#a bit later than I usually post ahhh

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄! ❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ yuuji megumi gojo nanami n choso ☆ how jjk men act when they have a crush on you!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader, black coded but anyone can read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: ahhh the comeback post!! let's just say my old works were...less than coherent. but im here and ready to slay the day after 2-ish years!! take these crumbs while i try and find my footing again. stay hot lovies 🎀🎀

yuuji itadori 🌸

my babyyy (sob sob) yuuji would def try to impress you with his athleticism, bc girls like that stuff right? (gojo told him that...save him)

he frequently challenges you to friendly competitions when sparring to showing off his skills.

he def let's you get quite a few hits on him and he may even let you win from time to time (seeing your smile makes getting knocked on his ass worth it)

he might act a bit bashful, but he's straightforward. he knows he has a crush on you so why would he hide it?

expect nice gestures like him wanting to carry things for you, buying you food, watching all your fav movies, ect.

speaking of which, movie hangouts!!!

every friday usually you, megumi, nobara, and yuuji all get together and watch a movie

buuuttt if he's feeling especially brave he'll invite you to his dorm to watch the newest movie in your favorite series! (yes, he keeps track of when they come out)

he loves that it becomes y'alls thing and he loves it even more when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off <;33

he also gives hella compliments cause something in my gut says his love language is words of affirmation.

anticipate many "isn't [name] just the coolest?" or "you look great today [name]!"

im telling you he could never run out of nice things to say to you, whether it be about your looks or personality

as soon as he realizes he likes you he takes down those pin up girl posters in his dorm

he also obviously thinks you're more beautiful than jennifer lawrence argue wit ur mama

he is also obviously a personality over looks guy so dont act surprised if you see him looking at you with a lovesick grin if he catches you doing something kind for someone

expect him to confess his feelings sooner rather than later

"yeah, why wouldn't i have a crush on [name]? shes beautiful and badass! but don't tell her, okay?"

megumi fushiguro 🌸

megumi, unlike yuuji is quite reserved, even with his friends

honestly gives no indication that he likes you at all 💀💀 he stares at you pretty intensely at first (to admire your beauty) but quickly catches on that you think its weird..

once you two get closer though, megumi would frequently express his crush through small gestures

he strikes me as a reader so i can see him recommending his favorite books to you or even lending you some of his.

you two exchange books often and he highlights quotes that remind him of you

i can also see book shop hangouts where you two sit and read together in some small bookshop he found in the city.

(he's just admiring you read)

he's not a huge compliment/affirmation guy but quality time is a big one for him

whether it be on missions, sparring, or out with the rest of the first year's, he enjoys any time he can have with you.

megumi is also very protective but like...subtly

he secretly watches out for you during missions, making sure you're safe without drawing attention to it

he'll insist you two split up but send one of his divine dogs to accompany you to wherever you go.

even when you're out and about in tokyo he always likes to stay close to you. he follows you around (not in a creepy way more like a lost puppy way)

follows you into stores you like even if he has absolutely no interest.

all in all he's just a shy guy who's whipped for you <3

"i enjoy spending time with you. a lot."

teen!satoru gojo 🌸

gojo...you bastard...(affectionate)

erm ngl i can def see him being a bully to you at first...

not like a bully bully but he def teases you a lot and it gets under your skin sometimes. (you hate him)

but in reality hes jus a spoiled litte rich boy in love.

once he realizes his feelings he still pokes fun at you sometimes, but tones it down hard and turns on his charm.

gojo's approach is confident and playful. he teases you, always with a charming grin, creating a dynamic that keeps things lighthearted and enjoyable.

he'll find excuses to spend time with you, whether it's offering to train together

unlike yuuji he doesn't care if he likes you this son of a gun will NOT let you win istg

it's like he's trying to rile you up, saying ridiculously cheesy one liners as he dodges all your attacks.

"thats the best you got? oh [name], we'll never get to be together if i keep beating you!"

one thing he does enjoy doing with you however, are snack runs.

gojo is a big back in disguise with too much money to spend so you already knows most of that goes towards food.

he has a huge sweet tooth so i can see you guys browsing multiple sweets shops in the city. if he sees you even look at something for too long he'll buy 10 of them.

every trip you guys both leave with full bellies and full hearts <3

gojo wants to be around you, and he makes sure it's fun for you both

his confession is likely to be straightforward. ccompanied by his trademark smile and his sparkling blue eyes peeking from his shades.

"you know, i've been thinking... i'm kind of into you. what do you say we make things a bit more interesting?"

teen!kento nanami 🌸

my emo boy ❤️‍🩹

nanami, with his composed demeanor, expresses his feelings (though you were unsure if he even had any) through thoughtful actions.

he remembers every. single. detail. of anything you say to him.

your favorite attist dropped an album today? he already bought you the cd/vinyl. you never got a chance to go to the store to get your favorite snack? he went 2 days ago.

he revels in the fact that he knows so much about yousnd the surprised look on your face gets him every time.

(haibara claims he's seen nanami smile at you multiple times but he vehemently denies it.)

despite his serious appearance, he'll occasionally crack dry jokes when it's just the two of you

look at that man and tell me he doesn't have a dry sense of humor 😭😭

you help him to relax and he feels he can truly be himself around you. when you two are alone its like hes showing a different side to his personality.

like megumi, i can see quality time being a big thing for him since attending jujutsu high leaves him quite busy

hes also not a huge talker so whenever you two do spend time together its probably somewhere intimate like your dorm or the library.

no words, just vibes. which he appreciates since he's around a bunch of yipper yappers all day.

nanami's confession is understated but sincere.

"i appreciate the time we spend together. it's made me realize there's something more i feel..."

choso kamo 🌸

my babyyyy no. 2 (i need him biblically)

let's get one thing straight tho. choso is a curse. in my opinion curses have no idea of love in a healthy, positive way so let's just say bb is confused.

he obviously knows what love is. he loves his brothers but he doesnt wanna kiss them...and cuddle them...

he goes to yuuji for advice (was it a bad idea? perhaps.)

"bro you totally have a crush on [name]!"

"a crush?"

after some further investigation hes pretty much got the gist of it.

one thing he becomes quite fond of doing is giving you small gifts from his missions.

these aren't typic gifts persay, like food, clothing or jewelry but more like knickknacks such as shells or rocks.

these tokens become a way for him to express what words might fail to convey.

i headcannon choso likes nature documentaries and after seeing that penguins mate for life by gifting a rock to their mate he's hooked.

idk but i also feel like he's very touchy.

he always has an eye on you in public and ik he does the thing where he guides u with his hand on the small of your back or he locks pinkies with you UGHHHH

with him being protective, he also subtly keeps an eye on you during missions.

he's not one to voice his concern directly but prefers to ensure your safety from the danger.

choso's confession might catch you off guard, but it's filled with honesty and sincerity.

"i've found myself caring about you more than I expected. it's strange..."

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ omg i actually really like this...(watch me hate it in a week) but reqs are open!! i have 1 or 2 more pieces planned to get me in the swing of things but take this before then. love y'all!!

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

#Words of the Love Hashira 💗 #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuji x reader #megumi x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #x black fem reader #black writers on tumblr

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AHHH I LOVED UR "HATED HIM" GOJO FIC ITS SO CUTEE🥹 I WANNA SEE A PART 2!! im curious will the reader date gojo or js continue to hate him lmao

❥ IMPROVEMENTS - SATORU GOJO

pairing: gojo x f!reader contents: pt 2 to this fic although you dont need to read it to understand this one. no warnings js fluff here !!! word count: 2.5k on the DOT a/n: HII NONNIE IM SSOOO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!! im sorry this took so long ive been busy with work and exams coming up :( hopefully i can post more often soon :((( ANYWAZ ENJOY

so maybe you don’t hate Satoru Gojo. not anymore. since that moment you shared with him, you thought everything would go back to normal, and for the most part it did. well, you think it did, but everyone else saw the changes clear as day.

as time passed, from an outside perspective it seemed like the two of you suddenly had a… “stable” friendship. both “stable” and “friendship” being used very very loosely. although gojo prefered “happy relationship” and “loving marriage”. the yelling matches (you yelling at gojo while he just sits there and smiles like an idiot) that used to occur multiple times daily went down to only once a day, if at all. you didn’t seem to shoo him away as much or rant about how annoying he is. it was almost like you were warming up to him.

if nobody knew what had happened between the two of you it would’ve seemed like a random switch that went off one day, except everyone did know what happened, cuz gojo’s big mouth went and told everyone the next fucking day. to escape being made fun of to no end, you told everyone you only kissed him so he’d shut up and there was no feelings beyond that, which was half true. the other half of you knew that being all bandaged up by him after a mission gone wrong, sitting in his bed while he tells you how much he cares about you, a man who’d usually piss you off and act all goofy. to see him like that was like a breath of really fresh air and kinda changed the way you saw him.

obviously he was still super annoying and pissed you off, but he seemed to finally get the memo and tuned it down so that it was actually manageable. his laugh was suddenly cuter, his face was less punchable and his flirting was almost starting to fluster you. almost. he still made those stupid comments and monologues for waaayy too long but he got a lot sweeter in his teasing and actions. he somehow found out what your favourite foods and places to eat were and bought you food after long days of school, training sessions and missions and took you to places around tokyo on outings “dates”. your friendship with him was finally tolerable. 

waking up on a sunday morning, you hear the sound of buzzing from your phone on your bedside table. 

incoming call from gojo.

its way too early for him to be bothering you already, but you know very well that if you don’t pick up now he’ll keep calling til you do. you silently curse shoko for giving him your number when he asked her, since he already knew you’d say no to him. “what do you want?” you answer his call, putting the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. “good morning to you too i guess..” you can hear the pouting in his voice. “what are you up to today??” 

