#this isnt even all the gifs i had planned! there's more!

[rolandkaros]

starting a collection

[roturo]

HERE ME OUT

Toji, Gojo, Megumi (choose one, i dont mind) realize spanking isnt doing much for a punishment anymore (youre enjoying it too much) so they come up with other ideas

ex. watching you get fucked by a fuck machine in a mirror while u cum over n over begging for the real thing, seeing how many sex toys you can get away with wearing in public, switching between making you cum over n over to not letting you cum every hour or something ALL NIGHT, etc

BRAT - JJK MEN

warnings: smut, overstimulation, semi-public sex, edging, ice cube play, cunnilingus, slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, spanking, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, dumbification, sub-space, dom/sub dynamics, humiliation, bondage, bdsm, handcuffing, use of vibrator, throat bump, tummy bump (idk how it's called), bratty reader, objectification, jealousy, mirror sex, breeding, unprotected sex, penis in vagina, there's more warnings but idk.

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro & Sukuna.

Gojo Satoru

He first realized spanking you as a punishment isn’t working when your bratty remarks started becoming more usual after 3 or 4 spanks, you moaned at the feeling and teased him even more for him to do it again. 

To say he’s angry at this is an understatement, because he hates brats. Hates not having control, and your behavior being the last drop of breaking was all he needed to give you a real punishment.

You thought he was being mean? Oh no, he was being nice right now.

You pull on his white locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

The feeling of his tongue abusing your overstimulated hole had you feeling dizzy, but the vibratory he had on his hand teasing your swollen nub made the pleasure more unbearable than before. 

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit while he fingered you and used the vibratory to tease your other hole. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

And the worst thing of all? You were in a public space. 

You never noticed he brought a vibrator, it's like he knew you were looking for this, for a punishment, but he also knows you don’t see spanking as a punishment anymore, so he had a change of plans.

You were a little bit too flirty with Nanami tonight, he couldn’t take it, so when he saw you going to the restroom he didn’t care it seemed so obvious, he followed you behind.

Your pleas for him to stop went to deaf ears, not taking care in the world and not having any hint of stopping this.

You already had your makeup messed up, you’re sure about that, tears coming out your eyes, smudged lipstick, messy hair, he made sure for everyone to know he fucked the soul out of you. Making visible hickeys on your neck, he wanted to humiliate you.

And if like that wasn’t enough, once he finished he left the vibratory inside of you, so when the both of you walked out, not only everyone knew you two fucked at the restroom, but they’ll know you’re struggling to even talk or walk.

“Ah-ah, you acted like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one.”

Geto Suguru

This man is RUTHLESS. He would tie up your arms and legs on the bed so you can’t move. Using an ice cube toy tease your body, saying is “what you deserve for being too fucking horny all the time” 

The vibrator inside of you wouldn’t stop at any moment, making you come with no break, his tongue playing with your nipples, licking your tummy while going down on you till he found your clit. Grabbing another ice cube and tracing near your cunt.

He would spit on you or slap your pussy every time you told him to stop, making you even a messier moaning mess. His words would be hard too, not accepting any type of bratty behavior coming out of you, it’s what you earned.

He was angry, he couldn’t contain watching you dance with another man, knowing he was right there. You aren’t anything serious, yet, but he makes sure for everyone to know you’re his.

You felt dizzy, coming into subspace once he finished giving you your last orgasm of the night. Needing some time more to adapt to your surroundings. He made sure to cum in your stomach once he felt he couldn’t contain it anymore, and that’s when he knew he had to stop.

Because this man has self-control, he wanted to prove a point and he made sure of doing it. Treating you like a slut. Fucking you like a slut.  You’re no one’s slut but his.

Toji Fushiguro

He’s the opposite of Geto, he’ll make sure to have all the pleasure for himself and just him.

You were about to cum? too bad, because he’s the one coming, not you. He would even edge himself just to make sure you don’t come. Using you like a fucking toy in front of his mirror, pinching your nipples and biting your shoulders.

Your pussy would be so full of him you could even feel a small bump in your tummy, filling you up with his cum, the slickness of it making it easier for him to thrust into you.

Every time he touched your g-spot with his cock, you were almost screaming, begging for release. Every time you close your eyes he would grab you by the chin, threaten to not let you cum for 30 minutes more if you close them again.

Wetting his fingers with your liquids and mostly his cum just to insert them in your mouth. “You want to feel that too, huh? You want to taste yourself too?”

Nodding your head like you could, trying to say yes but every time you opened up your mouth a moan came out of it, just being able to call his name and little ‘please’

But he just laughed at how fucked up you look right now, continuing thrusting into you, one of his arms wrapping around your waist while the other one grabs you by your throat, making sure you’re looking at the two of you in the mirror.

Depending on how good you behave, he’ll decide if he’ll let you cum or not. You might spend the whole night without coming until the next time both of you have sex, thrusting you to make this punishment again if you cum without him.

Megumi Fushiguro (My man, my husband, my boyfriend)

He wouldn’t show he was angry at you, noticing you were enjoying the slaps on your ass, he just suddenly stopped. Analyzing what he should do.

Your smirk disappeared once you heard the silence, not feeling his hands on your ass. Looking through your shoulder, you found a blank face megumi looking at you

You were laying down on his lap and the couch, your ass displayed for him while he manhandled you. You were about to ask what’s wrong until he pulled you by the hair looking at your face before he switched positions, you’re now sitting on his lap.

With his cursed energy, some snakes came from the shadows and made sure he grabbed you by the wrists, putting them on your back so the snakes could simulate a handcuff.

Megumi is a silent man.

But this silence felt really different from the others, his dark blue orbs seemed almost black, his gaze showing no emotion other than seriousness.

He grabbed you by the armpits and positioned you on the floor, kneeled in front of him, while you watched him unbuckle his pants.

Lowering down enough his pants and boxers so his cock was displayed, pinkish tip with a small pearl coming out of his tip, a vein coming from the base on the left side, and slightly curved.

“Open your dirty mouth slut.” 

You did as he said, and he wasted no time in inserting his cock inside of you, giving you and your poor throat no time to adjust while he bobbed your head.

Your nose touching his pelvic bone, his free hand traveled down your face until he felt your throat, a small bump appearing and disappearing each time he thrusted inside of you.

A smirk appeared on his face while he groaned and left small whimpers at the pleasure of using you like a cum dump.

He has a lot of stamina, he doesn’t give up for nothing, not on a fight, not on smacking your bratty face out of your sight.

He felt that tingly feeling on his stomach, ready to cum, with just some more thrusts he dumped strips of cum inside your mouth.

You coughed a little, sore throat, trying to regain your posture when his cock left your mouth, it was still rock hard.

“Don’t have big hopes i’m going to fuck your pussy, i’ll continue fucking your mouth till you can’t even speak.”

Sukuna.

He has you sitting on his lap while he’s on his throne. Different mouths coming out of his body, one on his pelvic bone playing with your nub while he bounces you on both of his cocks. Feeling so full of him, you swear you couldn’t even talk, moans and whimpers only coming out of you.

His head was resting in one of his hands, while two of them were gripping your tits with a mouth on them while they sucked your nipples.

“You fucking brat.”

He would sometimes groan everytime your cunt clenched around his cock, or when he felt one of your holes a little bit too tight.

He had you cumming for him for 5 times now, not stopping his movements any time soon, bouncing you up and down on his cocks while he admired your body and face.

Tears staining your blushed cheeks, sweat covering your whole body, purple marks adorning your body and a bite on your shoulder from the first time he came.  Your sore and sensitive nipples bouncing in front of him, little begs and pleads coming out of you.

And all because you didn’t want to take your punishment like a good girl and challenged him with your bratty behavior.

You looked fucked up, not any kind of thinking behind your eyes, not even words to say, you were completely defenseless, used like a toy.

“If only you behaved like a good girl I would treat you like one. But right now you’re just my little whore to play with. I can stay here all night watching you lose your sanity and body control to me.”

[velvetsinz]

BARE DESIRES || H.HYUNJIN

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pairing. >> HUSBAND!HWANG HYUNJIN × WIFE!READER

summary. >> On their honeymoon, newlyweds Reader and Hyunjin indulge in passionate, unprotected sex. When Reader begs for a baby, Hyunjin can’t resist, turning their intimate moments into a mission to start a family, full of love and desire.

warnings. >> soft sex and hard sex, protected P in V and also unprotected P in V, multiple positions, mentions of multiple rounds to come, car sex, pet names (pretty girl, baby, angel and stuff) and probably more i'm lazy

{{this is pt. 1}}

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woken up by the sunlight softly grazing ur face through the shut curtains of your windows and the sounds of waves soothing the shore and rocks. soon, the shine of the sun isnt the only thing that's caressing your cheek. blinking open your eyes, a smiling hyunjin staring down at you as you slowly wake up comes into sight. he leans down and kisses your cheek, before leaning further down and kiss your lips.

the kiss was soft and gentle, passionate and sweet. his lips moved against yours as you kissed, he slowly shifted to hover above you without breaking the loving kiss. you soon had to break it, against both of his and your wishes, for air. but just as quick, hyunjin reconnected your lips with his, not wanting it to end just yet. he absolutely adored kissing your lips. the way they looked so full and pretty made him never wanna pull away; made him wanna kiss them till they're swollen and even more full but probably not even then would he stop.

once he soon breaks it, the both of you break out into fits of giggles. softly giggling, you breathe out a quiet "hi". hyunjin rests his forehead against yours, smiling and muttering a "hi" back. he pecked your lips and got up, sitting on the edge of the bed. "i'm gonna go make breakfast; get ready sleepyhead" he smiled wider and got up, walking out of the room in those pretty white sweatpants he changed into after the eventful night you had.

you shut your eyes again, you couldnt resist the thought of falling back asleep with the perfect life you had going on. the man you love and you are happily married, on the shores; in the beach house hyunjin rented for the honeymoon. how more perfect could it get? even though kkami doubled over as a baby, you couldnt help but want a real one with your husband.

you got up, finally realizing how long you had just been laying on the bed thinking. stretching ur arms and yawning, you walked into the bathroom. you shut the door behind you and looked at yourself in the mirror "Ouuuu my hair looks good today" you smile as you run a hand through your hair. {{i know some of y'all babygirlies are insecure about your hair so this is SPECIFICALLY for you}} you take toothbrush, wetting it under the cold water running from the sink before putting a decent glob of toothpaste on the bristles and sticking it in your mouth and moving it around.

you stepped out of the shower, the water of ur hair that was tied into a loose bun with a scrunchie dripped down your shoulders and wetten the soft cotten towel tightly wrapped around your body. you walked into the room and straight to the closet, seeing as you were probably not gonna go outside for the whole morning until that date both hyunjin had planned which was at 8 pm; after you changed into another pair of pajamas, a black silk one to be exact {{😏}}.

you rub lotion all over your body, you put. your still wet hair into a ponytail and walk out of the room; into the kitchen where hyunjin was. the smell of waffles flooded your senses. shutting your eyes and inhaling deeply, you smile and walk to hyunjin.

"hey honey" he smiled. you stood at his left side so naturally he put his left arm around your waist and pulled you to him you looked up at him "hi" you smiled back and leaned up to kiss him but since he wasnt looking at you you only ended up giving a kiss to his cheek. he turned to you to help your attempt to kiss him and kissed you back. he smiled wider as he pulled away "you're so short" he ruffled ur hair.

"i'm not short! i reach ur shoulders!" you shook ur head and re-tied ur hair back into a new ponytail. he rolled his eyes and went back to focusing on the machine that's cooking both yours and his breakfast. "is this the first waffle your making or have you already made others?" you ask him and he tilted his head to the side to show the plate that had about 7 waffles which meant he was cooking the last one. you 'ohh' in realization but soon ask yourself if you really shower that long.

the machine beeps, signaling the waffle was ready. hyunjin opened it and picked it up with his bare fingers which he, of course, pulled back quickly after he plopped it on the stack of waffles before he winced and blew on his fingers. you watched this happen with wide eyes, "you're so fucking dense" you let out a laugh at his stupidity. you took his hand in yours, inspecting his fingertips which were red in color due to the burn. "the burns arent bad, it wont cause blisters. they'll go in a bit"

hyunjin nods and goes to the sink, turning the tap on and letting the water run over his fingers. he sighed in relief at the cold water soothing his red fingers. you walk over to the pantry and swing it open. you leaned down and took out the nutella and powdered sugar, walking back to the plate and taking completely two new ones, a knife, a bowl and a dusting wand. you place two waffles on each of the plates and spread the nutella all over them with the knife and you gently put them on top on the other side of course the nutella sides facing eachother.

you do this with the other four waffles and put two finished waffles on your plate and two on his plate before you pour a just enough of the powdered sugar into the bowl and grab the dusting wand. you scoop some of the powder into the wand and shut it, shaking it over the waffles.

you put the nutella and the bag back into the pantry and shut the door. you take the knife, wand and the dish hyunjin had used to keep the waffles in before you turn to walk to the sink to keep them inside. but instead you a smitten hyunjin who was turned away from the sink, staring at you and leaning against the sink. "what?" you ask him, "you're so pretty" he smiled.

you smiled back and put the dishes into the dish washer, "so are you" you said as you washed ur hands.

