face from the sticky temperature throughout the night. 

       You examine your face in the bathroom mirror before turning on the shower. Much of your problems and responsibilities come pouring into your mind to remind you of what needs to be done before you leave your mom’s house for the day. 

   Ugh. 

Being the age that you are didn’t make sense to why you still lived with your mother and was working multiple jobs to pay your bills. Between trying to find a career, working and life it seemed impossible to obtain. Who knew adulting was so hard... 

The steam from the hot shower hugged your skin. You grin in envy looking at your selection of body washes and shampoos you love buying. The body wash you choose for  the day smelled like pure coconut and vanilla bean cream. You enjoy the moment of complete serenity washing over you. 

    After then, you finish showering and getting ready for your shift. You handle the morning routine of tidying up the kitchen before heading out the door. If I lived in my own place I wouldn't have to worry about any of that crap unless I wanted to. Some days weren’t meant to have routine (That’s what Edward told me anyway) and since then your life became a little bit more tolerable. 

 You start making your way to your local cafe to start your shift for the day. You’ve worked here for quite some time and couldn’t believe how much time has passed by. The glass door is stained by small hand prints and plastered posters of today’s specials. You walk in with a deep breath ready to tackle the day ahead. 

 Edward was your favorite customer, he reminded you of the sweet nerdy boys that always gave the girls the love and respect they needed. Sometimes in the morning he liked walking past the cafe just to see you before he went to his own job. He knew your schedule by heart but he didn’t suspect you to be working for the seventh day straight. No human being should ever work so many hours. It would take such a toll on his lovely girl. So this time he made it his mission to come see you to fix whatever was going on in your life. 

   Edward quietly walked toward the counter and pushed the rim of his glasses up before meeting your gaze. “ Oh I see you working again huh?” you turned the oven on behind you and adjusted the tip jar on top of the counter. You gave out a huge sigh and turned to face your customer you loved dearly. “Yeah I might as well right? Time stops for no one” you looked at how adorable he was in front of you. From his baggy plaid jacket and big puppy brown eyes. 

The sunlight had not hit the sky just yet and only you and him were in this empty store. You felt so tired and exhausted but seeing him for some reason created this bond like no other. 

 “(Y/N) are you okay?” He gently leaned his arms against the counter. The bags under your eyes showed a different story but you weren’t going to tell him that. You didn’t want to be some pity party to a man you barely knew. You didn’t respond and instead gave him a free cookie and his usual coffee. Eddie furrowed his brows and watched you walk around the counter toward him. “I promise I’m okay Eddie but I need to ask you a favor” your voice  became a little low when it came to confrontation. 

  Edward hardly had conversations like this before with you but he knew how much he truly loved you. He already knew what your life was like and anticipated the very thing you yearned to have. Independence.  His mind raced thinking of you living together, watching your every move and being able to caress your body at night knowing you belong to him. But he couldn’t do that yet with you. You  were just a potential roommate but to him you meant much more. Edward’s face grew flush realizing the perverse things he couldn’t wait to do to you. But more than anything he can finally have you to himself. And no one else. 

   “I’m all ears” he composed himself ready to hear his love bun ask the very question. 

“Have you ever considered a roommate?” you dig your eyes searching for an answer.

“I never had one but if you need somewhere to stay I would be happy to live with you” Edward knew he was such a manipulator but he didn’t care. Whatever it takes to keep you near was the very thing he lived for. How can anyone deny those luscious eyes, and soft face you greeted him with everyday? Nothing will compare to how you made him feel. 

You beamed with excitement knowing this was your chance to finally gain some momentum into your adult life. 

“Are you being forreal? Are you sure? I don’t want to force it ya know?”  you began to ramble on until Edward cupped your soft cheeks into his hands. 

  “(Y/N) it’s okay, for now on I will be the one to take care of you” Edward felt something inside himself sparked a fury of determination knowing he would always be the one to protect you and be there for you. Your eyelashes flutter realizing how close your mouth was to his. 