“i’m training a bit with nanami and haibara later.” you check the clock on the table, mentally starting to plan when you’re gonna start getting ready to meet the two of them. “nanami!? why would you train with him!? he doesn’t know anything.” he seemed to completely tune out the second name you mentioned

“he knows more than you.” you laugh at his dramatic gasp over the phone, picturing the look on his face. “whateverrrr. you should train with me instead!” 

“no.” 

“what!? why not?? im soooo much better than him!” you can hear the passion in his voice and you begin to wonder how he can have so much energy so early in the morning, especially on a sunday. “please humble yourself, and i already told nanami i’d train with them anyway.” you glance back at your clock, continuing to consider how long you can stay in bed for. “fiiineee. we can train together next time. what’re you doing after that?” 

“after training i’m gonna…” your voice trails off as you think back to earlier this week, trying to recall if you had made any other plans with anyone for today. “not doing anything later. i’m probably gonna go back to my dorm.” you confessed, forgetting exactly who you were on the phone with. “oh so you’re free later? perfect! we sh-“ 

“no, i’m not free. i’m going back to my dorm gojo. and i’m staying there. all day.” you make sure to give him the details of your plan to stay in your room so he doesn’t have any wiggle room to plan anything. “hmmmm.. okay! ill just come over then!” 

“what?? n-“ 

“cyalaterbye!!” you hear the phone beep as he hangs up, now looking down at your lock screen. 'god he’s sooo annoying.'

getting out of bed after looking down at your clock again, you decide you have more than enough time to watch a bit of the show you’ve been catching up on. maybe about two and a half episodes?

checking the time halfway through the first episode, you decide you’re not in the mood to continue watching and you’ll watch a movie instead after training. you get up and begin getting ready for the scheduled training session you had, lightly fixing up your hair so you looked presentable and throwing on your uniform before heading out. 

training with nanami and haibara went well, and you were all surprised gojo didn’t show up to bother you but you figured he was busy with his own thing. coming home you immediately threw your uniform onto the floor and went to take a shower, feeling all gross and sweaty. ‘ill pick it up later.’

you turn the water on, allowing it to get hot before stepping into the shower. you decided to use your favourite body wash that smelled like heaven in a bottle, the scent filling up the entire bathroom and making all the air around you smell like your favourite fragrance. you linger in the shower for a bit, the hot water feeling therapeutic against your skin. once you were done you headed back to your room, throwing on some comfy flared sweats and a random tank top from your wardrobe. looking in the mirror, the outfit was surprisingly cute, and really comfortable.

in a good mood from the nice shower and already feeling pretty after only putting on some  random clothes, you decided to have fun and do some light makeup. maybe you’ll run a few errands later? you were a bit low on snacks at the moment.

finishing off your makeup with a pretty lipgloss, you look in your little snack drawer to see what you had left. some gum, a few candies and one bag of your favourite chips you’re planning to save. maybe it was time to restock. 

you throw on a light jacket and grab your bag, gathering your essentials and getting your shoes on before leaving your dorm. you decided to go to the little convenience store only a few minutes away since they had all the snacks you like. 

within a few minutes you made it to the store, picking out a bunch of snacks and candies you liked. as you were looking at the new flavours of candy they had, the bell by the door jingled as someone entered the store. “y/n!!” you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why are you here?? you said you were staying in your dorm. all day.” gojo mocks the tone you used with him on the phone earlier. “i changed my mind. why are you here?” 

“satoru wanted to get some candy on the way home.” suguru appears from behind him, giving you a smile and a polite wave. “hmm.. they have a nice selection here, what do you think i should get?” gojo puts a hand to his chin as he looks through all the candies. “the sour green apple candy from this brand is really good. and the lemon flavour too, they’re my favourites.” you say as you point to the candies. “then they’re my favourites too,” gojo immediately picks up two of each flavour you recommended, before picking a few other candies he knows you like.

“you do not need all that sweetness. think about your health.” suguru grimaces at the amount of sweets in gojos hands. “i’m not gonna eat all of it! do you really think that low of me? i’m sharing with my girlfriend.” he plops his purchase on the counter for the cashier, smiling down at you “and i’m still coming over,” 

“i didnt agree to that, nor do you have girlfriend.” 

“don’t care,” gojo shrugs as he takes his bag full of your favourite candies, cheerfully skipping out the door followed by you and suguru. the two of you followed as he happily pranced down the street and back to school. 

“you’re really not gonna leave me alone?” 

“nope!” you and gojo stand outside your dorm as he waits for you to unlock the door. you sign at his persistence, grabbing your keys from your bag and opening the door. he had never actually been in your dorm before so this was like a new world to him. “kinda messy in here. you needa clean up a bit y/n” gojo steps inside as if it were his own house, yet looks around at your space as if he were at a museum. “do you ever shut up? and take your shoes off. don’t step on my nice carpet. if it gets dirty i will kill you.” 

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed as if his life was truly in danger. you take off your own shoes, putting your jacket and bag away before plopping yourself on your bed. you watch gojo pace around your small dorm room, picking up random objects to inspect before humming and placing it back down. you know he should be monitored carefully while in proximity of your stuff but you really can’t be bothered to babysit right now and just allow him to stimulate himself.

after a few minutes of replying to missed texts from a few of your friends, you hear gojo sigh, dropping the bag of candy on the floor and placing his glasses alongside the makeup you put on earlier. you realize he hadn’t said a word for those few minutes. “you’re being too silent, what are yo-“ gojo fully drops himself on top of you, his hard head hitting your chest so hard you swear you heard a rib crack. “holy fucking shit you fatass, get off me!! you’re heavy.” you try to push him off you but he doesn’t budge. “but ‘m tired baby,” he whines as he made himself more comfortable on top of you. “i will kill you.” 

“m‘kay..” gojo yawns, wrapping his arms around you. now you’re stuck, great. you honestly didn’t think the word ‘tired’ existed in gojo’s vocabulary since he somehow always has energy. you had never seen him sleep before, which sounds somewhat normal until you remember the overnight trips and missions you and your classmates went on frequently, where gojo never slept. or he never let anyone see him sleep. you didn’t really realize it until now, with him on your chest already seeming close to knocking out.

as much as it annoyed you that you couldn’t get up to eat the candy he’d bought for the two of you to have, you figured if you woke him up he’d just bother the shit out of you until you let him sleep again, and you honestly realize how cute he is when he’s quiet. sighing in defeat, you open up your laptop that you had left on your bed earlier and throw on a movie you had already wanted to watch today. “hm..? what’s that?” gojo mumbles as he’s half asleep. “the movie suguru recommended me the other day. the one about the samurai?” 

“ohhh.” gojo turns his head away from the screen to rest on the other side of his head “that one sucks. and the main character dies.” 

“ugh, spoiler warning next time??” you flick the top of his head as he laughs. you scroll through the selection of movies on the site, humming occasionally while adding interesting movies to your watch later list. eventually you find a random movie that you had never heard of but it looks interesting enough and decide to watch it. the large boy laying on top of you turns his head back to the screen once he hears the new film playing. this time he doesn’t say anything, but you notice his eyes struggling to stay open as he yawns literally every waking minute.

“gojo why don’t you go back to your dorm to sleep? you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle at him as he tries to look offended but clearly doesn’t have to energy to. “mn-mm. ‘m watchin… with my wife.” he yawns mid sentence. “well i’m not your wife, soooo…” 

“you are my wife… we’re married… you remember.”  you know he normally only says stuff like that to get under your skin, but sometimes it sounds like he truly believes it, which is a bit scary. you can’t even pay attention to the movie with how hard you’re contemplating to get him off you and in his own bed, but it seems there’s truly no solution. he’s a freakishly tall and muscular man with 100% of his body weight on top of you, so you obviously can’t push him off. and he clearly wont willingly get up, and you know you can’t convince him to get up, so you begin to accept that you might actually be stuck here. 