TIMESKIP TO THE DATE

{{i know i know, i'm being lazy}}

a comfortable silence was all there was heard other than the soft hum of the car as hyunjin drove you guys down the roads of hawaii to your date. you were wearing a pretty white dress that reached just till the mids of ur thighs, hyunjin was wearing a suit to match ur choice.

As hyunjin drives, his hand rests comfortably on your thigh, his thumb gently tracing small circles on your skin. The warm, balmy air flows in through the car window, tousling your hair as you gaze out at the ocean, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. You can't help but steal glances at him—his focused expression as he maneuvers through the roads, the way his hair falls slightly into his eyes, the confident grip on the wheel. Every detail of him draws you in, making your heart race just a bit faster.

"you're staring," hyunjin teases, his voice low and playful. his eyes flicker towards you, a smirk playing on his lips as he catches you in the act. "can't help it," you reply, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. you lean closer, your lips just inches from his ear. "you look too good in that suit."

hyunjin's grip tightens on your thigh, the sudden firmness sending a spark of electricity up your spine. he glances at you with a darkening gaze, his playful smirk replaced by something deeper, more intense. the tension between you thickens, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a charged current. he lets out a soft breath, his eyes lingering on your lips for just a moment longer than necessary.

"you're not making it easy to focus on driving," he murmurs, his voice slightly husky. "maybe that's the point," you whisper back, the boldness of your words surprising even yourself. the car slows as he pulls into a secluded spot overlooking the ocean. He turns off the engine, and the quiet settles in, only the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks filling the space.

hyunjin turns towards you, his eyes searching yours. there's a moment where neither of you speaks, the air thick with unspoken desire and the tension of being so close yet not close enough. his hand moves from your thigh to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over your bottom lip. "you drive me crazy, you know that?" he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, but it vibrates through you, setting your nerves alight.

before you can respond, he closes the distance, his lips crashing into yours with a fervor that takes your breath away. The kiss is urgent, filled with the pent-up need of wanting but not being able to act on it for so long. you lose yourself in it, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging him closer as if trying to meld your bodies into one.

you break the kiss, both of you breathless, foreheads pressed together. his hands stay on you, fingers tracing patterns that send shivers down your spine. the sun has almost set now, and the world seems to blur around you, the only thing in focus being the man in front of you. hyunjin's lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "Let's not rush dinner. I just want to stay like this a little longer."

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author's note ~ I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS CLIFFHANGER BUT I LOVE DOING THISSS THE SMUT WILL BE IN THE NEXT PART FOR SURE {{or will it..}}

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@sturnioloshacker

[melodyglow-blog]

Why i think Dabi / Touya is still alive after chapter 430

#spoilers ahead

Ok first of all,this shit was so ass, i dont even wanna think about how the final chapter looks like it was set in a dark AU ending where nothing changes and rei looks older than ever, still pushing enjis wheelchair for the past 8 years🤮, shoto being a workaholic (and soon being num ONE). Shouldnt he be more focused on his friendships??

Plus, no mention of his siblings that his arc has been working on reconnecting him with. 🤮 So like...Enji won? Shoto will be number one after all wtff..

But id rather think about the fact that touya could still be alive after the timeskip. Here are a few reasons why..

No gravestone shown, no image of a shrine or a burial, hell..no mention of his death AT ALL unlike with toga or shigaraki, erasers friend and midnight...hell, deku even hallucinates shiggy. If touya was truly dead i feel like we wouldve seen a panel of his shrine or ANY indication if his death.

Society and tech have improved so much that quirkless deku can be a hero, so theres no way that touya, with a partial healing ice quirk isnt kept alive.

He was last shown to be 'slowly marching towards death' like BITCH thats literally what being alive is, we are all slowly marching towards death😭

This man is allergic to dying and i do believe that hori left his outcome ambiguous for a reason, if hori wanted to show touya dead he 100% would.

Shoto smiling..like bro would be smiling like that after his oldest brother passed away, like i said, intentionally hori is avoiding any mention of Touya, even natuso is not shown or mentioned, just that shoto has become a workaholic and on his way to being number one...

Plus the panel text is from Deku's pov. So its not todoroki's internal monolouge thats revealed, only his expression and hopefully thats an indicator that his siblings are ok.

Hori has 100% lost the plot lmao, the ending is so convoluted and out of character that theres simply no in universe reason why Touya would be straight up dead. Making shoto mention his father instead of his brothers or sister or MOTHER was certainly a choice🤮🤮🤮.

Old rei pushing enjis wheelchair is sickening and i dont wanna believe that shes still his maid if she has had to mourn touya a second time, its gross and literally a dark au cause wtf.

Since none of shotos siblings were mentioned, this empty space of detail lets us assume that shoto isnt stressing about them. If touya was dead we would see him visiting his shrine, in japanese culture, visiting gravestones and praying to shrines of the dead is symbollic.

I firmly believe that hori either got seriously sick (he said his ears were leaking fluid) or got pressured by his team (he said he cried when his management made him scrap an extra comic page he drew of dabi and sceptic on the past) , i believe that at this point, he didnt have a lot of creative control over his work and wasnt allowed to dedicate more panels to the LOV. HE HAD to prioritise enji and the characters at the top of the poll. When touya came 4th on the final poll, it was too late, his story became enji's story even though hori confessed that he had initially written enji to be killed off in the high end nomu fight.

The story is such a retconned mess, theres no way he wasnt planning shiggy and touya to be SAVED physically, literally touyas last panel is of him crying alone lmaoo.

IN BOTH of Horikoshi's previous serialized series the villains lived and got to reform and atone at the end..

But yeah, my end verdict is that hori intentionally didnt mention touya for the fans to theorise about him living💀

BONUS ~ i saw a post mentioning this, There is also a throwaway panel of the Doctor "curing the uncurable" - which could refer to Touya

[harrysarchive]

I love tattooarrist harry and baker!y/n so much!! Can we please have more of them🥺🥺

No big deal; h.s.

Pairing:

Tattooartist!harry x baker!y/n

Summary:

"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."

POV:

Y/n's

Warnings: Slight angst

I watch as the candle slowly melts with a sigh leaving my mouth, the cold dinner left untouched and the wine was left getting warm. I look up at the clock and my frown deepens.

I'll be back at 8, just me and you tonight love.

His charismatic voice with a wink rings through my mind. The clock taunts me with the hands striking 10, finally deciding he wasnt showing, I shoved my chair back the legs of the chair weeping from the tension against the wooden floor, and started picking up the dinner left to waste. Wrapping Harry's plate in plastic wrap i shove it in the fridge when a black ball of fur swivels its way between my legs, matilda meows sorrowful and i give her a light smile.

"He probably had to work late 'tilda." I hum giving her a pat before walking towards our bedroom.

As i sit on our bed I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts, clicking his name i put my phone to my ear and wait as the sound of the ringing vibrates through my ear.

I obviously couldn't answer I'm probably busy at work or with y/n. If it's important give her a call.

I let out a frustrated huff at the voicemail, "Where the hell are you? We had plans tonight remember? Just give me a call back please."

My body jolts as i hear the sound of keys jingle and the front door snapping open. I grab ahold of my glasses on the side table shoving them on and looking at the clock, 2:00 A.M. glares back at me. Are you actually kidding me? I put on my house shoes and walk towards the living area of the apartment, i watch as Harry pour himself a glass of water.

"And where the hell have you been?" I ask sharply as i glare at him, my hands on my hips Harry stops pouring the water and turns towards me with a frown.

"Out with Niall." He states bluntly taking a swig of water, a harsh laugh escapes my mouth and i nod.

"Did you forget something?" I ask with a sarcastic smile on my face.

He looks as if he's trying to remember something then shakes his head, "not that i recall."

Thats the fire that ignites my anger, "You made plans for us tonight! You wanted to have a nice quiet night in. I fucking made dinner, I had picked out a bath bomb for us to use. I even left work three hours early for this!"

"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."

No big deal.

"No big deal?!" I snap taking a step in his direction, "We barely get to spend any time together because you're always working late, you fucking promised me tonight and you broke that promise. You come home six hours later from a pub and expect me not to be upset? I mean fuck Harry!" I huff massaging my temples.

"Well maybe you should have called me!" He bites and i sigh shaking my head.

"You know what, this isnt even worth it." I hum grabbing my keys from the key rack.

"Where the hell are you going?" He asks moving over towards me.

"Martha's."

"Dont do this," he sighs, "look i'm sorry okay just dont leave please."

I take a look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair disheveled and a frown on his pretty pink lips before taking a deep breath, "i need some time to think and breathe before i make a mistake and do something irrational, if we keep going at this it'll turn out that way. Please respect my wishes."

His frown deepens and brows furrow further, "be back tomorrow?"

"I have work all day, i'll be back at 8." I spit his words back at him before throwing the door open and making my escape.

"...all im saying is he's a prick, plain and simple make him suffer." Martha states as she wipes down the colourful table.

Marthas been giving me a lecture since i walked into her little cottage yesterday at 2 in the morning and she hasnt stopped. I walked in the bakery with a frown at 6 A.M. and it hasnt came off the entire day, regulars constantly coming in giving me a sympathetic smile and wishing my day well.

"But Martha..."

"No but, no nothing. Dont give me that bullshit, sure he loves you and you love him but its the principle of the matter." She hums sitting in an old rustic arm chair next to the bean bags. "Think of it this way, if it was the other way around; him staying home making the dinner and you didnt show till ass crack in the mornin', he would do the same shit. Walk his pretty ass out of the house and drive off to Niall's."

I huff as i plop myself on the bright pink beanbag bringing my palms to my eyes trying to rub out the migraine that was destined to form. I know she's right he would be upset if it was the other way around, and the fact that he was being so blunt and  careless was very disrespectful.

"So what now?" I ask picking at my nails.

"You wait till he apologises."

I let out a deep sigh, "Martha I was also wrong for just walking out."

"No you werent, you told him yourself. You would have done some stupid shit that you didnt mean if you stayed there." She replies sharply, "and while he's at the apologising tell him to come clean the damn tables and dishes."

I let out a snort and shake my head, glancing at the clock 8 o'clock is staring back at me, Martha looks at the clock and hums.

"You can go, Nat is here so she can help clean up."

"No, i'll stay." I smile at her before snatching her rag out of her hands and smirking at her, "get up you old hag it's deep cleaning day."

She gapes at me then glares, "fuck that shit, you can do that yourself for calling me an old hag!"

I look at the clock on my dashboard, 10:30 it reads. Letting out a huff i grab my purse and some desserts I decide to bring home, everything will be fine i hoped. Walking up to the door i let one last deep sigh out before making my way through. The sound of things being knocked over make me jump slightly, looking up towards the dining area i see Harry with blood shot eyes and a blotchy face.

"You're home." He croaks out smiling at me with watery eyes.

"Yeah, stayed late to help Martha deep clean." I mumble sitting my purse on the coat rack and my keys on the key holder.

"I- um I made dinner for us." He chirps pointing to the meal on the table, "chicken parm your favourite."

I give him a weak smile before nodding and walking towards the dining table, looking at the meal my heart pulls. "Thank you thats thoughtful of you."

"No it's not, it's the bare minimum, you shouldn't thank me for this." He sighs shaking his head, "i have neglected you for weeks y/n. Making you promises and never pulling through, telling you we'd spend time together but it never happens. When you left last night, i um i got to thinking and do you know how many dates i've fallen through on?" He ask and i shake my head, not really one to keep count on things like that, "six, fucking six, that is six to many. I wanna make it up to you, i decided to cut back on my hours-"

"Harry you didnt-"

"I know i didnt have to, i wanted to." He smiles grabbing ahold of my hands, "i want to spend a lot more time with you, i want to be there for you the way you've been there for me."

Tears stream down my face as i smile at him letting out a chuckle, "i'm sorry for leaving."

"Dont be sorry, i would've left to if i was you."

