#this is how i call him everytime i see him

[kisssukuna33]

Can i request Sukuna hyping up and being very devoted to his wife who is insecure about her body after having a baby?

Husband Sukuna comforting Wife reader who's insecure about her body after having a baby

"He finally went to sleep" Sukuna said letting out a big sigh of relief as he sat down on the couch beside you.

As much as it was a blessing, being first time parents really took a toll on you both. It's only been 2 months so far and the baby has pretty much changed your life upside down. The dark circles visible in both of your faces say that enough.

"He kept crying even after you left to check the restaurant this morning" a displeased sigh left your mouth matching your husband's.

"I told you to sleep woman" Sukuna said gently grabbing your face into his hands as he observed the dark circles under your eyes, a concerned expression taking over his face.

"Tell that to your son, he's the one keeping me up"

"That's why I told you to call me if he started to give you shit. That's it, I'm closing the restaurant for 3 more weeks" Sukuna said, no almost like he scolded you.

"You're going to lose customers if you keep closing it like this" You voiced your concern because you know Sukuna didn't spend time in the restaurant more than 4 days since you have given birth. Everytime he had to leave he looked at you like he's leaving you alone in a Battlefield.

"That's not something you have to concern yourself with, I pay the workers anyway" He got up from the couch as he went to your shared bedroom and came back with a bag in his hands.

"Besides I already earned enough for my family to be comfortable, you know that" He said as he put the bag in your hands.

"what's this?" You asked curiously taking a peek inside the bag. A dress. A gorgeous tube dress with a large flower in the middle and cut out from the sides. You can never compete with Sukuna's taste when it comes to choosing clothes. He knows what looks good on you everytime and you never doubted his taste until maybe now.

You have given birth only 2 months ago, your post pregnancy belly and the stretch marks surrounding it is still pretty much visible, not to mention you are completely a different size from before. You anxiously check the inside of your dress to see the size Sukuna bought you, in deep down you wanted to check if Sukuna also took notice in your change of weight. But for some reason the size tag has been ripped off from the dress already. That sly bastard.

"Wear it, We are going out for dinner. I already called Choso so he will babysit tonight" Sukuna said as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. He wanted to make you happy, he really did. He didn't want you to remember the early part of your parenting journey as only stress. He thought maybe finally going out for dinner can be a good change for the both of you. But it didn't take him that long to notice the sour expression in your face.

"uh Kuna how about we-"

"No we are going, you have been inside the house for 2 months. You need this" he said in a stern voice leaving no room for arguments.

You sigh thinking of another way to not wear this dress.

"This looks expensive" That earned an eyebrow raise from Sukuna.

"of course it isn't. When the fuck have I ever bought you cheap shit?" Sukuna said like he's personally offended by your comment.

"That's not what i- Anyway maybe this is too much for a dinner" please work! Please work! You mentally chanted as you continued with the lie "I'm gonna save this for a special occasion".

Sukuna wore a dumb look on his face. Clearly trying to figure out what nonsense are you spouting because he can just buy you a new one? Like he always do?

You avoided meeting meeting Sukuna's gaze because that man can read you like a book.

"Woman what are you- And Why do you keep looking that way? Look at me" Sukuna said as he kneeled down in front you.

He cupped your face with one hand as he brought it closer to his face.

"spit it out"

You left out a sigh as you began telling him how you felt about your post pregnancy body and it didn't take long for Sukuna's face to drop. He felt like it was his fault that you felt this way. It's been few weeks since you two shared intimacy and Sukuna wasn't able to remind you how much devoted he is to your body even after you gave birth ( your doctor said 4 weeks of no sex but Sukuna being the protective husband he is, decided to wait atleast two months).

The moment you finished your explanation Sukuna picked you up into his arms. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently put you down the bed as he started to take off your shirt. You were a bit nervous at first but decided to let him do it anyway. The moment you see the scars visible in your belly you looked away hiding from Sukuna's gaze.

"Look at me, Don't look away"

Sukuna brought his face closer to your scars. First he ran his fingers through them. Like a blind man reading a book and touching it with care. Then his lips started to touch your skin. He kissed you softly slowly making his way around your scars. He kept bringing his eyes to yours reminding them to keep watching. Sukuna didn't miss a single scar, no. When he finally separated his lips from your body, you felt like he casted a spell on you. A purifying spell making all the negative energy around your body go away.

"You went through hell with the brat, those scars are reminders that how strong of a fight you put up. Scars or without scars you are still the same gorgeous woman I fell in love with 2 years ago" listening to Sukuna's words you can't help but let the tears fall down. How much lucky you must be to have this man in your life. If you could marry him again you would do it in a heartbeat.

"And don't you dare call my wife ugly I will fucking kill you"

That earned a giggle from your part as you smacked his chest playfully.

"Your wife must be a very lucky woman then" you murmured wrapping your arms around Sukuna's neck as you pull him into your embrace.

"Nah, I'm the lucky one"

[vampzity]

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★ BONUS DAY: ATZ HYUNG LINE TWT LINKS ★

[ DISCLAIMER ]: the following links contain PORN which is only suitable for mature audiences!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+!! all links contain hetero content! some dont have any sound :’)

[warnings]: porn… duh!, spanking, fingering, jacking off, unprotected sex, ejaculation, anything else i missed

⭐️: author’s favorite

[ KIM HONGJOONG ]

be a good bunny: hongjoong loved calling you his little bunny— especially when you were good for him. he’d come home from work, sit you on his lap and let you grind your swollen cunt away as his hands kneaded your ass. he’d praise you for your sweet moans, for when you ran your clit just perfectly against his sensitive tip. he’d smack you enough to leave his hand print so that you knew you belonged to him and only him.

mere distraction: sometimes working on a deadline takes a toll and t was even more frustrating when you had no inspiration. you always made it a chore to drop off his dinner, but he needed to let out his hardships. you ride him with such joy, feeling his cock press against your cervix as he plays with your ass. he smacks it, squeezes it, anything he can do to ease his stress.