“ill let you stay if you grab the bag of candy for me,” gojo seems to be too tired to remember that there’s nothing you can do to force him to leave and he easily could’ve refused. he lazily throws the bag onto the bed beside you before plopping himself right back where he was before. “now lemme stay.” you roll your eyes instinctively, grabbing the bag and picking out one of the candies gojo had picked for you. he lets out one last yawn before allowing his tiredness to consume him.

as you open up the sweets and start eating, you look down at gojo. you never really took a moment to actually realize how pretty he really is, and especially how cute he looks while he sleeps. as creepy as that sounds. you think it’s because his mouth is finally shut and he’s not saying the most annoying sentences he can come up with, or constantly blabbering to you about stuff you never asked him about and have no interest in. you honestly didn’t mind this heavy man peacefully asleep on top of you as you eat candy and watch a movie. it was quite nice, actually. maybe you’ll start to allow gojo to do things like this more often. 

i really had no idea how to end this :SOB: but it turned out well i hope. pls send requests btw i have ZERO idea what to write neext

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo satoru

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✧Fyodor Centered Headcanons // dating✧

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: none

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: I actually did this in one sitting my body hurts from staying still for so long ahhh also this is my first post and im not a good writer ok. i rly hope Fyodor isn't ooc here

--Fyodor dating headcanons--

1. General + fluff

— I think we all know he's not the most romantic/affectionate lover (though he's so attractive, in your eyes, he's a gentleman).

— Even after you start dating him, Fyodor will still be (cold?) formal to you. He somehow still manages to show his affection towards you in this manner.

— He's softer around you than he is around anybody.

— He prefers giving you attention when you're alone rather than in public.

— He's a bit obsessed with you. Fyodor is so used to getting what he wants, so he has slight yandere tendencies.

— To him, his lover is most precious.

— He lets you wear his ushanka (his hat) and his coat, and he secretly thinks you look adorable dressed like him. He'd never outright admit it, of course.

— Fyodor probably will not make the first move. By that I mean he won’t kiss you unless you kiss him, but that only applies before your first kiss. He does see you staring though.

— He sometimes teases you and acts mean on purpose just to get a reaction out of you. Fyodor thinks you look so cute when you're mad at him and hug a pillow instead of hugging him, but he can't stand being ignored. He'll apologize soon.

— He's extremely observant. He is always able to read you like an open book.

— And don't think he doesn't notice anything you do. Whether it's a small act of affection like brushing your knuckles against his 'by accident', smiling more or less than usual or fidgeting, he notices all of it. Not in a creepy way though.

— Speaking of, he loves small acts of affection. He's almost always holding your hand, he gives you small kisses, and he strokes your hair sometimes.

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Holding your hand;

— Gosh, he's almost always holding your hand. He especially loves when you intertwine your fingers. He isn't big on physical touch, so this is a great way for him to feel closer to you.

— Sometimes, if he doesn't feel like it, he won't let go of your hand as it is 'such a bother'. Even after your hands become sweaty, you'll have to beg him to let go. Because he won't. (not willingly)

— Fyodor doesn't do a lot of pinky holding. He wants to feel your palms against his. Plus, his hands are always cold because of his anemia, and holding hands properly is the best way to keep him warm (outside of cuddle sessions).

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Kisses;

— He adores soft kisses. He's also not much of a lip kisser. His favorite places to kiss you are your cheek and forehead (and your hand, on rare occasions).

— He sometimes has bursts of affection, mostly after a long day at work, but they are very small and they don't last very long. It'd hurt his ego if he showed his desperation for your love.

— These small bursts of affection are the moments he gives you kiss attacks.

— Passionate kisses only happen during makeout sessions, which, of course, happen later in the relationship. I'd say it's worth the wait, given that he's an incredibly good kisser and his passionate kisses are so passionate. (obv they are im so stupid.)

— Don't expect him to kiss you first though. Fyodor rarely ever makes the first move.

— But he does notice you staring at his lips, expecting him to kiss you.

— He has a habbit of biting his nails, so it's difficult not to stare.

— And his lips are extremely soft. And warm. Any wait you have to go through, it's worth it.

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Playing with your hair;

— If you have long hair, he absolutely loves it. It's classic of him to prefer long hair, don't you think?

— If you have short hair, that's fine too. Your hair length does not determine how much he loves you by any means. He just thinks your hair is such a delicate thing about you.

— If you have long hair though, you can expect him to stare. A lot.

— Fyodor loves seeing you with your hair untied, or seeing the different hairstyles you try, even if you just put your hair up lazily, he thinks any hairstyle looks good on you.

— He's not always touching your hair, but it makes him happy when you let him brush it, play with it, or try new hairstyles on you.

— He'll only brush your hair after a shower or if you ask him to, play with it when he feels like it, braid it when he thinks it'll get tangled. He doesn't play with your hair 24/7, as I said, but he's always more than happy to if you ask him.

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Sitting/laying your head on his lap and vice versa;

— Fyodor doesn't mind if you sit on his lap or lay your head on his thigh while he works. In fact, he actually likes it.

— He'd be a little surprised as he's very touch starved and he'll find it difficult to relax, but he will for your comfort.

— These are the moments he'll run his fingers through your hair and pat your head gently (and awkwardly). But you love the feeling of his hands, there's no way you could ever complain.

— Fyodor will also brush your hair out of your face and maybe kiss your hand, but after you fall asleep.

— He never gets enough rest, which is why you'll just go to sleep on his lap most of the time. But you still get chances to sleep with him.

— He'll let you sleep peacefully if it's a short afternoon nap, but at night he'll snuggle with you after he finishes his work.

— He's too cocky to lay his head on your lap. Again, it'd hurt his ego. So you'd have to ask him to do that.

— Making him sit on your lap is out of the question.

— If you manage to get him to lay his head on your thigh and you want him to do it again sometime, you need to stroke his hair and maybe bend down to give him a kiss.

— Oh God he's definitely doing this again.

— He doesn't like being put in 'vulnerable' positions, but he can't help it when your fingers massage that one spot on his head.

— After the first time he falls asleep on your lap, he won't even bother asking. He'll just sit you down somewhere and tell you he's sleepy, and then wait to be taken care of.

— Of course, this is the kind of thing Fyodor would only do in private, and he'd appreciate it if you didn't try to do this in front of anyone either.

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Spending time together;

— Fyodor's quite introverted, so he'd prefer an introverted s/o. Even if you're not introverted, as long as you're not loud, he's fine with it.

— The reason I'm mentioning this is because he wants the two of you to be able to enjoy each other's company in silence sometimes.

— He can play his cello for you while you work on something, he can play with your hair while you read a book, or you could cuddle and take a nap.

— Fyodor doesn't always feel the need to hold a conversation to enjoy your presence. He knows you're next to him, and that's enough for him.

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2. Comfort

— Let's be honest now... He sucks at comforting people. (how am i going to write this..)

— He's never dealt with anyone crying before, let alone a person he cares about.

— The difference between a crying person and a crying person he cares about is that he's scared of hurting the feelings of the person he cares about. (makes sense? no.)

— Fyodor won't struggle to comfort you as long as you're not crying. He'll buy you food if you want, he'll play chess/card games with you, he'll play his cello for you, he'll give you his hat... He will just do this best to cheer you up.

— But he's aware that if you start crying, cheering you up is not the right solution. He's going to try to hold you and let you cry in his arms.

— He won't talk much. He really wouldn't know what to say in situations like these.

— There's a chance he'll complain about you getting his clothes wet...? I'm so sorry but it sounds like something he'd do. Not always though.

— He cares about you, but he doesn't feel the need to remind you, as it'd make him feel awkward and he knows you're aware of that already.

— Fyodor is still going to hold you for as long as you need.

— He'll ask you what the matter is, and he'll be fine with it if you don't want to answer. He'll probably make you a drink or try to cheer you up once you've stopped crying.

— He'll hold you some more if needed.

— If you do decide to tell him what's bothering you, he might think it's not worth crying over. Depends if it's an insecurity or someone's death.

— If it is an insecurity Fyodor will give you some praise and compliments, but again, 'it's a pathetic reason to cry'.

— He's not good at giving advice if that's what you need.

— But he'll listen and hold you, even if he doesn't openly admit he cares for you as much as he really does.

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#bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #bsd fluff #bsd anime #bungou stray dogs #bsd fyodor #fyodor bsd #fyodor fluff #fyodor headcanons #fyodor x reader #god he is so hot #fyodor hcs #bungo stray dogs fyodor #fyodor bungou stray dogs #he’s so bbygirl

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Falling For the Devil [Part nine: "The Pool Game"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a second impromptu date with Matt at Josie's playing pool. Later, Daredevil pays you a visit.

Or

The time Daredevil gives you a hand. Yes, like that.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 5.8k

a/n: Ahhh, welcome to our first smupdate, friends! There's quite a few later on in this series that I've just taken to calling my smut installments smupdates. You can find the list of installments for all of these currently posted to tumblr here. Otherwise, enjoy the smupdate...

"I have no idea how to actually play," you admitted, eyeing the pool cue in your hands. "I usually just watch you kick Foggy's ass."