A/N: oh my god :') hello guys i miss yall so fucking much its insane first off thank you so much for the request anon<3 i've been dealing with personal shit and just been in a reading (and writing) slump </3 and i've also been waiting for someone to request something so thank youuuuu!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed as much as i enjoyed writing this<3

-All the love,

em

Xo🐝

[twistedvanillacoffee]

i love wh so much i cant stop reading it over and over!!! your writng is amazing! i love it so muc i'm addicted to your story fr

thank you for saying that reader is a stepmom that isnt said a lot in Lucixreader fics i rly want charlie and reader to have mother daughter time charlie rly needs a mom and reader is just so great i love her

Omg! Thank you so much! That's such a compliment that you'd read Witch Heart over and over. I'm addicted to writing it, so I can completely understand the feeling!

I totally agree with Charlie needing a mom. And I do want to work it in as I go. For now, though, I might just need to write some side pieces (like below). As a thank you for this, here's a little piece I whipped up for some Charlie & Reader time!

For context: Witch Heart is a [Reader] x RadioApple thruple fic on AO3. Charlie calls [Reader] mom.

Mother-Daughter Day: Part One

(tw: language) 2,200+ words

“Okay,” Lucifer sounded a complete mother hen, “one more time before you go. Cellphones.”

“Check!” both Charlie and [Reader] militantly sounded off.

“Back up chargers.”

“Check!”

“Stun guns.”

“Stun guns?” Charlie asked as Lucifer raised a finger and closed his eyes to comment.

“I packed you each a stun gun in your messenger bags,” his tone was a methodical practicality, “Along with lip balm, hand lotion, tissues, bubble gum, wet wipes, protein bar, sunglasses, travel first aid kits, hand sanitizer, a physical map of Pentagram City, extra cash on the inside pocket, emergency whistle, brass knuckles, butterfly knife, pepper spray, shuriken, and tampons.”

“Good lord,” Angel Dust groaned from the couch nearby, “have fun at the Hunger Games, kids.”

[Reader] looked through her bag he’d given now. No wonder it was so heavy. She knew Lucifer would be fussy, but shuriken? Well, at least she had the heads up to be careful dipping her hand down into the weapons store.

“Tampons?” Charlie sounded almost embarrassed, “Dad. Seriously?”

“It’s important to be prepared for anything. Besides, it doubles as a distraction in an emergency,” Lucifer defended as Charlie’s face fell further.

“How?” she was an octave higher, “They’re not party poppers full of confetti!”

“I know that,” Lucifer scoffed while Alastor simply hung his head in his hand. “If you’re abducted, and you’re at a building with a bathroom, you can tell your attackers that you need to use it for ‘womanly things’. And then you show the tampon as proof. And then when you’re out of sight, you either get away or you call me or both.”

“That’s an extremely specific scenario,” Charlie sighed, before realizing if they didn’t leave now, it wasn’t going to happen. Arguing was quite literally getting her nowhere. “Okay, whatever, fine. Thanks for the tampons; I definitely won’t be talking about them in therapy. Well, we’re all octuple checked. So, we’re leaving now. Bye dads!”

“Are you sure?” Lucifer’s nerves clearly couldn’t take this, “Maybe we should go through everything one more time.”

“No, dad! Seriously, just stop!” Charlie snapped, trying to gather her composure. Forcing a warm smile she encouraged, “Mom and I got this. It’s just some girl stuff in the city. We’re going to be fine; I swear.”

“I dunno, honey,” his eyes swam with worry against the current of her confident stare, “I’d really feel better if you took me or Alastor, or, hell, even Angel Dust.” Moving his arms to the side to showcase the man, he continued with, “Look, see? He isn’t doing anything but holding the furniture down.”

“I prefer the term, casual performance art,” Angel Dust chimed, but didn’t look up from his phone.

“No, dad,” Charlie groaned, “I’m not even taking Vaggie. This strictly is a mother-daughter day. We’re just going to Pentagram City; no big deal. I already sent you the itinerary I’ve got all planned out. And it’s going to be fun, and relaxing, and amazing, and you’re not coming along because you’ll completely ruin it!”

“But—” Lucifer whined as Alastor placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“We talked about this ad nauseam last night,” Alastor reminded with a gentle force of a tone, “Charlie needs to feel like she can have her own relationship with her mother, without us constantly helicoptering. She’s your daughter, after all! She can take care of herself just fine.”

“Charlie’s not the one I’m worried about,” Lucifer sighed; remembering full well that his little girl had been on her own for years. His tiger cub even tried to take on Adam. But his wife...

“I’m going to be fine,” [Reader] moved to Lucifer and slid her hands up his chest. He caught them immediately; giving a protective squeeze, before lightly kissing her fingers. In a small laugh, she added, “I’m excited to have a day with Charlie that isn’t wandering about the Hotel. I promise, I’ll stick to her like glue, and check-in with you and Alastor frequently.”

“But…” Lucifer’s voice was a quiet whine. Speaking so quietly, she knew it was just for her ears. “…what if someone leers at you, or touches you, or makes an inappropriate comment, or any comment, for that matter?”

“Again, I have Charlie,” she reassured; her tone as soft as her touch. “Now, kiss me goodbye.” Feeling him immediately pull her tight, with an eager curl of a handsomely devilish smile, she quickly added, “Chastely, love. And then tell me to have fun and that you’ll see me at dinner.”

Sighing in defeat, Lucifer released his hold on her hands, before cupping her face gently. Dipping to that mouth—his favorite claimed kingdom—he kissed her tender and sweet. As though he were vowing himself all over again in his devotions. “Have fun, be safe, and come back to me, okay?”

[Reader] slid her arms around him for an embrace he returned in a deep breathe of her hair. “Thank you, and I will. Always.” When she’d released him, it was with the slightest of pivot before Alastor took her hand. In a gentle pull, and playful twirl his way, Alastor caught her up in his own affections. While she was looking forward to her day with Charlie, she certainly would miss being around her wonderful husbands.

Alastor wrapped his arms upon her, with a loving squeeze, before slipping a hand upon his beloved’s cheek. His scarlet stare searched the fields of hers a moment. While he may not have been as vocal as Lucifer, his worried sentiment was just as present. Dropping his lips to hers, he drank her slow and savored. Then reminded in a command, “Frequent check-ins.”

“Yes, yes,” [Reader] rolled her eyes in a tease, “I promise.” Releasing her other husband, she moved to Charlie and took her hand. “Okay, honey, let’s get out of here before they change their minds.”

“No joke,” Charlie agreed, dashing off together out the front doors.

It still wasn’t lost on [Reader] how strange and amazing it was to be in Hell. A bright, beautiful, cloud hazed red morning, with Heaven’s Portal shining, and the Devil Moon looming high above. Pentagram City lay just down the hill the hotel was perched upon; a vibrant glow of lights and ringing gunshots. It was truly wild to both imagine and behold. Despite how long she’d already been there, [Reader] still felt like she was on a movie set.

Charlie opened the door wide upon the gold and white limousine. Depending on which Imp was driving, it wasn’t uncommon for them not to get out of the driver’s seat. Less bullet catching that way. When she and her stepmother slipped inside, Charlie asked loudly, “Could you take us to Claw Me Baby, on Second and Main in the Vee District, please?”

“Right away, miss,” the driver spoke over his shoulder, and pulled away from the hotel.

“This is gonna be so great!” If Charlie could buzz any more, she’d be her own hive. “I’m so excited to finally have a mother-daughter day! I’ve got everything planned. First, we’re getting mani-pedi’s, then we’re getting our hair done, then we’ll get lunch, then we’ll go to that new art exhibit, then we’ll get ice cream in the park, and finally, we’ll go shopping!”

“Shopping at the end, so smart,” [Reader] praised as Charlie bubbled at the acknowledgement.

“It’s something my mom liked to do when we went out together,” she replied fondly, “We didn’t get to do this much, but when we did, it was everything to me. Did you do stuff like this with your mom?”

[Reader]’s eyes winced slightly, but her smile breezed through the willows of unintentional pain. “No, we never had the chance.”

“Oh,” Charlie’s expression dropped a little as [Reader] bumped her with her shoulder.

“That’s what makes this all the more special,” she encouraged; seeing Charlie’s smile blossom once more. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her bag as she shook her head. “Okay, well, today is definitely you and me, honey. But if I don’t answer them, it’s going to end up being you, me, and our entourage walking twelve steps behind.”

“Sorry,” Charlie gave a pained grin now, “my dads can be… a lot…”

“Oh?” [Reader]’s sarcasm was etched in a stone of kindness, “You don’t say.” Giving Charlie’s hand a squeeze she added, “Don’t worry, princess. Honestly, I’ve never been so cared about in all my life, and I’m definitely not complaining. Sometimes, it feels a little suffocating, but then I remember the times when all I had was empty air. So, bring on the weighted hubby blankets. I don’t need to breathe if it means being alone.”

“Yeah,” she laughed softly, “I kinda feel like that with Vaggie sometimes. We’re always together. And I love it, believe me. I’ve been alone for so much of my life, that when she’s gone, like even now, I… I dunno, I feel so small. Is that weird to say?”

“Not at all,” [Reader] shook her head, “I completely understand. Some days, I walk around just waiting to suddenly wake up. To hear my alarm, and find that crack in my ceiling above my bed in my apartment.”

“You think this place is a dream?” she asked with a joy and pride that [Reader] didn’t want to crush even in the slightest. However, strange nightmare-dream would have been far more accurate.

“You’re the dream,” [Reader] booped a finger on Charlie’s nose, “I’ve never met anyone as caring, accepting, and wonderful as you. Honestly, if your fathers had told me at the very beginning, that being married to them would give me the universe’s most incredible daughter, I would have signed the dotted line twice.”

“Awe,” Charlie blushed, bumping shoulders again, “you’re just saying that.”

“Are you calling your mother a liar?” [Reader] feigned being shocked, “Young lady, don’t you dare think you’re above being grounded.”

“Grounded? For what?” she asked as her stepmother waved a hand at the subject.

“Honestly, parents never have a good reason for grounding. So, I’ll just make one up like they do,” she eased a little back in the plush seating, “Hmm, insubordination. Three weeks in the clink for you.”

This made Charlie laugh, as she relaxed too, looking out into the city while [Reader]’s phone buzzed more. “Are you going to get that?” she asked, as [Reader] looked at her bag like it held an unwanted monster.

Sighing, she relented with, “Yes, I’d better. One minute, honey. Why don’t you play us some of your fave songs. I like listening to music when I work.”

In a giggle, Charlie flipped through her phone. Turning up some music with a thick beat, she began texting back Vaggie, while [Reader] also retrieved her phone.

Group Chat – We Three Queens – Blitzø, Fizzarolli, [Reader]

Blitzø: Never gonna guess what this is

Blitzø: [ Image of a classic red capped mushroom with white spots]

Fizz: I’m scared

Fizz: I’m not guessing

Blitzø: Guess

Fizz: No

Blitzø: Do it

Fizz: I’m at work

Blitzø: Then your guess should be right

Fizz: Now I’m really not guessing

Blitzø: Coward

[Reader]: Mushroom from Super Mario. I’m spending the day with Charlie. I’ll catch up later.

Blitzø: In Pent. City?

[Reader]: Yes

Fizz: Can I come? I’m bored

Blitzø: No

Blitzø: Hanging is for guessers only

Fizz: Fine. It’s a mushroom

Blitzø: Wrong

Blitzø: Butt pounder

Blitzø: Found it on the job

[Reader]: Gross. I have many questions.

[Reader]: Asking them later.

[Reader]: Also, can’t join me today. This is a Charlie and me only date.

Blitzø: [ TYPING…]

Fizz: [ TYPING…]

[Reader]: WE ARE NOT DATING!

[Reader]: It’s a mom daughter outing.

[Reader]: Good god you two. Talk later. Kisses and loves!

Group Chat – See Me In A Crown – Lucifer, Alastor, [Reader]

Lucifer: How’s it going?

Lucifer: Where are you two?

Lucifer: I forgot to pack sunscreen! Come back!

Alastor: [ car emoji]

Lucifer: Why do you always do that?

Lucifer: Just text like a normal person!

Lucifer: I hate that I taught you emojis!

Alastor: [ diamond emoji]

Lucifer: Wtf does that even mean?!!!!!

Lucifer: I miss you [ crying emoji]

Alastor: [ eye roll emoji]

Lucifer: Not you!

Lucifer: I miss our beautiful WIFE!

Lucifer: I’m dying [ skull emoji]

Lucifer: Is your phone dead?