[ PARK SEONGHWA ]

⭐️ pillow princess: seonghwa adores everything about you. from the way you walk, to the way your face flushes red whenever he compliments you. but sometimes you drive him so nuts that he’s desperate to tear you apart. he practically offers himself to you— lets you grind your pretty pussy against his face as he drags his tongue against your slick. he especially loves it most when you squeeze his head with your thighs as you’re begging to cum. and when you do? don’t expect him to stop. he’s doing this for his own pleasure as well.

slow and steady: he was always so sensual when it came to sex. he’d gently pump himself into you, allowing you to get used to his size as his tip grazed against your sweet spot, teasing it beyond capacity. as much as he loved cumming inside of you, he loved seeing it drop down your soft skin. how pretty your pussy looked as his cum ran down your folds rather than spilled out of you. he would make sure every inch of him was inside you, forcing you to take his lanky size.

[ JEONG YUNHO ]

⭐️ such a tight fit: you loved yunho’s hands. they were so big, so veiny, and he knew they were your weakness. he also knew how well they stretched you out. whenever you were good for him, he’d promise to play with you. his long fingers would pound at your sweet spot, curling inside of you as he was rough with you. he admired how swollen your pussy was from you struggling to take them in. and god, you were so wet. he’d run his pads against your clit, your cunt glistening as you squirted onto his palm. even when you cum he’d keep going, he didn’t care how sensitive you were. you were his toy after all, so he’d keep playing with you.

i promise i’ll listen: if you thought being bad was gonna help you get your way, you’ve be gravely mistaken. now here you lay, your poor clit being abused as yunho refuses to let you cum. he starts off slow, speeding up his pace until you’re begging for more. then he stops, leaving you a sopping wet mess. maybe next time you’ll learn to stay in your place hm?

[ KANG YEOSANG ]

good boy: yeosang loved submitting to you. he’d let you do anything you wanted if it meant he got to cum. you’d make him sit there in front of you and force him to hold himself up as you stroke his needy cock. it throbbed uncontrollably in your hands as you ordered him not to cum onto your face— you didn’t want to ruin your makeup! he’d practically fold everytime you called him a good boy, even sweet boy would do him in. he was just so desperate to please you.

⭐️ desperate dog: despite yeosang being the more submissive one in your relationship, he fucked you like he’d never get the chance to again. he was rough, sloppy, he was so desperate to cum inside of you.. or on you, he didn’t care. he just wanted to feel your walls squeezing around his aching cock as he rammed himself into you, tapping your sweet spot with his leaking tip.

back to valentine’s masterlist

a/n: some videos i found were WILDINNN like somebody call the coochie police…? but overall this was fun to write for! if you guys are interested in more stuff like this i wouldn’t mind doing more in the future! :3

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[tvgals]

ok so boom, baseball player! ony and his actress! wife strikes again.

ony has been signed to the dodgers for five years now, and he doesn’t plan on retiring anytime soon. he’s been hitting absolute piss missiles for the past year and knows everyone in the league fears him as one of the most feral outfielders in the game.

ony has been on top of the world for years, the biggest headlines featuring his name and how you and him are the best couple to come out since kanye and kim, how the two of you are inseparable and can’t help but show the world, but when you two fight, it’s also obvious to the whole world. ony is a hothead, when the ump makes a terrible call, he’s the first to start throwing curse words and throw and hit shit around the dugout, and you hate it. you hate it because he’s giving himself a bad rap. sure, he could be the best fucking player in the world, but his shitty attitude could cost him a lot.

-

“baby. you know they always make shit worse on tv.” ony argues, leaning back in the drivers seat of his 2019 porsche 718 booster you were pissed. today, the dodgers played against the cincinnati reds, and ony struck out for the first time in a month off of a terrible call, a ball that was basically skimming the ground. he was furious, he stomped his way to the dugout and everyone knew to move out his way. ony flipped out, smashing his bat, throwing around the large gatorade containers, flinging helmets around, the whole thing. you were fuming in the stands, standing up and stomping away yourself. you couldn’t believe ony. you told him that you didn’t wanna see him act a fool in front of all these people again that he was making a bad reputation for himself everytime he acted out…but he never listened.

“you know that everytime you act an ass, it goes back to the dodgers and it makes everyone look bad. you need to calm down.” you reprimand him, scrolling on twitter to see everything people are saying about your husband. “why do you care so much?” he asks, rolling his deep brown eyes. in all honesty, ony couldn’t care less how people perceived him. he’ll forever be known as that dodgers player, that everyone will love him no matter how bad his attitude is. but for whatever reason, you can’t see that. you don’t understand why they put up with him…how you put up with him.

“take me home.” you grumble, firm and angry. ony huffs to himself, stepping on the gas. you watch out the window as you see the trees and mountains pass by as a blur, you felt your body be almost forcefully pushed into your seat, as if you couldn’t lean forward. “ony, slow down.” you warm him, digging your fingernails into the seat. “you wanna go home, right?” he asks, a small chuckle mixed in. your heart started to race and you feel like you can’t breathe. “onyankopon. i am not fucking kidding, slow the car down!” you yell, tears pricking at your eyes. “shutup. just shut up. all you do is preach at me and make me feel like a little kid all the time. i will crash this fucking car if you don’t shut up.” he yells back, stepping on the gas harder. in his haze of anger, he doesn’t notice the deer standing in the middle of the road, or the way you scream, or the way he doesn’t yank the wheel to move out of the way.

the deer hits the car with an insane force of power, taking the bumper off and cracking the windshield almost to oblivion. ony pulls over, the car creaking and shards of glass peppered around the inside of the car. you can’t hold it in anymore and you start sobbing, you can see the way the glass has scarred your skin, you can feel how bad your back hurts and how your eyes feel like they’re about to pop. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you scream, unbuckling your seatbelt and slapping ony across the face. he’s stuck in place, his hands grippping the steering wheel with extreme force. “are you fucking kidding me?! you almost killed us and now you wanna be quiet? get the fuck out of here.” you wail, flinging the car door open and steadily stepping out.

you walk away to god knows where, as long as it’s not with that fucking maniac.

[baestruly]

Spencer reid, who is crazy nervous around the reader who is like this cold,quiet, and scary person and Spencer like wants to ask them out but he keeps messing up like stuttering everytime he interacts with reader or accidentally ruining something of hers and reader knows his crush on her and agrees to go out with him. It could lead to smut if you'd like. Hope this is acceptable.

for the poetry books ━━ spencer reid

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  spencer reid x fem!reader

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 spencer has had a crush on you for a while, making it painfully obvious to the rest of the team. finally, one day, spencer's usual clumsiness around you sparks new informed feelings warnings - fluff, reader is usually grumpy, spencer is giving s1 spencer, morgan is their biggest shipper, (my poetry skills um) wc: 1.5k

It was fair to say you’ve always been distant and closed off.