Matt's shoulder bumped yours, his beer halfway to his mouth as he said, "I'll show you. You just have to help me a bit."

You watched as he took a drink of his beer, your eyes lingering on his mouth in the dim light of Josie’s even as the bottle came away from his lips. It had been a week since you'd briefly kissed those lips after your first date. Not that you were keeping track or anything.

Tonight it was just you and Matt at Josie’s; Marci and Foggy had a few days left of their honeymoon and Karen was apparently too exhausted from the two weeks of making up for the excess workload with Foggy gone to want to stay out for a drink. And that was how you'd found yourself on a second impromptu date with Matt. He'd shown up at The Bulletin just before he knew you got off work and had asked you if you'd like to join him for a few drinks. Obviously you'd said yes.

And now you were standing beside the pool table at Josie’s, Matt having walked you through racking the balls as you nervously downed your third beer of the evening, a light buzz already dulling a bit of your nerves.  

"I'll let you break," Matt said, head gesturing towards the table. 

"That's about the only thing I understand how to do," you admitted, setting your beer on the table beside you. 

Heading towards the pool table, you placed the cue ball onto it and lined the ball up with the first ball of the triangle. Awkwardly you lowered yourself over the table and tried to line up a shot with the long cue in your hand. 

"How do you guys always make this look so easy?" you asked Matt, trying to find a comfortable way to hold the cue.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Matt set his beer onto the table beside yours. Your head turned in his direction and you saw him walking towards you with a grin, his hands pulling the dark glasses off and rewarding you with the unobstructed view of his handsome face.

"Let me help," he said.

His hands were on your hips the moment he reached you. You felt your heart jump in your chest instantly at the contact. You swallowed hard as his large hands gripped your hips, his fingers lightly digging into your pelvis as he gently turned your hips to the side, guiding you how he wanted you. You could feel the warmth of his hands through your dress pants and you felt embarrassed instantly for how he had just barely touched you but was somehow already working you up.

"Easier to stand like this," he told you, his voice suddenly huskier than it had been.

You felt him step in all the way behind you next, his hips and the tops of his thighs lightly pressing in against your ass before you felt his toned chest mold itself along your back. His arms wrapped around you, his hands sliding down your bare arms drawing goosebumps until his hands found the tops of your own. Your eyes snapped shut the moment his face appeared just over your right shoulder, abruptly becoming dizzy with him so close. He smelled good–just like that faint cologne of something warm mixed with pine he’d worn at the wedding.

"Hold it like this," he whispered, his hands working to readjust your hold on the cue. "You'll have better control with aiming this way."

You were barely paying attention, still too focused on trying to control your breathing with your eyes closed. Matt's head shifted beside you, his chin lightly resting along your shoulder now. You heard him whisper your name, his mouth so close to your ear that you could feel his hot breath brushing past the skin of your neck. 

"Yeah?" you breathed out.

"You're going to have to open your eyes," he teased, a hint of laughter in his voice. "We can't both be blind for this game."

Nervously you licked your lips, your eyes fluttering open. Turning your head just a bit you could see how close Matt's face was to yours now, could see the way he was shooting you that fond, affectionate gaze he often sent your way, though this time it was tinged with a hint of amusement. You felt a nervous jolt shoot through you and you turned your attention back to the pool table.

"I'm beginning to think," you said slowly, your focus very much on Matt's mouth out of your peripheral, "that you suggested we play pool solely so you could do this and intentionally get me flustered."

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart," he responded coyly. "I just thought you might enjoy learning how to play pool."

"Uh huh," you mumbled.

Matt chuckled as he released you, your body becoming colder at the absence of him wrapped around you. 

"I'll stop distracting you and let you break on your own," he said, taking a few steps back.

You forced yourself to focus on the pool table before you and not Matt's hard to ignore presence nearby. Slowly pulling the cue back in your hands, you clumsily shot it forward. The cue ball smacked into the balls with a loud clatter, the balls scattering around the table. You weren’t remotely surprised when nothing went into a pocket.

"This is going to be the easiest game you've ever won," you told Matt, pushing away from the table and righting yourself.

"And yet somehow," he began, resting his pool cue against his body as his hands began rolling up his dress shirt sleeves, your eyes glued to the slow reveal of his muscled forearms, "it'll be the most enjoyable game I've ever played."

Your focus was on the dark hairs along his arms and his noticeable veins as he rolled up his other sleeve. Trying to control your body so Matt wouldn't realize just how much you were reacting to a bit of skin, you wondered if there was anything about this man that wasn't mind-numbingly attractive. 

You were pretty sure there wasn't. 

"See something you like?" 

Your eyes widened as they snapped back up to Matt's smirking face, his gaze fixed on your chest, his head tilting to the side. No doubt listening to the traitorous beat of your heart. You cleared your throat, realizing he'd caught you staring despite your attempts to remain calm. 

"That's not fair that not only do you have an effect on me," you said, heading back towards the table your beer was on, "but that you can also tell that you do. Meanwhile, I'm just awkward and have zero effect on you." You grabbed your beer, bringing it towards your mouth as you added, "Though I suppose I at least don't need heightened senses to know your heart isn't racing because of me."

Matt's brows shot up onto his forehead in surprise. "You think you have no effect on me?" he asked.

You swallowed down the beer and headed back towards Matt at the pool table, grabbing his wrist carefully and leading him towards the opposite side of the table to where the cue ball had ended up. You scoffed in response to the question, reaching both of your hands out to place his on the white ball. 

"Cue ball is here," you told him, not offering him any other answer. "You want a rundown of the table or…?"

He shook his head lightly as you released your hold on his hand. "No," he told you. "Marci isn't here, I can tell where everything is on the table for now so we don't need to keep up the pretense that I don’t. Until I pocket something."

You nodded, taking another pull of your beer. He could tell where the balls were on the table, but deciphering which was a solid or a stripe–or the eight ball–wasn't something he could do. You'd watched him play pool enough to generally know when his abilities were not able to help him, because he was still blind after all, but whenever Marci was around everyone would have to pretend he needed even more assistance since she didn't know about his heightened senses.

Matt's eyes focused on the table now, his head darting around a few times as one hand still lingered on the cue ball. You took another sip of your beer, curiously watching him scan the pool table however it was that he could. You'd always been impressed by how he did it. And then he bent over the table, lining up the cue stick with the white ball and aiming for his shot. Inevitably your eyes dipped down, staring at the way his dress pants clung to his ass. You bit your bottom lip trying to tear your eyes away from the sight but they kept returning. 

"For the record," Matt called back to you, "you do have an effect on me."

Your eyes narrowed curiously as he pulled the cue back before abruptly snapping it forward. The white ball barreled forward along the table, smacking into the blue two and sinking it straight into the pocket beside it.

"You’re solids," you called out to him, crossing the couple of steps towards him. 

You reached out, your hand grabbing onto his wrist with every intention of guiding him towards the cue ball for his next shot, but his hand twisted around in your hold until he was grabbing your wrist. His hip gently pushed forward into yours until he had spun you so your back was to the pool table, the top of the table cutting into your lower back as you emitted a soft gasp of surprise. He was pinning your free hand to the edge of the table now, his other hand reaching out to rest his cue against the side of it. His free hand then made its way towards your right hand still holding your beer. Your eyes were locked on his the entire time, noting how his gaze remained fixed along your collarbone, his jaw clenched tight. His hand slowly slipped the beer from yours, setting it on the edge of the pool table before he carefully took your hand in his, gradually guiding it up to rest on his chest just above his heart. 

Your gaze dropped down to where your hand was splayed wide over the blue dress shirt, his large hand encircling your wrist. He leaned in towards you, the tip of his nose so close it almost touched your own. He whispered your name, the sound causing your nails to lighty dig into his chest instantly. That’s when you noticed the uptick in Matt’s heart beneath your hand. Your breathing almost stuttered to a stop at the observation.

“You most definitely have an effect on me,” he murmured.

You felt dizzy. Between the alcohol in your system and the fact that he was only mere centimeters from you, along with the realization that you were in fact increasing his heart rate, you felt like the room was spinning. Your eyes traveled up to where his lips were so close to your own, a small shiver racing down your spine. You were contemplating closing the small gap between you two and kissing him, but then his hand released your wrist and he stepped back, no longer pressing you into the pool table. Standing there, you took a moment to recover, inhaling a couple of deep breaths as Matt grinned back at you.

“So,” Matt said, reaching over and grabbing his cue, “you want to show me where the cue ball is and give me a rundown of the table now?”

“I–uh, yeah,” you agreed. 

Blinking hard, you gently pushed off of the pool table and turned, grabbing your beer in one hand before heading back towards Matt. He had a cocky smirk on his face as you reached out and took his arm, leading him to the other side of the pool table still slightly dazed. Once again you guided his hand to the cue ball and then gave him a quick breakdown of where everything was located on the table. You stepped back to let him take his shot, your mind still reeling at the fact that you actually got his heart pounding. Taking a drink of your beer, you swallowed down the alcohol hoping it would help calm your increasing nerves.