Edward retracted his hands back realizing what he had done. “Sorry I didn’t mean to invade your privacy-”  “Noo please don’t apologize please” you desperately wanted him to touch you back more. You never experienced what it was like to have someone who actually liked you show such affection. You caressed his rosy red cheek and softly laid your lips onto his. Edward eagerly kissed you back wanting to taste every part of your mouth. 

You break the kiss and awkwardly look the other way. “Let me give you my phone number and then we can start from there right?” Edward took his phone out and handed it over to you.

You added your phone number with an emoji next to it. “I’ll text you and then we can start from there right?” Edward realized the time on his phone but didn’t want to part ways with you yet. 

 You stood there in awe with your hands tucked in your apron. “Yeah okay” you gently reassured him. How could someone be so innocent, and pure toward you. You wanted this feeling to last, but how could you? Something like this will never last forever you thought. “I’ll be back to come see you.. uh at what time do you get off?” Edward needed to know every detail, he wanted this move to be perfect. He wanted nothing to go wrong.  “Seven. I should be done” you gave him a smile and returned to your work. He tucked his hands in his sleeve, left the door and disappeared into the working crowd. 

A few moments later your foot crinkled on a piece of paper 

  “Wha..-” you squinted down and look at a note slipped wedged between  the doorway to the kitchen.

              BE CAREFUL. LOVE IS ALWAYS BLIND.  

  You quiver just a bit but not enough to startle you. No this isn’t real. You look up and immediately crumple up the piece of paper.  that batman some freak recently has been going around Gotham sticking his nose in people’s business. Well lucky enough for you, you could care less. You toss the paper in the garbage and continue on your day. 

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to be continued soon!

[heliswife]

Hello :3 idk if you're still up for requests but can I ask for pjsk boys as your husbands (they're aged up ofc) idk its just a thought that popped in my head suddenly and now here I am sounding like a weirdo siakjakakskaoaoaiaiaia anyways ty in advance and I hope this isn't too uncomfortable to write. If it is, I would instead request for pjsk boys as college students isajiajauajaiaajauua. That's all and have a good day <3

i don't think its that uncomfortable for me, and you don't seem like a weirdo for requesting that (maybe cause I am a weirdo but still...) this was a bit hard for me to write but I hope it's good

Pjsk boys as husbands! (aged up ofc)

《♡ TOYA ♡》

○-> do NOT let him cook 📢❗🔥🔥🔥

○-> he would be great other than the cooking part tho, he cares about you a lot

○-> late night dates to fancy places, hes a rich boy 👹

《☆ TSUKASA ☆》

○-> HOUSEHUSBAND TSUKASA HOUSEHUSBAND TSUKASA

○-> He cooks for you, he cleans for you, he showers you in affection, what more could you need?

○-> he's pretty clumsy tho he once broke two plates and an arm when making dinner for you before 💀

《◇ AKITO ◇》

○-> not the best husband but not the worst either...

○-> he'll pamper you though, if he hears you mention something he'll buy it for you

○-> you guys have long car drives to nowhere sometimes and you just sit, look at the stars, and cuddle

《♤ RUI ♤》

○-> you need to help remind him fall asleep, he can stay up for days before passing out

○-> he will grab your waist randomly at times and kiss you, definitely the most romantic out of the four

○-> good luck dealing with this picky eater...

[soft-bellied-tannies]

One Year Older and Another Size Up

I'm back with Jimin's birthday fic...finally! Thank you for your patience and kindness! I'm grateful for all the people who checked in and sent well wishes. I actually only had bad weather on Friday and Saturday, thankfully passing without too many problems. I then unfortunately had some technical difficulties and one of my stories got reported so I had to resolve that before I could post. But we're good now!

So, a few days late and a little stress later - here is my Jimin birthday story. Hopefully, I'll get back to the Chubtober prompts starting tomorrow! <3

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Jimin had honestly not expected to wake up alone on his birthday. He would be the first to admit that he is spoiled by his pack, especially as the only omega, but it was strange that he didn’t have a clingy Tae or an excited Jungkook plastered against his side. 

