#this is just me loving one day at a time with my entire heart

[lyricwritesprose]

Oh, for heaven's sake. Are we really calling that a costume? Are we really calling that a costume? You're supposed to be supervillains! Are we trying to say, "I am a dark god and you will bow to me, mortal insects?" or are we saying, "I am the sort of loser who starts my villain arc because I was turned down for junior prom?" Have some pride!

Also. Your weapons. I suppose guns will cut it in certain weak cities, but you're not in one now, are you? And they certainly don't have any style, and they also don't have a nonlethal option. You do have to consider your level of force. It makes a rather large difference in what heroes come after you and how hard they do. Speaking of which, what's your exit strategy? Please don't say "a car." I'm forty-five and I'm on blood pressure medicine, my heart can't take this level of secondhand embarrassment.

Is it at least a very good car?

It's a WHAT?! No. No, no, no, absolutely not. You deliberately gave that man your money? For something that looks like a retro video game and has the trunk space of a sedan and catches on fire for no apparent reason? I mean, I have supported other supervillains in the past but only the saddest of Sad Basement Bigots would ever call him super.

And your plan. Do you have a plan? Have you heard about—you point that weapon at me, young man, I'm not done talking to you—have you heard about silent alarms? Have you timed the police response? It averages four point four five minutes to this bank at this time of day, by the way. I do hope you took different times of day into your calculations. You didn't? Oh, dear.

Really, your best option at this point is—pointed at me I said—your best option is to cut and run. There is a particular word, you see, one that you don't want to whisper in the darkest corners of your dark heart, and it's going to occur to one of you any moment, and after that, it won't be long until the screaming starts—

Yes, that word. Hostage.

That wasn't wise.

Oh, pipe down, you had it coming. First of all, you bring shame to the profession, and second of all, you aren't playing with a hero, you're playing with me. And you didn't manage to point a gun at her, so you might even live—ambulance response to this bank is ten point two minutes, you have a fighting chance.

No, you don't actually want to know what would have happened if you'd pointed a gun at her. Nothing as friendly and sane as death. You see, the thing about heroes is that they care enormously about the entire world. The thing about me is, I have just as much hope and love in my soul—and it's all focused on three people. I'm a thing heroes have nightmares about, not because I'm heartless, but because I'm not. Heartless people don't care enough to do the things I've done. So if by some miracle you ever heal enough to stagger into a bank again, waving a gun—pray you meet a hero and not me.

A retired Super Villain is at the bank with their daughter when a group of Villains rushes in and starts to rob the bank.

[blairenqs]

୨୧ STILL YOURS ✧ SPENCER REID

───── IN WHICH you can’t handle spencers’ absence in your relationship anymore, bringing hidden feelings to the surface !

𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍-𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇!𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣.𝟤𝖪 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 :( ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

LATE NIGHTS WITH SPENCER had always been one your favourite things in the world.

before, they were a sanctuary—the time when the harsh world grew quiet, and spencer would finally relax.

you’d curl your body into his, his long arms wrapping around you as he read from whatever book he’d been immersed in that week, his voice soft and gentle.

sometimes he would hum under his breath, the melody low and off key, and you’d tease him, earning one of his soft laughs that you cherished so close to your heart.

but those nights felt like a distant memory now.

it has been weeks since spencer came home, and everything had changed. prison left its mark on him, now jagged edges where there had once been softness. —READ MORE!

he still looked like spencer—the same deep brown eyes, same nervousness when he felt out of place—but the spark that used to light him from within was gone.

and you didn’t know how to bring it back.

you tried—god, you tried so hard. you were patient when he flinched at the sound of loud voices, when his hands trembled as he reached for a glass of water.

you didn’t comment on the fact that he spent hours of his day staring out the window, his gaze unpresent, as if he were somewhere else entirely. you told yourself it would get better, that he just needed time.

but unfortunately, time wasn’t healing anything.

the worst part was how he wouldn’t let you touch him. you would reach for his hand, and he’d pull away, his movements were constantly on guard, almost panicked.

if you tried to kiss him, he would turn his face at the last second, leaving your lips to brush against his cheek or miss him entirely.

even lying beside him in bed, there was a brick wall between you—a void and so wide it felt impossible to cross.

tonight wasn’t any different.

you laid on your side, staring at his back—his breathing was slow and even, the rhythm that used to bring you to sleep.

but now, all it did was remind you how far away he felt, even when he was right there. you turned onto your back, staring at the ceiling. the ache in your chest was torturous, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.

you blinked rapidly, in attempt to will the tears away, but they came anyway, hot and bitter as they slipped down your cheeks.

you tried to stay quiet—spencer was finally asleep, and you didn’t want to wake him up. but the tears wouldn’t stop, and the sob building in your throat clawed its way out, a small, broken sound that you immediately regretted.

beside you, spencer stirred.

you instantly froze, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would undo the noise you’d made—the bed creaked as he turned toward you, and then his voice came, soft and raspy from his slumber.

“y/n?”

you didn’t answer, hoping he might think he imagined it, but his hand brushed your shoulder—hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if you’d let him touch you.

“are—are you crying?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

the question pained you. a fresh wave of tears spilled over, and you turned your face into the pillow, trying to smother the sound.

“y/n,” he said again, more insistent and panicked now. he sat up, his shadow falling over you as his hand came to rest on your arm. “my love—please talk to me.”

you shook your head, your breath hitching as you tried to pull away. “it’s nothing,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you with its tremble. “just go back to sleep, spence.”

but spencer didn’t move. you felt him watching you, the weight of his gaze heavy and thick. then slowly, he laid back down, his hand sliding off your arm.

you thought he had given up, that he decided to let it go. but instead, his arms came around you, pulling you gently into his chest.

“talk to me,” he said again, his voice softer, almost pleading. “please.”

at first—you resisted, your body stiff and trembling in his hold. but then his hand started moving, his fingers tracing small, soothing patterns on your back, and the tenderness of it all broke through your defenses.

“i don’t know what to do anymore,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest. “you won’t talk to me. you won’t let me touch you. it’s like you’re not even here, spencer. and i don’t know how much longer i can—” your voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence dissolved into broken sobs.

spencer’s arms tightened around you, his breath hitching against your hair. “i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. “i’m so sorry.”

“you keep saying that,” you said, pulling back just enough to look at him. “but it doesn’t change anything. i need to know—do you even love me anymore?”

the question seemed to shatter something in him completely. his face crumpled, and tears welled in his eyes as he stared at you, stricken by the words.

“of course i love you,” he said, his voice breaking. “i love you more than anything. i could never stop loving you even if i wanted to.”

“then why—” you shook your head, fresh tears glistening down your cheeks. “why do you keep pulling away? why won’t you let me in?”

he closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his face as he exhaled shakily. “because i’m scared,” he whispered, his voice lighter than a feather. “i don’t feel like me anymore. prison—it broke something in me. and i don’t want to drag you down with me.”

“spence…” you reached up, cupping his face gently in your hands. his skin was warm in your palms, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

“you’re not dragging me down,” you said, your voice firm despite the pain in it. “you don’t have to go through this alone. let me help you. please.”

he let out a soft broken sound, his tears falling freely now. “i don’t know how to fix this,” he said as his voice was raw with emotion. “i feel so lost. so—so empty. and i hate that i’ve made you feel like you’re not enough, that you’re not loved, because you are. you’re everything to me, y/n.”

you pulled him close again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he buried his face in your shoulder.

his body shook against yours, the sobs he had been holding back for weeks finally broke free.

for a long time, neither of you said anything. you just held him, your fingers brushing through his hair as his tears soaked into your shirt.

slowly, his breathing evened out, and the tension in his body began to ease. “we’ll figure this out,” you said softly, your voice steady now. “i promise, one step at a time. together.”

he nodded, pulling back just enough to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “thank you,” he whispered, “for not giving up on me.”

“i would never give up on you,” you said, your hand resting over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm.

as you laid back down together, his arms still wrapped around you, the weight in your chest began to lift—for the first time in weeks, it felt like spencer was truly back home with you, not just beside you.

finally—for the first time in weeks, you both fell asleep feeling a little less broken.

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

© blairenqs 2025 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

✧ 𝑓. spencer deserved so much better like thinking about everything he went though makes me SO ANGRY !! T-T

[screampied]

do you have any gojo fic recs? sfw and nsfw but nothing else really specific, just in general <3

sure 🎀. i’ll mention some of my fav gojo works i’ve read so farr

laundry day by @satoruhour one of the first gojo fics i’ve read here when i joined tumblr and selineeeee never disappoints. her roommate! gojo is so SCRUMPTIOUS i highly recommend. miss u girlie !!!

older bf gojo! series by @sttoru READ THIS SERIES NOOWWWW. it has both sfw & nsfw n the dynamic always has me swooning. i’d also rec karina’s angst satoru fics if you like angst bc her angst is immaculate and heart wrenching. perfect combo mmh 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

brigerton! gojo series by @fushitoru VERY VERY GOOD this entire series feels like the actual show but better n its so descriptive with lots of yummy angst, plot twists n more. aashi has lots of delicious yummy works, i’d also rec her clan head! gojo and spiderman! gojo bc it’s actual literature >>>

unmistakably yours by @tonycries thisf and i think her fic called ‘initiation!’ were the first tony fics i’ve ever read last year ANDWEEEROO. just ssssoo good, love a good best friends to lovers trope. the part with his powers was so cool n actually changed something in me. GOOD FUCKING SHIT. ur panties will disintegrate

streamer gojo! series by @osaemu this entire series is so cute n streamer gojo’s so 💗💖💞. first fic i’ve read was ‘yes i have a girlfriend, yes she’s real!’ AND ITS SO CUTE. this series has both sfw & nsfw including angst YUM. plus sab’s graphics like always are a total 10. the chats always kill me, especially the toji slander 😭😭.

digimon—but making u cum is my real hobby by @blkkizzat LMAOOOO THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING TO ME. otaku gojo is such a loser and the way kali wrote him, i need him BAD. i’ve never laughed and throbbed so much at the same time in a fic. kali nails gojo’s personality perfectly !!! there’s also a mlist too i believe. i come back to this fic like every month just YUM

wolf in sheep’s clothing by @starmapz this has it all !!!! fluff, angst, smut and it’s just WOW. satoru’s so lovable, and it genuinely felt like i was watching a movie. i’ve read this in one sitting and UUUUGH everything about this fic >>>>

dying for your love by @staryukis I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED ZOMBIE! AU GOJO IN MY LIFE. this fic literally shattered me, the dynamic is just so heartbreaking. it’s set in an apocalypse au! with lots of gut-wrenching angst so beware. soso good, i remember stumbling upon the masterlist and knewww it was gonna be a good read. also, logan’s follow up fic ‘die with a smile’ broke me into two I LOVE IT

[madamechrissy]

Yandere Bully! Satoru

More bully Gojo content here and here

Pairings- Bully Gojo x fem reader- college age

MDNI-drabble, not proofread lol, just was in my head ahhh- Satoru being an asshole, teasing, edging, panty fucking, Satoru cumming a lot, he's being jealous and crazy tbh, torturing reader a lil bit- TY FOR 8k followers btw !! <3

Bully! Satoru is furious that you've decided to flirt right in front of him, so shamelessly too. Your fingers are darting across no other than Nanami Kento's broad shoulder as you giggle in the hallway between classes, his blue eyes narrow and his jaw locks then.

