#reminds him of someone...... maybe he has a type

[melosliving]

heyy !! could you write a blurb of kelvin’s reaction to reader getting his initials on her nails?? like maybe it’s their wedding day or soon to be? and he’s all proud like “yup that’s my wife” or smth ???

Let me cook 😎 I hope you’ll like it !!!!

Kelvin harrison jr x wife!reder

wifey thingz

You sit in the dressing room, hands resting on your lap, nerves thrumming just beneath your skin. The fabric of your wedding dress feels impossibly soft, the weight of the moment settling over you like a warm embrace. The day has been a whirlwind, a rush of last-minute touches, family laughter, and excited whispers. But now, in this quiet moment, your heart beats steady and sure.

Kelvin knocks once before stepping in, his smile widening the second he sees you. “Damn,” he exhales, shaking his head. “Look at you.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest spreads anyway. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

“Couldn’t help myself but wanting to see my future wifey,” he admits, stepping closer. His fingers trail lightly along your arm before he catches your hands in his. His gaze drops, and he stills.

“Wait, hold up,” he says, turning your hand slightly, eyes narrowing. “Are those my initials on your nails?” You bite your lip, trying not to grin. “Is it ? I don’t know, let’s look together and find out.” You say sarcastically, playing dumb.

He tilts his head, lips parting in quiet wonder before his face breaks into a slow, proud smile. “Nah, you didn’t.”

“sure did,” you tease, wiggling your fingers slightly. The letters stand out—small, delicate, but undeniably there. His initials, painted onto your ring finger, just beside the diamond he placed there.

Kelvin chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, you really my wife for real now.” You laugh as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the tiny letters. “I’ve been your wife,” you remind him. “This is just extra.”

“Extra as hell,” he agrees, but the way he looks at you is nothing but soft admiration. “And I love it.”

He kisses you then, slow and lingering, a promise pressed against your lips. And for a moment, there is nothing but the two of you, wrapped in the certainty of forever.

"Go before someone sees you," you say, caressing his jaw softly.

"Girl don’t nobody will-"

"I know I’m not hearing Kelvin’s voice in here !" You hear your sister say as you looked in Kelvin’s eyes, slapping the back of his head with an "I told your ass not to come in here" type of look.

But yeah, you’re a wife now.

@ melosliving 2025

[utopiastri]

Put That Guy in a SituationTM - look something about Landoscar in a 20/32 type situation has me hooked….trying to not let others on to their predicament, maybe it’s a bit embarrassing how it happened 🤔

hi anon!!! thank you for the prompt! i went a smidge away from my usual cutesy fluff for this one - your suggestion of embarrassment really sparked something in my brain, even if i took it in a slightly different direction. i hope you enjoy!!!

(prompt list here)

“Look, we just gotta act natural,” Lando says.

Or, well, Lando-as-Oscar says, because it sounds like Oscar’s voice and it’s Oscar’s mouth that’s moving, but it’s Lando that’s actually saying the words and–

Lando-in-Oscar’s-body huffs. “You’re having a crisis again aren’t you?”

“You know it’s weirder of you to be 100% ok with this.”

“It’s a body swap curse, mate, it’s not rocket science.”

Oscar runs a hand through his hair and cringes at the uncanny feeling of there being someone else’s hair on top of his head. “I understand the concept, Lando, what I’m struggling with is everything else related to it like, I don't know, how the fuck this happened."

“I don’t know. Do you reckon we need to have sex to break the curse?”

“What?” Oscar squawks, “Why would we need to have sex to break the curse?”

Lando flushes. “I dunno. Just felt like the right solution.”

“Based on what?”

Lando mumbles something about seeing it online once and Oscar chooses to ask no more follow-up questions lest Lando tells him he learnt about it from some random porn he watched once. He heaves a sigh.

“Listen, like you said, we should just act normal. This whole thing is,” Oscar pauses to search for the right word, “Strange. And I’d really rather not bring anyone else into it to begin with.”

“Agreed,” Lando says before adding, “Hey, if we’re still like this for the race tomorrow and I win but in your body, does that mean you get the points?” Oscar glares at him and Lando pouts. “It’s a genuine question!” he whines.

Oscar’s about to point out they have bigger things to focus on than the effects of this on a race when Jon sticks his head into the room.

“Debrief in five, guys.”

“Sounds good, mate,” Lando says, in an accent no human being has ever used before.

Jon blinks at him. He turns to look at Oscar. Or, rather, he turns to look at Oscar who he thinks is Lando. Oscar smiles weakly.

“He’s, uh, trying to do an impression of me doing an Australian impression," Oscar lies, hoping it sounds vaguely believable.

“Oi!” Lando says, “My Australian accent’s mint.”

“Yes, Oscar,” Oscar says pointedly, “Your Australian accent would be mint because you are from Australia.”

Lando's eyes light up in realisation and he starts nodding furiously. “Right, yep, what he said, exactly.”

Jon blinks at both of them this time. He sighs.

“If you two are doing roleplay, I don’t want to hear about it.” Lando and Oscar both start spluttering, but Jon keeps on talking over both of them. “Just be on time for debrief.”

With Jon gone, Oscar breathes a sigh of relief. Or he starts to, until Lando pipes up.

“I still reckon us having sex will fix it.”

Oscar reminds himself that if he kills Lando right now, he’s possibly going to do irreparable damage to his own body.

The thought’s still tempting.

“Is there a particular reason you’re so desperate to have sex with yourself?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

Lando clearly wasn't expecting that question because he freezes. Oscar’s always hated how easily he flushes but right now, watching it brutally incriminate Lando, he can’t help but be grateful for it.

“I’m not fucking desperate to have sex with myself.” He doesn't sound like he's lying, but the blush on his face suggests he's not telling the whole truth.

Maybe…

His eyebrows raise. “So you’re only desperate to have sex with me then?”

Lando looks up at Oscar, eyes wide. He swallows.

Got you, Oscar thinks to himself.

[loveandleases]

In a zombie apocalypse, in the style of The Last Of Us, would the Ros manage to survive like in this world, would they give their lives to protect Mc?

I think all of them would give their lives to protect MC. I'm not including Jade in that of course.

❤️ Cam - He would become very resourceful, he's stil hotheaded in his ways, but he is also more cautious of what's going on. Who can and can't be trusted. He'll likely have a few close calls, but I think he would survive. (until much much later and be killed off in a heartbreaking way. but i would never do that so.)

💙 G - They try their best to hide their emotions, how everything is falling apart around them and it only worsens their mood. They would definitely be putting their medical knowledge to good use. Their would be more noticeable cracks in the mask they wear, chipped away by the horror that is now their life. And they would be more honest with themselves and their feelings, because their time is so limited.

💚 Kara - I could see her using her charm to get by, which in her opinion is wasteful of her time and her energy. But if it keeps them safe, then she would have no problem with it. She can be cunning, and I think this would be the perfect time for her to show it. Her dominating personality would really push her to take action, and maybe even cause her to bump head with others.

💛 M - They will pull out some serious zombie knowledge. From the B rated movies they loved before, to anime/manga even games. M really tries to make things make sense. Honestly this spurns their creativity and that is something that would become a bit of a crutch for them, a form of escape. But escaping isn't something they have the time to do, they have to come to terms with whats happening. It would be a trying time for M, and MC would have to help them through it. M isn't always happy-go-lucky. They've dealt with horrible situations before. This is just another facet of that, and they would deal with it. And become someone that MC could really depend on.