“You said you’re watching your nephew tomorrow?” Matt asked, his focus on lining up his shot.

His voice brought you back to the present, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

You cleared your throat, your mouth feeling dry despite the beer. “Yeah, my uh, my sister has an appointment and her usual sitter is unavailable so Hudson is spending the afternoon with me,” you answered.

Matt took his shot, the cue ball smacking into a stripe that went flying off of a bumper and knocked the solid five into the middle left pocket. By this point you’d watched Matt play pool enough to not be too surprised, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still impressed. 

He turned around, grinning at you as you stepped forward, grabbing his wrist and bringing him to the end of the pool table where the cue ball was sitting. You gave him the usual briefing of the table before pointing him to the cue ball and stepping back.

“You seemed like you were looking forward to that,” he mused, his focus on the game.

“Yeah,” you agreed, smiling. “Hudson is probably the wackiest three year old I’ve ever met. He’s obsessed with this Christmas dog movie right now. Pretty sure Amber said he’s watched it every evening for the past two and a half weeks now.”

Matt paused, shooting you a curious smile over his shoulder. “But it’s July…?”

You laughed, nodding your head. “Yes, it is. But you try telling him that,” you said. “When he gets into something, he really gets into something. He told me he wants to celebrate Christmas tomorrow so I’m digging this two foot tree out of my closet for him to decorate. Amber will probably hate me because he’ll probably want her to get her decorations out, but eh,” you said with a shrug. “She can consider it payback for embarrassing me at last year’s Thanksgiving. That’s what sisters are for anyway.”

Matt eyed you for a moment longer, an unreadable expression on his face that had one of your brows raising questioningly. And then he turned back and re-lined up his shot.

“What was that about?” you asked him.

“Hmm?” he asked distractedly.

“That look,” you said. “What was that look?”

“I just think it’s sweet how close you are with your family,” he said softly.

He pulled the cue back, striking it forward into the cue ball. It was no surprise when he pocketed the solid three. He pushed back off of the table and turned, shrugging lightly.

“I never really had that,” he admitted. “And my family holidays currently consist of being invited over to Foggy’s family parties ever since college. Before that, after my dad passed…I didn’t really have any of that.”

Your heart ached at the thought of sweet Matt longing to have family to celebrate and spend time with over the years growing up. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you crossed the space between the two of you. This time you grabbed his hand instead of his arm or wrist, intertwining your fingers with his and giving him a gentle squeeze. 

“Play your cards right, Murdock,” you whispered, “maybe you can watch Amber embarrass me at my family’s next Thanksgiving.”

The corner of his lip twitched upwards and he leaned forward, affectionately kissing the top of your head. Your smile grew wider at the gesture.

“I’d like that,” he whispered into your hair.

He pulled back and you led him to the opposite side of the pool table, cheeks burning. You reached your interlocked hands out and placed his on the cue ball, turning your head to Matt just at your back.

“At this rate you’re just playing this game by yourself,” you joked.

“I’ll miss this shot intentionally,” he told you. “So you can take a shot.”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “There’s really no point,” you said. “I don’t even stand a chance against you anyway.”

“Oh, there’s a point,” he whispered beside your ear. “It gives me an excuse to touch you again.”

Your cheeks flamed further as you ducked your head, releasing your hand from his. You nervously chewed your thumbnail as you gave him a breakdown of the table again and then stepped back, gnawing further on your nail as you watched him hit the cue ball. He didn't sink a solid, but he did suspiciously line a stripe up perfectly in front of the back left pocket for you. 

"Your turn, sweetheart," he said, turning towards you with a grin.

Walking back to the table where Matt's long forgotten beer still sat, you set down yours beside it before grabbing your cue. Then you made your way to the middle of the pool table where the cue ball currently was and eyed the stripe near the back left of the table. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Matt making his way towards you.

"Would you like some assistance?" he asked, voice husky as he placed his cue against the table and out of your way.

"Who am I to deny your excuse to touch me?" you teased boldly.

He grinned mischievously, both of his brows rising up onto his forehead as he came up behind you and easily slipped his hands onto your waist. You felt his stubble scratch your neck lightly as he rubbed his cheek along your skin. A moment later you felt his warm lips place a kiss just over the pulse point on your throat. A soft sigh rolled out of your mouth and Matt’s fingers dug further into your pelvis, pushing your hips back into him behind you until your ass was tightly pressed into the front of him. His nose brushed the hair from beside your ear before you felt him place a kiss just below it, right at the base of your jaw. Your eyes instantly closed, your breath coming in unsteadily at the sensation. A nearly inaudible hum vibrated in your throat in response. He shifted just a bit until his lips were beside your ear. 

“Who am I to deny your desire to have me touch you?” he whispered.

Your head rolled towards him, your brows pulling together as a faint whine left you. You whimpered his name as your hands rose up to cover his over your hips. His nose nuzzled into your neck, his mouth now lingering at the edge of your collarbone.

“You make such beautiful sounds,” he murmured into your skin. “I could spend all night listening to them and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Your hands clamped down hard on top of his. You were incredibly turned on now standing in the middle of Josie’s; so much so that you were contemplating dragging him into the dirty bathroom or to the alley out back. Shit, you’d almost beg him to throw you over the pool table and tear off your stupid dress pants and fuck you senseless right here if only it would quell the growing, desperate raging need building inside of you. And he was barely doing anything–hardly touching you, barely kissing you, and whispering a few words. You didn’t understand how your body was this insanely worked up, craving him so fiercely that you’d started whimpering in his arms. 

“But not tonight,” Matt whispered, pulling away from your neck. “I want you sober for that, sweetheart.”

Your teeth grit down hard, a sharp breath expelling from your nose. How were you supposed to finish out this pool game worked up like this? 

His hands slipped out from underneath yours and he took a step back, clearing his throat loudly. You were trying to regain your composure as you glanced back over at him, slightly disappointed when you saw him slipping his glasses back on his face.

“Maybe I should–” he swallowed hard, taking a step back from you, “–walk you back home now. Before we uh, get a little too in over our heads here.”

With a defeated sigh you nodded, wondering what you’d done wrong. You made sure to down the rest of your beer before accepting Matt’s hand, the pool game completely forgotten now. 

The couple block walk back to your apartment had been filled with sexual tension–at least on your end. Matt had tried his best to detract from that with conversation, but you couldn’t shake the lingering arousal and it was only made worse by the fact that you had known when you’d reached your apartment he’d give you a kiss and head on home. 

Which is exactly what had happened.

And that meant that shortly after you’d gotten into your apartment and changed into comfortable clothes, even truly trying to calm yourself down, you’d ended up in your bedroom. On your bed. Touching yourself with one hand down your cotton shorts and underwear while thinking about Matt. 

You were biting your lip, panting heavily thinking about the way he’d gripped your hips tonight. Your fingers were moving against yourself as you tried to recall the kiss in the hotel room, the image of his slightly tented sweatpants coming to mind. Moaning softly as you thought about the feel of his tongue in your mouth and the way his hips had rutted briefly into yours on the hotel bed. You were trying to imagine what that would have been like had you two both not been fully clothed.

You were getting worked up all over again recalling the pool game tonight, panting harder as you vaguely registered the sound of something in the other room. Your head was tipped back on your pillow, your eyes closed as you continued to finger yourself, wishing desperately that it was Matt’s cock inside of you instead of your own fingers. 

That sound coming from the other room again broke through your thoughts and you briefly stopped, your hand pausing. It took your brain a few moments to realize what the sound was but when it did you let out a long, low groan of embarrassment, your hand sliding out of your shorts as you rolled over to bury your burning face into your pillow.

It was Matt knocking on your window, most likely dressed as Daredevil. And you were deadly certain he knew damn well what you’d just been doing with his damned heightened senses. 

This was beyond embarrassing–this was absolutely mortifying. 

“Nobody’s home,” you called out, voice muffled in your pillow. 

A deep chuckle across your bedroom caused you to yelp and roll over, eyes wide as you saw Matt standing in the threshold with the red helmet in one of his hands. He was grinning devilishly down at you, his unfixed gaze focused on your chest.

“Oh my God, Matt!” you shouted. “You can’t just barge in on me!”

“The window was unlocked,” he said, still grinning at you in a way that had your temperature rising as he took a step into your room. “I was on my way out to do one of my usual patrols, and I usually stop by your place to make sure you’re okay,” he began, “which is what I normally do with Figueroa still out there. And I really try not to pay too much attention but I–" he bit his lip, his beautiful sightless eyes scanning you on the bed,"–I couldn't tune you out. And it sounded like you could…use a hand.”

You groaned again, rolling face first into your pillow. You would have to move out of state now. Change your name. Find a new hot guy to pine over and hope he eventually gave you the time of day. Because this was humiliating now.

“ This is officially the most embarrassed I’ve ever been,” you grumbled into the pillow. 