Bully! Satoru drags you in the nearest classroom, and your eyes light up, he chuckles then, you must think it's the usual, he gets mad at you, fingers in your pretty pussy, likely have his cock down your throat, every time you piss him off he loves to gag you, but no he has an entirely different idea.

Bully! Satoru grips you by the hair on the nape of your neck, bending low, as your heart pounds in your chest. 'Ya think flirting with another guy is okay when you're mine!?' you laugh then, shaking your head, even as you bite your lower lip, holding in a whimper as he spreads your thighs, touching you over your little hello kitty panties, smirking as he stares. 'We still don't even date, so I can do what I want- mnh!'

Bully! Satoru begins rubbing you over your panties harder, they're damp and sticky when he pulls his pretty cock out, pink tip already drooling for you, and your cunt clenches around nothing in anticipation. Truly, you love pissing him off. 'You know you're mine, no one else can touch you, fuck you're soaked, pathetic' you scowl up at him, as he now rubs the tip of his cock along the soaked line of your panties, pressing the damp cotton against your clit. 'could cum from just this, so fuckin' slutty lately, huh?'

Bully! Satoru has you at a loss for words now, as he keeps stroking, you try to touch him, so he grips you by your throat, pressing your down, then sliding a finger down your soaked cunt, pressing his cock against the puffy lips of your pussy. 'Gonna make you beg, slutty little brat' he mutters, and you already are, earning his laugh, his taunts 'aw, already gonna cum? from this?' he presses his tip against your clit, covering your mouth before you scream out, yanking away, leaving you in tears. 'so pretty crying f'me, look at you'

Bully! Satoru isn't quite done teaching you a lesson, first off only he can touch you and only he can pick on you, so he figures the middle of the day is the perfect time. He fucks you over your panties, cotton stretching and damn near tearing as you cry out, trying to get more, as he fucks that soppy wet material deeper, while you ache so badly for him. 'got something to say, huh?' he lifts his hands now, sinking his tip back under your panties again, you're so soaked that each stroke echoes in the empty class.

Bully! Satoru smirks when you beg 'p-please, fuck me... I'm s-sorry...' he laughs now, putting your ruined panties over your cunt, holding you down on the wood desk as he keeps stroking his cock between your slick folds, so hot as your hips arch, crumbling the material of your pleated skirt. 'Please, Toru...' the nickname almost gets him, but his icy blue eyes glare now, his lips in a terse line as he continues stroking and stroking, but never entering your soppy, eager hole. 'nah, sweets, teaching you a real lesson, hmm?'

Bully! Satoru busts inside your panties with a moan, leaning over you and almost kissing you, lips hovering as his milky seed squirts all over your clit, your folds, your hole, and you're shivering with need, on edge, feeling him so hot on you. 'Toru please, for a second!?' you plead, he moans then, as he rubs his sensitive tip, leaning back and looking at the mess he made. 'you're so pretty like this, crying, begging, covered in my cum... oh sweetheart...' he clicks his tongue as he wipes the rest of his leaky tip against your trembling thighs, eyeing the mess of all his cum poured on your perfect pussy.

Bully! Satoru puts your ruined panties back on your pussy, chuckling deviously as he presses them firm on his cum, and you're shivering at the cool shock, lips parted when he puts himself up, pulling you back up to sit and adjusting your skirt, before wiping your tears. 'now, you can spend all day with my cum in your panties, all sticky and let it dry right up, so you know who the fuck you belong to, hmm?' you shake your head, trembling hands pulling at his letterman's jacket, he smiles at how adorable you are. 'do it all day, and I'll take care of you later, like a good girl for once, hmm?'

Bully! Satoru can't help but chuckle when he watches you in class, shifting uncomfortably, glaring at him every few seconds, cock already aching to fill you so good later, when you've learned your lesson.

He's a menace tbh- poor reader- lmk if you wanna see his crazy ass again lol -disclaimer- bullying isn't cool IRL only if it's Gojo <3

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[starsinthesky5]

how giddy did joe feel hearing all the songs about him yail? like was he blushing red or was he smirking taking it all in orrr

───────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆───────

he was all of the above.

blushing red, smirking from the slight ego boost he was getting because of the way she was so beautifully singing about him and their relationship, giggling, burrowing himself into the crook of her neck because he felt shy. it was so freaking adorable. he tried to hide his smile, but god, she was doing something to him. these songs were doing something unspeakable to him. he just couldn't hold himself together as he listened to them. nobody had ever spoke about joe like she did, and nobody could ever come close to her.

some songs made joe go completely silent though, but not from anything bad. but from the realization of how much his mere presence in her life made her happy. made her feel safe. made her feel seen.

"even in my worst times, you could see the best of me. flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes. even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me,".

"my one and only, my lifeline,".

he looked up at her, his eyes brimming with silent tears from the emotions settling deep within his heart. the way she saw him, the way she spoke about him and sang about him...it was all so surreal. she was so surreal.

he was her lifeline. he saw her, the real version of her through the dark clouds looming around her when they first met. he saw through the lies, he saw that broken girl who had given every ounce of love in her body away, just to receive poison in return.

and now he saw that same broken girl, but this time, she was shining. she was free. she was happy. she was loved.

he saw the hand that once was writing her music with poison ink, writing it with gold now. every note, every word, was laced with warmth instead of sorrow. where there was once hesitation, there was now confidence. where there was once pain, there was now love.

he had been there through it all--through the storms, the heartbreak, the days when she thought she’d never feel whole again. and now, he got to witness her bloom, her heart no longer heavy with the weight of the past.

----

and then there were some songs made him feel all giddy inside. like karma.

"karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me?" joe giggled while pressing a few kisses to her collarbone as they swayed back and forth to the song. "real subtle, babe,".

she chuckled, threading her fingers through his unruly curls, "well, you are my reward, right ? my good karma? you know, since i went through so much and stayed true to myself throughout it all. you were my reward after all that heartbreak, the nasty shit they said about me in the media, and the way the entire universe tested me for basically an entire year. everyone got their karma for what they did to me, and i got mine? you. my good karma,".

a deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he slipped out from her hold, tapped repeat on the screen, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "yeah?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "you really think i’m your good karma?".

she hummed, tilting her head to meet his gaze, her eyes soft and filled with something he could never quite put into words, but she likely could. "i know you are,".

joe grinned, his heart doing that stupid little flip it always did when she said things like this--things that made him feel like more than just a name on a jersey, more than just a guy with a strong arm and a playbook. with her, he was something real. something irreplaceable.

he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before whispering against her skin, "guess that means you’re mine too,". then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he twirled her around and dipped her dramatically, making her laugh as the song nears the bridge.

"karma is the guy on the bengals, coming--,".

joe cut her off with a playful kiss. "ah, i like the sound of that," he murmured, his lips still brushing against hers.

and in that moment, with her in his arms and her music filling the room, joe knew—karma had never been sweeter.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Nerd gojo x nerd reader headcanons pt 3

_Part 2_

Nerdjo! X nerdreader! Lmao guys I don't know it takes time to think for a scenario for nerd gojo!

♡ Gojo, the hopeless overthinker-After catching you reading a book on quantum mechanics, he stares at you for an entire class.

His mind is in overdrive.

��What does she know that I don’t?”

You glance up from your book and notice him staring.

Your expression doesn’t change, just a slight raise of the brow.

He starts questioning reality. He wonders if maybe you’re an alien who landed to study humans.

He’s not sure if he’s scared or in awe.

♡ Gojo, the performance artist-He’s in class, casually tossing out random knowledge to impress everyone.

You’re sitting right next to him, completely unfazed.

He throws out an elaborate theory about space-time continuums.

You glance at him, and in that cool, calculated tone of yours, you say, “Actually, there’s a counter-theory that suggests…”

He’s frozen stunned.

You just corrected him.

He’s in shock. He didn’t even realize there was a counter-theory.

♡ Gojo, the never-satisfied challenger-It’s become a ritual now. He challenges you to random things just to get a reaction.

One day, he walks into the library where you’re reading again and says, “I bet you can’t solve this one faster than me.”

You just stare at him like he's a child.

He watches you effortlessly solve the puzzle in seconds.

His brain breaks.

“Okay… you win. Again.”

He mumbles it like he’s been defeated, even though you both know he never stood a chance.

You just blink, your face a mask of indifference.

♡ Gojo, the insufferable over-achiever-He throws a math challenge your way in class, but it’s no longer about the challenge.

It’s about getting you to look up at him.

When you solve it in seconds, he pretends to be devastated.

“How… How do you do it?!”

You don’t even flinch. You just mutter, “It’s all about applying basic principles, Gojo.”

He finds it so frustrating but can’t help but admire you for it.

This feeling of being outmatched starts to gnaw at him, but it excites him too.

♡ Gojo, the dumbstruck fool-One day, he just can’t take it anymore. He watches you at lunch, reading your book with so much focus.

He interrupts your concentration with a dramatic gesture, throwing his arms out.

“You can’t possibly be that focused!”

You look up, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Well, Gojo, focusing is a part of my natural process of learning. You should try it sometime.”

His jaw drops.

The fact that you just casually insulted him makes him both irritated and in love at the same time.

♡ Gojo, the unintentional simp-He’s in class, trying to act all cool and aloof, but his eyes are constantly shifting to where you’re sitting.

You never seem to notice.

He can’t stop thinking about how you’re always so calm, always so collected.

One day, he catches himself staring at you for way too long.

His heart skips a beat when you finally look up and catch his gaze.

You don’t say anything. You don’t even smile.

But the look in your eyes… it makes his heart race.

He looks away like a fool, muttering under his breath. “What the hell is happening to me?”

♡ Gojo, the clingy puppy-He shows up to the library one day to find you reading, of course.

He’s spent the last few hours thinking of ways to get your attention.

He plops down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you reading?”

You glance at him for a second and say, “A book on theoretical physics.”

He stares at you, unblinking. “Sounds boring.”

You stare back, saying nothing, then go back to reading.

He can’t help himself anymore he leans over and practically whispers in your ear,

“I think you’re kinda cool, you know?”

Your response is the most distracting part of his life.

You don’t even look up. “And I think you should stop distracting me.”

♡ Gojo, the underestimator-He once convinced himself that he could outwit you in everything.

So when the next mission is announced, he’s all cocky about it.

“I’ve got this in the bag. No one’s a better strategist than me.”

But when the team assembles to discuss the mission, you outshine him with every point you bring up.

“You didn’t consider the potential outcomes of that tactic, Gojo.”

His face turns bright red. He tries to play it cool, but you’ve already won this round.

He’s still muttering about it later, trying to convince himself that it was just a fluke.