💜 Isaac - Death they know oh too well. It's already shaped them in ways they've still not dealt with. (certain spoiler things about Isaac would come in helpful navigating this new life) Isaac would constantly be worried about MC. Especially when they've come to terms with their feelings. To the point they would make some dumb choices that could cost them their life. But if it means MC is safe... then it's a cost Isaac would pay ten-fold. They would be really good at bartering, and likely become a runner. Dangerous but the pay is good. It at least gives them some stability. There isn't one decision he makes that doesn't take MC into consideration.

🖤 Ardent - (this idiot would get himself killed because he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.) The good thing about him, he paints a very dominating image. One that many would think twice about trying to take advantage of. Not to mention the way he talks, with bite to his words, Ardent makes more enemies than friends. But that's fine, because friends close, enemies closer. This way, he knows who to suspect. I think he would likely lose Cupid, not because she dies but because he wants her safe, and Ardent knows its not safe to be with him in the city. That would really break him. Which means it's a good thing he has MC. Ardent would be the type to push others away, thinking it's for their safety, but MC would be the one to remind him that they’re capable of making their own choices and don’t need him to shield them from everything.

[im-a-mess-of-a-person]

more headcanons

still having thoughts oopsies.

james reallyyy wants to be able to play guitar and he’s tried so much but he really just can’t get it

sirius is able to pick it up in a few days

peter always has everything anyone could ever need in his bag

it’s so random too like he’s just out here with a lint roller and bobby pins and a nail file and ten different types of painkillers for what??

andromeda has very few friends; she doesn’t like most of the slytherins and most of the other houses don’t like her

alice was always very nice to her though

(totally nothing to do with her having a huge crush on andy’s sister😅😅)

barty loves taking hot baths (bonus points if evan joins him)

severus only ever wears his school robes. like even on free days he’s always in uniform

regulus enjoys reading muggle classics (certified shakespeare hater though)

regulus and sirius both have very slim waists idk maybe it runs in the family

james and remus quite enjoy this (respectively)

remus LOVES fuzzy socks

his hands and feet are always cold so he kind of needs them

there’s nothing sirius hates more than being called by his full name

barty too. it makes his skin crawl if someone calls him “junior”

for both of them it’s a reminder of everything they hate

james is the most obnoxious person when he has caffeine

evan is a really good baker??

every single one of them would love the 1975 (ik that’s not the right time but like if it was yk)

sirius and regulus are both lactose intolerant

sirius ignores this and eats whatever tf he wants

regulus is very careful to avoid all dairy

marlene dyes the under-layer of her hair a different color every few months

pink is her favorite surprisingly

it may be because dorcas is particularly obsessed with it

sirius and lily bond over sibling struggles

regulus and marlene are oddly tense around each other for like the first five months of her dating dorcas

mary plays the piano, she and regulus lowkey bond over it

james and dorcas go on runs together sometimes

james looooves when regulus reads to him

[lovelyjuju]

i have arrived to req what nico would be like as a bf pls and ty 🫶🏻

YAY WE LOVE BF NICO!!

okay okay let's start with the very obvious: fashion. given his passion for fashion, bf!nicholas would for sure love to go shopping with you (needless to say, you would defs get pretty, matchy outfits, too)

i also feel like, besides clothes, he'd love to get other small matching items with you, such as keychains, jewelry, or maybe phone cases? it would just always remind him of how you're his, even when you're apart.

i think he'd absolutely love little photoshoots with you, too (read: ootd pics are a must). not only would you trust you to take the perfect photos for him, he'd definitely love taking pictures of you and he's absolutely the type to hype you up when he does :(

another very obvious thing about nicholas, and yes i've mentioned this before, but bro is soo sleepy. while i think he does stay up late, he for sure would never wake up early unless he really, really has to. that being said, i feel like he'd be super pouty and grumpy in the morning. somewhat cute but then again murmuring something about being too tired in his raspy voice that just sends goosebumps down your spine even if you've heard it a hundred of times? yes.

since he just recently mentioned it again; he's 100% the type to play with your hair until he falls asleep :(

seems like the kind of person to really enjoy holding you close in his sleep, not only for you to feel warm, comfortable and safe, but because let's not lie, he does give off protective (possesive) vibes?

he'd definitely not have it if someone else were to be too close to you. would neither accept anyone trying literally anything with you, nor others speaking only the hint of a bad word about you. like, he would literally not even need to say a word – just glaring at them would be enough to shut them up.

also also one last thing (very important) : since nicholas has been hitting the gym lately, i think he would definitely show off his progress. would either genuinely prove how he's been working out his arms, chest and back or would goofily square up 😭 either way, who would not fold? (cause i would)

[glamourscat]

KUROKO HEADCANONS

i am two days late, I know. but here’s Kuroko’s bday post! Some fluff relationship hcs for my favourite character in knb 🩵

Kuroko is a rather silent, invisible presence. To most people, he’s merely a shadow, slipping in and out of spaces unnoticed. So, if he were to fall for someone, it would have to be someone he’s truly close to. Someone who sees him in a way no one else does. His type is “gentle and kind people,” which means this is definitely a friends-to-lovers kind of love.

Maybe you’re the one who always notices him first. The one who spots him in a crowded room before anyone else even realizes he’s there.

It’s the way he realizes he loves you after months of friendship out of pure coincidence. Perhaps he had a bad day at practice or an argument with Kagami and all he wanted was to disappear for a while. To be alone. And he almost succeeded… but you still found him. You always do. Even in the most unexpected places.

“How did you find me?” he asks, his voice as quiet and even as ever. He sits with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped loosely around them, his chin resting on top.

“How did I find you?” you echo, eyes soft yet twinkling with amusement. “A magician never reveals their secrets.” Your teasing lilt, the gentle curve of your lips, makes the smallest of smiles form on his lips. One he doesn’t even try to hide.

The way Kuroko loves is quiet, subtle, just like him. It’s in the little things, the details he never misses. The way he always notices what you like, silently making note of it. The way he seeks you out in a room, even if he never makes it obvious. The way he sits beside you, fingers twitching with the subconscious urge to reach out.

It’s in his eyes, how they light up just a little when you’re near, enough for his friends to notice even if he remains composed. It’s in the way his dog has become completely obsessed with you, always wanting to be close, nudging his head against your palm. And if Tetsuya #2 approves, then maybe… this is meant to be.

But who confesses first?

He waits, observing, trying to understand if you feel the same. But at some point, his heart starts to ache with the thought that maybe you don’t. Maybe this quiet thing between you is only something he has imagined.

And then there’s you. You don’t need words to see how Kuroko feels, but maybe, just maybe, he needs to hear it. So you decide to show up at one of his games, something you’ve never done before.

He notices you instantly. Even in the sea of cheering people, you stand out to him. His normally steady hands falter for just a moment as he grips the ball. He wasn’t expecting you to come. He never told you the time, never reminded you of the match. And yet, there you are.

After the game, as the crowd thins out, you wait for him outside the gym. He steps toward you, his usual unreadable expression in place except for his eyes. They are searching, questioning.