After taking a few minutes to get his bearings, Jimin realized that a considerable amount of noise was coming from their kitchen. He sat up and stretched a bit, listening for any hints of what his pack was setting up for him but heard nothing aside from quiet bickering. 

Quickly moving through his morning routine, Jimin tugged on his silk robe and tied it around his waist as he made his way out to the kitchen. It likely would be surprising to people that a pack of college mates lived as domestically as they did, but knowing who your mates are by the first year of high school makes that easy. 

Jimin stood at the edge of the room, watching his pack hustle around to finish setting everything up with a fond smile on his face. His mates had clearly prepared every single one of his favorite breakfast foods, unsurprising but appreciated. 

It was never directly addressed, but Jimin knew that his mates had a motivated interest in pampering him as their pack omega and the physical effects of that treatment seemed to be a source of their pride and attraction as well. 

Plump omegas were a sign of a healthy pack and Jimin knew that he more than fulfilled that image. On most days, it was a lot of scenting and cuddling with his mates regularly checking in, walking him to class, and ensuring that he ate all his meals. 

However, on a day like his birthday, Jimin knew that he was in for the pampering of a lifetime. He would not be hungry, unscented, or lonely all day and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about that. 

“Good morning, my loves,” Jimin finally said, breaking the chaotic state of his pack preparing for his special breakfast. He couldn’t help but laugh as they all turned to him wide-eyed, somehow not realizing that he had joined them. 

After a beat of silence, everyone seemed to jump into action with a chorus of “Happy Birthday” ringing out through the house. Jimin’s laugh grew louder as various arms wrapped around him in tight embraces. 

Before he was sat down in front of an impressively high-piled plate, Jimin received all his morning affection - a little extra from each of them considering the celebration. Jin was the last to greet him, holding him a little longer and whispering all the sweet words he could muster while Yoongi somehow managed to add even more to their omega’s large serving of breakfast. 

As meals like that tend to be, Jimin’s morning seemed to be a blur. He ate with no hesitation, grateful for a pack that cared for him so well and appreciative for a body that showed it. His mates talked about their plans for the day and shared their words of love and appreciation for Jimin.

Nearing the last few bites on his plate, Jimin loosened the tie on his robe - reminding himself how silly it was to knot it tightly around his soft waist. He had been in that position many times before and knew better than to limit his stomach space to grow. 

While he wasn’t slim by any means, Jimin had always been more bottom-heavy with his weight. He also knew that his appetite had grown with his size thanks to his mates and that his not-as-prominent tummy became much more noticeably round whenever he was presented with Jin and Yoongi’s delicious food. 

Jimin just giggled at the smirk on Jin’s face; the beta always seemed to catch the omega’s moments of needing to adjust whatever he was wearing while eating. With less tension on his stomach, Jimin finished his breakfast and a couple more bites that he was offered as he tried to leave the table and get ready for the day. 

As it was his birthday, Jimin had a very specific outfit in mind - his favorite lavender skirt and black knit cardigan with flowers. He loved his wardrobe as most were gifts from Taehyung and Hoseok, but those two items, in particular, were his go-to for special days. 

With the help of his white bodysuit, the pretty skirt still had a little give, meaning his big breakfast hadn’t been too big. Jimin certainly had clothes that could no longer accommodate a full day, fitting snugly on an empty stomach with no chance of making it through his meals. 

After styling his hair and finishing the last touches on his makeup, Jimin did a little twirl for himself in the mirror and loved the way he looked. He knew some omegas didn’t love the natural weight that came with mating, but Jimin liked knowing that his pack’s love and affection were evident every day. 

Thursday was the one day when all seven of them had a morning class so Jimin got to walk to campus with his entire pack. Namjoon insisted on stopping by the nearby coffee shop to get him a frappe and his favorite chocolate croissant as if they hadn’t just eaten a massive meal, but the omega would never turn them down. 