But deep down, he’s starting to see you as more than just his rival.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated genius-He’s notorious for his smug attitude, his self-proclaimed genius status.

But you, Y/N, have officially cracked the code.

He’s secretly obsessed with trying to figure you out.

There’s no logic in his mind to explain why he can’t stop thinking about you.

He finds himself watching you from afar, wondering if he could ever measure up to your calm intellect.

“Why does she have to be so perfect?” he thinks, but only when he’s alone.

The thought torments him and keeps him up at night.

♡ Gojo, the declaration of affection-One evening, after yet another failed attempt at getting your attention, he stands in front of you.

The usual smirk is gone.

“I think… I think I like you.”

You blink.

He’s waiting for you to say something clever, to shut him down.

But you don’t.

You just stare at him with that unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I know,” you finally say, casually flipping through your book.

He’s left speechless, heart racing in a way he’s never felt before.

The realization hits him hard. You’re so far above him, and yet, he’s already in too deep.

♡ Gojo, the love-struck fool-He can’t help it. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he’s falling for you.

Every interaction, every glance, every indifferent comment you make only makes him more obsessed with you.

But he’s Gojo Satoru, and he’s never been the type to give up so easily.

He’s decided.

He’s going to make you notice him.

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how impossible it feels,

He’s going to win this challenge.

And it’s going to be the best battle of his life.

@syrooo @11v1ngzomble @dekusdante @inoluvrr @hel1nn

[emmyrosee]

Hiiii!! This is my first time requesting something but I was wondering if you could do a Gojo x reader where you’re cuddling a plushie instead of him? :33 Perfectly okay if you don’t, love your writing btw, it always makes my day✨🩵✨

lol this took so long because I couldn’t decide between one of two scenarios so in theory there’s another option of this PFFFFF-

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Satoru cannot wait to get home to you.

He’s been gone far too long, been without your attention and affection for way longer than he should, his hands itch to hold yours and his arms are heavy, ready to encase you in them. He's ready to bury his nose into your scalp and relish in your familiar scent, and he's ready to accept you calling him a creep for doing so.

Satoru wastes no time in coming in through the door, abandoning his belongings haphazardly and calling your name eagerly, only to feel his entire being relax at the sight of you asleep on the couch.

Snuggling a large Keroppi plush under your head, using it as a pillow.

It's possible that a wave of jealousy swept through Satoru Gojo.

He has half a mind to whip it out from under your head and punt the thing into the stratosphere. Why in inanimate frog gets to hog your attention from him is beyond him, but he feels his annoyance grow when he notices your fingers are curled around Keroppi’s… hand? in a sweet hold.

“Oh, this is not going to work for me,” he spits.

You, of course, say nothing, merely curling into Keroppi’s stomach and letting out a small sigh of sleepiness. And yes, there is a part of Satoru Gojo that knows he should let you sleep, relax after the day you’ve had, be comfortable.

But the other part of Satoru Gojo needs to hold you. Now.

“C’mere, baby,” he says quietly, hooking his arm under your knees, the other around your back as he lifts you off of the couch, your scent already relaxing him. “Let’s go to bed.”

“‘Toru…?” You whimper, your fingers hooking in the collar of his shirt, eyes clearly too heavy to open. It makes his heart swell, and he beams down at how positively precious you look right now.

“It would be weird if it was anyone else, wouldn’t it be, my love?”

“But…” you look around a few times before fixating your tired gaze onto him. “I thought you were supposed to be home tomorrow…?”

“‘Supposed to be’ isn’t really something that fits in my vocabulary,” he chuckles, nudging the door of your shared bedroom open with his knee. “You don’t worry about anything. You wanna get in some pajamas?”

“But…” you pause to yawn and thunk your head against his shoulder. Your voice trails off, eyes drooping back heavily. He smiles and kisses your head, gently putting you on your side of the bed, clicking his tongue when you shiver from the cold.

“I know, I know,” he says softly, shushing your whines of disapproval. “It’ll warm up, I promise.” You grumble and slip under the covers clumsily, and Satoru takes off his heavy coat and tosses it lazily on the floor. He knows you’ll scold him for it later, but right now, his focus is curling up next to you and sleeping.

“Where’s Keroppi?”

He freezes. Your hand pads around for the dreaded stuffed animal, the pout on your lips growing when you can’t find him.

Satoru quickly takes off his pants- nearly tripping and cracking his skull in the process- and leaps into the bed, bundling you in his arms. “I left him on the couch, baby.”

“Why?”

He grits his teeth. Because im not sharing you, let alone with some dumb ugly frog who stole you from me. “Because he was just too big for us to cuddle with. And I wanted to cuddle with you really bad.”

“Mm,” you hum, seemingly satisfied with his answer. He smiles as you nuzzle closer to him, your fingers fisting the collar of his shirt.

"You're jealous," you tease.

"You're lucky I don't burn the thing."

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: The Sweetest Surprise

Pairing: Caroline Ducharme x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: everyone knew but you

🏷️: @yailtsv

My sweet, sweet Carol. The strong beauty you are welcome back to the court baby🏀💙

February 22, 2025

Hinkle Fieldhouse – Indianapolis, Indiana

[Group Chat: Ducharme’s #1 Fanclub: no y/n allowed]

Sister #1: You think she’s gonna cry?

Sister #2: Oh, 100%.

Sister #3: We’re taking bets? I got her tearing up the second she sees Caroline at the scorer’s table.

Sister #1: I got full waterworks once the final buzzer sounds.

Sister #2: We’re evil for this, but I love it.

I frowned at my phone, as I texted Carol before the game started; side-eyeing my sisters as they tried—and failed—to look innocent. They had been acting weird all day, whispering to each other and exchanging looks like they were in on some inside joke I wasn’t a part of. It was annoying, but I chalked it up to them just messing with me.

After all, I had a lot of emotions running through me already.

Caroline had been out for over a year. I had been at that game against Minnesota on November 19, 2023, when she went down. I had been there for the rehab, the surgeries, the nights when she didn’t think she’d ever step on the court again. Every conversation, every setback, every time she tried to put on a brave face even when she was hurting—I had been there.

And as much as I wanted to see her play again, I knew better than to get my hopes up.

“She’s getting close,” was all she told me this morning when I asked how she was feeling. I thought that meant she was aiming for a return sometime in the next couple of weeks.

So here I was, sitting in the stands, watching UConn vs. Butler with my sisters, just happy to support my girl from the sidelines like I had for the past year.

4th Quarter – 2:21 Remaining

UConn was up by 37 points, coasting to an easy win. The game was all but over. I was half-watching at this point, clapping whenever something good happened, but mostly talking with my sisters.

Then the crowd started buzzing.

It was subtle at first, like a ripple in the water before a wave. I noticed the UConn bench suddenly get louder. Players were grinning, slapping each other’s arms, eyes locked on the scorer’s table.

And that’s when I saw her.

Caroline.

Standing at the table.

Checking in.

I froze. My brain short-circuited. My heart stopped.

“No,” I whispered.

My sisters burst into laughter.

“YES,” one of them cackled, shaking my arm. “It’s happening!”

I couldn’t process anything. The roar of the UConn fans grew as the announcer called her name.

“Checking in for UConn… number 33, CAROLINE DUCHARME!”

Tears burned in my eyes before I could even think about stopping them. My hands flew to my mouth as my head shook in disbelief.

I turned to my sisters, betrayed. “Y’all knew?!”

“Of course we knew!”

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

They only laughed harder.

On the court, Caroline adjusted her jersey, pulled at her shorts, and stepped onto the floor for the first time in over a year.

I stood up, clapping furiously, still crying. “That’s my girl! LET’S GO, CAROLINE!”

She glanced toward the stands—toward me.

And she smirked.

Oh, she was so lucky I loved her.

4th Quarter – 13.1 seconds Remaining

It was surreal seeing her out there again. She moved cautiously, but her form was still so familiar. The way she ran, the way she positioned herself—it was Caroline.

She wasn’t forcing anything. Just getting into the rhythm, moving through plays. Butler wasn’t pressing, so she didn’t have to do much defensively.

And then—

A shot went up. The ball bounced off the rim.

Caroline rebounded it.

It wasn’t much—a simple defensive board—but the entire UConn bench exploded.

The fans cheered like she just hit a game-winner.

Even the Butler players smiled a little, recognizing the moment.

And me?

I was sobbing.

Not even a little bit. Full-on ugly crying in the stands.

The final buzzer sounded. UConn won, but that wasn’t the story of the night.

Caroline was.

My legs could not move fast enough. I shoved past my sisters, ignoring their giggles, and sprinted toward the court. The team was still celebrating, but I didn’t care.

She saw me coming.

And she grinned.

“DUCHARME!” I screamed, launching myself at her.

She barely had time to brace before I crashed into her arms.

Her laugh rumbled through her chest as she caught me. “Hi, baby.”

I pulled back just enough to grab her face, my fingers tangling in the edges of her sweaty hair. “You—” My voice cracked. I was still crying. “You didn’t tell me.”

She smirked, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I swatted at her arm. “That was evil.”

“You love me.”

I glared at her. “I do. Unfortunately.”

She chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Worth it.”

I sniffled, shaking my head. “I’m so proud of you.”

Her eyes softened. “Thank you.”

My hands slid down to her waist, squeezing gently. “How do you feel?”

She exhaled. “Tired. Overwhelmed. But… happy.”

I kissed her—soft, lingering, full of every emotion I had been carrying for over a year.

She smiled against my lips.

“I got a rebound,” she whispered.

I laughed. “Yeah, you did.”

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[midnightdevotion]

Not Real (1)

Hi Guys!! I mentioned writing this fic back in august??? anyways sorry for taking so long. I'm trying to have more balance with my creative hobbies and do them more regularly.

Description: Hangman, ever elusive and avoiding commitment finally finds the one. Except she doesn't think love is real anymore. Part 1

Warnings: Depression, Reader loses themselves, Slow burn, and I do use y/n so sue me ig

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female Reader

Readers POV

It's an uncharacteristically rainy day in Southern California. You heave a small sigh at the ever lasting grey clouds. To be completely honest, your life has felt like an everlasting grey cloud recently.

Heart broken one too many times, seemed to take the color out of life. You were someone who looked at fuzzy bumble bee's and grinned. Who felt the wind blow against her skin and let it relax any tension.

Now it was like nothing but grey existed in your mind. You didn't know how to escape the hallow shell you have turned into. It felt like the person you were is so far gone and yet you still vividly remember every thing. Every thing you loved about the version of you, you just can't seem to reach any more.

The easy laughter no longer came, the yellow sunshine your personality was described as now ashes and dull. The worst part of all of it was nobody noticed.

Nobody put together how your entire world was ripped away and nobody saw how it changed you. How you could barely get through the day, crawling back into bed as soon as you get home.

These endless grey days lasted months. A good thing would happen, you got a raise, and cried to yourself later that night. It was good, why didn't anything feel good, why didn't you feel like enough anymore.

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You could feel the change, not sure when it happened but it felt like it was so slow and then all at once. One day you couldn't imagine being happy ever again, and suddenly, one day you had your spark back.