“You came,” he says softly.

“Of course I did,” you reply, shifting on your feet. “I wanted to see you play.”

There’s a brief silence before he speaks again. “You could have told me.”

“Would it have changed anything?” you counter, tilting your head.

His lips part slightly, but no words come out at first. “No. But I would have looked forward to it.”

Your chest tightens, a warmth sensation in your tummy. You take a breath, then step closer.

“I like you, Tetsu.”

There it is. Simple. Honest. No teasing, no riddles. Just the truth.

Kuroko blinks once, twice. And then, a rare sight. A full, genuine smile. It’s soft, but it reaches his eyes.

“I like you, too.”

No grand gestures. No dramatic confessions. Just you, just him. Just the quiet understanding that this has always been real. Always meant to be.

© GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Mark Lee Perspective Reading

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged, just my interpretation.

Someone requested this one a while ago, sorry for not responding, but out of three members they requested he stood out to me, so I will get to him this weekend. The song he gave me was Rihanna's Diamond. This could indicate him being special in a sense, or liking to shine and be in the spotlight, or liking a lot of attention, which makes sense as he is a Leo. I don't know much else about him. I am familiar with him, as I was a fan of NCT years ago, but haven't kept up with them, so time to see what he gives me energetically.

Fuck man, he is coming in strong, so I sensed some weird energy from him when I did his LBGQIA+ reading, something was fishy there and yup, getting that vibe here. It seems he went down the path of many of these idols and being prostituted as well allegedly. The one card always gives me the vibes of being filmed or pictures, so there could be that. I feel these people don't care how they hurt these idols or affect them either. This one card comes to 9 and I think of the 9 of swords, a stressful event, maybe he has nightmares about, 9 of wands, boundaries being crossed, 9 of cups, wishes coming true out of that and 9 of pentacles, this gives him financial freedom and access to it. I mean I guess, because SM doesn't pay that well, but okay. This may be why, besides his talent and drive, that he has more opportunities than others.

Now, with this down casted pride, this shows shame, guilt for what has happened or what he did. Maybe he did by his own volition, or just thought that is what is supposed to happen, it is how it is always done. I feel like they may do this to shame them as well or have a hold on them, and that may be a case for him. Why am I getting, he may get reminders of the event to trigger him or set him off, or just embarrass him somehow.

He did give me two other cards, wasn't sure I would add them, but decided to and ugh, this confirms more of what I mentioned. He gave me the triumph of lies and as I mentioned this card gives me he got skeletons and that his rise to fame came with a price and it isn't how they portray. It gives me something more sinister going on behind the scenes. He also gave me parasite, which is people leech of him, take from him. He feels he gets used and abused, how extreme that is I don't know.

He does seem to try to stand strong towards these people. He still remains strong and confident, so even if they do things to knock down his confidence. He stands up stronger after that. He's kind of giving me. I won't let ya'll bully me, so he doesn't seem to distraught about things overall. He enjoys to showcase his skills and work and does what he can to make things happen. He is fueled by his creative energy and will do what it takes to create the things he wants to, with his projects and in his life. At the end of the day, they won't stop him from doing what he loves and that is creating music. And he is one that will put in the work to get it done.

He gives me as not the type to say things or communicate things clearly, but in, I heard rhyme scheme, but the messaging won't be as clear, like a double entendre, so he will be covert about how he states things. It is like hidden messages is how he will communicate his messaging and what he wants to share. That was hard for me to explain, but interesting tidbit I got there.

He may have a sort of obsession with work and any type of passion he has. Whatever he is highly into. He devotes a lot of his time and energy into it. I feel he may do that with his craft and work. He is highly ambitious and does what he can to make his goals come to fruition. He does not like wasting time, sitting idle. He wants to get to work and get things done. He may not even have much time to play and have fun.

I don't see him wanting to tap into his emotions all that much or go to deep into that. I see him not that very connected to that energy. He can be a bit cold and serious, not that warm and gentle of a person. He is about getting things done. He isn't about sitting and ruminating over things. Even if he dealt with some trauma. He doesn't seem like the type that will get distraught about it. He would understand it is the name of the game, I hear, yes, he would feel shame, but it is what it is, he moves on and gets to work.

He does have an energy of devotion and loyalty. I could say to his work and craft, but this could extent to people. He has this energy of needing to be of service to others and using his skills to help provide that service. I see him not being the type to break commitments or any promises he made. He is loyal and stand by his commitments. Although very passionate and determined. He seems to know when to stop and he doesn't cross certain boundaries. I can also see this as him not letting others in and maybe not being too vulnerable around others. He keeps a boundary and a distance there. It is like there is a certain line you don't cross with him.

Okay, he gave me a bunch for this last Tarot spread. Dude is all about the Benjamin's and advancing his career. He gave me 3 cards of pentacles. He is all about financial investments and finding ways to make money. He may want to be rich af He seems to have lots of ideas as to how to do that and take different avenues to get there. He will take different routes to get the money he wants, but I also see him as someone who likes to keep busy and keep the money flowing.

With the world and the star, he wants worldwide recognition, to be a star, to shine bright like a diamond lol He wants to travel to different places, experience new cultures, venture into new things. He seems to want all eyes on him and all the attention he can get. This is so Leo energy here. He has passion, determination, a bit of an ego, has lots of creative ideas and has the energy to make his dreams come true.

So, even if he been through some things. He has thick skin and can manage anything that comes his way. I just keep hearing the lyrics, I get knocked down, but I get up again. You can't keep this man down. He is tough as nails. And mostly doesn't give af. As long as he can create and succeed, keep trying him, he doesn't care lol I kind of like this energy. I don't see him caring to much about relationships or connections with others, which is funny. Hopefully he cares a bit, because connection is important, but he got money on his mind and using his craft to make it happen. I do see him devoting time to his craft, it isn't just the money, but that helps.

[liamrrys]

someone said amen livius hours??

[spacedustpan]

:(

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jjk men waking up after a wet dream about you ⸜⸜・

gojo

a small chuckle leaves his mouth when he wakes up from a pleasant dream about you. his cock is aching for attention, precum already building at the top. it's the first time he had a dream about you. not to lie, he fantasized about your cute little body before but never in a dream. he wraps his hand around his cock and tries to remember little details about the dream. the way you would bounce on his cock or your little hand wrapped around it. he's not ashamed, you're a pretty girl after all. but from your behavior, he can see that you're shy and timid. maybe he can ask you out to turn his dream true. he speeds his hand around his cock, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. he thinks about a specific scene from his dream - you spread in front of him with your fingers in your cunt. he cums at the thought, covering his hand with his cock. he giggles, gojo hopes he will have similar dream soon.

geto

he wakes up with sweat on his forehead, groaning when he notices his hard on. the girl in his dream was too similar to you, same hair, eyes, body type. he can't believe he had this kind of dream about you. it was a good dream, he has to say. geto can't decide if he should take a cold shower and forget about everything or take care of his little problem. after all, he's gonna see you today and he doesn't wanna be awkward. his lips turn into a little smile as he thinks about what would happen if you saw what he is about to do. or what if you had the same dream? mmm, you took his cock so well in his dream, would you be able to do that in real life? he's seen your tiny ass move in your little skirts, you would have problem taking him for sure. fuck it, he thinks as he wraps his hand around his cock. he softly massages his shaft, imagining that it's your tiny hand stroking him. all problems leave him in that moment, he's gonna relive that dream now and hopefully later today when he invites you over.