Jimin ate and drank as they walked, excitedly talking about building a big nest in the living room and watching ‘The Notebook’ for their evening plans. He finished his croissant and accepted the last few bites of Taehyung’s as the alpha claimed it was a gesture of love the omega could not turn down. 

Jimin felt the presence of his growing-tighter skirt waistband after the ‘dessert’ to his barely digested breakfast as the pack led him to his Creative Writing class and dropped him off with promises of a midday lunch at Jimin’s favorite campus cafe afterward. He sipped on his water throughout the class and hoped that his first meal of the day would be fully digested before they sat down for lunch. 

His class went by quickly, accepting some kind birthday wishes from a few friends and even a cookie from Taemin that Jimin definitely should have saved instead of eating it during class. Knowing that he had an extra thirty minutes before the others were out of class, Jimin decided to take a little walk. 

Making a few laps around the quad, Jimin was hoping to gain some more space for lunch. He knew his mates would once again get all his favorites for their second birthday meal of the day and the last thing he wanted was to tap out of eating or break out of his skirt. 

Yoongi and Namjoon’s music production class ended early and walked Jimin to the cafe, deciding to get a table and at least order drinks before the others arrived. Somehow, Jimin was convinced to get a milkshake even though he had just had a frappe a few hours earlier and it was lunchtime, but Yoongi reasoned that it was his birthday and he deserved it. 

The others approached the table soon after, Jungkook setting down a large taro boba tea in front of Jimin who was already drinking his salted caramel milkshake. The omega’s eyes widened, but he also would never turn down their sweet gestures or a boba tea. 

Jimin wasn’t even focused on what was ordered, knowing his pack would pick all his favorite dishes anyway. He instead listened to Taehyung’s story about the drama in his and Jin’s acting class while he finished his milkshake and moved on to his boba tea. 

Mindlessly drinking while listening to his mates talk hadn’t been Jimin’s best choice as he was feeling quite full and sloshy when their food arrived. He had managed to finish the entire milkshake, over half the boba tea, and the Diet Coke he initially ordered before being handed a bowl of spicy jajangmyeon and an order of dumplings just for him. 

Against his better judgment, Jimin decided that the heavy carbs might help fill his stomach more substantially than the large amount of liquid already weighing him down. He ate his noodles enthusiastically, finishing his boba tea and his Diet Coke refill not once but twice to combat the spice. 

Jimin felt inappropriately full for early afternoon, but he also felt thoroughly and deeply loved with all the intentional decisions from his pack. On top of all those feelings, Jimin was ready for a nap and maybe a more comfortable outfit. 

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Jimin immediately saw the burden on his waistband as soon as he crossed in front of the mirror. It looked as if he was a few bites away from splitting the fabric right at the seams. 

After a struggle to undo the creaking clasp, Jimin took in the most satisfying deep breath that expanded his stomach well beyond what his skirt allowed him before. The zipper put up a fight of its own as he forced it down to take all pressure off his sensitive middle. 

Taking some time to breathe and fix his hair since he was there allowed Jimin to relax and start digesting. He stood in front of the mirror with his skirt undone until the door swung open and another omega stepped inside the bathroom. Jimin ducked into the first open stall so he could reclasp his skirt in privacy. 

However, it was not that easy. 

As soon as Jimin gave his stomach more room to breathe, his body had no intention of stuffing itself back into his skirt. Sucking in as much as possible a few times while leaning up against the wall finally allowed him to latch the clasp. Zipping it back, though, was definitely not going to happen. 

Jimin tried to hide the fact that he was breathing heavily as he walked back out to the mirror, taking a look at how obvious his unzipped skirt was. He ignored the blush high on his cheeks as he avoided the eyes of the omega washing her hands. Jimin waited for her to leave before stepping back and looking at how noticeable the zipper was without hiding it. 

Normally Jimin wouldn’t mind the need to make some room for his bloated stomach, but it wasn’t often that they were out in public when this happened. He intentionally wrapped his cardigan around him tightly to cover his side, praying that the clasp held firm until they got back home. 