You'd never wish on your worst enemy the 8 months you had just lived through, the thoughts that haunted you now just painful memories you can push to the side and leave behind.

You found friends you genuinely feel happy to know. Who have your back in every scenario. It started with meeting Phoenix, or rather Natasha. You first met Natasha after forcing yourself to go to the gym regularly. Hoping the endorphins that release from exercise would help your depression.

In ways they did, like the butterfly effect. You went to the gym, every day for a week and Natasha noticed. She noticed the empty eyes, and came up to you one afternoon. She introduced herself and asked if you wanted to be friends, In her exact words

"I'm sorry if this sounds weird but I work with all dudes and I genuinely need someone to talk to that doesn't rage testosterone, soooo brunch Sunday?"

And it sparked a real laugh out of you, a sound that use to be so common to you now unfamiliar to your own ears.

It's been six months since then, you and Phoenix have grow very close, She has introduces you to a few of her coworkers 'the safe few' she has dubbed them.

It was a usual Thursday night for you when you get a call from her, asking you to come to the hard deck. Which is unusual for her, she usually liked to keep her aviator life separate from her friendship with you.

It didn't bother you, her reasoning of pilots are assholes and your aversion to getting hurt again made it pretty straight forward to take her word for it.

So when you pulled up to the parking lot of the infamous bar she frequents with her navy friends. It feels a little like going into the lions den.

You roll you shoulders and sigh. An old version of you tickling the back of your mind that this is what you should be doing when you're young and single. Not moping because your heart got shattered beyond repair. Or so you believed anyways.

The loud ambiance of the bar was startling slightly, for a Thursday night the bar is packed. A sea of never ending khaki it takes you a few minutes to find your friend.

"y/n!" Rooster calls, one of the few 'safe friends' you have met. He has always been nice to you, and in fact regularly joins your girls nights.

"Hi rooster" you grin at the mustached golden retriever. Giving him a side hug, trying not to feel intimidated by the eyes on you. "nobody told me khaki was the move tonight" you laughed

Rooster shook his head grinning. "I know, it's bad isn't it" and okay it definitely isn't the look for some, but you will definitely attest that rooster and every in this area seems to pull them off well.

"oof" a grunt leaves your lips as you are suddenly hugged from the side, a slightly taller brunette almost taking you down with her on impact.

"Nat what on earth" you laugh.

"I-II knew you would c-come!" She slurred her words and her eyes looked at you unfocused. You furrow your brow and help balance her.

"uh phoenix why did you ask me to come? do you need a ride home?" there was a small part of you that was hoping she would say yes and you could leave the loud crowd, especially feeling like a sore thumb being one of the very few people in denim shorts and a tank top.

"No- No, si-silly. Hangman here said I didn't have any friends, so I bet him I did and that you would come here and prove it." you laughed because Natasha was always betting on things, especially when she gets tipsy. "he owes me fifty bucks now" she grins

"HANGMAN!!" you wince as she shouts in your left ear. You hear a slow drawl that sounds like he's somewhere from the south in reply.

"Yea yea Phe, I will get you cash tomorrow" You turn your head and notice the tall blonde man leaning against the wall. Clearly watching this whole interaction. He gives you a wide grin, one you can tell right away means he gets what he wants and has no problem breaking hearts.

"what I can't figure out is why phoenix has been hiding you all this time" his eyebrow raises when he notice you grimace, his clear attempt to be charming not impressing you.

"probably cause pilots are assholes" is your albeit maybe a little to monotoned reply. It's not that you wanted to be mean. You just had to shut down any attempt at flirting. You don't think any version of your heart could ever love again.

What you didn't expect was for him to cock his head a small smile playing on his lips.

"well Phoenix has always been smart that way" not offended that you basically called him and half the people in this bar an asshole. "I'm Jake though, or as you heard earlier, hangman"

You just nod, finally getting introductions to the rest of the group. Excluding bob and rooster, the only other pilots you had been introduced too.

Despite only being called upon to win fifty dollars (which phoenix is buying brunch for on Sunday) You found yourself enjoying the company and getting to know the people Phoenix spent most of her time with. Finally putting names to faces she has definitely complained about.

At a certain point rooster goes up to the piano, something you had heard he does before coming tonight. You exited the bar for a few minutes to breathe. Thinking about the past and how the old you would be relishing in the socialization, singing along with rooster and the others, no worried and unbroken.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you startle looking to the left and seeing hangman leaning against the wall to the bar.

"Trust me you don't want to spend a penny on those" you laugh, but it feels a little hallow.

"why not, I already spent fifty bucks to prove you existed" that laugh comes a little easier.

"why'd you do that by the way?" you question. he had to have known you were real.

"honestly because phoenix talks about you a lot, and rooster and bob started mentioning you and I was curious"

"curiosity cost the cat fifty dollars apparently" you throw a grin at him, walking out to the sand kicking your sandals to the side to feel the coldness of the sand touch your skin. You weren't surprised when he followed, you kind of expected it.

"it sure did... but I have a gut feeling it was the best money I've every spent" It makes something old and dead flutter inside you, and it scares the shit out of you.

"I don't know you ever spend fifty bucks on pizza when it's just you? cause that's some pretty good self care to me" you can't tell how he takes your evasion of his comment.

"that's pretty good too, but my gut feelings are usually right." in the past maybe heat would've rushed to your cheeks at his comment. Now though, fear rushed to your heart. You turned to look at him. No response on the tip of your tongue, and you were scared how awkward this interaction was going to get.

"well goodnight Darling, hope I see you again soon" and he smiled at you, then turned and walked to his truck. You watched as he pulled out of the parking lot, until his taillights faded. You headed back into the bar to say your goodbyes.

Later that night as you crawled into bed, mind blazing over everything that happened unexpectedly and knowing you'll be in for a tired tomorrow.

You couldn't get the thought of a certain blue eyed pilot out of you mind.

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Jakes POV

He'd been hearing stories about you for months, Funny, sarcastic, kind, caring, every thing you could imagine in form of stories for months. At first he thought nothing of it, Phoenix having a girl friend is probably good when she deals with him everyday.

Then Bob started talking about you and funny stories with you and Phoenix. Then Rooster added into the group. It was safe to say Jake was feeling severe FOMO.

He had a plan. Get phoenix tipsy and she's pretty suggestible to anything, especially betting. So yes he planned on getting you to the bar, shamelessly flirting with Phoenix's friend and annoying Natasha the next day.

The universe had other plans, because when Jake laid eyes on you, it was like a spotlight was shining on you, he couldn't see anyone else. The bitter rage he felt at roosters hand on your side when you gave him a sheepish hug, burned hot.

So when he hit you with a flirty one liner, and you retorted, usually he wouldn't have given up. He saw it though, in your eyes, the cold dark fear. He became curious, what happened to make you so guarded, and why did he want to solve that so badly?

He sat in that bar and watched you laugh and joke, the smile never really reached your eyes though.

So Jake went home that night, focused on a new goal.

He wants to make you smile-- really smile.

[ikeuluvr]

Can I Have This Dance? || Park Jongseong

synopsis - long distance sucks. especially when your boyfriend can't be with you to be your date to your very last high school dance. good thing bf!jay has a few tricks up his sleeve.

non-idol!jay x fem!reader / established long distance relationship - angst + fluff / warnings - none! / word count ~1.7k

part of ikeuluvr's song series ᵔᴗᵔ — works inspired by songs! requests are open for other songs + anything else you would like to see from me <3

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Jay stares longingly into his phone screen, a soft smile pursed on his lips as he watches you show off your final look for the school dance over FaceTime, “You look absolutely beautiful honey,” he hums, his eyes raking over the entire screen to take in all of you, “I’m so sorry I can’t be there to be your super sexy date.”

You let out that adorable laugh that Jay loves so much, making his heart flutter as you walk to your bed and sit on the edge. Your endeared smile falters a little bit, turning into a sadder one as your eyes glance away from your phone screen, “Don’t apologize, Jay, it’s not like it’s your fault. Besides, you’ll be here next week, so there’s no reason to be sad.”

Jay has always hated the way you act like being long-distance isn’t killing you even though he knows it is. Your positive outlook on life is the greatest thing he admires about you, but he also wishes you’d let your walls down and tell him what you’re really feeling. You both know it hasn’t been easy since he moved across the country 8 months ago for his mom’s job, going from seeing each other every day to every few months. It was even worse knowing it was right before the beginning of your Senior year, forcing you to miss out on all the major “lasts” of high school together.

“Hey…” Jay starts to say softly, “Look at me, sweetie.” Your head tilts to face your phone screen again, meeting Jay’s apologetic eyes through the electronic barrier. “You know you don’t have to pretend like you’re not upset, right? You can tell me if you’re sad, Y/N.”

A soft sigh falls from your lips knowing he’s right; hell, he’s always right. You can see the look in his eyes that you know so well—the gentle, pleading look that makes you both guilty and adored at the same time, “I know, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to feel bad, and honestly, pretending that it is okay is helping me not create a puddle of tears right now,” you huff as you fiddle with the frill of your dress.

An immediate frown forms on Jay’s lips, his heart clenching at the mere thought of you crying, “Oh honey, don’t cry! Your makeup is way too perfect to ruin right now,” he chuckles, a soft smile overtaking his face to try and get you to smile too. With success, your frown turns upward slightly, the tears threatening to fall sucking back in, “There’s my girl…” Jay cheeses, “Don’t let that frown turn upside down again tonight, you hear me? You’re going to have the best time with your friends, take the most jaw-dropping photos that I’ll drool over later, and party the night away. Just make sure to save a dance for me, yeah?”

You nod with the same sad smile painted on your face as you stare at your boyfriend through the screen. Right on time, the doorbell rings downstairs meaning that your friends have arrived to pick you up, “Shoot, I have to go, love.”

“No worries, baby. Have so much fun tonight, okay? Send me lots of pictures,” Jay tells you, a gentle smile on his lips to hide that he’s also devastated that he can’t be with you right now, “Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too. Talk to you later,” you blow a kiss at the screen to which Jay catches on his end with a soft laugh. You both hang up, the new silence of the bedroom deafening. With a heavy heart, you grab your heels and purse before heading downstairs to meet your friends.

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The music blasting in the gymnasium is almost overwhelming as you sit at the table you and your friends claimed in the corner. The bass booms in your chest and your ears ring as each song plays; the stench of teenage sweat and pre-gamed alcohol fills your nose with every passing second. The night had been hard enough with you being the only member of your group without a date, having to take pictures alone, and now watching everyone slow dance while their eyes glimmer with love. You tried hard to at least pretend like you were having fun by keeping a smile on your face just as Jay asked you to during your call that evening, but as the night progressed, it was becoming impossible.

The final straw of the night snuck up on you as you watched your friend get dragged onto the dance floor by her boyfriend, leaving you entirely alone at the table. A choked sigh caught in your throat as you felt your eyes turn glossy thinking about how Jay should be sitting next to you right now—how Jay should have his arms around your waist as you cling to him on the dance floor—how Jay should be laughing as you embarrass him with your obscene dance skills—how Jay should be taking cringy photos with you in front of the ugly backdrop—how Jay should be here.