If anyone were to peek a glance at you from across the room, they might say you’re angry, mean and bossy.

But Spencer never saw that.

He saw your strength and courage. The way you’d scrunch your nose when catching onto something in a case, or the way your hands would slightly unclench when talking to the people you cared for most. 

Because you were comfortable. 

He saw things he thought you didn’t even notice.

It was fair to say, he was a profiler after all. 

But so were you and it wasn’t impossible to see these continuous and not-so-subtle glances Reid threw at you every day from across the BAU.

“Oh look, pretty boy’s at it again.” Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. 

The comment had you looking up from the files scattered across the desk, the ones you’d carefully been scanning for any clue on how to find this UNSUB. So far, it’s been a day without any luck and Hotch had told the team to stay low until the UNSUB left a blue on to who his next victim or whereabouts would be.

“What now, Morgan?” You spat, frustrated. “You’ve been talking nonsense for 10 minutes now.”

He laughed again, his famous teasing smirk toying his lips. “Well, I'm sorry for trying to put my head in another place rather than the amount of things we’ve seen today, Little Miss Sunshine.” 

You only scoffed, shaking your head, but rather still amused with his playfulness. Only the team could secretly cheer you up after a long and stressful day.

“Looks like you got the real sun beaming at you from over there though, that why you’ve been so gloomy until now?”

Finally, you looked up from your papers, shooting him a warning glare before scanning your eyes to find who he was so obviously talking about.

Dr. Spencer Reid.

Morgan had been teasing the two of you for weeks, mentioning Spencer's glances he made when you weren’t paying attention━━head elsewhere, or how he’d be a stuttering mess whenever having a conversation one-on-one. 

Unlike Reid, none of the team can say they’ve ever seen you crack. Emily had disturbingly called you the female version of Hotch━━also younger.

“Leave him alone, Derek, you think I haven’t noticed? I practically feel his stare.” You defended your friend. Although you and Reid had very different personalities, you got along well. While Reid was always looking for opportunities to spit out his knowledge or jump to inform anyone on his interests and theories of the deep pits of his genius brain, you were calm and collected, rather than keeping your interests and thoughts to yourself━━except on certain cases of course.

You were strict and determined while Reid was more reserved and quiet. But it didn’t make you think of him any less. 

“C'mon (Y/N), I see the way you soften that cold exterior you got over there around him, what are you waiting for?”

The truth was, you were scared. And when you were scared, you always pushed it aside and went with what had to be done.

But when it came to Spencer, you were scared.

It wasn’t something you’d ever admit, especially to the little snitch Morgan over there, but your friendship with Reid was strong and it’s something you would never intend to break.

“I don’t have time to be talking about this.” 

Morgan held his hands out in surrender. “Alright, alright. But c’mon, it pains the team to deal with the tension between you two lovers every day.” His voice mocked what could be a dramatic romantic monologue.

“Goodbye, Morgan.” You yelled back, watching him turn his back with a laugh as he walked to his desk.

After about an hour, you decided it was time you headed home to get some sleep—if you even could. Cases left like these always keep you awake, prying at all the things in your brain looking for something to give you a clue to crack the case.

When you opened the door to go outside, the soft brush of the summer breeze comfortingly grazed your face. 

Unfortunately, Spencer’s appearance at your side couldn’t have come across any softer.

Just like that, all the files in your hand go flying from your grasp when Spencer quickly tries to get to the door to catch up to you. This had to be the third time this week he’s accidentally knocked something out of your hands or off your desk. 

“Oh, crap━━I am so sorry, here I'll just━━” He quickly started picking up the files on the ground in a hurry, his anxious demeanour practically radiating off of him. It was starting to make you even more anxious than you’d like to admit.

This couldn’t refrain you from giggling at him, bending down to meet his level as you started to help him with the files he’d dropped. 

He looked embarrassed, a faint redness tinting his soft, beautiful features. “Sorry again, I━━”

“Spence,” your eyes softened among your last few chuckles, “it’s okay I got it.”

He still picked up a few before placing the remaining papers in your hands as he gave you an anxious smile, the wind blowing his hair softly.

You stood up, shifting your head from downwards to upwards as he now stood in front of you and scrunched his nose. 

“I was just trying to catch you before you left, I, um━━need to ask you something.” Spencer declared, looking down and then into your eyes. You noted the extra pitch to the end of his hesitant words and how anything he said sounded what was very faint of a question.

“You do, huh? Is it worth ruining all my papers for?” You teased, looking up into his eyes with a small smile. He’d only chuckled quietly as if he were trying to stay calm. You weren’t supposed to profile each other, but to anyone, this could’ve been obvious. 

Unexpectedly, he reached into the brown bag he had strapped over his shoulder and pulled out a book. 

A book?

“I just wanted to give this to you. You mentioned the other day about how you were starting to get into poetry. I thought you might like this.” 

You gently grabbed the book from his hands, your eyes sparkling as you studied the beautiful artwork on the cover. “Wow━━Spencer, yes I have been, thank you so much for this, this means a lot.” 

No one had ever given you gifts. Not ones on days like these. You’d never gotten gifts on your birthday let alone the one gift you needed from your parents most.

Love.

What was it like? Was it the racing of your heart whenever that one person looked at you with such admiration you wanted to melt━━because if that was true, you’d be a mess right about now.

You hoped the heat rising on your cheeks couldn’t be seen, the cool breeze giving relief to the heat in your face. 

“I guess I'll see you tomorrow then.” He smiled with a little wave before he turned on his heel to the parking lot.

You couldn’t help but admire the book, gliding your finger over the front cover and opening the front page━━to the dedication.

To your surprise, there was a note written there━━not from the author, but with a gel pen.

seeing this book made me think of you, but truth be told, my mind is a cloud, floating elsewhere, taking me away from all the bad when I see your face.  my heart starts to race before every case. but it’s not from fear, it’s from your presence.  the presence of your eyes, your soft hair you always put in a bun, your mind.  it’s all so beautiful.  so, that’s why i’m giving you this.  because not only are the words etched from ink beautiful but so are the pair of eyes reading.