Lucifer: Are you not getting these texts?

Lucifer: Hello?

Alastor: [ Running man emoji] [ dancing lady emoji]

Lucifer: Seriously, wtf!

Lucifer: Why do you insist on playing ducking pictionary over typing!

Lucifer: ducking

Lucifer: fuvking

Lucifer: ducking

Lucifer: F

Lucifer: U

Lucifer: C

Lucifer: K

Lucifer: ITS HELL VOX WHY IS DUCK THE AUTOCORRECT FOR DUCK!!!!

Lucifer: DUCK!

Alastor: [ duck emoji]

Lucifer: FINALLY an emoji I understand

Alastor: [ unicorn emoji]

Lucifer: I hate you

Lucifer: I’m deleting all of your emojis

Alastor: (-_-)

Lucifer: You would type emoticons over writing a text?

Lucifer: Why?

Lucifer: What does this achieve for you?

[Reader]: What am I going to do with you two? [ heart emoji]

[Reader]: I’ve barely left

[Reader]: Alastor is right, still in the car, not turning around

[Reader]: We’re going to be inside all day. No sunscreen

[Reader]: Thank you for thinking of me though

[Reader]: [ kiss emoji] [ heart emoji]

Lucifer: This is killing me

Lucifer: Can I meet up for lunch?

[Reader]: No

Lucifer: But I’m hungry

Lucifer: For you [ devil emoji] [ egg plant emoji]

Alastor: [ tomato emoji]

Lucifer: These mean nothing I know it

Lucifer: We gave a drinking bird toy a phone

[Reader]: No Lucifer

[Reader]: You promised

[Reader]: Charlie and me only

Lucifer: So mean!!! [ crying emoji] [ crying emoji] [ crying emoji]

Alastor: [ gun emoji] [ duck emoji]

Lucifer: BRB

Lucifer: I’m going deer hunting

[satoruphilia]

Stronger Than The Strongest? Gojo x Reader

tags: somewhat canon au, reader is a sorcerer, geto doesnt go insane, reader's curse is pretty much yuta's, tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, no smut, fair date, gojo is head over heels, featuring the smiths

A/N: I have 4 hours to fuck around before I need to get to work, wish me luck

2.2k words ON THE DOT!

Being a student sorceror was something you never expected. Finding friends along the way, and even a boyfriend? Unheard of. But here you were, you had a main friend group with Gojo Satoru, the strongest, Geto Suguru, your best friend, and Shoko Ieri, the only sense of the group. She had some medical technique you didnt understand, resulting in her dreams to become a doctor. Geto's and Gojo's were the most powerful. Your cursed technique was a little more complicated than theirs, you didn't even know if it was a cursed technique or luck. Before the Jujutsu world, you were on the streets with one friend, Rika. Until one day, you found her dead. The grief of the incident transformed her into a Curse. She was basically attached to you, she came out when you requested. When she came out, her strength was comparable to Sukuna, king of curses. But you also had trouble controlling her.

You, Geto and Gojo were sent on a mission, which instantly soured your mood. Gojo was so self absorbed and inlove with himself. How the hell did Suguru put up with him? He was a spoiled sheltered boy, you knew how the world rolled, just didn't know how he hadn't been bitch slaped yet (an; im sorry gojo) atleast you had geto with you aswell.

"Y/N! After this, let's go get candy, im hungry!" You rolled your eyes, continuing your walk to an abandoned middle school. There were reports of a Grade 1 curse killing off the kids. While they fucked around, you were focused on analyzing the situation. Would Rika be necessary or could you let them deal with it? You were tired anyway.

You and Geto made the decision to let Gojo handle the curse after you found it. Given his strength, he could handle it. As Gojo muttered something about showing off due to his audience, you took one of Geto's cigerettes and lit it. Throughout a battle, the curse unexpectedly doubled, and then those two doubled. Four curses were now aimed at him. His strategy faltered, raising an eyebrow between the two of you.

Gojo Satoru was struggling, huh. Not something you planned to see in this lifetime. He grunted, falling onto his back after another blow. Did that idiot seriously turn off infinity to show off? "Rika," you said coolly. A dark curse appeared behind you, before going after the duplicates.

Geto laughed and threw his arm over Gojo's shoulder, "You're a dumbass." All he did was roll his eyes.

"I had it under control, y/n just wanted to impress me, right?" This had Geto roaring in laughter. You were walking beside the two, drinking a bottle of water, even more tired than when you came.

"Can't believe you already lost your title," He teased, "The strongest isnt the strongest anymore" Gojo rolled his eyes and laughed it off, but observing him closely, something was different. Fear? Hurt? Did he just get humbled? It was fascinating. They ran off to some candy shop, and that was the end of it.

Maybe.

While you forgot about it, Gojo drove himself crazy. He knew what Geto said was a joke, 80% of what he said was a joke. Now he was obsessing over it. Not even the fact that he struggled, but how nonchalant you were about saving his ass. You still had a cigerette in hand the whole time. The way you effortlessly wielded your cursed techniques, the grace in your movements, and the fire in your eyes ignited something within Gojo. As the minutes ticked by, Gojo found himself unable to focus on anything else. His mind drifted to you. You became more than just a lady to him. He started to stare at you in class, always trying to study with you without Geto, taking note of your beauty. That was another thing that drove him crazy. He knew you were conventually attractive, but now you were so much more.

"That was hilarious," he greeted, a playful glint in his eyes. "You correcting Yaga-sensei. The class was wild!"

You chuckled. "He was making himself look stupid, so yeah."

He chuckled in return, rubbing the back of his head. "You still need help with Math? Im an expert." Where did he learn that from? Geto, who he wouldn't shut up to. Of course, he never shut up, but he was always asking Geto about you. You and Geto were closer friends, considering he was a respectable person unlike Gojo. You two occasionally skated and smoked together, and Gojo was not jealous at all. Even after Geto told him you were like his little sister.

As the conversation continued, Gojo found himself hanging onto your every word, genuinely intrigued by your words. He laughed at your jokes, listened intently to your stories, and even found reasons to touch on shared interests. It wasn't long before he realized that his feelings were evolving beyond a mere admiration for you.

In the following days, Gojo's interactions with you became more intentional. He'd join you for lunch, initiate conversations about non-jujutsu related topics, and even offer his assistance in training. When he found out how much you loved music, he made a playlist for when you two hung out. All your favorites were in there, and he sprinkled in a few love songs by your favorite singers. His once carefree demeanor seemed to soften in your presence, and there were moments when his gaze lingered just a bit longer, his eyes betraying a depth of feeling.

Eyes dont lie, something you've learned throughout your youth. So you hyperfixated on it when talking to people. Thats how you saw through people's bullshit, especially guys who just wanted you for your body. Initially, you assumed Gojo was trying to get in your pants. but now its been 3 months since that mission. 3 months since he's changed his attitude around you. And around a month since you started falling for him aswell.

It wasn't until a quiet evening in the school library that you realized your feelings. He found you reading with your headphones in, smiling as he took a seat next to you. "I love the smiths," You flinched, looking up at him and pulling one headphone to the side.

"Sorry?"

"I said I love the smiths," It took a second, then you smiled, realizing it could be heard from outside. You paused your song, taking them off. "You know, listening to music that loud can make you go deaf."

"Then together we'd make the Helen Keller duo, huh?" He snorted. You laughed aswell. The joke wouldn't be funny anywhere else, but with him, everything seemed to be downright hilarious.

"I'm not blind, my vision is so good I can wear a blindfold and still see perfectly," The conversation dissolved into nonsense. Music, studying, whats new, cats, even the upcoming summer break. Eventually he brought up your curse, interrogating it's ability. "So why does she do everything you say?"

"We have a deal. If I give her energy, she will do as I say. It's like Aki Hayakawa's ability, if you've ever seen-"

"Chainsaw Man!!" He exclaimed, making you smile wider. "I literally love that anime, I binged it at a sleepover with Suguru," Once again, the conversation dissolved into useless stuff. Eventually, it was brought back to Suguru. "Are you secretly crushing on my Sugu?" You snorted.

"He's like my brother."

"Ohh, so you're crushing on me!" You felt a heat on your cheeks, but rolled your eyes.

"That'd be pointless, you have other girls waiting on you." His smile nearly faltered.

"You can't blame them, Im the hottest on campus."

"You know, I don't think I see Sugu as a brother anymore," You said with a smirk. He groaned before gagging.

"Im hotter than him, thats why I have a roster," This time, you gagged.

"thats so cringe. How do you explain him dating Kaelyn then?" He rolled his eyes, changing the subject again. It must be like 1 in the morning now, and he offered to walk you to your dorm. Your comment on him having other girls stuck with him. You were smart, had the highest grades in most of your classes and you were an expert on analyzing. Why couldn't you see his feelings for you? And why was he feeling like a middle school boy, why was it so hard to talk to you? Were you seriously stronger than him?

Gojo, normally the master of composed nonchalance, found himself stumbling over his words. "Y/n," You looked at him. He knew he was obvious, considering Suguru and Shoko always asked him if he had asked you out already. Suguru even told him it was obvious to everyone except for him and you, then calling you two idiots. "You should come to the fair with me tomorrow, I'll pick you up." You smiled brightly, reached the door to your dorm.

"Alright, text me the time. Bye Gojo."

"huh, you still wont call me Satoru," He whined.

"Bye, Satoru"

Shit.

If he wasnt head over heels already he was now.

Four knocks hit your door the next evening. You opened the door for him after fixing your hair for the 32nd time. He looked you up and down, a pink tint growing on his cheeks. "Your outfit is beautiful." Even in its simplicity, beauty can be found. You donned a red tube top, black jacket and bootcut jeans. He wore black jeans and a white tee.

At the fair, you two had tons of fun running around. Geto also came, he brought Kaelyn, who kept calling this a double date. They eventually ran off, leaving you and Gojo alone. You challenged him to one of the games, both wanting the cute cat plushie. He of course won, but decided to give you the plushie. You kept it sticking out of your purse slightly, as if it were Elle Woods and her chihuahua. Your cheeks were sore from smiling and talking so much. It grew dark, meaning it was a busy time for the fair. You didn't think much of it, hell, you weren't even analyzing the crowd so see if anyone had bad intentions. You were so focused on Gojo.

Speaking of being focused on Gojo, he gradually become more and more irritated. You stopped him, having to yell over top the people, asking whats wrong. He tried to play it off, then you realized his head was probably so overwhelmed with how many people were there. You took his hand and walked around, finding a spot behind a hot dog machine. He sat down, groaning and rubbing his temples. "Too many people..." You sat next to him, closer than friends should be. You held his hand, waiting for his migraine to calm down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this," Your eyebrow raised, surprised to hear him apologize sincerly.

"Dont, you didn't ruin anything." After a minute, he looked at you, the proximity sending red to his cheeks.

"Suguru was right," You eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Youre stronger than me," His gazed set on your eyes, then your lips. "Can I kiss you?" You only smiled, leaning closer.

"Yeah," You weren't sure who closed the distance, neither of you were, but your lips were pressed against his. You pulled away, before leaning back in. You'd been waiting for god knows how long. When you pulled away this time, his hand rested on yours again. "I'm not stronger than you, Satoru."

"Theres a million definitions to strength. I can't describe it, but you are stronger than me. As a person." You understood what he meant. You talked about nothing and yet everything, still sitting behind the truck, the noise of people dying down.

"Its about 9:00pm, people are starting to leave. Do you want to ride the ferris wheel?" He smiled, taking your hand and standing up, helping you up after.

"Of course," when you two left, Geto and Kaelyn saw you holding hands and squealed like little kids. They started on who bet what, making Satoru laugh. You were right earlier, there were a lot less people. 'Nobody Gets Me' was playing faintly in the background.

How am I supposed to tell you?

I dont wanna see you with anyone but me

On the ferris wheel, he had one arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other hand holding yours.

Nobody gets me like you

How am I supposed to let you go

You looked into the stars, mesmerized by their beauty. Satoru stared at you, just like you stared into the stars. He could get lost in you. Satoru wasn't a man who had plans for the future. He knew he would have to be a sorceror, and he'd die being one. He was okay with that on the terms that he wouldn't be bored, and he'd have a really fucking cool death. Now that had changed, all he wanted to do was grow old with you. He was okay dying of sickness or age, as long as you were by his side.

Only like myself when Im with you

Nobody gets me, you do

part 2???