nanami

he groans when he finally opens his eyes to meet a familiar decor of his room. he doesn't wanna think about it, he doesn't wanna think about how hard his cock is right now. he throws his arm around his eyes, trying to breathe deeply to forget all about the dream. he hasn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager and now someone like you is gonna make them pop up again? he thought you were cute when he first met you but he never thought you would be capable of doing such a slutty things. it was just a dream, he has to remind himself, maybe you are innocent. he taps his fingers on his cock, he really doesn't wanna do this. nanami tries to think of different porn starts he's seen online but his thoughts come back to you. his hand finally grips his cock and he squeezes it until it's painful. it's all your fault, maybe it you weren't so cute, he wouldn't have to do this.

toji

she's even haunting me in my dream, toji thinks when he wakes up. his cock is already standing proudly, just begging for him to take it in his hand. he doesn't waste any time wrapping his hand around it. he always thought you were pretty, your body is basically all he ever dreamed about. it's not the first time you appeared in his dream but this time, he is certain that it was you. all of the other dreams were blurry but this one was way more vivid. he strokes his cock slowly, thinking about the way you bended for him in that dream. the only thing that's pissing him off is that you're not here with him right now, that you can't use your mouth or your little pussy on him. he feels himself getting close as he thinks about all the things he would do to you if he could. he cums on his hand, surprising himself how strong this orgasm was. there's something about you and he has to find out what it is.

[nosyp]

Twst Third Years reacting to someone else calling you 'honey' or 'sweetheart'

First Years | Second years

A/N = Likes, reblogs and comments r apprecaieted btw!

Trey Clover

He raises an eyebrow. Like what did he just say?

“Honey? Sweetheart? That's a little forward, don’t you think?”

Gives the person a polite but firm smile, subtly stepping closer to you.

HE WILL try to keep things calm but is lowkey plotting how to make sure that never happens again. Like you should probably... do something about him.

BUT in private, he’ll ask you if you’re okay with it, but also makes sure to remind you he’s got your back.

Cater Diamond

He laughs at first, but the playful glint in his eyes slowly shift into something more possessive.

“Oh? So you think you’re that close to (Y/N)?”

Gives the person a teasing grin before pulling you closer to him.

“You know, I think I’m the only one who gets to call them that. So how about we leave the nicknames to me, yeah?”

When alone with you, he’s definitely more affectionate but might joke about it a bit more.

Leona Kingscholar

Glares at the person, his face darkening in the process.

“The hell did you just call them?” he scowls.

He doesn’t hold back. His tone DRIPPING with irritation.

“You’ve got some nerve. Back off, they’re mine.”

Will pull you closer to him, practically growling if the person doesn’t get the hint.

Vil Schoenheit

Freezes for a moment, then smiles, but it’s far from a kind smile. It's more of... getoutofmyfacebeforeismackyouintotomorrow typa smile.

“How cute, you think you’re that familiar with them.”

Casually places a hand on your shoulder, making sure the other person notices how close you two are.

His voice is laced with poison: “I think you should stick to more formal terms. After all, you’re not exactly their type.” ouch that kinda hurts.

Vil keeps it classy but is definitely claiming you in his own way. He's probably not gonna let you out of his sight after this.

Rook Hunt

He simply... smirks. He's entertained. He's slightly enjoying this... but of course with a possessive glint in his eyes.

“Oh? Honey, you say? You’re a bit too forward for my liking.”

Leans in close to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“(Y/N) belongs to me, in a way that no one else can even dream of.”

He loves the tension it creates, and you can expect him to be a lot more possessive afterward.

Idia Shroud

His face turns red, and he freezes up.

'W-Wait, honey? Who the hell do they think they are?' his mind races.

You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears as he starts muttering to himself, fidgeting nervously. He's like a kettle about to BURST.

'I-I don’t like it when other people call them that! I get to call them cute names, okay?' he thinks to himself.

He doesn’t show it on the outside, but internally, he’s definitely marking his territory.

He tries to listen in on the conversation to know more about him for... reasons. AND goodluck to his online reputation cuz it's gonna be non-existent or absolutely ruined in a matter of seconds.

Malleus Draconia

Stares at the person, unblinking.

“Did you just refer to them as honey?”

His voice is calm, but his eyes have a dangerous glint.

Steps closer to you, his presence overwhelming.

“No one else has the right to address them that way. They belong to me.”

Will silently observe, but you’ll feel his possessive nature once the clouds start getting dark and raindrops fall from the sky. Then the air around you seems to shift, heavy with his unspoken claim.

Lilia Vanrouge

He chuckles, but his tone is laced with amusement and something more.

“Oh? Sweetheart, you say? How bold of you, but I think you’ve got it wrong.”

Laughs to himself and then ruffles your hair affectionately.

“(Y/N) is mine, so maybe you should pick a more appropriate nickname.”

While playful on the surface, you can feel the possessive edge in his words.

A/N = I love third years the most tbh

[hyuny-bunny]

skz + types of p*rn they watch (w/links) pt 1. hyung line

MDNI (+18) content warning: p*rn, nsfw links, mentions of rough sex, use of female anatomy, breeding, spanking, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving) most afab reader terms.

a/n: if the links are not working for you, you may need the app as most are not compatible with a web browser

pt 2. maknae line

chan: he's definitely watching twitter/x porn. as for what side of x he's on all depends on the mood. he definitely seems to stay on a more "vanilla" side. probably has a keen interest on size kink and breeding videos. but what they all have common is riding. it gets him so riled up seeing ones shot in cars because the next time he sees you it's all he thinks about. he'd love nothing more then to have you riding his dick, his hands holding your hips in place, eventually snacking a hand to lightly you choke and bunching your skirt in the other hand while you sloppily bounce on his cock. maybe he's taking you out to a nice dinner & movie but once your back in that car he's practically begging you to sit on his cock.

"baby, i need you so bad. come here, ride me, need to feel this pretty pussy on me."

breeding

riding

minho: there's so many things i could say about him. i don't think he necessarily needs porn to get off or actively looks for it, but i do think he loves being able to send you links that either remind him of the both of yours sexcapades or things he wants to do to you. i feel like he watches a lot of overstimulation, spanking, BREEDING, and just a sprinkle of voyeurism. i think he gets really turned on by the ones of girls in pretty lingerie wearing collars with bells, so every movement makes the bell ring. he almost collapses to his knees when he gets home one day to see you wearing the collar he bought, the one he'd been hiding and waiting for the right moment.

the only thing on your mind is the feeling of your sopping wet cunt being suffocated by minho's cock. he's got a fistful of your hair in hand, pulling you up from your pillow before landing a hard smack on your ass, never letting up on his thrusts.

overstimulation

spanking

changbin: another one in my books that loves size kink porn. not because i think he likes someone smaller, but more so the fact that he likes the feeling of being able to make someone feel so small. in seo changbins biceps, we trust. i think this one in particular will have him pleading with you to let him try it. you might feel reluctant because of any underlying insecurities at the though of feeling like you're "too heavy" (there's so no such thing to him) . it isn't till he's got you lifted up against the wall with no holding you either than his arms & shoulders, his mouth lapping away at your pretty cunt, any worries you ever had dissipated along with your ability to use your words.