As he returned to the table, his pack looked up at him with confused expressions - likely due to the fact that he was gone for a while and that he was hiding himself under his sweater which was not like Jimin at all. 

Namjoon opened his arm, offering Jimin to sit on his lap as a gesture of comfort, but Jimin simply shook his head. The omega knew that if he sat down now, he had no chance of getting home with the skirt in tact. 

“Can we go?” Jimin asked quietly, a bit anxious which was odd. 

“Everything okay, baby?” Jin asked in reply, concerned that something happened in the omega’s time away from the table. 

Jimin looked around a few times before pulling back his sweater to reveal his zipper. “It won’t be okay if I even take a deep breath at this point so let’s please go,” he replied quietly and then tugged his cardigan back around him. 

A moment of silence passed before his mates burst into laughter, only further endeared by Jimin’s embarrassed smile and pink cheeks. They all stood while continuing to laugh, a few placing gentle kisses on Jimin’s cheeks and forehead. Jungkook offered to take the omega’s bag as well as they left the restaurant. 

As they walked, Jimin felt the pull of the fabric and continued silently hoping that nothing happened to split the clasp open. He was caught up in his head until Taehyung wrapped around his back, matching his steps. 

“It’s fine, Min. No one can tell,” the alpha whispered in his ear, hands gently resting on Jimin’s bloated middle. “Honestly, babe, I don’t think you’ll lose this skirt even if the clasp breaks anyway.” 

“Hey!” Jimin cut back, unable to hide his giggle as he leaned into the teasing alpha’s chest. His mates all joined in laughing, having heard Taehyung’s remark. 

Jin picked up the pace to walk beside them and pinched the omega’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. You can change when we get back and relax. We wouldn’t want you to split your favorite skirt.” 

Jimin’s entire body warmed up with embarrassment but also love from Jin’s words. He knew it was only a matter of time before he outgrew his favorite outfits with the way the pack was feeding him, but he also knew they would find him equally cute clothes. 

Yoongi and Hoseok assumed that his silent consideration was Jimin thinking about losing his favorite clothing, leading Hoseok to comfort him. “We can always find a tailor or get you a new skirt for your birthday next year, Minnie. I know you love that one.”

Before Jimin could respond, Taehyung jiggled his full stomach from behind and kissed his cheek. “Hmm, this one isn’t making it to next year, Hobi. Maybe new skirts for Christmas,” the alpha teased again. 

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Kim Taehyung!” 

There was another beat of silence until the pack burst into laughter yet again; Jimin leaning his weight into the alpha’s chest as he joined in. He certainly wasn’t bothered by the teasing, especially when it was true and he loved that it was in response to the proof of their pampering on his body. 

They laughed as they walked until Jimin stopped, feeling a snap at his side. The omega pulled Taehyung’s arm back and slipped the fabric of his cardigan away to look at his skirt - clasp now long gone, having snapped under the mixed pressure of his stuffed belly and joyous laughter. 

A deep red tinge filled Jimin’s cheeks as he saw the remnants of his skirt’s clasp flared open on his side, the fabric not having moved an inch without the clasp that he thought was his saving grace to get home. 

Taehyung smirked again and encouraged Jimin to keep walking. “See, birthday boy, I knew you had nothing to worry about.” 

Jimin groaned again with a faux pout as his pack laughed at the continued teasing. He never thought he’d say ruining his favorite skirt would be the highlight of his birthday, but his mates’ love for him proves itself every day.

[danganphobia]

I’m going to talk about college au laishuro’s first time headcanons (with trans!toshiro, heads up) see under the cut tho cause they get 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

-when they first start dating they’re actually pretty slow when it comes to taking it past first base

-laios is super careful and doesn’t want to accidentally fuck up and toshiro’s just extremely paranoid about going too fast but he gets nervous when they go just a little bit too far so laios would stop, toshiro’s not quite ready for third base yet but he’s more confident to do other things because laios is so patient with him, just wants toshiro to be more direct and tell laios what he wants

-they’ve done some frotting/dry humping a few times while making out, they really enjoyed it, especially toshiro because they didn’t have to take all their clothes off but still got to get off anyway