You feel unglued from the pavement before you hurriedly race after Spencer━━the man who you so badly wanted to hug, kiss, and tell him how much he meant to you at this very moment.

Because he felt the same.

Somehow you knew he had for a while now, but this was real. The note was real.

Everything in this moment was so real.

“Spencer, wait!” You shouted after him, Spencer turning around with his eyebrows pinched together. 

You stopped before him, heart racing a million miles per minute. 

His eyes beamed with hope and admiration in the moonlight and you reached up to brush his hair out of his eye. 

He looked down nervously, but looked into your eyes again, slightly shocked from your bold gesture.

“I like you too.”

“You━━you do?” He asks, eyes softening even more.

“Yes.”

The moments of longing and emptiness were filled from the touch of you and Spencer’s lips. That tension through many months of stares across the bullpen and smiles on the jets were made up until this very moment, where it’s just you and the man you liked so much.

You finally could say it. It was real.

You pulled away softly, eyes being hooked to his as your face moved away. Giving him a smile and an aggressive hair ruffle, you walk in front of him, leaving a still-dumbfounded Spencer in the parking lot.

“Guess it’s a date then, pretty boy.”

masterlist | spencer reid masterlist

[froggibus]

Ohh, okay okay I see! lol I wasn’t using my head after all 🤣 ty! Still! I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day with lots of chocolate and fun! 💖💖 (Chucks virtual chocolate your way 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫)

I love, love the batboys and Kon-el! 🥰🥰🥰

Valentine's Day - Batboys, Wally West & Kon-El Kent

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kon-El Kent and Wally West

Genre: fluff

Summary: what they do for valentines day with you

CW: kinda corny tbh, valentine's day & classic tropes, gifted jewellery

hey hi! happy valentines day :) sending some virtual chocolate to you too B) i hope you like this! i've never written for kon before but i based this off what i remember from young justice, so hopefully he's not too ooc?

valentine's day 2023

wanna get in on the valentine's fun? send me a 💘 and your favorite character, and i'll write a short blurb/hc for them!

Dick Grayson:

Dick’s always looking for fun, new outings—and he treats Valentine’s Day no differently.

He asks you to be his Valentine by surprising you at work with flowers and your favorite lunch. It’s simple and sweet and just the right amount of showy.

He takes you out for a night on the town, starting with trying that new food place you’ve been talking about. He can’t take his eyes off you at dinner, insisting on taking a picture to ‘capture your beauty’.

He takes you to an adult arcade after dinner, where he treats you to fun new cocktails and your favorite arcade games. After kicking his ass at most of the games in the arcade, he’s taking you back to his place.

He gifts you a bracelet with his initials on it and the two of you spend the night talking about your future together. 

Jason Todd:

Jason surprises you with a homemade dinner and a quiet, intimate night.

He’s had it planned for weeks—what he’s making, what he’s wearing, what you’re doing. Everything is preplanned and prepared ahead of time to make it stress free on both of you. 

He asks you to be his Valentine on the first of February by giving you a book bouquet—complete with the books you’d been wanting to read, a sweet note and your favorite flowers. He keeps the dinner part a surprise, only telling you when and where to show up.

Dinner goes off without a hitch, and then he’s breaking out the rosé and chocolate covered strawberries (he made them himself). 

You spend the night drinking, chatting and watching a cozy movie on his couch. 

Tim Drake:

He wants to do something casual but sets out to do something extravagant. In the end, you have a lowkey night together.

He asks you to be his Valentine by hacking your computer, giving you a ‘virus’ that prompts you to be his Valentine. You accept—and then call him to have a serious conversation about internet safety.

He invites you over to share your favorite takeout and a fancy cheesecake. You spend the night playing video games and watching movies on the couch, cuddled up closely. 

He makes up silly side quests throughout the night—like if he gets five kills with his ultimate, you have to kiss him. Or everytime the main character in the movie you’re watching is rude to someone, you have to get closer to him (if that’s even possible.)

At the end of the night, he takes you up to his room. He shows you a cute little puzzle game he made for you, with each puzzle corresponding to an important night in your relationship.

You only cry a little.

Kon-El Kent:

Kon prefers a lowkey night together, but he’s willing to do anything to make you happy.

He asks you to be his Valentine by showing up at your door with a sign, flowers and a box of chocolates. It’s dorky, but it’s cute and it has your heart melting. 

He takes you out for a classic Valentine’s date—a fancy dinner and a movie right after. 

The restaurant he takes you to is quiet and intimate, and the food is delicious. You chat over drinks and food, and he insists you get dessert to take home with you.

He takes you to see that new superhero movie you’ve been wanting to see, making little jokes about how he’d ‘solo’ that guy in his sleep. You just laugh at him and hug his bicep.

At the end of the night, he takes you to a 24hr florist where the two of you take turns picking out flowers for a very special bouquet. He gifts you the bouquet with a handmade card and a promise ring.

It’s a beautiful night. 

Wally West:

He’s trying to make Valentine’s perfect, and nothing’s gonna stop him.

He asks you to be his Valentine by handpicking your favorite flowers and showing up at your door with them. He offers you a lopsided grin and stumbles through his words, but eventually the word ‘Valentine’ leaves his mouth. 

He brings you little treats throughout the whole day. A coffee at work/school in the morning, your favorite lunch in the afternoon. When it’s finally time to pick you up, he’s waiting outside your door with yet another bouquet. 

He takes you to the beach for dinner, the two of you watching the waves. Wally keeps his arm around you the whole time, awkwardly eating with his one free hand. 

When it gets cold, he’s dashing away and coming back an instant later with one of his hoodies to shrug over your shoulders. It’s comfy and warm and smells just like him.

After dinner, he’s taking you to an arcade and challenging you at every game in sight. He beats you at almost everything but trades in his tickets to offer you a ring pop.

At the end of the night, he’s taking you back to his place where he already has your favorite movie queued up.

thanks for reading ^.^

masterlist | dc masterlist

[v1x3n]

CORNERSTONE — s.gojo

⸝⸝ PAIRINGS ⫶ sugurus ex!suguru geto x brothers bestfriend!reader

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ⫶ sugurus death hit you hard and it also hit satoru hard, so hard you two fell into eachothers arms.

⸝⸝ TAGS ⫶ angst - death, alcohol, drugs.