"bin-binnie please i-i can't hold on much longer" a string of whines follow suit. he's been at it for a while and you've already had two orgasm but he's relentless. all you can hear are his groans and the squelching sound of his tongue abusing your cunt. he lifts his head up from between your thighs with you hand webbed in his hair, mirroring your worn out lustful look.

size kink

making you feel small

hyunjin: to me, i think hyun goes either of these two ways. he's the most depraved man known to walk this earth that loves it sloppy, messy, wet and downright lustfully filthy. the latter also leads me to believe he's not big on porn, prefers either his imagination or his OWN videos. one he's recorded (with your consent + encouragement) while you've done it together. he needs the passion of either love or the passion of wanting to make the either cum so hard they've gone to heaven (preferably both). if he's watching videos, his favorite ones always have the girl shaking and crying in pleasure by the end. he needs to see the passion, lust to be able to get off. when it's you, it's different, if anything it brings him back to those moments to fully remember the need between the two of you. that being said he's heavy into breeding/cumplay and semi restraining. he loves seeing the hands held behind the back and holding someone in place while they fall apart in his lap + cock.

it was supposed to be a quick kiss, which turned into heavy petting, and now he's brought your leg over his hips. the panties you were wearing discarded somewhere in the room, one arm is wrapped around you holding you tightly to his chest while his other hand is at work. his middle & ring finger are knuckle deep thrusting into you and he's groaning into your neck sucking hickies in all your favorite spots.

semi restraints

playing w you in his lap

[reignpage]

Physics Tutor!Nanami

conservation of angular momentum: his torque

Warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked, masturbation, cursing, pathetic men, mentions of overstimulation, edging, and orgasm denial Guide

physics tutor!nanami should really be sleeping. He never stays up this late, and yet there he is, wide awake, padding through the apartment he shares with his childhood friend, Haibara. He’s wearing only his pyjama bottoms, a blue and green plaid number he had gotten for Christmas, and nothing on top. His pale skin is rippling with tension as he rolls his shoulders, feeling restless for reasons he cannot grasp. 

physics tutor!nanami spots a neatly stacked pile of papers on the coffee table. It’s the notes he had printed and scrawled comments on, highlighting key pieces of information and scribbling on the side rewordings of convoluted phrases, for you. He knows how frustrated you get with the academically elitist manner in which these researchers write so he went through the trouble of helping you out. 

Because he’s a dedicated tutor, that’s why. 

Not because he’s been in love with you since ‘like forever’ as Haibara often teased him. 

physics tutor!nanami sighs as he leans against the marble countertop, rubbing a hand down his face. He hopes you have time to read the textbook chapters he assigned you; there’s always a party and there’s always drama that demands your attention, and he hopes you’re getting enough rest. 

So you can do your work, of course. 

But physics tutor!nanami has to make sure. He doesn’t want to waste his time going over information you should already know very well in the next session. That’s the only reason why he’s picking up his phone and sending a message to you, ignoring that weird feeling in his stomach at the sight of your contact picture. 

You had grabbed his phone one Tuesday evening, gasping melodramatically when you saw he had you saved as ’Tuesday Session’ with the default T pic in lieu of your face. 

That had apparently been the most monstrous things anyone could do, so when you typed in ‘fave student’ with a peach and fire emoji, he didn’t argue. And he could only roll his eyes when you snapped an impromptu selfie with your lips puckered and your cleavage in clear view. 

physics tutor!nanami hadn’t bothered to change either. 

Your replies come quickly and they make him purse his lips so he won’t smile. The conversation is going as he expected, your usual flirtations even more irritating in the cold of the night. He wonders why you’re awake. Are you out? Or maybe you’re with someone. 

That thought has his jaw flexing without his realisation. 

And then you send a selfie and it has his ears burning. 

You’re in a thin, pink tank top. No, a camisole with a lacy hem. One strap is falling down your shoulder and the camera was angled enough to tease the curves of your breasts but not low enough to know if you’re as cold as he is. Right in the centre is your face, bare and flawless, glowing like a star.

physics tutor!nanami rushes to his room, hastily locking the door and showing his pants under his solid cock. How is he already so hard? 

He curses under his breath, reminding himself it’s the middle of the night and Haibara gets cranky when he doesn’t get his full eight hours. So he bites his lip, right hand wrapping itself around his blushing cock and the left clutching his phone as he turns up the brightness all the way up. 

physics tutor!nanami is working himself up to a rhythm, pumping at a furious pace as if punishing himself for masturbating to an objectively, barely stimulating picture, like a teenager. He’s throbbing so hard. And when his thumb grazes his leaking tip he shudders. 

Relentless rubbing and low hissing are echoing in his room, the temperature going higher and higher as he presses his forehead to the cool wall, needing to steady himself. 

God, you look breathtaking. 

How many men have you seen you like that? Have had the pleasure of waking up to your bleary eyes and wandering hands? Have seen you in the throes of passion, eyes rolled back and hands desperately clutching at the sheets or leaving trails of claw marks on their back?

physics tutor!nanami narrows his eyes at the glossy sheen of your grin, it’s mocking him, he knows it. You knew this would happen, you wanted this to happen, wanted to fall asleep knowing he’s wrapped around your fingers. 

He groans as his grip tightens. 

Your hands are probably softer than his. Would you hold him softly, tease him with a slow pace and keep him teetering at the edge just because you can? Or are you mean? Would you stroke up and down even faster than he is, intent on humiliating him by making him cum early? Or maybe you’re merciful, giving just what he needs to keep him hooked and his pride intact.

He wonders what you taste like. 

Perhaps you taste how you smell; bright, scandalous and all-consuming. Maybe your lips tastes like whatever lipgloss you have that day, and maybe, just maybe, one day he could play a guessing game with you, finding out by tasting from the source.

Does he mean from your lips or from between your legs?

Fuck, he doesn’t know anymore, his thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour, and they’re all of you. 

You calling him ‘nanamin’, you running your fingers down his arm, pressing close to ask questions about something on a research paper, and you on your knees with those glossy lips parted as you wait for his cum to coat your tongue. 

physics tutor!nanami cums to the image and he’s breathless, cock head twitching as spurts of his seed paint the wall, his phone is precariously held by a shaking hand, conscious not to drop you. 

Eventually, he sobers up, eyes blinking hard. 

He hopes he’s tired himself enough to fall asleep and pretend this never happened, and he almost makes it to his bed, but then he’s bringing his phone up to his face and gulping at the picture of you like he’s seeing it for the first time. 

And physics tutor!nanamithrows his head back, cursing hormones and whatever else he can come up with to explain the growing desire to do it all over again. 

physics tutor!nanami says what he has said many times before and many times after. 

‘one last time .’

[luveline]

could you write plss write something about JJ’s confession and spencer is with bombshell reader and loves her entirely but she gets extremly scared and insecure??

Your usual confidence is shaken after JJ’s confession, but Spencer is emphatically in love with you. fem, 1.5k

Spencer gives you a rundown after every case. Not just as a colleague who missed it, but as his partner who he loves. This one comes out slowly. Maybe even reluctantly. 