[mistydeyes]

can you do a 141 boys (maybe + könig if u write for him :3) where they're all watching a horror movie together and expect reader to be scared of it, but instead reader is enjoying it and even laughing at some parts? like reader isnt phased by the horror at all, meanwhile soap is shitting his pants😭 <3

anon I LOVED THIS REQUEST! im a horror movie junkie myself and ill laugh while everyone is screaming :) this was close to home so I hope you enjoy!

horror movie protagonist

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summary: Task Force 141 had an odd tradition of showing horror movies to their newest members and scaring the absolute living shit out of them. However, they're surprised when you start to commentate on the movie as if it was some nature documentary. They're even more surprised when you starting laughing hysterically.

pairing: Task Force 141, König x gn!platonic!Reader (codename: Monsoon)

warnings: SWEARING, fictional movie violence (but GORY IMAGERY SO BE WARNED and also spoilers for Martyrs

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Despite being trained soldiers and experiencing all types of horror on the battlefield, the 141 still acted like American frat boys. Once the guns were all locked away and they changed out of their fatigues, they were the absolute worst. One of their hazing rituals was to make their newest member watch a gruesome or terrifying horror movie. The ritual started when Gaz joined, they made him sit through Hostel and he still fears traveling. Next was Soap and he shared Gaz's sentiments after watching Infinity Pool and experiencing the absolute terror that is Mia Goth. They even roped König into their routine and watched as he held his hands over his eyes and sat through Megan is Missing. Poor boy couldn't even hide behind his mask as he watched the horrifying images of Megan appear on the screen.

After a good training session with the team, they invited you to watch a movie in the common room. It was your first week as an official addition to the 141 and you were happy to participate in some comradery. You headed off to the showers before the film and couldn't see the devious faces of Gaz and Soap. They had a plan for you that night and were excited to continue the tradition. "You don't think it'll be too scary?" Gaz said to Soap as they walked to the showers. "We picked a solid one," he replied but shuttered when he remembered his experience, "still can never look at me in the mirror."

After your shower, you dried your damp hair as you entered the common room. Your team had used their strength from training to move together two couches and a few chairs in front of the television. "Ready for movie night, Monsoon?" Kyle asked as he appeared with some popcorn. You grabbed a handful before you nodded. You took a seat next to Soap and Gaz joined on your other side. Price was lounging on one of the chairs and Ghost sat with König to his left. "We picked a good one, just for you," Soap said with a suspicious smirk but you shrugged as he unpaused the film. "What is it?" you questioned as you looked around to see everyone had a similar expression. "Nothing like you haven't seen before" Price replied and you nodded as you turned to the screen.

The movie opened with a family enjoying dinner and you rolled your eyes at the thought of another heartwarming piece. Before you could speak up, a woman entered and brutally murdered the family one by one with a shotgun. "Fuckin' hell," Ghost muttered as the blood stained the screen and you couldn't help but feel a little skeptical. "The blood is too red, they could've done a better job," you muttered and Soap looked at you as if you were insane. You threw your hands up defensively in response. "I'm just saying," you muttered and the film continued.

The next scene you had commentary on was when Anna was exploring underneath the house and discovered a secret chamber. There, she discovered a woman with a steel blindfold attached to her face. "Holy shit," Gaz whispered as they zoomed in to the metal mixing with his scarlet blood. König was silent but it was clear he was fearing the worst as he tried to look away. "How is she even still alive?" Price uttered and you chimed in. "Exactly! It's an actual death sentence and just unrealistic that they can screw that in and not have her die from blood loss," you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. Yet again, everyone looked at you incredulously. "You can't expect me to watch a movie and not point out the flaws."

You remained relatively silent and kept your opinions to yourself until Anna became the latest subject and experienced brutal beatings and verbal degradations. With every shot, everyone turned away but you just rolled your eyes. You even looked bored at some points, much to the confusion of everyone in the room. Even Ghost was a bit disturbed by the brutality of the movie and put down his plate of leftovers. "I don't get what's so scary," you mumbled and Gaz lightly hit your leg to silence your sarcastic commentary.

Eventually, Anna reached the "final stage." The screen was filled with horrifying imagery and in the middle of it König took a break to walk away and hit the head. You continued watching the spectacle and tried to keep your thoughts to yourself. However, as Ghost and Price looked disgusted as the doctor peeled off her skin in a few fleshy sheets, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You laughed as the attention was on you again. "What now, Sergeant?" Price asked, bewildered. "It's just so anatomically impossible for her to survive, I mean look at her she's practically being skinned alive," you exclaimed and pointed at the screen. König had the unfortunate timing of returning when the camera zoomed in on Anna and you could hear him turn around and walk away. You chuckled as Gaz's covered his eyes to block the sight of Anna sitting in a comatose state with nothing left except for her muscles and veins.

Soap had enough and grabbed the remote to pause the film. "Okay, what the fuck, Monsoon," he interrogated and you could feel the spotlight fall on you. "What do you mean, Soap? I'm just saying the obvious," you replied back and childishly crossed your arms. "No," Gaz continued, "why are you so unfazed?" You laughed suddenly and your sides began to hurt before you recovered. "Stuff like this doesn't scare me at all," you said as you wiped some tears from your eyes. "So you're telling me you watch this for fun?" Price joined in and you nodded in response.

"Oh yeah, I love horror movies!" you explained as they looked at you wide-eyed. Ghost laughed loudly at the reveal. "I've watched all kinds of messed up shit," you continued, "From The Human Centipede to Hostel, I've seen it all." Gaz looked at Soap and you could see the glint of disappointment in their eyes. "Were-were you trying to make me scared?" you questioned and the two nodded. "It's a tradition we have in the 141, watch a gruesome movie and get the shit scared out of you," he replied quietly and you couldn't help but feel a little bad. "We can still continue?" you offered but Ghost shook his head as he got up. "If I don't have to sit through this, I won't," he said and waved off before heading to his quarters. Price followed suit and Gaz began to clean up, leaving only you and Soap on the couch.

"You are fucking crazy," Soap swore and you shot a look at him. "You telling me that was scary to you, Sergeant?" you said skeptically and Gaz laughed in response. As he shook his head in refusal, you knew how you would get back at him. A week later Soap's screams filled the base as you had snuck a picture of the martyred Anna into one of his nudie magazines. "Serves you right, Mactavish," you smiled to yourself before you settled back onto the couch and played the first movie of your Insidious marathon.

[y4z1]

𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 | part 1

Pairing: Childhood friend Felix x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, childhood friends to lovers

Synopsis: it's a boring Saturday and you're watching stranger things, when you see your phone light up to a text message. It's Felix asking to come over and make brownies. Things escalate quickly when you decide to do a small favor for him.

Warnings: swearing, possessive felix?, 18+ content, minors dni, making out, hickeys, dirty talk kinda, manhandling?, That's pretty much it enjoy!

WC: 0.8k

PART 2 →

The sound of Dustin's voice resonated in your ears as you were rewatching the stranger things. You had several plans today but none of which you could complete due to your lazing around. But it was a boring Saturday, you were tired from work, and all motivation had left your body. You lived alone, so who was to complain?

The sight of your phone lightning up on the corner of your eye snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Felix.

You instantly picked up your phone with excitement and started tapping away at the letters on your phone.

Yongbokie🧸🌹: Heyyy

Yongbokie🧸🌹: wyd????👀

You: HIII

You: watching stranger things wbuuuu

Yongbokie🧸🌹: again?

Yongbokie🧸🌹: I was just gonna ask if u wanna make brownies with me ^v^

You: yeah sure id love to :)

You and Felix were best friends since childhood. There isnt a single memory you can recall that Felix wasn't in, he was the only person who truly understood you. He was like your other piece of the puzzle.

Getting yourself up and off the couch you excitedly rushed to the bathroom to get ready and pick out a simple outfit from your closet. You quickly threw on a skirt and an oversized hoodie. You did some light makeup, grabbed a cute bag and left.

After what felt like forever, you finally arrived. You didn't know why but you felt a little nervous. Maybe it was just because you hadn't seen Felix in a while. You pushed all feelings aside and knocked on the door.

You were instantly met with a pair of brown chocolate eyes, you would stare at them for eternity if you could.

"hi"

"hey", his deep Australian accent never failed to fluster you. He pulled you into a hug, it was like a tradition for you and Felix now, you'd hug everytime you met. But this time it felt different.

A while after catching up and gathering all the ingredients, you both decided to finally begin baking, but how could you when he's standing right in front of you. His gaze was strong, like he could seduce you with just his eyes. His lips? Cherry red, so plush and soft. Oh the urge to pull him close and kiss him—what were you thinking. You were just friends. Nothing more. Even though it hurt to admit it, you knew it was wrong to have such thoughts about your childhood friend.

You pushed any intrusive thoughts away and, finally, you started the process. You broke the chocolate into pieces. You added the chocolate and some butter into the pan and started stirring until it melted. You were about to add the sugar, eggs, vanilla and flour but Felix insisted on doing it for you. After putting the brownies in the oven. You leaned against the counter. The whole time you could sense felix's quick glances at you from the side of your eye but you didn't think much of it.

You looked at Felix as he was already staring at you. You noticed the brownie batter on the side of his mouth.

"did you eat the batter?"

He chuckled, "yeah I did"

Walking over to the tissue roll, you ripped off a corner of the tissue. His eyes burning holes in your back. You walked over to him and glided the tissue across the corner of his plush lips.

He harshly pulled both your arms and wrapped them around his neck. His right arm, snaking around your waist. "You could've used your tongue instead". You were left speechless and a blushing hot mess. You were sure by now you'd looked like a tomato. "Hm?" he purred. Both of his hands now around your waist as he slowly pushed you into the edge of the island. You let go of your arms around his neck, and he instantly caged you in, both hands on your side, pushing you into the cold marble. Your hand went up to his chest, not finding it in you to push him away— maybe a part of you wanted this. He was leaning closer and closer. He cupped your cheeks and you could feel his soft lips crash into yours. Butterflies filling your stomach-more like a zoo. You couldn't take in what was happening but you wanted more. You pulled him closer, your bodies drawing eachother in like magnets. The room was filled in light groans and sounds of pleasure. What was once a kiss, was know a make out session. Hands roaming around eachothers body.

Without breaking the kiss, he used his strong arms, lifted you up by the waist and sat you on the kitchen island. He slowly trailed kisses down to your neck. He sucked onto your soft skin, which let a quiet moan out of you.

His left hand traveled down to your heat, rubbing your clit in circles. "Fuck, your so wet" he growled in your ear.

Just when you heard the bedroom door rattle.

This was short, and I know this might not be the best but i am still new to this app so I'm still learning. this got deleted 3 times and I'm so disappointed

[diqnbaus]

Let You Break My Heart Again (Part 2)

Paring: Miles Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Your attempts to avoid Miles have worked. Until it’s time for his dad’s promotion party. That’s it lowkey. The next part will have more I promise. This is also at the beginning of ATSV so you’ve been warned.

Category: Not sad but not happy??

A/n: im soryr im so tired and I wasn’t even planning on writing another part but I felt badly. Also ik think chapter isnt as good as the first but I’ve rewritten in three thousand times and have two drafts. This is the one I like more.

No matter how upset you were, no matter hard you tried to ignore Miles; there was no getting out of this. You had to go to Miles’ dad’s promotion party. Worst case scenario, you saw Miles and he tried to talk to you again. Best case scenario, you don’t see him and get free pizza from the party.

Either way, you were going. After all, you were mad at Miles. Not his dad.

So that was how you found yourself here, on the roof that was filled with people you didn’t know, trying to fit as much free food onto your plate while simultaneously trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who might start a conversation.

Unfortunately, you were unsuccessful in your attempts. Mrs. Morales soon approached you, just as you were stuffing your face with one of the cookies from your plate.

“I know the cookies are good, but please don’t choke,” Mrs. Morales says, smiling softly.

“Mhsis Mowawwes,” you swallow the cookie before trying again. “Mrs. Morales! This party is wonderful, and so are the cookies, obviously.”

“Thank you, I bought them myself,” she chuckles. “Have you seen Miles anywhere? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. He has the cake.”

“The cake? That’s the most important part of a party. No I haven’t seen him, sorry.”

She sighs, “that’s okay. That boy is always late to everything. I need to start telling him to get there twenty minutes before they actually start, then maybe he’d be on time.”

“Maybe you’ll only have to tell him to get there,” you check your watch, “thirteen minutes before it starts. He’s walking in right now.”

“Ugh, y/n you’re a lifesaver! I’m going to talk some sense into that boy,” she says while heading in his direction.

“Yep,” you mumble to yourself before eating another cookie and finding a quieter corner that you could sit in.

Your peacefulness didn’t last long, as after the fight Miles had with his parents, they went to find you.