His death was heartbreaking, for you and him. The two people he was closest to mourned over him at his funeral for hours. The dirt beneath them growing soggy at their damp tears which fall to the ground, hoping to resurrect him. Unfortunately it doesn't happen. 

But the two of you sob and sob, the only other person beside you was a white haired man, a man your brother told you about. A rumor, a myth - you thought him as. But here he was, wet globs striking down his face just as they were for you. The tall man who knelt over the grave, a ugly mask plastered over his face. That's the first time you met this man.

The man your brother loved, you didn't know whether they were in love or whether it was a brotherly love but by the way this guy was crying - he clearly loves suguru a lot, more than just friends.

This was the first time you ever saw the man of the myth, and you thought it was the last time.

His eyes grew heavy, wandering into a bar and the heaviness searching around as he strides up to the counter. The sticky counter that covers his arms in pure grease. He wasn't a man to drink, hated the taste of it, hated how disgusting it was and the blur of the night once he got drunk. But right now he needed one, fuck! He needed much more than one.

Dizziness fills his mind, takes over his thoughts and feelings as he wobbles around the bar. Feet trembling with every step he took, his hand tightening around the glass of the strongest cocktail he could buy.

"Fuck- watch yourself!" some blob of a person shouts at him when he falls into a group of men. "Sorry," satoru slurs, not even looking back. That's when he stops.

And he sees a person, long beautiful black hair that falls down to their back. Around the same height, maybe he had shrunk or something? But nonetheless it was him. The same man he fell in love with.

His fingers stiffened as he went to tap the person on the shoulder, "suguru-" satoru starts but as the so called suguru turns around. It's a frustrated woman, staring up at him. Her scoff sent through satorus bones, "Sorry" he mumbles, "Thought you were someone else" satoru whispers, mostly to himself as the lookalike turns back around.

That's when he decided to stop drinking and order a cab.

The elongated ride home dawned on him as he sat in the stinking cab in silence. He looked around and held tight onto the belt that held him tight in the vehicle. Silent radio hits played in the background of his mind as the car screeched to a halt at a red light. That's when he took a long exhale in.

And smelt a smell he longed for. One that reminded him of home, comfort. The warm scent welcomed to his nostrils, the scent of the one and only suguru. God, he missed him. Missed his scent filling up his nose when they tightened their hugs goodbye after a night of pure passion.

He bounces from bar to bar for weeks straight, heart dropping every time he sees someone who slightly looks like his ex lover. Sadly everytime he gos to chat to the figment of suguru, he usually gets told to fuck off or something of the sort.

He looks at the circle sign that hangs on the brick wall to the bar, 'cornerstone' the sign sang out to him. He strolls in and the routine starts again.

The forever circle of finding a new bar, drowning his sorrows in fun tasting drinks, finding suguru in every single person he sees, then longing for him on the way home.

But this time he sees someone, no no no, i know what you're thinking. it's just someone who slightly resembles suguru. but youre wrong. this person was uncanny, looked and the air around this person was the exact same. their face turned to his direction, and satoru could see the pretty girl on the phone. Your eyebrows furrowed as you aggressively speak down the phone, he could pick up some words. "What the fuck do you mean, no?" you scoff, clearly very upset about something, "Its your fucking job, so get me my shit!"

You sigh, frustrated at your dealer. Who apparently wont fucking get you anymore drugs because hes worried about your mental health or whatever bullshit. Your dealer was a friend of yours, who knew how upset you were after sugurus passing. You turned to drugs soon after, the highs you would forget turning everything foggy made you forget.

Your dealer starts talking but you hang up when your eyes meet a man you had seen before. Your eyes connect to satorus, both of you looking at each other in awh. That's when he remembers you, from the funeral.

Satoru noticed that you were by yourself and decided to walk up to you, "y/n geto?" he hums, glancing at you up and down. "satoru, right?"

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Manwhore! (Smau Slutty! Gojo x fem! Reader) University AU Pt 5.

Pt 4 is here

A/N: this isn't the last part!!

If there’s something that Gojo regretted, is that he ever met that crazy woman. 

They have the same hair color, so it becomes what connects them by talking about it. She was such a sweet person. He should’ve known her smile was too weird. 

He grits his teeth as he rushes to the place. 

***

“You’re sick!” you said to her in anger. 

She scoffs “I already know, tell me something I don’t know” 

“Gojo wouldn’t want to be with a crazy person like you” 

She grew a vein “now-” 

The door opens revealing Gojo, panting-he was running. 

“How did you know the place?” you asked him. 

“Doesn’t matter” he said “let her go now” 

She cackled “there’s only one way” she mutters “choose” 

“What?” he said

“There’s a gun here-” 

Without hesitation he points it at her. 

“So you choose her, huh?” she said 

“Yeah no shit” you said 

She sighed “fine, just kill me” 

“This pistol is empty isn’t it?” he said “you planned to kill both of us since the start” 

“You psycho!” you said 

“Yes I-” 

You kick her leg as she fell down 

“That was embarrassing lol” you said. Gojo rushes to save you as you and him run-that crazy bitch was soon caught by the police. Gojo decided to call the police. 

“Has she attempted any of this with your ex?” you asked Gojo 

“No” he said “I didn’t have anyone except you” 

“Is that supposed to make me flattered?” you said to him “I’m hungry, let’s get KFC” 

“Let’s choose another place” he said “I don’t know why but KFC make me sad” 

“Weirdo, but sure” 

***

You guys get some burgers, your legs are still shaking from fear-and Gojo can see it. 

“I’m so-” 

“Did she haunt you?” you mutter to him “make your life a living hell?” 

He looks down “yeah” he said quietly, he hasn’t been able to sleep ever since then. He changed phones but nothing seemed to work. 

Not to mention she’s gaslighting him, everytime he wants to call the police she told him about her dead father, or the fact that no one would believe him. 

“(Y/N), I-” 

“No” you said 

“...I haven’t even said anything,” he mutters quietly. 

You sighed “I know what you’re going to say” you mutter “but you’re not ready” 

“I like you,” he said. 

“I like you too” you mutter “but you’re not ready for something like this. She ruins your life, and I didn’t want to add more” 

“So you’re saying I should seek therapy” 

“I should too” you joke (or do you) “it’s your choice, all I’m saying is you need time” 

He nods “well, I can still ogle you-” 

You throw your shoes at his face. 