He’s recounting the moment JJ had been forced to tell a secret. “She told me she’s always loved me, but that things are too complicated now.” 

You freeze in total bewilderment, your mug of hot tea swelling over the rim to warm your fingers. Further overwhelmed, you set it down on the coffee table. 

You’re in pyjamas on the couch. Spencer sits in sweatpants on the other end of it, his own cup of tea in hand. He’s watching you carefully. You’d felt generously comfortable only moments ago, riding the high of his continued survival, but now you’re feeling sick.. 

“She told you she loves you?”  

“That she was too scared to tell me before.” 

“And what do you think about that?” 

“I think if I never met you, I would’ve spent half of my life calling after her.” His lips quirk into one of those typical awkward Spencer smiles. “What should I think?” 

“I can't really tell you what to think, Spencer.” 

If he never met you, he’d still want JJ? Or if you weren’t in the way, he’d be with her now? Or what? 

You’ve never been the insecure type, to begin. You met Spencer when you were both rookies trying to establish themselves in the BAU, Spencer as a new member, and you as a hopeful applicant. Each time you liaised, or came around to annoy your good friend Derek Morgan, Spencer would be there, looking cute and lonely as ever. It was easy to become his friend. Easier again to fall in love with him. 

Not easy to convince him you truly wanted to be with him, but you were persistent, and… honestly, you’ve never been in love with someone like you have Spencer. That’s why JJ’s confession sends ice water down your back. 

He lets you steep for a few minutes, but ultimately can’t take the weird silence. 

“Hey,” he says, clear worry in his tone as he puts his own mug on the coffee table and moves to sit beside you, his hand falling onto your knee. “Hey, what’s that face about?” 

“What face?” you ask, schooling your expression. 

“That face.” His head tips to the side. 

“I’m not making a face.” 

“I know you…” he says, a tenderness to him as his hand slips under your leg, his fingers pressing into the softest skin behind your knee. 

“What else did she say?” 

He nods with understanding. “She said she was too scared to say it before, and that things are complicated now, I guess because everything’s changed so much.” 

“She has a family.” 

“Angel, even if she didn’t, you think that would make a difference?” He finds your hand for kissing. “What do you think I said to her? I love you. I told her I love you, she already knew that, but I told her again. I said there’s nothing complicated about it.” 

You stare at him. 

“Nothing complicated about it,” he repeats, pressing your kissed hand to his neck and covering it soundly with his own.  

You’re not expecting the insecurity of it. You and Spencer have never been on surer footing. Every day with him seems to guarantee the next. He just has to look at you and you know he’s your person, but you forgot he could just love somebody else if he wanted to. You forgot he even liked JJ to begin with. This sudden reminder is like having your legs kicked out from under you. 

You panic. 

“I love you,” he says, your hand moving down, pressed with fever to his chest. “More than anyone.” 

“I love you too… I just– I guess I thought JJ was my friend,” you say. 

“She is. She said she needed something that would shock the UnSub… I don’t think she expected anything to change. We just needed to get out of there.” 

He almost died and you’re thinking about JJ. Shit, JJ could’ve died. 

You bow your head. “I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, no, for what? For what?” He sandwiches you to his side. “I’m sorry, it’s not fair. It puts you in a bad position. But you don’t have anything to worry about, I love you, and I don’t have any feelings for JJ.” 

You wonder if that’s true. 

You’re being unlike yourself. Embarrassed, you hide your face in his collar and let him hug you gently. 

“Sorry.” 

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I have no idea what to do right now.” 

Insecurity isn’t your style, but it’s not something that can be helped. You have, through everything, pioneered desperately to put your best foot forward. You wear clothes ordered to fit and then tailored for good measure, you take care of your appearance in a way that others might find objectionable. Who you are outwardly is just as important to you as the inward, which makes this all the worse. You hate being out of control. 

Spencer can make it better, despite his insistence on cluelessness. “You know it could never be anyone else but you, right?” he asks softly. 

“Sorry, I’m just… I’m not angry because she didn’t have a choice, but do you really believe she didn’t mean it? She could’ve made up a hundred different lies.” 

“I think she meant it,” he says, still speaking softly. 

“You understand why that would freak me out, right? If you never met me, you could be with her.” 

“I can’t imagine a universe where we don’t meet,” he says. 

Spencer delivers it with that sincere yet shy honesty that he tends to say many things. Like it’s simple, like he’s aware of how cleanly cut it is, and like he’s worried you won’t agree with him. 

You try not to act so small, straightening your back, and sewing an arm behind his neck and over his shoulder. You’re not feeling a hundred percent just yet, and so you press your forehead to his cheek, his hair kissing your  ear. Spencer drags your leg across his thigh and lets you stew for a little while. 

“I don’t want to be with JJ.” He squeezes you closer, nearly has you in his lap. “Is that what you’re worried about? If I never met you, I wouldn’t want to be with her, because she had no interest in me, or– or maybe she did, but she didn’t show it. I know exactly what it feels like now to be loved without remorse, to– to never be told I’m too much. JJ is one of my best friends in the whole world, but you’re my heart. You’re the only person who’s ever liked me for me, all of me, even when I know it wasn’t easy.” 

“It’s always easy,” you murmur.

“That’s not the only reason I love you, but it’s important. JJ’s smart and she’s beautiful and she’s such a good mom, but she’s not you. She could never be you, and I don’t want anyone that isn’t you.” 

You don’t want him to say cruel things about JJ and you’re glad when he doesn’t, but you definitely need his assurance that he prefers you. Then you feel silly, because it’s your bed he comes home to, your hip he’s caressing as he waxes poetic for you. 

You feel less like he doesn’t love you and more like you’ve made a fool of yourself for even suggesting it. “Am I your best friend?” you ask (childishly, depending on who you ask). 

“You’re my best friend. You’re the best friend. Every day I get to be with you is perfect.” 

“That’s really romantic,” you mumble, nearly not quite kidding as you rub the tip of your nose into his cheek. 

“You bring it out of me.” 

You sigh and wrap your arms around him tightly. “Thanks, Dr. Reid. I think you fixed me.” 

“You’re still making a face.” 

“You almost died today, baby. JJ isn’t the sole thing on my mind.” 

“Almost died is an exaggeration. We almost die all the time.” 

You sniff his hair at your discretion. When he holds you like he’s doing now, you realise you have no need to worry. How can he squeeze your soft sides and chase your nose with his if he doesn’t mean what he says? Spencer’s not like that. 

“I’m sorry I overreacted,” you say. 

“I don’t think you did. But would you feel better if I say it’s okay? Because it’s okay. I’m sorry for telling you something I knew would upset you, but we don’t–”

“Have secrets, I know.” 

You give him a teeny kiss by his ear. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs pleasantly. 

You press another right on top of the first. Slower, you peel away to stroke his hair. His eyes hold all the proof you need —you’re loved without competition. 

[crookedteethed]

18+ slight smut (unprotected piv), sex tapes, mentions of anal, jealous!reader, weirdo behavior

⋆ ★ thinking about how dad!rafe constantly gets hit on by slutty moms and how you have to come in and set them straight : (

Rafe loved his baby girl, but he would bash his fist into the wall if he had to listen to Somewhere Over the Rainbow get played as he watched his little girl prance around in her ballet class one more time. 