Matt chuckled again and you felt the bed dip down, your eyes going wide against your pillow. Was he sitting on your bed now? What the hell was going on?

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said. "Besides, in a minute I'll make it worth the initial near heart attack you're having."

You heard the faint sounds of metal snaps clicking and your brows furrowed. Hesitantly you shifted along the pillow so you could see what was going on. Matt was indeed sitting on the bed beside you, his Daredevil mask discarded on your bedroom floor, as he intently undid his gloves. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him, your face still flushed.

“What are you doing?” you asked him cautiously.

“Well,” he said, pulling off the last glove on his hand, “clearly I started something earlier with you that I didn't finish." 

He tossed the glove onto your bedroom floor as he turned towards you, the look on his face causing you to sink further into the bed. He looked like he was going to eat you alive.

"And right now I'd really like to help you finish," he whispered. 

One of his hands reached out towards you, landing along your bare thigh, just above your knee. You couldn't control the shudder that ran through your body. A moment ago you'd been embarrassed, but right now you had quickly shifted back to nervous and aroused. 

"Would you like that?" he asked huskily. 

Swallowing hard, you nodded slowly. "Yes," you breathed out. 

He shifted along the bed until he was beside you, leaning up against your headboard. His hands reached out and pulled you towards him as he muttered, "come here," briefly. 

You found yourself soon sitting in between his red and black Devil suit-clad legs, your back to his muscled chest with your legs spread slightly between his. His face was hovering just above your right shoulder, his mouth placing gentle kisses on the skin beside it. 

Gradually his right hand snaked its way down your stomach towards the top of your shorts while his left hand was sliding its way under your shirt, resting on the skin just below your bralette. His fingers briefly dipped down beneath the waistband of your shorts and your breathing quickly increased. 

“Were you thinking about me?” Matt asked beside your ear, the fingers of his right hand grazing over the damp underwear covering your mound. “Touching yourself while thinking of me?”

“Yes,” you whispered automatically, feeling lightheaded.

He inhaled sharply beside your ear, the sound drawing goosebumps over your skin. "So wet just thinking about me, hmm?" he murmured, his hand slipping down into your underwear next. 

His mouth placed a kiss along your neck and your eyes fluttered closed. You could feel two of his thick fingers slipping between your moist folds and you bit your lip. His fingers slid back and forth a few passes between the slick of you and you whined.

"I think I can get you wetter," he whispered. 

The pad of his middle finger began gently drawing circles along your clit, your head immediately dropping backwards onto Matt's armored shoulder behind you. His left hand tucked itself underneath the thin fabric of your bralette, his hand cupping the entirety of your left breast. The warmth of him had your nipple stiffening into a peak in his palm. 

"Matt," you moaned his name.

Your brain was no longer even able to remember how he'd just found you. The recent embarrassment was long forgotten under the ministrations of his hands. And damn if he didn't know how to use them.

"That's it, sweetheart," he praised. "Let me take care of you."

Your hips squirmed against him, his finger drawing faster patterns on your clit. A deep moan was building in your throat when you felt his fingers lightly pinching your nipple. Your head turned towards him on his shoulder, your eyes half-lidded as they took in the sight of him beside you. His dark brows were creased together, a look of pleasure on his own face as he focused on getting you off. No doubt listening to the sounds your body was making, which you'd already learned were a turn on for him.

That low moan that had been building inside of you abruptly vibrated its way out of your throat at the sight of him. He was beautiful with that slightly blissed out look on his face, and at the sound of your moan, his brows pinched together just a bit more, his eyes snapping shut. That had your pulse racing and your orgasm approaching. He was enjoying this. A lot .

Hesitantly your right hand reached up towards his face, tentatively cupping his stubbled cheek. His eyes flew open again, his gaze landing on you. You saw his dark brows raise onto his forehead in a silent question. You bit your lip, suddenly feeling shy despite the fact that Matt had one hand down your underwear circling your clit and the other playing with the nipple of your right breast. 

Carefully you leaned in towards him, desperately wanting to kiss him but too shy to just say so. You lightly brushed your lips against his, silently begging him to kiss you. As if he understood the question, his mouth softly connected itself to yours. Immediately you kissed him with an urgent need in return, the hand not cupping his cheek landing on the top of his thigh beside you, gripping the thick muscle of his leg through the strange material of his suit.

His hand slipped out of your bralette, making its way down your body and into your underwear, skirting around his other hand, the palm of which was lightly pressing down on your pelvis now as his middle finger continued its maddeningly delicious movements on your clit. You felt one of his fingers on his left hand tease the entrance of your slickened slit, a rumble in his chest vibrating against your back when he realized how wet you were. A second later you felt one of his thick fingers dip inside you, your mouth momentarily going slack as a moan fell out of you. Matt took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the soft, languid movements of it soon drawing high, breathy whines from you. 

Your hand dug into the strange armor on his thigh even harder, that lightheaded sensation growing as you chased further after your climax. He slipped a second finger inside of you next, both fingers pumping rapidly now. As your hips began moving with the thrusts of Matt’s fingers, breathy whines becoming needy whimpers, Matt’s mouth turned its attention on your earlobe. He nipped lightly along the skin, your body shuddering against his which only further encouraged him. 

“I can feel how close you are,” he whispered into your ear. “You’re right there, sweetheart.”

The sound of his voice had your cunt tightening around the fingers he was still determinedly fucking you with. You were close; between the movements of his finger along your clit, the way his two fingers were hitting just the right spot in you over and over, and the feel of his tongue gliding along the shell of your ear, his sharp breaths amplified–you were about to cum.

“Ma-att,” you whimpered his name, drawing it out into two syllables.

“Let go for me,” he purred into your ear.

And you did.

With a sharp cry, your head rolling even further back on his shoulder and your back arching, you came hard on his fingers. His hands continued their attentive movements, working you through the orgasm that quickly had you shaking in his arms. They didn’t stop until the fluttering of your inner walls stopped squeezing so tight to his fingers. Slowly he slipped them out of you, both of his hands making their way back out of your underwear.

You were breathing hard, eyes closed as your head was half hanging off of his shoulder. Your mind was utterly blank, completely devoid of all thoughts as you tried to recover from the mind-shattering orgasm he’d given you with just his hands. 

Eventually, as he shifted a little behind you, you realized what had just happened, your head darting up from his shoulder and your nerves quickly flooding back.

Matt had caught you masturbating to thoughts of him and then you’d just gotten off very loudly to him fingering you. Your hands flew up to your face in awkward embarrassment–why the hell had you agreed to just let him get you off after barging in on you like that? Had you really been that horny?

“What’s with the fight or flight response this time?” Matt asked, his tone amused beside your ear.

“You just caught me in a private moment and then did…all of that,” you muttered into your hands.

“All of which was very hot,” he mused.

That was when you noticed the faint bulge pressing against your ass. Was he hard right now?

Your hands fell from your face and you glanced back at him. Your eyes widened as you saw him smirking back at you, popping the two fingers he’d just fucked you with into his mouth. His eyes momentarily closed as he sucked the slick of your arousal from his fingers, your jaw momentarily dropping in shock. And then he pulled the two fingers back out, his eyes opening as an amused smile played along his lips.

“You taste pretty damn good, too,” he told you.

You felt your heart slam hard into your chest before it began rapidly pounding at his words–from nerves or from a second wave of arousal, you weren’t entirely sure. Matt chuckled lightly though, the sound rumbling against your back that was still against his chest.

“I can only imagine the reaction your body is going to have when we finally have sex,” he teased, “if this is how it reacts to just my fingers.”

With a groan, your head fell back against his shoulder. “You’re going to be the death of me, Matthew Murdock.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, his face burying itself against your exposed neck. “I certainly hope that’s not the reaction your body has to me fucking you, sweetheart.”

“Oh my God ,” you groaned, trying to hide behind your hands yet again.

Matt chuckled, a smile forming on his lips along the skin of your neck.

You were pretty sure sex with Matthew Murdock probably was going to kill you. 

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock series #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader

[crushedsweets]

so I can't find it, but when the proxies were helping clocks, you mentioned that Tim doesn't like it when she screams or cries. Something about it bothering him. I wish I could recall.