“Y/n! Just the person we needed!” Mr. Davis said as they approached you.

“We were wondering if you would go talk to Miles. I’m sure you heard what happened earlier,” Mrs. Morales said.

“It was kind of hard not to,” Mr. Davis mumbled.

Ignoring her husband, she continued, “We really think something is bothering him, and he won’t talk to us. So maybe he would talk to you?”

“Oh I don’t really know, he didn’t really seem in the mood to talk to anyone,” you reply awkwardly, trying to get out of the conversation. The aforementioned worst case scenario was upon you.

“Please? It would double as my promotion present; as you didn’t get me one,” Mr. David said, confrontationally.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to get you one,” you replied, panicked.

“I’ll only forgive you if you go talk to Miles,” he says sweetly before his wife turns him around and harshly whispers to him. Something about “manipulating” and “poor girl,” while you just sat there confused.

Finally when they turned back toward you, you told them you would do it.

“Thank you so much y/n,” Mrs. Morales says while ushering you towards the exit of the roof.

“Yes, thank you. The door should be unlocked. But if it isn’t, there’s a spare key under the mat,” Mr. Davis says as you reach the exit.

“That’s not very safe,” you reply, a little unnerved. You have to talk to Miles about that later. Maybe. If you felt like it.

“Oh please! I’m not the police chief yet, I can still be a little crazy now and then. Plus I change up the spot every other year, so we should be fine,” he says, ushering you out the door.

“Thanks again!” They say in unison, just before the door closes. You sigh before making your way down the many stairs, to the apartment.

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. But just to make sure he wasn’t joking, you checked under the mat and found the key. Huffing, you stand back up and make your way into the apartment towards Miles’ room.

“Miles! We need to talk about a few things. Starting with your dad’s key placement…” you trail off after opening the door to Miles’ room to see him and Gwen looking at his shelf full of his ‘action figures.’ This was the worser case scenario. Worster? Worsest? It doesn’t matter. This was bad.

[all444miles]

hi this is my first time requesting! can you do e42 miles and his girlfriend on her quinceañera please and ty <3

— PRINCESA

pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!afro-hispanic!reader genre: fluff summary: it's your quince, your big day, and your boyfriend is right there with you, dancing with you (and shi, he can dance) reveling in your beauty ‹3 a/n: this is your first time requesting? this is my first request, so, im honored!! this was acc like, really fun to write 😭 the fact this isnt even long but i still took so long is SILLYY, im rlly rlly sorry for that.. + if these translations r wrong PLEAAASEEE CORRECT ME bc ion wanna mess up on this at all

a/n 2: anything underlined with probably have a link to give you a ref to wtv the context is, (e.g, your makeup), the nails, dress, n bouqet are in the three pics above!! also, the large spaces between paragraphs is js basically a lil skip to the next part (like the entrance to the last doll !) please do listen to the song shown in the fic when the waltz happens to feel how the reader did, n i tried my best to describe what was happening but this quince vals kinda shows it best, js imagine more men around em n the start of this for the surprise dance, i think its called wepa? (MILES HAS A COWBOY HAT ON AGGGHHGHH) 😭 enjoy!

It was your day. the day you turned 15, the day you transitioned from girlhood to womanhood, and God, you were estatic. It was all planned perfectly.

You were outside the hall, and it was time for your entrance. Your mother and Rio were adding the finishing touches to your hair, while your lover carefully put on your necklace for you, as you didn’t want to mess up your nails. He paid for them, after all.

“Mi amor, you look like proper royalty right now, y’know that?” he says to you, making your heart feel warm as he speaks. You smile at him, “Thank you, Miles. Ma, are you sure everything is gonna go okay?” you look at your mother with slight concern, fidgeting with your fingers. “¡Cálma, cielo! Te ves goregous, y me he asegurado de que todo salga perfecto, ¿de acuerdo?” (take it easy, angel! You look gorgeous, and i’ve made sure everything goes perfectly fine, alright?). You nodded your head, as Rio motioned you to take two deep breaths, Miles chuckling in amusement.

Your father stepped in and announced, “Es hora princesa, ¿estás lista?” (it’s time princess, are you ready?). You smiled, your nervousness fading and your excitement overtaking as you quickly fixed your dress. “Mhm!” And with that, you walked into the court as Lo que paso, paso by Daddy Yankee played, your left hand in your mothers and your right in your fathers, as four of your cousins, as your chambelanes, (including Miles, the chambelan de honor), danced behind you as the three of you danced into the court, the MC announcing your arrival.

You sat down on your “throne” as your little sister came up to you, twirling before stopping to face you and handed you your last doll, a smile on her face. “Gracias, hermanita” (Thank you, baby sister) you whispered to her as you kissed her forehead and she hugged you, giggling before walking off back to your mother.

After your crowning, changing of shoes and your father daughter dance, it was time to do your waltz. The setting faded as a light shon on you and Miles, a smirk on his face, Golden Hour by JVKE playing in as your chambelanes moved around you two.

She’s got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night..

Your boyfriend had your hand in his, close to eachother, a loving smile imprinted on the both of your faces. “Ya sabes, cariño, puedes bailar bastante bien.” (You know, baby, you can dance pretty well.)” He chuckled and slightly put his head down and shook his head, “Por supuesto que puedo, ma, lo aprendí de y para mejor.” (Course I can, ma, I learnt from and for the best.)

As the incoming line came in, Miles spun you three times, then your primos (cousins) and your boyfriend circled around you before lifting you up and spinning you, your dress flowing.

It’s your golden hour..

A grin from ear to ear, you watched everybody around you looking up at you astonishment as you spun, hearing cheers from your aunties and your mother (Rio included). They put you down, as the song continued, your chambelanes on one knee around you, you in the middle taking a curtsy, before continuing your dance.

The song faded, it had ended, but it was time for your surprise dance. The loud blasts of el mariachi and fizzing of the indoor pyrotechnics could be heard from every angle of the room; the boys on stage as you stood back till it your signal to come in.

Your primos and Miles’ stomps echoed through the court—holding onto their hats as their body’s moved, to the flow of the music. Miles was actually better than you expected at this, and he looked quite fine with that hat on too, you thought. You heard whistles coming from your tios, and a small shout of encouragement from Rio to her son, which make you chuckle. She patted your back and motioned you to step in.

You walked into the middle as the boys stepped back, sprinkling roses onto you as you spread out your arms. As you stepped in and stepped out, Miles on one knee as you circled around him, your cousins stomping once again to the beat of the sound. He stood up as you held your dress to dance along with them, them picking you up one last time, earning trills and cheers from the people sitting down.

The very last song came in, and it was just you and Miles, dancing cumbia together, your cousins stepped back hyping you two up. You kicked forward as he kicked back, you two dancing in pure sync, the whole court cheering your names while you two tried to hide your laughs. It was one of the best nights of your life, a smile on everybody’s face the entire time.

At the end of your quince, you and Miles were talking in a corner. You looked up at him, pupils dilated “Te ves muy guapo con ese sombrero puesto.” (You look pretty handsome with that hat on.)

He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Oh, word? Aight, i’ll keep it on then.” You pressed your forehead with his, “Gracias por hacer que esta noche sea tan divertida para mí, cariño.” (Thank you for making this night so fun for me, baby). He kissed your forehead, “No hay nada que agradecerme, mi reina, fue muy divertido ser promocionado por tus primos.” (There is nothing to thank me, my queen, it was a lotta fun to be cheered on by your cousins.)

He planted a kiss to your lips, “I love you, mami.”

“You know I love you too.”

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

[chiiyuuvv]

Hiya, can I request Riize and how they act when they like y/n? Ty 🩶

• PAIRING — student!riize x gn reader

• GENRE — crushes, shyness, fluff, and more fluff ♡

• WORD COUNT — 634

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — the way i giggled when i read this. I was already planning a sohee and anton fic where they like the reader (anton inspired by my hc i wrote for xikers, hunters part (when xikers like you)) but after writing this hc, i could literally write any one of the members.. so please request if you want to see a fic based off of this!!

• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings

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SHOTARO ☆

If shotaro wasnt smiley then, he sure is now

Love at first sight, his heart beating a million beats per hour, this stupid grin on his face

And since hes extroverted, his is sure to let you know that hes here, wanting to gain your attention

Secretly loves it when someone mistakes you two as a couple because how flirty and touchy he is, but denies it in case it makes you uncomfortable

Hes just so smiley and giggly at whatever you say or do, he tried to hide it at first but theres really no use; hes sure that his like for you is obvious ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

Hes so gentlemen

Opening doors for you, giving you a new pen when you run out of ink, helping you with your homework

And has this cheeky smile whenever you thank or compliment him

Would shoo away the members when hes around you, because he knows they will start teasing him

Tucks some hair behind your ear subconsciously, his breath hitching when he realizes how close you are to him, his eyes going down to your lips ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Honestly think hes into the quiet type. Reserved and out of the way, he would find it so intriguing and cute

Wants to get your attention so back, literally changing himself so he could match your interest

And just feels so insecure because what if you think hes doing too much? What if hes too loud?

But all of his thoughts were shut down when he catches you stare at him

"Meet me at the rooftop." You would place the note on his desk as you walk by, your ears red ♡

WONBIN ☆

Despite his cool and handsome persona, he is such a scaredy cat

Has the hugest crush on you but hes too scared to say anything so his members had to push him to you

"G-go get icecream with m-me?" "GREAT, BYE!!" he didnt even give you the chance to speak as he runs away, his members having to fill in for him. Giving you the time, place.. etc.

Arrives 30 minutes early because hes so nervous and fidgety so he tries to calm himself down and practices what he would say to you

But the preparation were pointless when you walk in the little shop, his face getting so red as he thinks you look so pretty. Even if what you're wearing isnt much ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

Feel like hes not one to hide his feelings

Just "oh, shes pretty cute. I'll ask her on a date."

And he does that with so much confidence, not an ounce of fear in any of his words

And everything was going to according to plan, he'd arrive a few minutes early to make sure everythings okay

But as soon as you sit down, hes a blushing, stuttering mess. His face completely red as he avoids your eye contact. Damn it. - seunghan ♡

SOHEE ☆

The type to daydream about your future together with this goofy smile on his face

Purposely sitting a seat or two behind you, just so he could stare at you

But quickly bats an eye when you make eye contact with him, as hes suddenly invested in his work (he hasnt even written his name yet)

Always holds his breath whenever your near, his palm sweaty

And stutters like crazy when your assigned to work on a project together ♡

ANTON ☆

Shy, shy, shy, shy, shy

Barely says a word whenever your near, also the type to stare at you during class and daydream about each others future

You were a friend of one of his friends, so he was kinda forced to talk to you

And cringes at himself when he says something stupid, but you always find it so cute

Randomly blurts out how pretty you are ♡

[sanjifucker42069]

Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Part Two

Word Count: 1.4k

Part 1

A belated and awkward part 2. I’ll start writing part 3 in the morning (it’s like 1am lmao)

For those who need a visual aid, here. (oof feels like wattpad or quotev but girlypops i am cringe but i am free. it isnt a perfect representation, but its pretty accurate. titilating, no? ;) )

Warnings: Lingerie lmao…this is pretty short, and is just a set-up for part 3. A lot of this is my own feelings surrounding cis men in lingerie. As with part 1 gender neutral reader. Yeah! Hope you enjoy!

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Sanji couldn't stop thinking about it. You thought he'd look hot in lingerie? You thought he looked slutty?

It had overtaken every waking moment. Any time he wasn't focused on a task all he could see was the dumb stare you gave him, eyes focused on his thighs.

He'd love to wear lingerie for you if it meant you'd stare at him like that.

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The Going Merry was docked, the Straw Hats carrying out their duties, and Sanji had a plan.

"I'm gonna go shopping. You coming (Name)? Sanji can carry our bags." Nami preened, looking absolutely glowing at the prospect of new clothes. Sanji bit his lip. He wanted to go with Nami and you, really he did, but if either of you caught on he'd die of embarrassment.

"You okay, Ji?"

Huh?

You were asking something.

"What? Oh, yeah, love. I'm fine. I'm afraid I have business to attend to on the island."

You blinked at him before smiling that dazzling smile up at him. He was smitten, his fortitude nearly wavering. "Of course. You do what you gotta do!"

Business his ass. Instead he hurried to check out the town.

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A small, seedy shop tucked away in an alley. Sanji entered the store warily. A small, old woman trotted out from the back. Sanji blanched. He didn't want to discuss this with a grandma! 

"Hello young man, here for something for your wife?"