Don't get him wrong, Rafe loved spending the daddy-daughter time with his little girl, and it was something (even more) persuasive about your daughter wearing an adorable pink tutu that made him agree to get ice cream after Every. Single. Class.

It was the other parents (and The Best of Oz) who made it so insufferable—not just the other parents—the moms. 

The dads were particularly cool. They typically sat there like Rafe, hunched over into a man's spread, aggressively typing on their phones. 

But the moms--no--the fucking moms always wanted to talk, but not just talk, flirt!

The moms were like cougars, always purposely sitting down next to Rafe, peering over his shoulder, debating whether they should talk to him. 

When they finally do muster enough courage to talk to him (the ones that do), they typically say some dumb shit, like: 

"My heart always goes out to single fathers; it does. I’m single, too. We should grab a drink sometime.”

It was only Cynthia Fucking Allen that asked Rafe dumb shit like this. 

It was dumb because she knew that Rafe wasn't a single father and knew well that you two were happily married. 

The other moms were never as Bold as Cynthia. They typically just tried to talk with Rafe to talk to someone as attractive as he was—which Rafe didn't mind.

Cynthia was a cougar because she didn't fear rejection. She'd never turn down an opportunity to make a pass at Rafe--whether it was inviting him over to dinner or trying to set up "supervised playdates” (which Rafe had always turned her down) or going as far as complimenting his derrière in his khakis.

And though Cynthia's constant badgering was becoming a nuisance to Rafe, Rafe never needed to cut into Cynthia because deep down, Rafe had felt bad for the woman.

Rafe had once heard from you, who heard from one of the other mothers that Mr. Allen, Cynthia's husband, had filed for a divorce. So maybe she was just trying to get her groove back or something, Rafe thought.

Shockingly, you were the one to snap and cut into Cynthia for her nuisance behavior, finally. 

It was a stupid and risky idea, and you don't know what had come over you, honestly. It was something the Queen Bee would do in a raunchy teen movie. 

You had sent Cynthia a video of Rafe full-on fucking you. 

And I mean, you went all out. A tripod was set up and everything. 

It was an 11-minute length video of Rafe fucking you in two positions. 

For five minutes straight, Rafe took you from behind--your plush ass dangling off the edge of the bed as Rafe pounded into your sopping loud cunt, standing up, with his thumb occasionally pressing into your asshole.

With each thrust from Rafe's hips was met with your ass, causing the skin-on-skin slapping to fill the room. 

And then for another five minutes, he fucked you in missionary--with your legs pressed to his sides, Rafe sucking and biting your neck and cursing in your ear about how this is "Your dick."

You had made sure to include a minute of Rafe jacking off and cumming on the folds of your pussy and onto your clit. Then, you told Rafe to hurry up and grab the phone and record him fucking his cum deep inside of you because you were the only one indeed that owned Rafe's cock, and seemingly Cynthia needed to be reminded of that.

When you sent the video to Cynthia, you set it on vanishing mode and made sure it was to be deleted as soon as she finished watching it, so if she ever mentioned it, it was her word against yours.

You never told Rafe about sending Cynthia your sex tape, and Cynthia never brought it up, but you knew she had gotten the message since she never bothered Rafe again afterwards.

[acid-ixx]

to you, my greatest passion (soft yandere! batfam x traumatized! reader oneshot)

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: allusions to stockholm syndrome, flawed relationship (they have no concept of boundaries) and mild descriptions of injuries and torture (not by the batfam). read until the end for an author's note. happy 4k followers to me :)) uh leave comments if u like this type of analysis and want to see more. i had no direction for writing this. please don't let this flop huhu i might delete this since i don't like it

as much as i love my angst, we all need something soft at times, and moments with yan!batfam with a reader who is absolutely fucking broken from their past that the mere implication that someone could love them is enough to let them melt into whoever's chest they lay upon that night.

just, hurt/comfort. one that heals the soul in its overly possessive embrace. the same way chapped lips peck softly on your cheeks, muscled arms caress your fragile, shivering body, and legs tangle upon yours in a cacophony of warm, cozy blankets.

where as the longer time passes in the manor, the more you learn to love. to let go of the painful memories your tormenters left you. to allow past scars to heal into a mere visage of what once was streaks coated in blood. your family acts as your new abductors, yes, but how could you hold your freedom against them when it is them that comfort you from drowning through the deepest depths of your nightmares?

nightmares of the past, of the knives that break through your already gashed skin, or the ropes that burn through bruises and laceration— every time you wake up crying, with tears running down your cheeks and a pained cry; a recollection of the torture you were subject to, it is them that come running to your room not a moment after.

it's bruce's tall, domineering form that crumbles into soft, snug pillows for you. your father arms that punches criminals into prison become the shoulder you lean on. calloused fingers rub your cheeks, wiping away your tears, holding your face in his palms like you're the most fragile thing on earth— and you are. every time he looks at your dampened eyes and sniffling nose, he gets reminded of how lonely he was as a child, who lost his parent too young to the cruelty of the world, of gotham and her unyielding coldness. and when he reminisces, he begins to cage you in his arms a tad bit tighter, begins to comfort you longer and softer than he has ever done with anyone else, as if he is reassuring himself. it is with you that his vulnerability, that fear of loss becomes all too stronger. and every time you cry a bit longer, your hold on his sleeves becoming unyielding, does bruce become crueler in his pursuit of fighting crime, a lesson to himself that the people he punishes are those with hands capable enough to harm you, his precious, his pearl that glints throughout the moonlight.

whenever your father is unavailable, it's dick who runs to you, with all the intention to provide you comfort. it's him who calls you his baby bird, as he reassures you that you're no burden in his eyes every time you scream in terror as your sleep. it's him who loves to drown you in his affection, always near, always close, never far and never too much. physically, he's the most doting to a fault. tender, yet tight were his hugs. his kisses to your cheeks and your forehead always linger, as if hesitant to release itself from its rightful place. it's a testiment to how much he loves you, how he's incapable of separating himself from you. god, he loves you so much he wishes he'd just melt right into your skin, so that you actually finally realize how you're the most important thing in the world to him. you, his baby bird. if he had met you sooner, quite earlier, right after his parent's have died, then maybe he could've managed his anger better, could've learned to cope with you through the battles you both fought. it's with you that dick feel unbearably euphoric, ready to spill his love to the point where tears consume his eyes and his head laid on your chest refuses to detach itself.

jason isn't familiar with what warmth feels like, not anymore. but when he sees your hapless state, he sees a reflection of himself in that abandoned warehouse. broken, defiled, hurt. with nothing to comfort you from the cold other than the ropes that burn through your skin and the adrenaline that runs through your veins. he forgots what solace feels like, what it means, but through your shared trauma does jason learn. he learns to talk to you, with you, learns to pinpoint each and every emotion he felt at the time, what you felt inside that putrid basement. he learns to manage his grief because he doesn't want to anger himself looking at you, at just how much justice can only serve so many. the longer you talk to jason, the more he becomes softer, yet hungrier. he learns how to hold you in a way a brother learns to hold his baby sibling for the first time when conceived. he relearns the warmth he felt, like when he was finally able to be good enough to be the successor to the title of robin, when he felt you drool on his chest when you trusted him enough to sleep in his room. yet this time that feeling was accompanied with that ominous, distracting essence. one that makes jason's knuckles crack and have him prepare his guns, as he discovers that you can never truly erase the past. and even though it might take years for him to be your ideal brother, he could at least be your sole protector.