-one night at toshiro’s dorm, when they have it to themselves, they get to making out again and it gets heated, but laios stops and whispers, “show me,” and toshiro’s like “what?” as laios peppers kisses on his neck and touches him (id imagine bc laios is staying over toshiro has something of his on, if you know what I mean)

-laios laughs and asks “I wanna see how you touch yourself”

-at first, toshiro panics, then laios covers toshiro’s hand on his chest and presses it there so toshiro could feel how fast his heart is beating, just to show he’s nervous too, and they keep kissing before toshiro nods and agrees to it

-he’s obviously touched himself before, but I like to think in this au he’s a virgin (he’s gone on dates and stuff but wormed his way out of anything intense because he just isn’t good with the dating scene)

-so laios takes toshiro’s two fingers and puts it in his mouth to wet them, then toshiro slides a hand between his legs and starts touching himself

-his face is burning hot and laios is super focused on toshiro’s hands and how they’re moving, not taking his eyes off them for a single second in case he’d miss anything

-toshiro actually finds that super fucking hot, that, and the fact that being watched gets him off too, and it’s turning laios on as well. He kisses toshiro again, whispering “yeah, just like that, baby,” and toshiro whines - as laios just unleashed something else within him that he really really likes

-laios takes control and replaces toshiro’s fingers with his, he knows where to find it, he’s analyzed every single hand movement and toshiro wraps his arms around laios’ shoulders, clinging onto him so tight

-laios laughs and tells toshiro “relax for me, open up” and toshiro realizes he’s clamping his thighs together making it hard for laios to keep touching him, so he spreads his legs and loosens up, and laios smiles and says “good” and keeps going, going a bit faster

-nothing better than a good mutual masturbation session, toshiro saying he wants to touch laios too and laios brings toshiro’s hand down his sweats to touch him, not only is he huge but it feels so warm, twitching in toshiro’s hand, and he experimentally moves it on Laios’ command, judging by his breaths, Toshiro could tell he’s doing something right

-so they’re getting each other off on Toshiro’s bed, kissing and touching each other. The room is scorching hot, they’re sweaty all over, Toshiro can barely focus on touching Laios anymore because he’s wicked good with using his fingers

-something in laios snaps and he pins them down on the bed, spreading toshiro’s thighs and fingering him eagerly, lifting his shirt to mouth at toshiro’s chest until toshiro is cumming so hard he screams

-the whole time laios is pampering him through it, and yes, toshiro lets laios shoot his load all over his chest and face :)

[scepterno]

Oh my god I love nsfw with acc feelings in it it makes it so real and meaningful icl

I remember reading one where Alejandro was insanely focused on Noah and like to get handsy and describe every part he loved ab him😭 Alejandro when he’s not playing in TD is so different towards people (if he wasn’t attracted to Heather he’d be attracted to Noah?? Or something like that I remember seeing it) but yeah Noah felt so safe with him and wasn’t at all nervous to say no to things in the fic it was so sweet☹️

I haven't read any nsfw fics of alenoah simply because.. erm...... i do not enjoy a lot of alenoah fics in general.. i cannot shake the feeling that most are written by teens so i just tend to avoid them by virtue of not wanting to read some high schooler's fanfic. i am a stickler about proper grammer, syntax, rhythm and beats, or what have you. *pushes up glasses* i am a scholar in STEM at heart. do not let the art degree fool you! when you get older and go to college you tend to...................................... now, i don't mean to be rude, but you tend to refine your tastes in literature, aka silly gay fanfics in the internet.

i just cannot bring myself to sit through more than 2 sentences of a fic if there's not proper punctuation or grammar. (also you can sort of tell when a fic is written by someone young or inexperienced, which, you know, power to them! you cant get better if you dont suck first! but that does not. mean. i will subject myself to Suck) i simply cannot. it hurts my bones.

that was a totally unrelated tangent. WOOPS. sourry 'bout that, mate.