Sanji felt himself flush. He tried to wander around the store. "No, no-"

"Your girlfriend then?" 

Ah. This grandmother didn't know when to quit.

"Not exactly?"

The old lady grabbed his arm. Sanji raised a brow, turning back to her. She was grinning at him, eyes narrowed and sparkling with something he couldn't place.

"Is it for you? Such a handsome young man as yourself." 

What? Sanji's face was on fire. He was flustered beyond belief. His hands were lightly shaking, eyes darting around for anyone else in the store.

"Come with me darling. My name's Bea." The old lady chimed, dragging Sanji with her. "What colour were you thinking?"

"Oh, um." Sanji was panicking, voice high. Did she even have lingerie for men? "Blue?" 

Bea hummed. "I do have blue, but I have a lovely pink set that would just make your skin pop."

Pink? Sanji didn't think it was possible to flush darker, and yet here he was. "I, uh, would it even fit me?"

"Of course sonny! You're quite slim." Bea swatted at his arm, patting his biceps for good measure as she led him through the store. "So, tell me about the lucky one."

"They're beautiful." Sanji began dreamily. Where should he even start? "The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid my eyes on. They have this laugh that just brightens up any room, and such a sense of humour. I’ve been smitten with them since I met them.”

“You two aren’t together?”

Sanji shook his head sadly. “No, no. We’re just good friends. They, uh… Do you know what shirt stays are?”

Bea laughed, patting the cook on the arm. “Say no more.”

She let go of him when they reached the back of the store. Sanji watched nervously as she carded through a rack of, well, did it really constitute clothing? Skimpy piece after skimpy piece were revealed.

And then he saw it.

It was a gorgeous baby pink. Bea ahhed as she removed it from the rack, holding it up to inspect it. She turned to face him, sizing him up next to the set. Sanji felt his throat go dry as he really took it in.

The set was a simple baby pink bralette, made from some kind of sheer lacy material with a flower motif. The plunging neckline was created to draw attention to the cleavage, and it was adorned with some delicate string of pearl-like decoration to highlight the collarbones. The panties were the same sheer material, clear that they weren’t to hide much. The sides of it were accentuated with cute ruffles that further added a feminine touch. Sanji felt lightheaded. 

Finally, it was a beautiful pastel garter belt that sat in the middle, completing the look. It too was made from the same stretchy, sheer lace. It would wrap around the waist, strategic cutouts to accentuate the waist, hips, and the bellybutton. The central cutout had a simple chain of pearls to add interest and movement. Four satin-looking ribbons led from bottom front and back, with clips attached to hold up stockings.

Oh, maybe his shirt stays were kinda…

Nonetheless, it was breathtaking. Sanji had clearly marvelled at it for too long, as Bea chuckled, causing him to flush red. The old woman, lingerie in hand, led him to a mirror. 

“I’m…I can’t.”

Bea just chuckled, holding the hanger up against him. “Look in the mirror boy, I’ve been making lingerie for fifty years. This suits you.”

Sanji obeyed her, staring at himself in the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. He looked a mess, face red and hair messy. He had to hand it to the old woman, the colour was flattering against him. Even the cut looked good. Sanji shifted from foot to foot, anxiety creeping in. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about looking so…so feminine. 

Sanji was a man. It wouldn’t be right for him to wear something so delicate and gorgeous. Right? Of course women’s clothing was beautiful, the fabrics they used, the stylish designs he’d seen the girls on the ship sport. Men’s clothing just, well it was meant to be masculine and boring. Right? He couldn’t let himself give in to that want to feel pretty, that would be wrong.

Right?

Bea, clearly noticing his inner struggle, scoffed.

“Sonny.”

“Sanji.” “Right. Sonny, I’ve been doing this for a long time.” “You, uh, you already said that.”

“I know that!” Bea snapped, swatting at him. Sanji’s gaze drifted back to the pink lace. “I’ve been doing this for a long time. When I started, well, I made boring beige bras and the same lacy black underwear again, and again, and again. I got bored. I got creative! And when I got creative, I became determined to make people feel pretty. People, Sonny, not women.”

Sanji went rigid, his throat was so dry. Was he that obvious? All he could make out was a simple, “Oh?”

Bea grinned. “Everyone deserves the right to feel pretty.” Sanji opened his mouth to speak but the old woman just held up a wrinkled hand. “Nope. Don’t care if you’re a ‘man’. Everyone. Sonny, one day you’ll realise that being a ‘man’ is more than just grunting like an ape, or never showing any vulnerability, or even having a penis. Man is a state of mind, and Sonny, the sooner you feel comfortable in who you are, the more beautiful life is going to be for you.”

Sanji felt breathless. “Really?”

“Really.” Bea nodded, a fondness in her eyes. “Come, we’ll get you a choker to go with it, I have just the one.”

Sanji felt a million miles away as Bea led him to the shop counter. She handled a delicate pink satin choker with care, presenting it to him. It was a giant bow, a simple snap holding it in place around the neck. Simple, but delicate. If Sanji was honest with himself, he liked it.

“Like a million berry! Your precious one will love you in it!” Bea smiled fondly at him. “So, Sonny, you buying?”

Sanji sucked in a deep breath. When he spoke his voice was foreign to him, a shakiness underlying the wispiness. Sanji felt like he was treading water, unsure and scared of the newness of it all. He could drown at any moment.

“Yeah.”

“Good, good!”

So Sanji paid. Bea took extra care to wrap the lingerie up in a delicate pink tissue paper. His own little present. She then promptly put it in an unmarked bag. She understood, shooting him a wink.

“So, anyone, huh?”

“Oh yes, yes. You see, originally I made them for my girlfriend when I was a much younger lady. She was a farmer’s daughter, wonderful girl, shared many a kiss with her, and then some! Now I make these lovely ones for my current husband. You remind me a lot of him, Sonny. You see he lets me wear this harness thing that I put in his a-”

“Thank you grandma, I’ll be out of here now!”

“Yes, yes. Good luck, Sonny! Stop by with your sweetie and get something nice one day, okay?” Bea waved her goodbyes from the doorway, smiling that same sweet old woman smile. Sanji clutched the bag to his chest tightly. 

Right. Time to put the plan into place.

[morgana-larkin]

part 2 with happy ending to green isnt your colour? 🥺

And here it is! After getting multiple requests for a part 2, myself included lol, I wrote it pretty quickly. It’s gots lots of fluff and a cute happy ending. Not edited in the slightest cause I roll like that, and I hope you all like it!

Part 1

Green Isn’t Your Colour - Part 2 (Happy Ending)

Warnings: lots of fluff, slight angst at the beginning but then comfort

Words: 1.67k

You sat on your couch thinking about the week, or at least what happened half an hour ago. Melissa kissed you! The woman you’ve had a crush on for months, kissed you and you…pushed her away. Why? Because of Joy. You like Joy, you do, but your feelings for Melissa are much stronger.

You have a date this Saturday with Joy and if you’re being honest, you don’t want to go. If you’re being really honest, you’d prefer if it was with Melissa.

When did your life get like this? Where 2 women want you and you might have to hurt one to have the one you want, to have the one you… love? That thought caught you off guard, you’ve never been in love before, is this what it feels like?

You go over thinking about the kiss, you kissed Melissa back and temporarily forgot about Joy. Why did you kiss her back? Because you love her, you love Melissa, and you pushed her away because your brain remembered that you’re in a relationship.

The next day at school, Melissa looked hurt, defeated, and she was quiet the entire day. Everyone kept asking her what was wrong but she wouldn’t say, not even to Barb. You knew why though. Melissa has feelings for you and when she finally got the courage to admit it, it was too late.

You saw Joy this morning as usual but the same feeling you get when you usually see her wasn’t there, and it’s because Melissa kissed you. Melissa kissing you made you realise what you want, and you can’t drag Joy along. You have a date planned on Saturday but you can’t go through with it. You have to do it tonight, you have to break up with Joy tonight.

You leave your classroom at the end of the day. You had texted Joy at lunch asking if you can see her tonight to talk, and she agreed. You passed by Melissa’s classroom on the way out and she was just sitting there at her desk, upset. You looked at her, feeling guilty, Melissa looked up for a moment and saw you looking at her.

Your eyes locked and when they did, your heart and stomach fluttered and a warm feeling spread through you. You knew at that moment, you were making the right choice to end things with Joy. You offered Melissa a warm smile and a “have a good night Melissa.”

And she looked at you and nodded then looked back down. You stayed looking at her for a couple more seconds, and before you turned away, she looked back at you and you saw a tear rolling down her cheek. You continued walking to your car and then went to Joy’s place to talk.

“Hey.” Joy said when she opened the door.

“Hey.” You said back to her, without the same energy you usually say hi to her with.

“Come on in.” She told you and you walked inside. “You said you wanted to talk.” She said and you nodded. “I feel like this is a ‘we should sit on the couch’ kinda talk.” She tried to joke and you both went and sat on her couch. “So what’s up?” She asked.

“I-um… I I don’t know where to begin.” You said and looked down, you never actually broke up with anyone before, you’ve been in a couple relationships that lasted a couple months before the other person ended it or just a couple dates. Joy held up a hand to stop you.

“I think I know what this is about.” She said and you looked up at her. “It’s about Melissa isn’t it?” She asked and you looked at her with wide eyes. “I thought it might be. To be honest when I first met her on Monday, I feared for my life for a second, with the way she was looking at me. But then I knew I was safe, that she wasn’t going to hurt me.” She said and you look confused.

“Most people fear her at first, Jacob still kinda does.” You said and she chuckled.

“I don’t doubt that. But the reason I knew she wasn’t going to hurt me was because if she did, then that would hurt you, and I could tell that she doesn’t want to hurt you because she loves you.” She said and you looked at her with wide eyes. “And that suspicion was clearly confirmed the next day, cause y/n, she was jealous as hell. And I know you care about me, but that’s as far as it goes isn’t it? You just care about me.” She said and you nodded.

“I can’t believe how understanding you’re being right now, and that you put the pieces together before I did.” You told her.

“Well it’s what I do for a living, I put pieces together to make a story.” She said and you nodded. “As for understanding, well I’m just glad this is being done before it got more serious. And you’re a good person y/n, I do care about you as well and I hope that Melissa will make you happy.” She told you and you smiled at her.

“I hope you find someone to make you happy as well.” You told her and she smiled at you.

“Out of curiosity, did she kiss you yesterday?” She asked.

“How did you know?”

“Cause she did not like that I kissed you goodbye yesterday, I thought she might do something after that and now here you are breaking up with me. So lucky guess I suppose.” She said with a shrug.

“I guess this is goodbye then?” You said and she nodded. The two of you hugged each other goodbye and then you left.

Now here you are in Melissa’s driveway, about to go to her and tell her how you feel. You took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car. In retrospect you should have checked the weather since it was pouring and by the time you got to her doorstep, you were soaked. Melissa answered the door about 15 seconds after you knocked and she didn’t look like herself.

She had her eagles sweater and fuzzy pj pants on. Her hair was a bit of a mess with hair strands all over the place, her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were wet. “Y/n?” She said and her voice was strained and sounded like she was on the verge of tears again. “What… what are you doing here? And…you’re soaked, come in and I’ll get you dried up.” She told you and you went inside and stayed on the mat so you won’t tract water inside. You took off your shoes and she told you to follow her upstairs.

She gave you a sweater and sweatpants and told you to take your wet clothes off and she’ll put them in the dryer. You did as you were told and you smiled when the clothes you put on smelled like her. She put your wet clothes in the dryer then she led you to her bathroom and blow dried your hair. The care she had for you really showed and it warmed your heart. She was heartbroken over you and yet, when you needed something, she didn’t even think twice. When your hair was dry she fixed it a little with her fingers to the way she knew you liked it and then you went back downstairs to her couch.

“So what was so important that you had to come here and risk getting sick for?” She half joked and you looked at her, it was now or never.

You took a deep breath. “I love you.” Is all you said and her breath hitched.

“What?”

“I love you, I have for a little bit now and just realised it.” You told her and she looks confused.

“Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to make me feel worse? Cause I can tell you right now y/n that I feel broken right now! I didn’t think being rejected by you would hurt this much.” She told you with tears streaming down her face.

“I’m not trying too. What I probably should have started with was I just came from Joy’s place-” You started and you saw the way her eyes narrowed at you. “Cause I broke up with her.” You said and she looks shocked.

“I thought you said you were happy with her.” She said looking down.

“I was, but you make me happier, but you also make me feel loved. I cared about Joy but I love you. It wasn’t a hard decision to be honest.” You told her and she looks you in the eyes. “And if you’ll have me, I would like to go on that date with you.” You told her.