then there's tim, who never truly had the opportunity to develop that deeper sense of love he wanted to feel until he was officially adopted into the wayne family right after his parents' death. don't get him wrong, he loves his mom and dad, and so does he loves his current family— but it's obsession that drives him nonetheless. the need to prove himself, to gather information about everyone to know who they truly are; beyond that there's nothing more than shallowness, a neverending hole he can't satisfy. but with you? oh god, you. to tim, you're his everything. you devour his being whole. with you, there's always something new. the need to track every single thing about you leads him into this cycle of want and need that coagulates into desire, into drive. every time you smile, or laugh, or frown, he gains newer intel about you, one he loops into the deepest crevices of his brain at a constant, you are his constant. but staying right behind you can only do so much. and as he sits right beside you in bed, awkwardly comforting you through the ways he mirrored off from his brothers: a sloppy kiss to your knuckles, a joke cracked here and there, and wiping your eyes and nose with his sleeves; tim learns that stalking can only do so much. he learns what it feels like to be needed for emotional connection and nothing else and that only further motivates him to be perfect for you, and to be with you, his sibling, more often than to simply live right under your nose.

and damian, your baby brother, who's unsurprisingly the one who sleeps in your room, or has you sleep in his room, the most. damian tells himself he's incapable of love, of showing it or reciprocating it. but for you, he tries, and like jason, he learns. he discovers just how depraved both of you are when it comes to love. it enlightens you both and it makes damian feel a deeper sense of connection with you than anyone else. with you, he feels like a child: vulnerable, yet uncaring and free, like the true meaning of being a robin, one the soars through the skies with no grandfather or mother or league to watch your every step as their successor. all the times you cry, he silently sobs with you, holding your cheeks down to his level with scarred palms. silent, yet comforting, he'd allow his smaller form to simply become your teddy bear whilst he whispers consolations. about how strong his older sibling is, how precious you are for being comfortable with him to speak of your problems, how you're everything to damian just as he wishes to be the world for you. it makes you think you're more immature that him, it makes him grateful that he has you. even though he doesn't say it, he shows through actions just how truly important you are whenever he draws a sword towards his enemies, thinking about you and his unsaid promises.

nights where you're reminded of that solitary confinement, of the darkness that creeps into your vision and the voices that pierce through your ears. nights where you feel you've exhausted yourself of hope, where what was once warmth that hugs your heart is now that frigid, yet burning spikes that penetrates into the confidence that you'll somehow, someday, run away from that hellhole— those were nights you thought you'd never live with proper sleep. but as one or two of them holds you in their embrace whenever your nightmares consume your being, you're slowly allowing your established walls to fall apart, all for the mere implication of their love.

who would save you, if not for them? their hushed whispers of consolation, hands that wrap around your figure, and fingers that knead your cheeks provide you that deep sated comfort you always wanted. the sleeves they use to wipe away both saltine liquid and snot, to slowly silence your blubbering rambles, your inconsolable crying; it's warmer than the basement you used to be locked in as a child, with dripping faucets the only source of your water— they saved you once before, who's to say they won't save you a thousand times more?

every time you feel like crying, every time that familiar faulty tap in your eyes begins to dampen against ashen skin, it's them that asks you if you're alright. even if you grit your teeth, even if you seeth or bite or beat or punch or kick, to punish yourself, to cope through the trauma, to not feel nothing.

every time pain begins to sear through your skin, it's your grandfather, father, brothers and sisters that huddle around you and tell you 'you're safe here, in the manor, with us'.

every time they spend hours, ditching patrol nights, cooking your comfort food, reading your favorite books, watching movies for hours, ignoring your assigned sleep schedule, kissing your scarred hands gently, reverently, cuddling your form against their strong ones as a silent promise that with them, there's nothing to harm you no more— you'd feel lighter every time, a tad happier, even. slowly, but surely, melting against the confines of your adorned cage and the embrace of your loving captors.

every time they help you heal, it makes you forgive, and it makes you forget their prior kidnapping in return of building new memories with them, in a safer haven, with nobody to hurt you any longer, with nobody to bash your head against concrete walls, to punish you. you who is underserving of the circumstances bought upon you back then.

safe, a word you thought you'll never feel, a word you didn't even know existed in the crevices of your heart. but it is with them that you slowly start to associate safe with family.

the family that you've come to love and cherish in your own imperfect ways, the same way a stray dog becomes too loyal to a passerby when given bones for leftovers every day.

but you're not an animal, and you're not a pavlovian dog meant to be conditioned. no, you're their baby, their love, their treasure and their only one. the love they feed you exceeds beyond leftovers. only you can devour them wholly, the same way they cloak your world in the love that fills that neverending pit in your heart.

you're not biologically related to any of them in any way, too. yet it was all a matter of coincidence that they stumbled upon you.

but really, past is past.

then is then.

now it's just you and them.

it's you, with them.

just your family. overbearing, overprotective, overpowering.

but nothing is always over to you. their love isn't too much. how could you tell yourself it's too much? not when you were never given a basis of what is too much. how is one too much when you were never even given enough?

trust is built upon a foundation of connecting with others who can relate with you one way or another, who can see past through your flaws and mistakes— it's a bond that precedes mere acquaintanceship.

you might've met them later than everyone else, but it's you that completes them.

you're the puzzle that completes the family photographs, the goal for bruce to continue his legacy as batman and to ward off all evil, the inspiration for dick to be that aspiring hero everyone sees him to be, the reason jason begins to reform himself for your sake, the purpose for tim's endless pursuit of knowledge, the muse for damian's painting, the subject for his love he thought was no more, the ambition for steph's prolongation despite her countless of failures, the motivation for barbara to seek out all the criminals who have harmed you, the influence for cass to be stronger to protect you, the catalyst for duke to use his metahuman abilities for good, to take out those who walk in broad daylight, as if they weren't involved in your past tortures.

you're everything that they are.

their sunshine and moonlight, their companionship and loneliness, their pain and pleasure, their yin and yan.

their greatest passion.

a/n: hii guys erm. this is so sudden and also counts as a rant but yk... i feel like quitting this blog but at the same time not. it's just, i feel like writing has been more of an obligation than anything else. it doesn't help the fact that i've only been getting interaction if i were to actually produce something good. beyond that, it feels like people are expecting more of me. i get it, updates are sporadic, they appear in the blink of an eye when you least expect it, but at the same time it's just hard juggling what i want to write and what i feel like i need to write. this blog was primarily to post about my thoughts and to talk to people but lately, every time i open this app to write, i feel these plethora of thoughts and expectations telling me that if i don't do well enough then people would merely ignore whatever i post or it's just bad by standards. and yes i'm grateful for all the people supporting my writing, but at the same time i'm lead to a cycle of me losing my motivation to continue writing. ugh idk what im doing anymore help :((

tl;dr: will i stop writing? no, but at the same time i don't know. someday, i may deactivate this account out of impulse if i feel too much, or not. it depends hehe.