OK SO i also cant find the post (cuz of tumblrs tagging system) buuut i'm gonna use this to ramble about clocky meeting the proxies again, since i sorta adjusted it...

in my au, O/S syndrome refers to slender sickness. it usually starts with the operator taking COMPLETE control over someone's body and mind, and then slenderman 'stealing' them and making them do his bidding (clean up operator problems) which results in them having a 'proxy mode' vs their 'normal' mode

so clockys backstory goes as usual, then towards the end she starts slowly getting O/S syndrome. i sort of want her introduction to toby/the proxies to be ALMOST a reflection of how toby and clocky canonically met. (her getting hurt cuz of him, him helping her as an apology)

so around the time natalie replaced her eye with a clock, O/S syndrome fully set in. while sick, she couldn't form memories, she had inhuman strength, an insatiable bloodlust - just became a general menace, and because bodies started dropping all around tuscaloosa with operator symbols slashed into walls, the proxies had to intervene.

it started with toby stalking her while she's stalking her next victim. her and toby get into a huge tussle and she locks onto him as her next victim. he chooses to play cat and mouse and run off to the forest, having her follow. i'm imagining an almost comical scene where she's slashing around branches and stuff with a machete and he's like 'ahhh cant catch meeeee' and she's screaming obscenities. . .

then by time he ends up at the cabin, tim or brian probably knock her out since she's, yknow, a huge threat. a bat to the back of her head.

and she would wake up in their spare 'storage' room thats filled to the brim with boxes, old bikes, massive stacks of newspapers, cds, etc. she'd probably have her wrists zip tied to an exposed pipe and she'd be losing her fucking mind. screaming at the top of her lungs, thrashing around, whatever. "LET ME GO YOU FUCKING FREAKS LET ME GO ILL KILL YOU ILL FUCKING KILL YOU"

the way to slowly heal O/S syndrome is being around slenderman(aka in his forest) for a long time, until the Operator loses grasp. the way to quickly deal with O/S syndrome is to um.. no nice way to put this. slendermans jaw unhinges and he oozes this gross fucking black tar-like goo, and drinking it (or putting it into pill capsules and taking those) makes the operator let go. it doesnt really have a taste, thank god, but it is thicker than water.

so it would be a whole ordeal of toby coming in like heeeeyyyy... lol... and he would think shes REALLY BADASS because he's never met a woman like her (so strong, loud mouthed, violent, etc). plus he's kinda lonely in general so LMFAOOOO . so he wants to befriend her, and is kinda ignoring the fat that she's mad as hell.

but she's in so much agony. from the O/S syndrome to getting hit with a bat, she's screaming and crying and never shutting up. throwing up, trying to literally bite and kick the proxies if they even bring in water. so toby would be 'designated' to her because "well youre the dumb fuck who brought her here, you deal with it"

he'd probably have to trick her into taking one of the pills or putting the sludge into an opaque water bottle or something. after the first bit is ingested, she quickly gains more clarity. he'd try getting a cot or air mattress set up for her. bring a book and drawing supplies. he wants her to trust him. within a day or two, she'd already start feeling immensely better and the operator is letting go - and toby would stupidly trust her, and completely undo the zipties, and she'd run the fuck off, and he'd be like FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK. and not even a week later, she'd come back. because she's horribly sick again. and she'd beg for the stupid pills.

and she'd start to trust toby, and eventually kate. . and a little bit brian. but she would still not fuck with tim cuz it is true, he would hate all the screaming, and would occasionally bang on the door and shout at her to quiet down.

but yeah . . thats how she gets situated with the proxies and her O/S syndrome is healed. :3

#asks #clockwork #creeped #hcs

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Skipped the day yesterday because my PC died, but I’ll try to write more replies today!

Starting with the ones related to our recently posted drawings~ But there are also some about twst characters and ships: Malleus, Riddle, Sebek/Jamil and many many more.

hipsterteller asked:

*sees Azul and Idia making out* welp someone better take a picture

I’m pretty sure Jade and Floyd are already on it. Maybe Ortho too, but for more wholesome reasons than the tweels…

hipsterteller asked:

Dang it Kalim…

He just HAD to ask Jamil to come back as soon as possible!

Anonymous asked:

~ 🎵 There goes the vizier hauling ass, like always 🎵 ~

Lmao thank you for the mental image of Jamil racing through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes. Looks like he forgot to get the food though... Maybe he and Kalim could have some fish for dinner?

You’re welcome~ Poor Jamil, getting food from the store isn’t even his job, but he was nice enough to go, and for what? To race right back through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes 😭

If Azul, Jade and Floyd didn’t bring them a pizza this time, they’ll have to have fish for dinner…

Anonymous asked:

Jamil is gonna murder these people, he doesn't care if he gets in trouble. That reminds me, does the...oh who am I kidding, of course they knew Jamil is acting like a snake by using Kalim again.

Jamil is so sick and tired of them, it’s been 30 seconds and he is already done LOL

They probably haven’t seen each other in quite some time, and Jamil isn’t planning on doing his subtle-Kalim-seduction thing in front of these three, but I have a feeling they’ll still notice that there is something going on between them. They know a snake when they see one…

Anonymous asked:

We seen the mafia Octavinelle often visiting Scalding Sands, but what about the Shrouds visiting there since they are often with the mafia?

Oh Ortho would love to visit, but he doesn’t usually get to go with the Octavinelle trio and stays by Idia’s side; and Idia probably hates the idea of visiting Scalding Sands, because it’s way too hot, and Kalim and Jamil are there, and Kalim is annoying and Jamil is scary, and the whole thing is going to be awkward, what is this really, a college reuinon? Yada-yada, mumbling Idia noises.

But still, they’ll visit them at least once. Even if Azul isn’t persuasive enough, Ortho’s puppy eyes are going to break Idia’s will for sure.

snowblub asked:

Whenever I see a post of yours and I know it's yours btw I look at what's there then forget I'm following you then go up to press follow and then realise that I do follow you. Short memory struggles... The amount of times this has happened is a bit embarrassing ngl.

But at least now you know that you got someone who would follow you a hundred times if possible?? I just thought to tell you.

AHHH This is so sweet of you?? Thank you so much. The fact that my drawings give you an urge to press follow despire already following is such an amazing thing to hear! <3 <3 <3

Anonymous asked:

I made the mistake of showing a newer friend your twitter account, I did warn them...😭😭😭

Like yes I like you BEACUSE your problematic, someone has to speak for us :(

~Anon &lt;3

Ohh, I hope you didn’t have a bad fight with them, Anon. Having arguments and even falling-outs with friends because of ship-related content is always unfortunate :(

We can only speak for ourselves, but if you feel seen/inspired by the fact that we have the audacity to post our problematic stuff, I’m very happy to hear that!! <3 Thank you for supporting us.

Anonymous asked:

I've also been thinking about how Malleus threw off the dom/sub radar, and I think it's funny if he throws off everyone else's radar too and even himself guesses whether others are doms/subs wrong like 90% of the time LOL that's how we got rollo & mal flirting with each other, both convinced the other is going to rail them later that night, only to be met with disappointment😔 it's okay boys, there are plenty of gargoyles in the sea....

Anon THIS! I COMPLETELY AGREE lol Especially with Rollo and Malleus; I don’t know if Rollo expected anything from Malleus (he was being a tsundere, that’s for sure), but Malleus clearly read the room in… his own way…

We like to joke that this happens because Malleus learned the art of flirting from Lilia.

Now I can’t stop imagining Malleus’ confused blinks when he learns about the dom/sub positioning of some of the couples.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Epel would like Heathers?

I don't know, Anon, I think Epel wouldn't really get Heathers 😭 But he'll appreciate the fact that it's less "girly" and more intense.

Anonymous asked:

"azul is only hot when he's angry" anon here. i changed my mind. i saw the light. im a redeemed soul.

Ah Anon! It’s good to hear back from you and see that you are no longer a hater of Azul’s natural immeasurable sex appeal. I’m sure Azul would be very pleased to hear that (and sexy) <3

(But in all seriousness I do wonder what made you change your mind…)

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if he's ever expressed a desire to become one in canon, but occasionally I cone across fics and fanart that portray Riddle as a Prosecutor. Every time I end up imagining him as an Ace Attorney rival and then end up laughing because I picture Phoenix thinking 'I thought I was done with the Von Karmas.'

Anon, he fits the role of an Ace Attorney Prosecutor PERFECTLY, and he would be SUCH AN ANNOYING BITCH TO PLAY AGAISNT LOL We love Ace Attorney very much, so we also joke about Riddle being a prosecutor from time to time. I have at least one sketch related to this topic but we posted it on ko-fi.

Our go-to is usually to give Ace the Attorney role, not only because of his name, but also because him being confrontational with Riddle is always a fun thing to imagine.

Imagine Riddle’s angry sprites as a prosecutor… he’s even worse than some of the Von Karmas… at least he doesn’t use a whip I guess lol

Anonymous asked:

i saw this sebejami doujin on pixiv and Sebek is my favorite boy along with Ortho so, what do you think about their dynamic?

They’re intriguing! It’s always interesting when someone who isn’t Malleus gets Sebek’s kind-of-sort-of-approval (a very important achievement I know), and Jamil somehow managed to do it. Maybe it’s because he managed to sit through Sebek’s hours-long rant about Malleus’ grateness in that one vignette, but it honestly shows just how interestingly their personalities play based off each other. Jamil is constantly done with everyone’s bs, but he’s unfrotunately tolerant enough to take a passive role and listen. But he is also enough of a tease to enjoy Sebek’s “cute” and silly moments, like when he watched him almost fight a goat during the Glorious Masquerade event. So I feel like to him Sebek would be a massive pain in the ass (and let’s be honest, with Jamil – who isn’t?), but also have his surprisingly endearing moments.