“We literally haven’t done any of our assignment” 

“Shit, you’re right” 

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saw brave new world, heres my thoughts (spoilers ahead)

Honestly? I loved it. it's not a masterpiece at all, but I genuinely enjoyed it because it felt like what the mcu once was.

I didn't see the trailer (bc trailers tend to show the whole plot and I hate it) so it's unbeknownst to me if bucky was in it, but I literally had to bite my lip to not scream in excitement LMAOOO he had like 5 mins of screen time and they were wonderful. Seeing how Sam and bucky are friends is so lovely to me (he CALLED bucky when he felt defeated. someone hold me)

I have such a soft spot for Isaiah and girl I wanted to cry everytime something with him went wrong :,) . Glad it all turned out alright.

I thought the fight scenes were really good, the cgi wasn't total ass (unlike in Thor. what was that.), I loved the characters, whether I already knew them or if they were just introduced. This movie has raised my expectations and leaving me even more excited for thunderbolts.

again, this is not the best movie I've seen in my life, but it's a good superhero movie, and that's all i wanted :,)

[pinkkpjobx]

can you do an imagine where jj is obsessed with reader but he’s also very shy around her like he’s always confident and his flirty self with everyone else but with reader he just gets flustered everytime he’s around her. maybe him asking her out or confessing his love for her or something idk

I gotchu babes

warnings: none really, just fluff! not proofread.

notes: yall....i had like all of it written, then Tumblr decided it hates me and deleted all of it, so i had to rewrite it (it did it twice 😭) ...i actually cried.

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it all began in freshman year, when jj started flirting with every girl to distract himself.

every girl but you. every time he tried, he would stumble over his rehearsed pick-up lines and walk away a blushing mess. he didn't understand it.

he didn't understand you.

until junior year, when he finally realized he liked you. which didn't make a whole lot of sense because the only interaction he had with you (other than the failed attempts at wooing you) were small smiles across the classroom and friendly waves when he just so happened to go surfing at the exact same time as you.

he would be so entranced by the way you balanced on your board as you rode the waves that he would fall off of his. you would look over curiously, unaware of the previous staring. on the rare occasion that he was able to stay up, he would show off and hope that you were looking.

and you were. every time he caught a wave, you were watching him as he did some over the top trick, giggling to yourself as he messed up half the time.

now, you weren't stupid. you knew he liked you, but you wouldn't act on it. not unless he initiated it.

so you started going to the same parties him and hanging out with the pouges in hopes to get closer to jj.

as soon as he would see you at a party, he would find some random girl to hook up with, just so he could leave the party with a reasonable excuse.

as for the pouge hangouts. he would always manage to sit on the opposite side of the room, twinkie, bonfire, you name it.

you were completely fine with it, knowing he needed time. however, the other pouges were not. namely sarah and kie, the other two were dragged into it.

so one surf trip, while you, pope, and jj were in the water, the others were building a fire and ploting. they came up with a plan to get you and jj to sit next to each other and hopefully spark a conversation. then they'd get up and pray that jj would build enough courage to ask you out.

pope, done for the day, swam back to shore, leaving you and jj to ride the next waves.

well, leaving you to ride the waves and jj to watch as he failed to stay up for even one.

after a few more waves (and a couple wipe outs on jj's part), the two of you returned to shore as well.

"some sick waves today." kie said as you sat down next to pope, leaving the last open spot the one on your left.

"best i've seen in a while." pope, responded. the group fell into another comfortable silence as everyone waited for jj to return from the twinkie.

"beer, weed, and marshmallows. or what i like to call, a good time." jj announced his return as he tossed the bag of marshmallows at john b. once he passed out beers, he looked at he empty spot next to you. "uh, yeah! i'll just...i'll just sit here." he sat down next to you, careful not to let his knee or elbow graze you accidentally.

kie and sarah smirked at each other, while pope and john b looked at each other with weary expressions, not quite sure how this would pan out.

"tough waves today, jj? couldn't seem to stay up." kie teased.

he looked down, thankful for the fire infront of him for masking the blush on his cheeks with orange and yellow hues. "not my day, i guess."

"says the best surfer on the island." you complimented.

"that's rich coming from you." he responded, internally patting himself on the back for managing a sentence without stuttering or stumbling over any words.

"i've had off days before." you said, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"y-yeah, but your off days are on the same level as my good days." he looked at you briefly, catching your eyes, before looking back to the fire.

you smile at the compliment. "thank you."

as the conversation continued, he grew more confident in his words. he even started fishing for opportunities. suggesting surf trips, parties, even offering to walk you home that night.

he was so concentrated on not making a fool of himself that he didn't even notice the other pouges leaving.

over by the twinkie, sarah smirked at pope and john b. "told you it would work."

pope smiled over at jj while john b just shook his head. "i shouldn't have doubted you."

'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'

"if you could travel anywhere in the world, anywhere, where would you go?" jj asked. he was walking you home, your path only illuminated by a flickering street lamp.

"hmm, I've always wanted to go to greece." you replied.

he nodded, taking a mental note of that.

"what about you?"

"south africa." he said.

"why?"

"apparently, the waves there are top tier."

you hummed at that. "maybe i'll tag along....if that's okay with you?"

"yes!" he cleared his throat. "i-i mean..yeah, pfft, sure. why not?"

he smiled too. "great, um. do you-do you wanna go to lunch? or, or surfing? or both...we could do both, if you wanted-"

your house came into view and he took a deep breath, wanting to ask you before the night was over. "actually, i, um, i wanna ask you that. well, not that specifically, but, something close...kinda-"

"jj." you stopped his nervous rambling. "calm down."

he nodded. "right. right, yeah. um, i wanted to ask, if um, if your free tomorrow?"

you smiled. "i am. i am free."

"yes."

he paused. "what?"

"yes, jj. i would love to go out with you."

his face broke out into a smile, brighter than that coming from your porch light. "okay. okay, great, i'll-i'll come by at noon?"

you nodded, your own smile stuck on your face. "perfect." you looked up at your house. "thank you for walking me." then you did something he would remember forever.

you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"n-no problem."

"i'm gonna go inside now." you said, giggling.