A single tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek as you sniffle softly, this supposed “magical night” turning into what will become a miserable memory. As you wipe away the lonely tear with your hand, a gentle tap on the edge of your shoulder makes your body flinch in place.

“No thanks, I’m really not in the mood to dance right now,” you say through a sniffle to whoever is behind you.

“Wow, babe. Even with me?”

Your head raises, the tears and sniffles coming to an immediate halt as you hear the voice of the person hovering over you. As you slowly turn around in your chair, your entire body falls numb and your brain scrambles to figure out if you’re hallucinating this moment. It’s like time stops once you see him towering over you with a bright smile plastered onto his face, a plastic box with a corsage matching the color of your dress in his hands.

“Jay?” you question almost in a whisper, entirely in disbelief that your boyfriend is standing before you in the flesh.

“Who else would it be, love?” he laughs, his shoulders rising and falling as he does. Without another beat, your body catapults out of the seat to attach to his, your head falling into the crook of his neck, exactly where it’s supposed to be. His arms instinctively find their home around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer to him and lays a feather-like kiss on your neck.

Jay feels the wetness of your tears on his skin, making him shiver slightly before he pulls away just enough to see your face. His hands move from your hips to cup your cheeks as he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs with a soft laugh, “Hey… hey, hey, hey don’t cry, pretty girl. Your mascara’s already running, baby.”

“Why- are you- how are you- here?” you ask in between gasps for air, making Jay laugh a little bit harder as he holds your face in his hands like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

He shrugs with a sly smile, “Let’s just say I booked my flight for a week too early.”

You let out a half-exasperated laugh as you take a step back to wipe your tears with the sides of your hands, “God, you’re so freaking insane.”

“Only insane for you, my love.” Jay coos and leans in to leave a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin for a brief moment.

Your eyes roll at his retort, a smile finally making its way onto your lips as the waves of shock start to leave your body. Jay chuckles as he watches you come back down to Earth, his hand raising to brush a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Is that for me?” you ask him, glancing down at the corsage in his hand.

“Oh yeah!” he exclaims, seemingly to have forgotten about it already. Jay pops the box open carefully and pulls out the corsage while you raise your right hand to let him put it on you. He pulls the elastic and gently slides it over your wrist, “There we go. Do you like it?”

You nod frantically, your eyes still glazed over from the earlier tears with a stupid happy smile on your face. Jay caresses your cheek gently as you admire the corsage on your wrist, moving his thumb to wipe away the last remnants of mascara from under your eye before speaking again, “Now… I asked you to save a dance for me, didn’t I?” he asks as he holds his hand out for you to take, “Can I have this dance?”

Without another thought, your hand is in his as he guides you to the dance floor, his hands grasping onto your waist and your arms wrapping around his neck as the song starts to play. The two of you sway to the rhythm like one entity, a comfortable silence falling in between you while you savor the feeling of being able to touch one another again. Jay pulls you closer tenderly until your bodies are pressed together with not a sliver left between you. He plants a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose making you giggle.

“I wish you never have to leave again,” you suddenly say somberly, causing Jay’s heart to drop.

He sighs with a sad smile, nodding in agreement, “I know, me too, love,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he can see your face, “But even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart, cause my heart is wherever you are, my sweet girl.”

Your eyes gloss over again as you take in his words, your heart overflowing with love and adoration, “I love you,” you tell him faintly as the two of you continue to move to the song blaring around you.

Jay pulls you even closer, letting your head rest against his shoulder, allowing him to kiss the top of your head and mumble into your hair, “I love you more, Y/N.”

@jellyluv4eva @wonnieluv

[spiicii]

bloodline property / valentine’s day (jey)

jey uso x fem!reader word count → 3.4k summary → sami’s words from last night left you all confused. you don’t have feelings for jey. feelings are messy and complicated. but when jey takes you on a date far more intimate than a nice dinner, you’re not so sure anymore.  links → masterlist / taglist tags → fluff, romance, unprotected piv sex, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (if you squint), overstimulation, praise kink, crying, possessive behavior, love confessions

Thursday ✩ Jey

You hadn’t expected Jey to take the entire day off just to spend time with you. You were still curled up in Sami’s bed even though Sami had left hours ago for an early morning workout. You weren’t really asleep, but you were still startled when someone’s arms wrapped around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck. 

“Good morning.” Jey’s voice was warm and you instantly relaxed at the sound. “Sleep good?” 

“Mm hm.” You turned around to face him, your heart immediately stuttering at the sight of his adoring brown eyes. He was looking at you with what could only be described as devotion, a small smile on his lips as he stared at you. You suddenly heard Sami’s words in your head from last night. 

You’re telling me that you and Jey don’t have something special going on?

Jey always looked at you like this. It wasn’t love. He was just fond of you. Just like you were of him. But something in Jey’s wide puppy eyes had you thinking that maybe you’d miscalculated. 

“What’s up, ma?” He asked, his brow furrowed in concern. You realized that you probably looked distressed and you were quick to school your features. 

“Nothing, babe.” You told him, offering him a winning smile. “Just…a bad dream.” 

Jey made a sympathetic noise, pulling you close to his chest to kiss your hair. “It’s alright, babygirl. I gotchu.” 

Your heart stuttered again. You were fucked. 

*****

Jey had insisted you didn’t need to dress up and you soon found out why. 

“I can’t believe you remembered,” You murmured, completely in disbelief as you walked up to the entrance of the aquarium. “I mentioned this months ago.” 

Jey’s smile was a burst of sunshine. “Aye, I gotta pretty good memory. Not as dumb as I look, huh?” 

“You don’t look dumb,” You admonished, reaching to take his hand in yours. You felt excited, but scared too. This wasn’t what you had expected from Jey. You’d expected what the others had given you: a nice dinner, maybe some filthy sex, but this was different. This felt almost intimate; a dream you’d once mentioned to him that you never expected to come to fruition. This wasn’t casual. Not to you. 

You tried to push down some of your anxiety. Maybe you were reading too much into it. It was just a stupid aquarium. So what if you’d always wanted to go to one? Jey probably didn’t know how much this meant to you. He’d just heard you mention it and decided to do something nice for you. That’s it. 

Jey squeezed your hand. “Is this okay? We don’t gotta go if you don’t want to.” 

You realized you probably looked upset and you quickly shook your head, smiling at him. You were being ridiculous. Sami had gotten into your head. That’s all. And Sami had been wrong. 

“No, I’m excited.” You gave him a grateful smile, pulling him towards the ticket booth. “I’ve always wanted to come here. Do you think they’ll have sharks?” 

Jey laughed, allowing you to pull him along. “I dunno, maybe. You like sharks?” 

“Uh huh. They’re my favorite.” 

“Well then they better have them or imma be callin’ someone to complain.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, allowing yourself to finally relax. You wouldn’t let Sami’s crazy talk get in your head today. This was the aquarium. You’d dreamed of visiting one ever since you were a little kid and nothing, not even that strange feeling fluttering in your chest, would stop you from enjoying yourself. 

You watched as Jey paid for your tickets, his smile wide as you pulled him along to the first exhibit. 

The aquarium was quiet, which was to be expected for a Thursday morning. You passed a few older couples and the occasional tourist, but it was mostly just the two of you. Jey allowed you to take the lead, watching with unconcealed affection as you jabbered about the fish and sea creatures.

“Look! I read a book about these when I was little! Aren’t they cool?” 

“Aw, look, Jey! Aren’t these adorable?” 

“Jey, look at this!” 

Jey looked every time, but not at the fish. He seemed to only have eyes for you, his smile never dimming even though you were sure you were talking far too much. He held your hand the entire time, your fingers interlaced as you tugged him along. Whenever you stopped to admire an exhibit Jey would make sure to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side so he could press kisses into your hair.

When you finally reached the biggest exhibit, you couldn’t help but bounce on your heels in excitement. The aquarium was massive and you excitedly pulled Jey along once you saw the underwater tunnel. 

“This is amazing!” You exclaimed, your eyes roaming to take in the 360° view of the tank. “Do you think the sharks are here?” 

Jey never took his eyes off you. “I’m sure they’re here somewhere.” He replied, though he didn’t seem too concerned about it, watching with fondness as you smiled happily. 

You continued to walk through the tunnel together, still on the lookout for a shark, before you finally stopped halfway. You couldn’t help but admire the view, hundreds of small fish and creatures swimming around you. Soft, ambient music played in the background, the tunnel quiet with just the two of you. You looked up above you and saw a stingray, pointing excitedly for Jey to look too. 

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close so he could kiss your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile. He looked beautiful, the shimmering reflections from the water casting an aquamarine glow across his face. His chocolate eyes seemed to glitter in the light, his smile positively radiant as he looked down at you. 

“I ain’t ever seen you this happy before.” He murmured, reaching up a hand to cup your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, wrapping your arms around him in return. “Well, it’s all because of you.” 

Jey’s smile was dazzling, his gold teeth twinkling in the watery light. He leaned down to kiss you, his touch causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. He pulled you close, his strong arms holding you tight, as if he were worried that you might suddenly dart out of his grasp. 

Jey’s eyes were mesmerizing in the light and you felt like you couldn’t look away. “I just…” He trailed off, seemingly looking for the right words. “I just wanna make you happy like this all the time.” 

You felt like something with wings was trapped in your ribcage. Sami’s words were in your head again, your heart beginning to race. 

I’ve seen the way Jey looks at you. How he acts differently when he’s with you. Hell, even how he talks about you when you’re not around. And believe me, he talks about you a lot. It’s pretty obvious to me that he’s in love with-

“Jey…” You breathed, suddenly overcome with emotion. What the hell were you doing? This had been a bad idea. You’d let him get too close, allowed him to blur the lines between casual sex and something more. But how did you feel? 

You stared at him, watching as the watery light caused his beautiful eyes to sparkle. You’d looked at him a million times, but this moment felt different. You felt like you were seeing him for the very first time.

Jey. 

The man who was loyal to everyone around him, even at the risk of his own destruction. The man who put others before himself, no matter how badly he wanted to be selfish. The man who fought hard and loved even harder, desperate to protect those he loved. The man who dreamed about one day making it on his own, secretly guilty of imagining a world without the Bloodline. The man who felt insecure about himself, no matter how many fans gushed about how pretty he was. The man who cared about everyone and everything, no matter how much he tried to play it cool. The man who wore his heart on his sleeve, secretly terrified of being left alone.

Jey. 

It was all Jey, wasn’t it? 

It had always been Jey. 

He kissed you again and it was different this time. You felt like you were floating, your heart still beating wildly out of your chest as he held you close. You’d never felt like this with anyone else before. Not even Roman. His touch felt electric, time standing still as his soft lips brushed against yours. You couldn’t be sure how long the two of you stood there, bodies pressed together and words unspoken in that underwater tunnel. And when a shark finally did swim by you didn’t even notice. You only had eyes for him. 