what you're thinking of is the reddit AMA with alejandro's original voice actor where someone asked if they could see alejandro being attracted to anyone other than Heather, using Noah as an example, and he agreed. (they kind of led him into that one, so i take it with a grain of salt, but celebrate nonetheless)

i personally cannNNNAWWWWTTTT see Noah as submissive in a sexual situation with alejandro. with someone like Emma? yeah. sure. vaporize that stupid twink. but with alejandro, who brings out the competitive, spiky side to Noah??? i cant see him assuming the submissive role. maybe he likes to get pampered and Pillow Princess'd once in a while (he is VERY lazy to his core, after all).

i do find it interesting how most people tend to agree that alejandro would be a much better person as soon as he's no longer on reality television. although, i suppose that applies to most characters, especially the villains.

i personally still think that alejandro has a nasty side, since he wasn't ALLOWED to have a nasty side around his family (or he'd get a beating). being on total drama let him have fun with being a complete asshole, which is not something he was ever allowed to do before then, because he's supposed to be perfect! and suave! and a gentleman! Chris hired him to be a dirtbag, so he played the part and had a blast doing it (until it bit him in the ass)

i do regret not being able to show alejandro's Nasty Side more in my fic, but i dont' really think there was room for it given how hard he was trying to redeem himself both in his family's eyes, as well as Noah's. once he and Noah are more comfortable with each other, Alejandro definitely allows himself to be let loose a bit and forego the manners. he truly DOES admire that Noah isn't a pushover, because he considers himself one and wishes, deep down, that he wasn't so compelled to be a people pleaser. there is a subconscious filter in his brain that keeps him generally polite, just because it's been drilled into him by his family (diplomatic and strict, cough cough) that being undesirable or off-putting is something to be punished for.

EGADS, it appears I have allowed myself to ramble again, so I'll cut it off here. sorry for using your fairly straightforward message as a means of info-dumping. 'tis the turn of the tide, or what have you.

じゃね~~~~!!!

[2qties]

Watch your back; Chapter one: A "productive" Day

Tumblr and I are gonna have sum problems if this shi continues to not let me post stuff.

anyways it's me, 🎀 and I'm posting this because I kinda missed Reo's birthday sooo...

Chapter 1:

Reo shot up from his position covered in sweat and panting like he ran a marathon. “.. What a strange dream that was..” He muttered to himself as he caught his breath. Today was the day he would move from his parents house. The Mikages’ residence was nice and all but  he couldn’t stay there forever. His parents had chosen the house (Of course they did…) , it was a very secure and quiet area in the countryside (They wanted him to suffer much more than he already does, he supposed.) and on top of that, it would be far away from his friends who lived in the city. Though, he would probably have to thank his parents for taking care of the rent and so on and so forth. He slowly stood up from his bed, the nightmare he had suddenly gone with the water trickling down the window. Great, it’s raining, not that he particularly dislikes it when it rains but it’s definitely preferred on days that aren’t like this one.  He silently walked to the bathroom. While brushing his teeth, he thought about what the house would be like. He wasn’t actually able to see what the house looked like but he heard from Ba Ya that she had added a garden so Reo could occasionally go out and pick the fruits she had planted. While washing his face he stole a glance and looked at himself in the mirror, He looked… different. Not that he wasn’t because he was a 19 year old college student but he couldn’t necessarily point out what the difference actually was. He had started to note the things that have changed during the past few years appearance-wise. His hair’s longer than how it was in high school, about 3-4 inches more; His features are sharper but also softer in a way, his eyes are a bit duller (Probably due to how boring life has been since he had started to listen to his fathers every command.) , his skin is clearer due to the expensive skin care and facial massages, his bangs  are longer too. He really didn’t pay much attention to his appearance to notice the changes before even when he made sure his hair was perfectly kept and he pampered his body to look like a sparkling diamond amongst the simple rocks. He took a step back and admired his figure a while more before tossing his clothes to the side to take a quick shower. 