"yeah! yeah, that's- that's good. i'll uh, i'll pick you up at noon."

you nodded and walked up the stairs to your house, closing the door with one last glance at jj.

he stayed there for a few minutes, bathing in the feeling of bliss that came from spending time with you.

when he finally started to walk back to the chateau, he couldn't stop himself from doing a small victory dance.

you watched from the window of your room, smiling at the idiot who stole your heart.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ KISS MY TROUBLES AWAY ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

𝓯𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝓶𝘪𝘯𝘢. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒, "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺."

✧ angst, fluff at the end (only a little), toxic/unhealthy!relationships, profanity, suggestive themes, bf calls reader slut, bf tries to force himself on reader (YIKES...), comfort person!mina, mina loved you since forever, proofread (that's smth new!) — bsf!mina x fem!reader ⋆ wc! 1.32k

°° boo bf BOOOOO he so bad I didn't even give him a name lmao, mina comes in at the end, there's more focus on the toxicity of reader's relationship if that makes sense, yes this was supposed to be an angst fic but I'm a fluff writer ok and this isn't very dark but some of the following cupids game fics may be more dark so stay tuned !! Likes n reblogs are appreciated ♡

✦ now playing! — kiss my troubles away ♪ twice 𐙚

Cupid's Game — 08

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UPSET, DISTRAUGHT AND FRIGHTENED WERE EMOTIONS YOU FELT ON A DAILY BASIS. upset, seeing your boyfriend just a little too close to another girl who twirled her hair around her finger, hand brushing his biceps as she laughed at a joke he made.

distraught, seeing the mess he left behind everywhere in everything. how you'd be left stood up by him, how you always had to clean after him, how you had to be wet and in the mood when he wanted you, but when you were in the mood? he's too busy playing a game with his friends.

frightened, everytime he walked in, drunk, slurring his vocabulary and got mad at you for no reason. the scream you let out as his hand collided with your cheek, because he thought you were out with another man while you spent all evening making a special dinner for valentines day.

you had enough of it all.

it started out small. getting pissy when he saw a bunch of dishes that you were yet to wash, commenting on every dish you made negatively, declaring your friends as not trustworthy.

maybe he had a bad day, you thought. he probably has a lot of stress. it's hard to live comfortably in this economy, right? yeah, it is. is it?

so, you let him use you. you let him throw you around, fuck you wherever, use you as if you were made to please him and your pleasure didn't matter.

then the abuse started.

he lost a deal, you'll get a punch. he lost a client, you'll get a slap. he isn't in a good mood, you'll get punished.

claiming it to be normal, you pushed through life all because you loved him. that's what you thought. you loved him, you'd been together for two years.

presenting, mina.

she hated it. so much. seeing the bruises, marks and hickeys that almost drew blood. her jaw tightened as she saw you limp-walk to her as she waited for you.

she constantly berated you to leave him, she knew you deserved so much better. she knew he isn't enough for you. one crucial information left out is that she is enough for you.

you never ceased to brush it off. he was your boyfriend, he loved you. you dreamt of getting married and having kids with him. mina had started to think she'd never get you out of this hellhole and she despised it.

she wanted you to be the y/n you were before you two started dating. she never liked him. he was always bad news in her sharp eyes.

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you never expected your world to come crashing down so quickly.

he walked in, too drunk to think of a word as you rushed over, trying to help him walk, yet he pushed you to the floor with a harsh shove. "wh-what happened?" your hushed voice spoke.

he leaned down, his hand interwining in your hair as he pulled you to your feet, a shriek leaving your lips. "you're a slut, you know that?" he laughed with a evil grin, the sight sending shivers down your spine.

"why? what did i-i do?" your meek voice broke his string of laughter, his dark eyes boring into yours. "i bet you let him fuck you, right?" he pushed you down on the couch beside you like you were a ragdoll.

"who? i didn't do anything!" you shrieked as his hand again yanked your hair, his hand trailing down. "you let him shove it in, yeah? had a lot of fun, no?"

you frantically refused, "no, you're the only one, trust me!" he didn't believe it. he didn't believe anything you said in the first place. "if he can fuck you, so can i, hmm?"

he ripped your t-shirt's sleeve and a scream left your lips, the tears you held back started flowing down your face. "stop!" you said between sobs, this isn't your boyfriend. this isn't the man you fell in love with.

he ripped your shirt off, fondling your chest through your bra, his hand going to the waistband of your shorts. you built up the courage to push him off you, grabbing another t-shirt from the stack of clothes you'd just folded prior to him coming.

you slapped him, hard across the face, before he could even comprehend what had happened.

you slipped the t-shirt on and rushed down the corridor with your phone which you quickly took from where it was charging, your wallet which was beside your phone; you hurriedly wore your shoes.

you slammed the door shut behind you as he cursed over and over while you ran. you ran as fast as you could. you didn't even know where you were going, your body was working on your heart's orders, not your brain's.

and your heart led you to her door. tears still rolled down your cheek as you pressed the doorbell. the door swung open to reveal your bestfriend and only solace in your chaotic world with your boyfriend, mina.

now, everything was clear as day. everything she said was true. you were blinded by love. the one thing you were sure you'd never let happen to yourself the day you saw your parent finalize their divorce after your dad cheated on your mom.

you jumped in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably against her chest, hands wrapped around her waist. your tears wet her t-shirt but she didn't care. she pulled you in, closing the door behind her as she let you cry as much as you wanted and listened afterward.

she consoled you, making sure you knew this wasn't your fault, he was toxic. he was the problem. he was always the problem, all along.

mina leaned in, giving you a tended kiss on your forehead before she went in the kitchen to cook something up for you.

this was the moment it clicked. every piece of the puzzle fit in to the solution of your problems. mina.

she was by your side, through all ups and downs, she never left you stranded. she was the one constant in your life. the soft smiles, treating you like you were the most special person on the planet, gifting you your favorite chocolates, sweets, fruits.

it was all because she cared for you. yet, you never realized it. you never realized that what your heart had been longing for all these months, was infront of you.

your boyfriend? he didn't matter anymore. your feelings? they were long gone the second he walked through the door and tried to force himself on you. he was nobody. absolutely nobody. you chanted in your mind.