*****

Okay, so you didn’t want to talk about what happened at the aquarium. You didn’t even want to think about it. What you had shared felt too vulnerable, too intimate to speak about. It didn’t help that Jey had bought you a stuffed shark at the aquarium gift shop, the gesture so tender that you felt like you might cry right there in front of the cashier. You were glad when Jey offered to take you home. 

You allowed him to lead you to his bedroom, feeling yourself slip back into the role you were comfortable in. Here you could be Bloodline property. Here there were no messy feelings, no confusing thoughts, no worries about what your next move was. Here all you had to do was obey, allowing the Right Hand Man to use you as he saw fit. 

That’s who he was, you tried to remind yourself. He belonged to the Tribal Chief, the same as you. He was Roman’s Right Hand Man. He wasn’t your Jey. He was never yours. He could never be yours. 

You tried not to think about this as Jey took his time worshipping your body, his touch gentle and his kisses full of affection. He wasn’t making this easy, especially as he whispered soft praises in your ear, his words so sweet that you felt like you might cry again. You were grateful when he finally paid attention to your weeping sex, determined to wring as much pleasure from you as possible. 

You’d already come three times, but Jey still wasn’t satisfied. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, using only his fingers and mouth to bring you to completion. Even now he had his long arms slung across your hips to pin you to the bed, eating you out slowly and leisurely despite the fact that you were trembling, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as he pushed closer and closer to your next orgasm. 

“Please, Jey,” you croaked, your fingers curled in the sheets so tightly your knuckles were blanched. “I can’t…I can’t…” 

“Yes, you can, ma,” Jey cooed, his eyes dark as he looked up at you. “You can give me another. I know you can. Make a mess for me, sweetheart.” 

You shook your head vehemently, still wriggling pathetically beneath him in a feeble attempt to dislodge him. The pleasure was threatening to overwhelm you, your muscles tense and your empty hole spasming as he continued to pay special attention to your clit, ignoring how empty you felt without him. 

“Need you to fuck me, Jey, please,” you begged, resisting the urge to curl your fingers in his hair and tug him off of you. “Please, I need you so bad.” 

Jey smirked up at you. The bastard loved this, you knew. He wanted you eager and desperate for him, willing to promise him anything just for his perfect dick to be inside you. You would hate it if it didn’t turn you on so fucking much. 

“Need me that bad, huh?” he teased, finally releasing your clit and leaning back to watch you. You spread your legs further apart, hoping to entice him. 

“I do.” Normally you would be embarrassed at how pathetic you sounded, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could think about was how badly you needed to feel him inside you. He was just so talented, always able to fuck you exactly how you needed. And you needed it. Badly. 

“Papi, please.” You didn’t normally call him that, but you were desperate, your gaze at him pleading. “Please.” 

Jey chuckled, already moving up the bed to kiss your lips. “It’s alright, baby,” he murmured, his lips soft as they brushed against yours. His beard was still wet with your juices, the smell of your own arousal now in your nose as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. “You know I ain’t gonna leave you hangin’. Don’t I always take care of you?” 

You nodded, another tear falling down your cheek before Jey kissed it away. 

“Just relax, sweetheart. Lemme treat you right.” 

You were so wet and open that Jey slipped into you easily, your body relaxing instinctively at the feeling. You felt like an itch was being scratched somewhere in your brain, your body taking him perfectly as if he were made to be inside of you. Jey let out a low groan and the sound was beautiful. 

“Feel so good, mamas,” he praised, peppering your face with kisses. “Always so good for me, ain’t you?” 

You nodded, your eyelids fluttering as Jey gave you an experimental thrust. He felt perfect. He always did. Not too big, not too small, not too wide, not too long. Your pussy was made for him and Jey seemed to agree, bracing his arms on either side of your head as he began to fuck you. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Jey crooned, his forehead pressed to yours. “Such a pretty girl. I can’t believe you’re mine.” 

You felt that strange emotion in your chest again, the same one you’d felt at the aquarium. Your heart was beginning to race, butterflies in your stomach as Jey stared at you adoringly. 

“Are you mine, baby?” He asked, his voice low, as if he were worried someone might overhear. “Are you?” 

You felt your eyes fill with tears again, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure. 

“Jey…” 

You felt overwhelmed, that strange emotion filling your chest and making you feel as if your heart was going to explode. You wanted to argue with him. You wanted to push him away and tell him that you weren’t his. You wanted to run back to Roman and forget all about these confusing emotions. 

So why didn’t you? 

Jey was looking at you expectantly, something vulnerable shining in his dark eyes. He was waiting for your answer, his hips slowing as he stared down at you. His question wasn’t rhetorical. It wasn’t pillowtalk. Were you his? 

Your lip quivered, the tears falling down your cheeks with abandon now. Suddenly none of it mattered. You didn’t care that this wasn’t part of the script. You didn’t care that you belonged to someone else. You didn’t care that this was probably the wrong time, probably the wrong place. You had to get the words out or else you would lose him forever. And you couldn’t live without him. 

“I’m yours, Jey.” You heard the conviction in your tone, your voice shaky as you resisted the urge to sob. “I’ve always been yours.” 

Jey went still, his eyes wide as he stared at you. You felt your cheeks burning but you refused to look away. You couldn’t, even when Jey didn’t speak, sending you further and further into a spiral. Oh god, had you fucked up? Had you misread all of this? What if you’d been wrong? 

Then Jey’s lips were on yours again, his kiss desperate and relieved and you cried harder, the tears making your kiss salty. You felt relieved too. You hadn’t been wrong. Jey wanted you. Jey loved you. And when Jey pulled back you could see that his own eyes were shining. 

“Shhh, it’s alright, baby,” Jey’s voice was fragile, his hand shaky as he reached up to brush some of the tears from your cheek. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” 

You were trembling beneath him, staring up at him like he hung the moon and stars. Your hands were reaching out to grab at him, scrabbling to touch him everywhere, desperate to be as close to him as possible. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, his cock now impossibly deep inside you. You let out a small gasp at the feeling, overwhelmed with pleasure and happiness. Jey was kissing your cheek, his hips beginning to pick up speed again as he thrust into you. 

“I ain’t ever leaving you, pretty girl,” Jey whispered, the words so tender and sweet that you cried harder, burying your face into his neck. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll let me. I ain’t leaving unless you send me away. I don’t care ‘bout no one else but you.” 

He shifted his hips and you felt stars explode across your vision, your body stiffening as if you’d been shot with volts of electricity. You let out a small whimper, Jey’s thrusts unfaltering as he continued to give you pleasure. He was always so good at this, but this time felt different, the arousal mixing with your strong emotions to create something intense and new. 

“I’m gonna make you happy, baby. I promise. I need you so bad, sweetheart. Don’t ever wanna be without you.” 

You could feel yourself approaching the edge of your orgasm, Jey’s words sending you into a haze of ecstasy. You’d never felt like this before, the pleasure so good you felt like you were levitating. You were still crying, but you weren’t sad. This was the happiest you’d ever been. 

“Come for me, sweetheart.” Jey’s words were almost pleading. “Show me how good I make you feel. I need it, baby. Please.” 

You obeyed, the orgasm slamming into you with such a force that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your pussy clamped down on Jey’s cock, causing him to let out a groan, his thrusts turning brutal as he moved closer and closer to his own finish. 

“So good, babygirl,” he gasped, your walls continuing to flutter and pulse around him. “So perfect fo’ me.” 

You held on tightly to him as he finally came inside you, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction at the feeling of warmth spreading between your legs. You felt like he had claimed you, body and soul, and made you his. And only his. 

Jey finally stilled, his breathing ragged as he pressed soft kisses into your neck. You held him close, your fingers threading through the curls at the base of his neck. It wasn’t until you let out a small hiccup that Jey finally leaned up to look at you, his face so vulnerable that you felt like you might start crying again. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice shaky. “I…I shouldn’t have…” 

You were quick to silence him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as you clung to him. He didn’t relax even when you deepened the kiss, his own body beginning to tremble beneath your hands. 

He pulled away with a gasp, screwing his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to yours. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to keep from crying and your heart broke at the sight. 

“Don’t apologize.” Your words were barely a whisper, your arms still wrapped around him to keep him close. You wanted to keep him this close to you forever. You could feel your chests pressed together, your hearts only a few inches apart, both of them beating wildly. 

“Jey…I…” 

Would you say it? It was just three words, just three, but they felt lodged in your throat. Saying them out loud would make them real. Make them true. 

But when you met Jey’s eyes again, you knew you’d been nothing but a fool. 

The words were true whether you said them aloud or not. They’d been true for a long time, you’d just been too stupid to see it. 

“I love you, Jey.” 

Jey seemed stunned at first, his eyes wide as he stared at you. Then you watched as his eyes filled with tears, a breathless laugh escaping from his lips. His smile was brighter than you’d ever seen and you felt like you were staring into the sun. 

“Pretty girl…” He said your name reverently, as if it were sacred. “I love you more.” 

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[burningembers91]

Hallasan - Kim Do-Hyun x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

The Choices We Make The Beauty and her Beast The Difference Between Men and Boys In the Harsh Light of Day

Synopsis: Kim Do-Hyun takes you on your first adventure, and has serious thoughts about his future as a mercenary.

A/N: When researching mountains in Korea, I was originally going to base this story in Jirisan National Park, but then I came across Hallasan, and it's now officially added to my travel bucket list. I've added some pictures below because the scenery is seriously stunning!

It had always been your dream to travel, to explore every hidden gem the world had to offer. Kim Do-Hyun knew how badly you wanted to see the world, and he’d made it his mission to make your dreams come true. It had been six weeks since the night in the bar, since Do-Hyun had given into his desires. You were everything he’d ever wanted, so perfect in every way. You’d both been stuck in a blissful haze, so wrapped up in one another you barely noticed anything else. He set your heart and soul on fire, so unlike any man you’d ever been with before. 

It had been Do-Hyun’s idea to go away for the weekend, to give you your first taste of adventure. He’d decided to start small, whisking you away to Jeju Island with the idea of climbing Hallasan. The views were exquisite, so out of this world and entirely breathtaking. He’d conquered the summit several times, and he knew you’d love the view from the top of the mountain. He’d gone out and bought you your own pair of hiking boots and accessories, sparing no expense for the girl of his dreams. He’d booked you into a luxury hotel, complete with a spa day to soothe the muscles he knew would ache after the hike. He was due to leave for Uzbekistan in five days, and he wanted to treat you like a queen before he left. Do-Hyun had no intention of telling you what he really did, but there was always that niggling fear in the back of his brain that he’d have to come clean sooner or later. You’d asked him about his job a few times and he’d always kept it vague, giving you enough details to stop you from getting suspicious. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d juggle his mercenary duties with your relationship, but he would worry about that later. The only thing on his mind at the moment was giving you the best weekend of your life. 

Your flight left Seoul early, your eyes still bleary with sleep as Do-Hyun guided you through the airport. You were not a morning person, and it baffled you that your boyfriend could seemingly rise at any hour of the day, bright eyed and raring to go. He pressed a large latte lovingly into your hands, brushing his lips softly over the top of your head as you leaned into him. In hindsight, a 6am flight hadn’t been his smartest move, but getting an early start on the hike was a must. 