“Are you being serious right now?” She asked and you nodded. Although she didn’t look like she completely believed you so you did the one thing you thought of at that moment, you leaned over and kissed her. She was stunned for a moment then she kissed you back. The two of you got so into the kiss, and you went and straddled her lap to continue making out with her.

When you pulled back for air, the two of you looked at each other, trying to catch your breath. “How does Saturday at 6 sound?” She asked and you looked at her confused. I guess kissing her make you forget about the conversation you had before the kiss. Melissa giggled at your lost expression. “For our date.” She explained.

“Ohhh right, sorry I must have forgot. Um I would love that, and I love you.” You told her with a smile and eyes that were full of love.

She looked at you the same way. “I love you too.” She said and rested her forehead on yours.

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[moriartyluver]

May I request William as a father hcs? Preferably to a quiet prodigy son as the oldest and a spoiled rotten sassy daughter as the youngest🤭 (also Albert and Louis as uncles to them if that’s not too much💕)

A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was a platonic character x child! Reader request so I just decided on making it a William x reader and they have two children too. Thank you for your request btw! I love father! Liam smmm

(Also in terms of the timeline, I’m thinking the first son would be born before liam “died” and then the daughter would be born when he returned.)

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem!Reader

Format: headcannons

Genre: fluff

Prompt: William as a father of a quiet son and a spoilt but cute daughter headcannons

Warnings: Reader is female, reader is William’s wife, reader takes William’s last name, reader has a similar personality to William but can be a bit spoiled and competitive (mostly when she was younger though. She’s not implied to be unkind dw), Reader is a prodigy in a more literary and philosophical sense , mentions of childbirth & children, cursing, some nsfw themes. THE TIMELINE ISNT ACCURATE

When (sons name) was born, both you and William were ecstatic. You both weren’t planning on having any children but when you both found out that you were pregnant, you had no objections to keeping the child.

He was such a peaceful child even as a baby. You could tell he took after his father a lot but in terms of looks, he looked like a genderbent you but with scarlet eyes just like his father’s.

I think William would be a pretty gentle parent but also quite disciplined. He loves you and his children more than anything in the world and he tried his best to show it despite being quite busy and (unintentionally) emotionally distant. He wants his children to grow up in a loving environment that he never had but will be strict if it’s for the sake of their safety.

Everyone in Team Moriarty adored your son. Jack would often comment on how similar he was to William when he was a child, sometimes calling him “little will” just like he did for your husband except it would be his own nickname instead of ‘Will’

Moran would also play card games with the young boy, (even though he was barely tall enough to look him in the eye as he knelt down) and would usually lose. James would often tease him for his inability to win against a toddler.

James really liked playing dress up with him, even though (sons name) would usually get all pouty when James tried to put make up on him but he was happy when your daughter came along, as she was a lot more fond of dress up games (but I’ll get onto that later)

Your son probably got along best with Fred due to their shared quiet nature. He had taken a special interest in the flowers in the garden and would often go and talk to Fred about how he would grow them and their different meanings.

It didn’t take either you or William long to realise that your son was a prodigy (who had especially taken a liking to the sciences) just like you two. Instead of playing outside or socialising with other children his age, he would stay in the library or William’s office while he worked silently and read whatever he could get his hands on, whether it be a fairy tale (which he had gotten tired of by the time he turned 3) or a book on philosophical concepts that he found on your desk

William once caught his son trying to mark his own papers and he didn’t even do anything incorrectly either.

“(Son’s name)? What have I said about being in my office while I’m not there?..wait are you-?”

“I’m marking your papers for you, father.” (He spoke very politely and had a wide vocabulary despite his young age) he held up his red crayon to show him “I noticed you didn’t have much of one to spend with Mother recently so I wanted to give you some free time to enjoy yourselves so I can have a little brother or sister .”

William blinked and got a bit flustered at the comment about his son wanting a younger sibling but was more focused on the fact that his 3 year old was marking advanced mathematics papers. He picked up one of the papers and looked through all the corrections. “Not a single mistake..”

“Of course there are. He got only 69% on the test after all,” his son said, thinking he was referring to the paper “You really should be checking on some of your students..now may you please go make a little sister, or brother but preferably sister, with mother?”

It was only natural that you’d have an incredibly intelligent son with a quiet personality, he took after both of you. His parents were some of the smartest people of the century ,after all.

Once the two of you noticed his abnormal intelligence that seemed to be even grander than either of yours, you both decided to give him more resources to aid his brain development. He would tend to understand material fairly easily and often got bored of the childrens textbooks you would give him.

If Sherlock ever met your son, probably post time skip, he would constantly point out how intelligent he was and although your son would find his attitude occasionally ridiculous, he would soon become very close to him, even referring to him as ‘uncle sherly’ which annoyed Louis a little. They’d do science experiments together and Sherlock would take him under his wing, teaching him everything he would ever want to know.

Your son was only a about 4 years old when his younger sister was born, who you originally thought would have to be raised by only her mother, and he was quite happy about her, despite asking for confirmation on his theory of how babies were made whenever he saw his baby sister.

“Mother, did you and father have s-“

“(Sons name)! Who taught you that?!”

“…the biology textbook..also Mr Moran might have had some involvement in my extended knowledge..”

Safe to say that Moran wasn’t allowed to babysit again.

As for your youngest daughter…she could certainly be a handful..

She had taken after her father quite a bit, but with slightly younger and more feminine features. She had your eyes though which complimented her pretty blonde hair. Even as a baby, she was incredibly beautiful and people would often tell you that whenever they met her.

She grew up a lot more spoilt than her older brother. Not because either of you favoured her more, but it was mostly because (daughter’s name) required a lot more attention than her brother who was alright with peace and quiet to read his science books in.

James would often dress the little girl up in pretty clothes that he would insist on buying her, Moran was very fond of her too, Fred would give her flowers to put in her bedroom, Jack would offer to a babysit and would treat her like his own granddaughter.

Sherlock would sometimes compare her to James’ previous us identity as Irene Adler due to her cunning behaviour (she was very good at getting whatever she wanted) honestly he was kinda scared of her, but would hope that she would grow into a girl like yourself some day.

She was on a similar intelligence level to her brother but could get jealous at his achievements if she felt insecure. Sometimes she felt as though she didn’t fit in as much with the rest of her family but both you and William would remind her that it was okay to be different and she gave personality to what would otherwise be a quiet and slightly boring family.

(Daughters name) grew up to be quite competitive with her brother and other people she knew. She had a fairly sarcastic and spoilt personality, a lot more extroverted than you, your son or William. At parties, she would be well liked and she made friends a lot easier than her brother would. Although she could come off as rude, she was very kind at heart and you and the rest of your family all knew that.

William also had the tendency to shower her in affection and spoil her with gifts, but he made sure to raise her in a way that she wouldn’t forget her own privilege and treat those less fortunate than her as inferior, which she surprisingly had no issues in understanding and would often stand up for those of the lower class.

Bonus headcannons for Louis and Albert as uncles

Albert would be like the rich wine aunt trope. As your children grew up, he would spoil both of them with expensive gifts, for your daughter it would be dresses, make up, dolls and other things she liked whereas your son would receive microscopes and up to date science equipment.

With your children, he would tell them stories of William in his youth and if he had known you for long, he would do the same for you.

If your children ever asked about how the two of you met, trust Albert to give them a long ass romance story about your relationship from the start, when the two of you met, to present day where you were both just as in love as ever.

I feel like he’d get along with both children equally as well. With your daughter, he could be a bit more fun and a slight gossip about which nobles were doing what. As I said earlier, he’d shower both children with gifts but especially your daughter who could be very materialistic sometimes. He’d try to keep her in check though, as he didn’t want her to turn out like his younger biological brother.

With your son, he would be more of a listener to what he had to say. An easy way to make the quiet kid to come out of his shell was to mention anything about a subject that he would be hyper-fixating on and boom 💥 he’s blabbering on about it for at least an hour while all Albert has to do is sit and listen while he drinks his wine. His knowledge astounded him more than William’s did when he was his age, which was very difficult indeed. While you were a literary and philosophical prodigy, and William was a maths prodigy, your son had more knowledge than most scientists of the era.

Your children both really liked uncle Albert, especially when they grew into teenagers. Your daughter would always smile with glee whenever she got presents from him and your son would often come home and ask his father for confirmation on the stories his uncle had told him. They’re only issue with staying with him was that he was a terrible cook and everything he made would either be burnt or undercooked, no in between.

Louis as an uncle would be a lot more serious than any other adults that the siblings would interact with. He was very loving too but would show it in other ways.

Your daughter was a fairly picky eater, and sometimes you would worry for her because of it. Louis was surprisingly tolerant of this though and would ask her for her favourite dishes so he could cook them for her alongside the meals she didn’t tend to like as much, which she was incredibly grateful for.

Louis really liked your son too, mainly because of how nostalgic he made him feel. The quiet boy would remind him of William when he was a child. The same looks of excitement when they found new pieces of information, the protective nature over their younger siblings, their intelligent personalities. They were almost carbon copies of each other.

Louis was very protective of the kids. If Sherlock ever came home after a day of teaching (sons name) science experiments and how it could tie into detective work, Louis would frown and drag the boy away as he said goodbye to uncle sherly, then clean him up and ask him if Sherlock had been reckless with him, which your son would deny.

If your daughter was ever criticised for her big ego or given subtle remarks about her looks, it is on sight!!! Louis would not hesitate to get into a fist fight for the sake of his niece and nephew.

If you ever needed someone to babysit, Louis is the best option. He would be able to take care of your kids better than you and William could take care of them.

He also noticed that your son took after William in terms of his strange eating habits but he didn’t mind. Oh he want tomato shortcake with chocolate and sausage icing? Why the fuck not? He’ll make it in seconds. William wouldn’t have a problem with it and would just remain 😊 while you would try not to throw up at the sight.

Overall, both of the uncles absolutely adore their niece and nephew and protect them with their lives. Nobody would ever even look at the kids funny and remain in one piece afterwards.

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

HII^^ this is my first time doing an ask so i hope this isnt troubling in anyway, but i would like to request for the rest of Diasomnia's reaction to gn! MC and Silver dating ^^ please ignore this if you dont feel like it or not feeling well^^

That’s so cute!!

Diasomnia’s reaction to Silver and Reader’s Relationship!

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was super happy to hear of your relationship. Silver is one of his closest companions, so for him to find love made the prince ecstatic for the both of you.

He would love to help out with any surprises that either of you have for the other. Want help finding jewelry? Malleus will spend hours with you until you find the perfect one. Need help getting a reservation at a restaurant? He’s got it covered just by walking in.

He’s always willing to lend an ear if you wish to talk about it. Don’t worry about him getting bored or irritated, he finds your romance to be adorable.

If asked if he ever had anything to do with any dates you two go on, he’ll play dumb and act like he had no hand in it. Although, he says it with a knowing smile.

“How did your evening go? Hm? I may have helped, yes, but the plan was completely Silver’s.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is over the moon when you and Silver come to Diasomnia hand-in-hand. He is your number 1 fan, always rooting and cheering you on when he can.

Makes so many comments about “young love” and how Silver’s “all grown up now”. But it’s not to the point where it’s annoying; he just says it completely randomly and it takes you a second to realize what he’s said.

He’s gonna want to take so many pictures of you two. He won’t if you don’t want to, but he would love to make a little scrapbook of the memories you and Silver share.

Doesn’t want to be seen as overbearing, he’s just so happy that Silver found someone that he could care for so deeply and for you to feel the same. He might even get a little emotional about it at times.

“There are the two love birds! How about I make you guys a nice dinner tonight? Huh, no? Ah well, that’s alright then.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek won’t outwardly admit the fact that he’s happy for you guys. Not at first at least, but he’ll accidentally spill the fact that he cares sooner or later.

He sees Silver as a rival, but that doesn’t mean he can’t support him at times. Sometimes he might go out of his way to figure out things that you like and tell Silver, just to help him out a bit. He denies it when asked though.

He might try to have a “stern talking to” with Silver, saying that it’s to “ensure his loyalties are still with Malleus” but it turns more into a lecture about treating you with respect. Pretty sure Silver started falling asleep midway through though.

He’ll do random favors for either of you so you can have more time together, again, he won’t admit to anything though. Instead, he opts to say he’s better of doing the work himself, as Malleus’s retainer.

“Halt! You two there! Let me take care of the horses today. This is only to ensure they are properly cared for, nothing else.” Dude sucks at lying.