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after around 10-15 minutes of mentally deleting all your memories with your asshole of a boyfriend, you stood up and decided to check up on what mina was doing.

you closed the door to her room and waddled across the corridor to the kitchen. mina stood near the stove, humming a song under her breath. she was effortlessly breathtaking.

your legs padded against the wooden floor as you softly tapped mina's shoulder, a light Blush coating your cheeks. she turned around, "hey, what happened?" she asked softly with a small smile.

"i think i like you, what should i do?" you stared up at her with you pretty chocolate brown eyes, hands cutesy fidgeting and lips spread into a little pout.

she was going to die right then and there.

"do what your heart wants you to, y/n. my heart wants to kiss you, if i'm being honest." her soft giggle made you blush harder. everything about her only made you more attracted to her.

her moles, her smile, her eyes. your heart was doing cartwheels and summersaults. "can you kiss me, mina?" you whispered, sure she wouldn't hear it, but she did.

the most whipped grin made its way onto her face and she pressed her lips against yours in a warm kiss. your boyfriend's kissed never felt this good.

your heart made the right call, in your opinion. she was everything he was not. and that was everything you wanted. she was everything you needed. this was what you needed.

"thank you, mina." you whispered as she broke the kiss to breathe. "for what?" she asked with an arched brow, her lips slightly swollen and her eyes glazed over in love.

"this was exactly what i needed right now. i just needed someone to kiss my troubles away, and you did just that."

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — 「cupid's game」

ᯓ✦ 𝓊𝗻𝚒𝘷𝐞𝗋𝓢𝙚 !

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[analysistics]

Y/n needs Chris...

Angst, slight panic attack, pet names, just cuddling, use of "baby"

Chris is in bed, doom scrolling on TikTok, tagging Matt in thirst traps. Y/n is at home in her bed, tossing and turning. She’s asleep, but her brain is on overdrive. Thoughts whip through her head, creating a wicked fever dream. She jolts awake, heart pounding as she sits bolt upright in bed. She gasps for air, eyes darting around the room. She sits there, feeling so small and helpless, curling into herself and starting to cry. Everything swirls around her. Homework, tests, college, life as a whole… She scrambles for her phone, fumbling with it to call Chris. Chris jumps a little when his phone starts to ring, but smiles when he sees it’s y/n. ”Hey, baby.” He smiles. Y/n breathes a small sigh of relief upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice. She sniffles and Chris’s face drops. “Baby.” ”Chris?” She says, her meek voice shaking. ”What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up. Y/n tries to figure out how to explain, but all that can be heard is her heavy breathing. ”C-c-can’t…” Is all she manages to get out. Chris softens. “Can’t what, baby?” He asks, trying to coax it out of her. She tries to explain, but everytime she starts to try and form words in her head, her chest tightens and she cries harder. Chris can’t stand listening to her cries anymore and flings the covers off of him. “I’m coming, baby. Sit tight, just breathe.” He says, voice firm. She nods, even though he can’t see her, trying to breathe. Chris throws a hoodie on and rushes upstairs to grab his keys and shoes. “Just breathe, you’re okay, sweetheart…” He continues as he makes his way to the car, continuing his sweet nothings as he drives to y/n’s house. He parks on the street and carefully climbs the tree next to her window, tapping on it lightly. Y/n sees him and jumps up, running to the window and unlocking it, pulling it open, and pulling Chris inside. Chris climbs through the window and shuts it behind him, immediately taking his girlfriend in his arms. “It’s okay, baby… I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He whispers, stroking her hair as she cries into his chest. She pulls back and puts her arms up, making grabby hands. Chris’s heart melts and he stoops to pick her up, easily holding her against his chest. She clings to him, her body molding against his so perfectly. He cradles her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, and softly sways with her, gently rocking her side to side, whispering comforting words in her ear. “I’ve got you…. Nothing will happen to you… I’ll keep you safe from everything….Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl…” Chris’s scent, warmth, and words quickly soothe y/n and she melts into him. He chuckles. “That’s my girl…” Y/n nuzzles into his neck, mumbling; “I love you, Chris.” She says, eyes closed, cheek squished against his shoulder. He coos, his tough guy exterior deteriorating to nothing. He carries her to bed, laying her down, keeping one hand on her thigh while he unties his shoes. He kicks them off and tucks his little girlfriend into the covers, climbing in next to her. She clings onto him, nuzzling her way in. He grins, staring down at y/n. His whole world in his arms, and he’ll do anything to protect her. “Everything will work out…. I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead before drifting off to sleep.

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Here you go! I hope I did a good job!

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id like to thank ninjago episode snake jaguar for everything but nothing all at the same time

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(Source - by the talented and beloved Adamrosssi)

[randomwritingdrabbles]

Just started rewatching futari wa precure (I had a huuuuuge precure phase when I was a kid and I watched like all the seasons available then) and I was reminded of just how similar miraculous ladybug is to precure. Like legit it is just a magical girl anime but with normal superhero outfits pasted over the top and it got me thinking about how we were fucking robbed of magical girl Adrien.

Like they should have based the outfits on what the user deemed a superhero outfit cus Adrien would be rocking up in frills and thigh high heels while Marinette would rock up in gotham hero grunge.

Like you cannot tell me that lonely baby adrien wasn't an avid consumer of precure and sailor moon but in the same vain, Marinette would have definitely been a western superhero fan with emphasis on the batfam.

Like just imagine:

Adrien: "I run off the power of love and will protect the people of paris with the help of my fairy plagg!"

Marinette, who's favourite show is batman and the only magical girl show she's seen is magi madoka: "w h a t???"

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Adrien, going through cutesy choreography that is 100% unessesary for his attack: "with the power of light I dispell you!"

Adrien: ✨️disintegrates a man✨️

Marinette: "..."

Marinette: "I am both terrified and amazed..."

(Adrien is upset he doesn't get a beam attack but he will make do by just making his cataclysm as extra as humanly possible)

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Marinette summons her lucky charm by rummaging through her utility belt, also she also has a gun because she was having a red hood phase when she got the miraculous. It shoots whatever bullets she's feeling like because creation magic bullshit.

They're mostly rubber but whenever hawkmoth shows up they become metal and also explode... Gabriel Agreste is terrified of the both of them and refuses to attend fights in person ever again, after the time that Ladybug almost blew off his leg because he was temporarily blinded by cat noir's petticoat.

[aphemera]

the end of we’ll be fine gives strong head ruffling vibes even if its ooc for athena to do so