Do-Hyun had been fortunate to see many beautiful things in his life, but nothing quite compared to the look on your face as the plane started its descent onto the island. Your eyes were bright, your smile wide as you took in the glittering ocean and large green spaces. 

“Incredible,” you breathed, snapping a few pictures from the window. 

It was a perfect day for a hike, the weather warm and the sky cloudless. You started your ascent, donned head to toe in the designer gear Do-Hyun had gifted you. You’d always prided yourself on keeping fit, but climbing the mountain humbled you. You had to keep stopping, pretending you were taking in the view, trying to control your breathing and acting like your lungs weren’t about to burst out of your chest. Do-Hyun’s level of fitness was astounding, and you tried your best to keep up with him, but the man was a machine. 

“Can you slow down a little?” You panted, finally admitting defeat two hours in. 

“You getting tired?” He teased, smiling at your beet red face.  “Nope, just… taking it all in.” You could barely speak, your breath laboured as you attempted to ease a stitch in your side.  “Let me help you.” Do-Hyun flipped his backpack on his chest, before hoisting you onto his back. He continued up the mountain, carrying you as though you weighed nothing. Once you’d regained your breath, you continued on, Do-Hyun slowing his pace to match yours as you made your way to the top. 

You’d searched up pictures of Hallasan before the trip, but nothing could compare to the real life beauty once you got to the top. The view was straight from a fairytale, so utterly breathtaking. You sat for a while at the top, just taking in the view. Do-Hyun watched you as you took in the sight, his heart aching with love. 

“What do you think?” He asked, coming to stand next to you as you snapped a few pictures.  “Incredible,” you smiled. “Thank you for bringing me here.” “I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” He whispered, cupping your chin in between his hands. “I love you.” The words he’d longed to say left his lips so easily, pulling you in close as you whispered the words back. 

That night, your muscles aching with the fatigue of a seven hour hike, Do-Hyun ran you a bath, the hot water soothing your aching legs as you reclined against his chest amidst the pile of vanilla scented bubbles. He made love to you, entwined in the silk sheets, drawing your pleasure out again and again. Your moans drove him crazy, your soft whimpers spurring him on as he made you fall apart over and over again. 

Neither of you wanted to leave the island, content to stay locked away in the sancitiy of your hotel. But Do-Hyun had a job to do, had a team who were counting on him. For the first time in a long time, he found himself hesitant to go, wishing he’d turned down the job to stay with you. 

He’d never been bothered about putting his life on the line for a payday, not since the passing of his parents. For a long time, Do-Hyun hadn’t had anyone or anything to live for; but now he had you. He didn’t want to leave you, didn’t want to fight wars for rich and powerful men anymore, didn’t want to risk his life for those who didn’t give a damn about him so long as he got the job done. 

As he boarded the plane that would take him to his next mission, he replayed his goodbye with you. A lingering kiss that he didn’t want to end, his hands gripping you waist as he willed his feet to walk away from your door. 

For the first time, Do-Hyun wondered whether it was time to give up his life as a mercenary and settle down with the woman of his dreams.

[yizhuovrse]

Hello love! Could you pretty please do a Aub!Winter X Bodyguard! Reader, I just have a feeling our girl would literally melt with a more muscular girl, you get what imma saying haha

warnings sub!winter, bodyguard!reader, winter got a little jealous, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering, oral (winter receiving)

you both know it’s wrong, that you shouldn’t be doing this. but you can’t help yourself when it comes to minjeong. the way she makes herself smaller next to you, the whine in her voice when talking to you or you aren’t paying enough attention to her, the way she ogles your arms as you’re working. it was like she was tempting you.

today had been a busy day, the girls jumping from schedule to schedule. though you tried, you weren’t able to stick by minjeong the entire day. you knew it upset her when she noticed the way you used your body as a shield for giselle as they walked from the car to the artist entrance of the place they were filming at. but what could you do? it’s your job.

that’s how you ended up in this position; after the girls’ schedules ended for the day, the entire team wanted to go to dinner to celebrate. minjeong was watching you like a hawk. you still were by someone else’s side instead of hers. so she decided to feign illness, knowing you’d chase after her. you always did.

minjeong puts her utensils down and strategically cradles her head as if she were experiencing a headache. “ah,” she whimpers. “my head hurts. i can’t eat anymore, i’m sorry. i think i’ll go wait in the car. next dinner is on me!” and with that, she’s rushing out.

of course, she can’t go alone. “i’ll go with her.”

so, now, here you are. crammed into the furthest back seat of the black van with tinted windows with minjeong. one arm was holding you up as you caged her against the seat, and the other was…busy. her legs were spread open enough for you to be kneeling between them, fingers rapidly thrusting inside her leaking cunt. she reaches up and grabs your biceps—that are flexing with every movement you make—and her fingernails dig into them. so deep that you’re sure there will be crescent shaped marks in them for days to come.

“what made you act like that?” you curl your two fingers up into a particularly sensitive spot, making her arch up into your chest. “you know i’m just doing my job.”

she whines, looking up at you with her wide puppy eyes, completely clouded by lust and jealousy—possessiveness over you. “i don’t—hah—i don’t want them to,” she cuts herself off by throwing her head back, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning too loudly. you aren’t somewhere private, after all. “don’t want them to—mm—think they—they can have yo-you.”

you smirk and press a kiss to her lips. “of course not, baby. i’m all yours. these?” you flex your arms again, this time on purpose, making the muscle bulge underneath her fingertips. “all yours.”

it doesn’t take much longer for minjeong to come undone, digging her nails impossibly deeper into the skin of your arms. you ride out her high with your fingers before pulling them out. your broad hand and fingers were completely covered in minjeong—the palm and a bit of the back of your hand was covered in slick arousal, your two fingers coated in slick and a ring of milky white cum. after making sure minjeong was watching you, which she was, of course, with half lidded eyes and a blissed out face, you lifted your soiled hand to your mouth and began licking. you licked, lapped, and sucked clean any trace of minjeong from your hands, which made her heart race and pussy throb at the eroticism of the scene in front of her.

you check your watch for the time, knowing roughly how long team dinners usually take, and look at minjeong with an almost sinister look on your face. “think i could make you cum again before they’re done?”

with her confirmation, you push her legs even further open and shove your face into her sopping cunt, still sensitive and fluttering from her previous orgasm. you were determined now to fuck her with your tongue and make her cum a second time before everyone starts pouring out of the restaurant, probably halfway on their way to drunkenness, meanwhile minjeong feels like she’s getting drunk on you.

[torntvs]

❛ TEENAGE GOD— 最愛の GOJO SATORU.

artist: yamada_souko

summary : gojo satoru finds himself yearning for a little more in life.

warnings : angst, death mention, yapping away the gojo lore in my head.

ayen's talk : walk with me, through this. this is my original writing style, rather than smuts tbh... i am an angst pro.

It should have been a normal day. Not those kinds of days where his heart yearned more of his teenage years. Not those kinds of days where he felt the infinite hollow of his chest expand. There was a quiet hum of the sea that rang through his ears, cerulean eyes reflecting the blue waters, that kissed the shore— or the melting sun against the horizon.

Admits the chaos he was born within, Satoru had learnt to accept what he was made for. A weapon? Yes. A specter in his own body. If people would take a look at him— all they would see was an adult, who seemed to be very content with his life. The dull and sullen gaze going unnoticed by almost everyone he knew.

"Satoru!" A ghost of a smile graced his features as he reminisced about the past. Suguru's face morphed into their teenage years as they played under the burning sun, heart aching. Satoru knew his limitation to his memories— guilt gnawed at his heart, having a feast.

What if Satoru did notice everything going wrong with Suguru back then? What if he really noticed how warily Shoko and Suguru looked at him. Was he too busy holding the responsibilities that were pushed into his shoulder? In the end, he was just a weapon.

When he was younger— his edges were jagged, raw and unfiltered. Shaking the core of his executors when he gazed at them distantly. The emotional turmoil growing inside him far from what it had brewed into now. Now, Satoru's edges were soft— he didn't snap at people.

Death of many whom he had loved overtime made him soft. His heart ached to a certain extent— but his laugh resonated within the walls of Jujutsu High. Their incomplete childhood haunting the walls and his dreams— death has danced with him several times, but not a single time did she manage to take her away from his loved ones.

So she took away whom he loved.

For the longest time satoru tried to convince himself that the student life as a sorcerer was just some inevitable duty he had to accomplish. Riko was dead in his arms and Suguru’s face was worn out. Riko, the child, the star plasma vessel was dead and in his arms— and Suguru looked so out of it. The man, he didn't remember his name— Zen’in, half blown up regretted something in his heart.

Satoru carried the guilt of so many people, it took him a long way to get here. Again at the Osaka beach— thinking of what could have gone right and why didn't it go right?

Being the god of an unknown religion that this society had forced him onto made the idea of being the strongest bitter. They say power comes with sacrifice— Gojo Satoru had sacrificed his entire being in an attempt to full-fill his duty as the strongest.

And all they made out of him was a Teenage God, never a human.

© torntvs 2O25 — copyright

[pukefactory]

glisten x reader where glisten has a big fat crush on reader but they're dumb and clueless about it

✧——⊹ ࣪ ˖ MY HEART SAYS YES BUT YOUR MIND SAYS NO ⊹ ࣪ ˖——✧

୭ Summary: Glisten x Reader Who Is Oblivious to His Affection

୭ Character(s): Glisten (Dandy’s World)

୭ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

୭ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

୭ Image Credits: Autismkaeya on Pinterest

✧ Every time Glisten sees you, he insists on making a grand entrance—dramatic twirls, exaggerated hair flips (despite being a mirror), and perfectly rehearsed one-liners. He is convinced that his dazzling presence will inevitably make you fall for him, but you simply assume he behaves this way with everyone. He is rather theatrical, after all—why would this spectacle be just for you?

✧ Glisten meticulously selects small, thoughtful gifts—polished gemstones, elegant ribbons, even handwritten notes in dramatic calligraphy, which are nearly unreadable due to the precision of his cursive. You, however, interpret his gestures as mere kindness and always return the favor with casual trinkets. Unbeknownst to you, each simple gift sends him into a lovesick spiral, torn between delight and sheer frustration at your obliviousness.

✧ Whenever you compliment him, Glisten feigns nonchalance. “Oh, darling, I know I look stunning!” he’ll say, waving a dismissive hand. But the moment you turn away, his reflection is practically glowing with a deep, flustered red. His heart races, his blush intensifies, and he takes deep, measured breaths to keep himself from outright screaming. He often has to cover his face for a while and, in more extreme cases, retreat to his room just to regain his composure.

✧ If someone else gets too comfortable around you, Glisten will not—cannot—let it slide. He immediately inserts himself into the conversation, flipping his bow with exaggerated flair and standing just a little too close. But you? You assume it’s just his usual need for attention, oblivious to the way his hand lingers on your arm or how his expression tightens ever so slightly. You attribute his irritation to the topic at hand, completely unaware of his seething jealousy.