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He stepped down stairs and walked to the kitchen. His chef was there, cooking a meal for Reo already. He always had an exact time where he would wake up and do his routine, another boring part of life he thought. “Young master Reo, your breakfast is ready.” The chef announced as Reo sat in his comically expensive dining chair. The lady put the plate in front of him and he bowed his head in a way of saying thanks, he wasn’t in the mood to talk. She bowed and walked off. He ate in complete silence because did he really have a choice? Sitting at the dining table all alone didn’t leave many options available. He ate his food slowly ( “Don’t rush, it isn’t polite” , his father told him.) He very much was not in the mood to eat but he needed some form of nutrients to go on with the day. When he finished he went to the kitchen and left the dishes in the sink for the maid to wash. This morning was relatively uneventful and extremely monotonous, until it wasn’t. He had gotten a text message from the group chat he and his friends from university had shared. 

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How are we surviving uni??

Meguru: REO!! Reo youre moving today right?

 Reo: It’s You’re* and yes I am

Meguru: Whatevs (ﾟヮﾟ)  and also me and the others decided to get you a house warming gift!!! We’re at the Uni right now!!

Reo: Oh, That’s nice of you guys.

Hyoma: We were supposed to tell him together, bachira.

Meguru: Oops (｀ε´)

Yoichi: Oh well, it doesn’t matter. REO we’re gonna miss you!

Reo: Haha, thanks that makes me feel happy

Hyoma: Of course we’d miss you? You think we wouldn’t?

Reo: No, but I like the thought of you guys caring ig

Meguru: OF COURSE WE CARE!!

Reo: Ah! I have to go, Ba ya’s driving me to the house, ttyl!

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Reo closed his phone and walked towards the front door. He stepped out and shaded his eyes from the sun. It had stopped raining while he texted his friends. He looked around and saw as the familiar white limo pulled up beside the sidewalk and an unforgettable face appeared in his vision. “Young Master Reo, the limo’s ready for you.” She said in her calm voice. He nodded as she opened the door for him to climb inside. He sat in the car silently as he watched the trees pass by before something clicked in his brain. He tapped at the black screen that separates the driver from the passenger. “Yes, Young master Reo?” She asked. “Can you drive me to the University? My friends have a gift for me. A house warming gift.” He added the last part for more context. With a nod, she started to drive to the University campus. After that quick exchange, the drive there was rather silent. Reo went back to staring out the window until he saw the usual place he goes to often. The car goes to a stop and he steps out of the car. “Thank you Ba ya, I’ll be quick.” After reassuring her he sped walk to the place on campus where the group commonly hung out at. At the wooden table he was met with the familiar idle chatter of his friends. “Ah! Reo, there you are!” Bachira ran up to him and gave him a tight hug which would most likely bruise his ribs later on. “Hi Bachira..” he said, almost winded. Isagi and Chigiri went up to him and gave him a wave. Isagi was able to pry Bachira off of Reo before he suffocated from how much air he lost. Chigiri had gone to go get the gift and placed it in his arms; a big white box wrapped beautifully with a violet ribbon and a note attached to the end with string. “..Aww, guys.. This is so sweet. Thanks so much!” He held the box close to his chest and then smiled at them warmly. “We’re gonna miss you but we could always plan a visit or a time to hang out, okay?” Isagi gave him a light pat on his shoulder and Chigiri nodded at Isagi’s statement. Chigiri was closest to Reo, he was one of Reo’s first real friends. They met in high school in their first years. “I have to go but we can call once I arrive at the house. Thanks  again for the gift!” He waved goodbye and ran back to his car. Ba ya stood outside, waiting for him to return. He gave her a wave, his mood suddenly much lighter than before when he woke up that morning. He sat in the limo smiling to himself the rest of the way. The drive was around 3 hours and it was 5 in the afternoon when they arrived. He stepped out of the car and looked at the house in front of him. Wow this is gonna be a blast… 

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OKI!!! I listened to Mitski while writing this because the inner demons told me too. That's it for now, Happy late birthday my pookie wookie cutie patootie Reo!!!! 💜💜💜