✧ Occasionally, Glisten lets something slip. “Oh, if only someone could adore me as much as I adore you!” But, as with most of his theatrics, you simply laugh, dismissing it as yet another poetic exaggeration. Meanwhile, he’s dying inside, screaming into his pillow later that night, wondering just how obvious he has to be for you to finally understand.

✧ One day, he goes as far as composing and performing an entire song about your breathtaking presence, fully expecting an emotional love confession in return. Instead, you clap and cheer, telling him he should sing more often because he’s “really good at it.” He stands there, utterly dumbfounded, another piece of his soul quietly withering as he struggles to process how you could have possibly missed the meaning behind such an elaborate gesture.

✧ Glisten has a reputation to uphold—he must be smooth, charming, and effortlessly confident at all times. But whenever you smile at him for just a little too long or say something especially sweet, he completely unravels. His words come out jumbled, and he hastily attributes it to “being too fabulous for coherent speech.” In truth, he’s absolutely over the moon, barely keeping himself from collapsing in giddy delight. If he could, he’d scream at the top of his lungs—but, of course, he maintains his composure. Or, at least, he tries.

✧ Each night, Glisten stares at his reflection and sighs dramatically, whispering, “Why must love be so cruel? How do they not see it?!” before collapsing onto his bed as though performing a tragic monologue. His room serves as the stage for his self-imposed romantic torment, a theatrical spectacle he has convinced himself is far more complicated than it truly is. But, well… that’s just Glisten for you.

✧ Every casual touch—a pat on the back, an absentminded hand-hold, a gentle adjustment of his bow—sends him into complete overdrive. He stiffens, turns bright red, and has to will himself not to dissolve into a shimmering mess of emotions. Meanwhile, you remain entirely unaware, continuing as if nothing has changed, utterly oblivious to his internal crisis.

✧ Eventually, Vee grows so exhausted from witnessing this ongoing disaster that she decides to end the agony herself. One day, she turns to you and bluntly states that Glisten has an enormous crush on you. Cue your absolute shock, while Glisten—standing behind her—dramatically fans himself, praying for the ground to swallow him whole or, better yet, for Vee to spontaneously combust into a million tiny shards of metal for betraying him.

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What was Joe’s reaction to hearing call it what you want for the first time?

call it what you want (yail’s version) || joe burrow x reader

description: the ask pretty much sums it up!!

a/n: this is so fun for me im screaming

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none. just my sickeningly adorable babies

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joe was absolutely wrecked. like i'm talking tears pooling in his eyes by the end of it, a rosy blush on his cheeks, and his heart nearly beating out of his chest and onto the floor in front of him.

i mean, his heart was already racing by the time she strummed the first few chords. he didn’t know what to expect, but he was already completely captivated by the way she looked so normal sitting on the floor of his living room—her messy hair in a bun, wearing one of his oversized hoodies LSU hoodies, and a pair of sweatpants that had seen better days. they were sitting there together, legs tangled together, the low light of the room casting a warm glow over them. she had her guitar in hand, her eyes glancing at him with a mix of affection and a little bit of nervousness.

he could tell she was about to share something important with him, and his heart fluttered with anticipation. this was the very first song she had written & recorded for her newest album, and the very first song joe had heard from her since they had been together. sure he had heard her sing to him on plenty of occasions--late at night before bed, in the car, while cooking, in the shower--but he had never heard one of her newest songs.

everything about this moment was special, from how relaxed the setting was to how she was about to serenade joe with the most lovey love song she had ever written while a late november storm raged outside. her favorite weather, with her favorite person, just as she was about to sing her favorite song to date.

when she started singing, the first line, “my castle crumbled overnight,” hit him in straight in the gut. her voice was soft, melodic as always, and maybe even a little shaky. as if the mere mention of her past was enough to tug at the seams of wounds he had worked so tirelessly to stitch back together, threatening to crack what he had so gently mended.

"i brought a knife to a gunfight, they took the crown, but it's alright. all the liars are calling me one, nobody's heard from me for months, i'm doing better than I ever was,,"

he knew exactly what she meant with the opening verse; the lyrics were a metaphor for how her entire world had collapsed in the blink of an eye...how they broke her in her most vulnerable state. she disappeared once the walls started to cave in, leaving no trace of her being behind as she hid in those dark clouds that she was running from. she had been stripped bare, torn apart by the same people who once sang her praises, left to piece herself back together in silence. they had taken everything—her peace, her trust, her sense of self, her love—and twisted it into something unrecognizable.

but then came him.

the man who loved her even when she didn't even know what love was anymore. who loved everything she came with--the baggage, the scars--and never once made her feel like she was something broken, something discarded.

and so the next verse was the one that really got him.

"'cause my baby's fit like a daydream, walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walkin' to. so call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to. my baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new. so call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to,".

those words hit him hard, and for a moment, he just sat there, letting them sink in, his blue eyes darkening, pupils blown wide as he stared at her, completely entranced.

this was so him. she was singing about him—about the way he was, the way he came into her life like a calm breeze, so nonchalant and steady. it was his whole vibe. walking with his head down, so easygoing, never one to stir up drama or chaos because he was above that. he wasn’t the loud, attention-grabbing type. he just…was. and somehow, in the midst of everything that had been going on in her life, he had quietly, steadily become her everything.

in the next verse, these lyrics stuck out to him.

"all the drama queens taking swings, all the jokers dressin' up as kings, they fade to nothin' when I look at him,".

to her, none of that noise mattered when she was with him. the world could be burning, people could be scheming, twisting her name into something ugly, but when she looked at him? it all faded to nothing. because joe wasn’t just someone she loved--he was the only thing in her world that ever felt real, steady, untouchable.

he exhaled a shaky breath, his eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in existence. because to him, she was.

then she sang,

"and i know i make the same mistakes every time bridges burn, i never learn, at least i did one thing right i did one thing right i’m laughin’ with my lover, makin’ forts under covers trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right starry eyes sparkin’ up my darkest night,".

joe felt his chest tighten, his heart pounding even harder as he took in every word. his fingers curled slightly against his knee, overwhelmed by the weight of what she was saying--what she was telling him.

she had been through hell. had made mistakes, had trusted the wrong people, had watched everything she had built crumble in front of her. but somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, she had found him. chosen him.

he thought about every late night they had spent tangled in sheets, whispering secrets under the glow of a bedside lamp. about the stupid inside jokes, the way she could make him laugh until his stomach hurt, the way he held her through the nights when the past still clawed at her like an open wound.

"at least i did one thing right,".

god. if she only knew how much that meant to him.

his eyes were burning now, and he had to blink a few times to keep himself from completely falling apart. because he was the one thing she was sure of. he was the light in her darkest night.

and as she strummed the last few chords before continuing on to the bridge, he mouthed it to her, barely even realizing he was doing it--

"i love you."

her fingers faltered against the strings for just a second. her breath hitched as she stopped singing for a second. and then she smiled, so soft and so full of love that he swore he could feel it in his bones.

as she continued on to the bridge of the song, fingers strumming the guitar with practiced ease, the lyrics felt like they were speaking directly to him yet again.

"i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck, not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me. which is more than they can say, i recall late november, holdin' my breath, slowly I said, "you don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?". yes,".

as she sang those words, joe's eyes instinctively dropped to the delicate chain around her neck—the one that held his initial, resting right against her heart. he had seen her wear it every day, had traced his fingers over it absentmindedly when they lay in bed, but hearing her sing about it, about him, made his chest ache in the best way.

"not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me."

that stuck out to him the most.

his jaw clenched slightly, emotion swelling in his throat. god, she got him. she really got him. he had never been the loudest person in the room, never one to stake his claim or demand attention. and yet, she had made it clear--he didn’t have to. he wasn’t with her to prove something to the world. he was with her because he knew her, because he saw her for exactly who she was, and somehow, that was enough.

"which is more than they can say."

he knew what she meant--how so many people had claimed to know her, to love her, but none of them ever really had. not the way he did. not the way she let him in.

and then came the part that ruined him.

"i recall late november, holdin’ my breath, slowly i said, 'you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?'".

he could picture it so clearly—the early days, when she was still hesitant, still finding her way back to herself. how she had looked at him one night, the weight of everything pressing on her, and asked, "would you run away with me?"--half a joke, half a plea.

and he had said yes. without hesitation. every time.

because he hadn’t saved her. he never wanted to save her. he just wanted to be there, to hold her hand as she saved herself.

and sitting here now, listening to her sing those words back to him, for him--he realized she knew that. she had always known.

his throat tightened, his eyes stung, but he didn’t care. because as soon as the last note hung in the air, he reached for her, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheek as he whispered, voice thick with emotion--"i would run anywhere with you,".

she saw the blush rise on his cheeks, the way his eyes were slowly softening from realization and brimming with tears. she nearly started crying on her own. but not from sadness, but rather out of love. he loved her so much, loved her in a way she had never experienced.

as the last note faded into the quiet hum of their living room, she let out a slow breath, her fingers still resting on the strings of her guitar. she was almost afraid to look up at him, to see just how deeply the song had affected him. but she didn’t have to look—she could feel it.

joe was silent, completely still except for the steady rise and fall of his chest. when she finally lifted her eyes to meet his, what she saw made her heart stutter. his lips were slightly parted, his blue eyes glassy, swirling with emotions so intense she could feel them in the air between them.

“baby,” he finally whispered, shaking his head like he didn’t even know where to begin. he reached for her immediately, gently taking the guitar from her hands and setting it aside before pulling her into his lap. his arms wrapped around her so tightly it was like he was afraid she’d slip away if he let go.

she melted into him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck as he buried his fingers in her hair, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“you wrote that about me?” his voice was barely above a whisper, like he still couldn’t believe it.

she smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “of course i did. every word,”.

he exhaled shakily, pulling back just enough to cup her face in his hands. his thumbs brushed over her cheeks, his touch impossibly gentle as he looked at her like she had just given him the entire universe.

“you don’t know what that does to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “hearing you sing about me like that. hearing how you see me, how much you—," he cut himself off, swallowing hard before pressing his forehead against hers. “god, i love you,".

her heart swelled, her hands finding his wrists as she leaned into his warmth. “i love you too,” she whispered, closing her eyes as he kissed her—soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world to show her just how much he meant it.

when he pulled away, he rested his nose against hers, his fingers trailing down to toy with the chain around her neck. he rubbed the small pendant between his fingers, his expression impossibly tender. “you really wear this for me?”

she nodded, her fingers curling in the fabric of his hoodie. “yeah. because you really know me. and well, it is your initial, goofball,”.

joe let out a soft, disbelieving laugh before shaking his head. “you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart. you know that?”.

she giggled, and he kissed her again, this time all over—her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose. “my sweet girl,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect, perfect girl. this song was amazing. you are fucking amazing. thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share this with me,”.

she blushed, burying herself further into his arms, and he just held her, rocking them slightly as if to remind her—she was safe. she was his. and he wasn’t going anywhere.