But this is based on their interactions in the Glorious Masquerade event + that one vignette in which Jamil promised to listen to Sebek’s odes for Malleus lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you have any headcanons of if it's revealed Lilia and Malleus are married or at least SHOULD be? Cause, again, the idea of Silver never questioning kisses and what not until NRC when they said I Love Yous and kissed in public and someone pointed it out is so funny to be

The thought has never occurred to me because to be honest, just like Silver, I never question anything that Lilia does lol

But I can picture some people from the NRC being confused about Lilia and Malleus’ relationship, because they’re definitely closer than just being friends… so while I’m not sure if they would think about them as a married couple(or who should get married), some people definitely think they’re banging lol

And Silver is very chill about it… if only these people knew the whole truth about Lilia’s relationship with both Silver and Malleus… marriage is the last thing that would come to their mind lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Hot take: Deuce gives Jack boob-jobs aka when you put a boner between the pectorals aka breasts/boobs and either the person receiving would move against the chest or the one who's chest is being used would squeezed their chest together and bounce. Thank my cousin for this random headcanon, never needed to know this was a thing but here we are

This 100% should be a thing, and Deuce 100% should do that, because Jack deserves it!!

This also 100% wouldn’t be Jack’s idea, so… I’m looking at Deuce knowing that he has seen this before. What are you reading/watching in your free time, Deuce?

#replies #our aus #mafia au #sultan au

[hey-august]

(Absolutely failed posting this the first time 🤡)

Ahhh, I love 2 truths and 1 lie! Thanks for the tag here, @sordidmusings !! For you, I think the track & field one is the lie. Mostly because I'm invested in the other two. 👀

Here are mine - injury edition:

🦴 In middle school gym class we were jumping over track hurdles, which was a first for many of us. I was not (and am not) athletically inclined, so I fell over the first hurdle. And the second. Which is how I broke my left arm. No gore, but the break was visible without an x-ray and required surgery to reset the bone. Also, my crush was in the same gym class, so imagine the mortification.

🪡 When I was younger and my aunt would watch us kids, she'd also corral me to help clean her house. Usually vacuuming, polishing wood tables, or helping clean glass light fixtures. This time I was picking up bits and pieces from her carpeted floor and I unknowingly kneeled on a sewing needle. I didn't know what happened, just that something hurt. Then my family went on a trip which was cut short when I had trouble walking. An x-ray later, I had surgery, a cast, and no more kneedle.

🦷 Another childhood injury was from riding bikes with one of my brothers around the cul-de-sac in front of our childhood house. We were racing and he jammed his front bike tire against the back of mine. With the abrupt stop, I lost balance and completely face planted in the asphalt. My mom was a nurse (now retired) and wrapped me in a blanket to assess the damage under all the tears and blood. One of my baby teeth got knocked out, which my brother tried to find outside but couldn't. Other than that, no lasting damage!

No pressure tags to join: @turtletaubwrites @galaxycunt @discordantwritings

Take a guess at the lie and play along with your own 2 truths and a lie! (Also, feel free to guess, even if I didn't tag u 🩷🩷)

#tag game #love this for april 1st

[gintokiu]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

love love love getting Tumblr messages, especially if they come from Rena! thank you so much for thinking to tag me and get me back on this ye olde blog. I will do my best to answer since most of my favorites are unfinished and waiting for me to have time to complete them asdfgh anyway, starting from the bottom:

5. Unfinished, unposted work: Worth the Wait

This one is fun because it's something I'm currently working on and I am soo obsessed with it; it's an AU of a fantasy game that I've put way too many hours into recently. I think that the overall premise of the story is something akin to finding things in places that you wouldn't expect them to be, which I always love when it comes to Gintoki and Hijikata, because that's kind of like, their thing? It's set right now to be three or four chapters long and ahh I can't wait for it to be done. I hope, like usual, that the AU doesn't shy people away because they might not know about it/played the game. :') I can't help I only like writing AUs I'm sorry adsfgh

4. Fahrenheit

This story has such humble beginnings and such a warm place in my heart. It was actually the first ginhiji fic I ever wrote and oh god, it was fucking horrible. Rewrote it when I matured more as a writer and am hoping that I figure out where exactly I want this one to end because it's a bit of a toss-up. Right now, I am simply enjoying writing all the modern-day fluff and antics (and sex) until the plot decides to cement itself properly in my brain.

3. Hirudinea

The big one, the one that my brain refuses to write even though I have the plot all there waiting for me to write it. The powerpoint for this story is crazy. I'm looking forward to one day getting to tie this one up with a nice little bow and give it the proper love it deserves, but I want to finish other things first. Forcing myself to write things only ever ends in me hating them and I refuse for that to be the case with this story because there is so much love for it in me and seemingly in the community <3

2. Ninety-Nine and The Flight, the Fall, and the Forsaking of a Crow

There are two for this spot because I can't make up my mind. The Flight is another one with very humble beginnings. I wrote this, god, six or so years ago originally? Rewrote it when I started posting my work and fell in love with the new rendition of it so much. I'm such a sucker for transformations and gaining new understandings of the world, which is exactly what Gintoki gets to go through, which is why it means so much to me. The pacing is there, the emotion is there. Truly one of my favorites of mine that remind myself that I can write sometimes, LOL.

Ninety-nine I love because it is so easy to write. It's the child that never backtalks, never gets in trouble-- it's just golden. The plot for this is fleshed out all the way to the end and the powerpoint is thirty slides longer than Hirudinea's at a whopping 91 slides. It's a beast. I have end chapters completely written, just waiting for the rest of it to catch up. While definitely not my most popular piece, it's the one that I love to work on the most and I hope I can give it the ending that it deserves :') ahhh there's so much I want to say but can't so I'll just leave it here and talk about it later when it gets closer to being complete.

Things That Happen During the In-Between

Certainly did not expect this work to get the recognition that it did when it was posted. When I tell y'all that I hated this story for the longest time because I reread the same scenes fifteen, twenty times over, edited each one at least three or four times super in-depth to the point where it became beyond predictable in my mind. So then I post this, and people are all like "I cried!" I'm like HUH what do you mean you cried? this work sucks?? So then I waited like a month, reread it, and understood that yeah, okay, I actually didn't do that bad of a job with this one. My personal favorite aspect of this story is the characterization, because there are so many parts where I can read through it and say with confidence that that's a very "them" thing to say/do. (I also just love and adore the second movie, it's such a good film and I'm glad that I was able to do it some justice with this story.)

this was such a treat to do, once more thank you @renamusing for tagging me <3 I'll send a few out to some authors who I think are active on my tumblr so if you get one then consider it a little forehead kiss mwha

#ginhijigin #ginhiji #alex talks #im going to be more active on here hopefully #my works

[bayonettaboy111]

Stuff I've ordered from Victoria's Secret/PINK !

Okayy so basically, for whatever reason, I ended up getting a $100 PINK gift card from my mama cause I guess she didn't want it. Now obviously I'm not going to buy lingeries, since I'd really have no use for them, so I decided to look at the cosmetic stuff! So heres what I bought :3 I would add photos but its an odd number of them so it would look weird🙁

・┆✦Bond Repair Treatment Mask✦ ┆・ This was kind of a compulsive buy since it was on clearance but you know, nothing wrong with treating myself 🤷‍♂️ people were saying it made their hair shiny so I added it to my cart. Though I'm not sure if it'll work all that well for me since I was curly hair - like 2c - so we'll just have to see.

Okay so I had doubts about it when I first got it but it actually works really well!! The ends of my hair aren't as split looking and my natural curls have been holding a tad bit longer. My only warning would be that it's very liquid-y so you need to be really careful not for spill it if your in the shower. 9/10

・┆✦VS HIM Platinum Body Lotion✦ ┆・ I'm gonna be honest, I've never really used cologne before 🧚‍♂️...I've mostly ever used unisex stuff. But I've been wanting to try a cologne and this VS ones had good reviews on other websites. I was going to buy the duo set but it made me go over my giftcard limit so I just settled for the body lotion. Good enough

I haven't exactly been able to wear this as much yet, as I don't really have a perfume/spray that would fit with it, but I can say it smells really good! I'm sorry I can't give a full opinion on it ahhh... 8/10

・┆✦Natural Beauty Exfoliating Body Scrub (coco milk+rose)✦ ┆・

Don't really have much more context for this other than I've been needing a exfoliater since my skin has been so dry.

Tbh it good just be the way I'm using it, as I don't have a loofah or anything like that yet, I only used a wash cloth. But anyway what I mean is that I didn't really notice much exfoliation?? I don't know it could be because I've only used it a few time or because of the fact I haven't exactly shaved my legs but yeah 😭 I need to use it more though!! And the good thing is it's very think and smells + feels good. If I get better results later I'll update. 6/10

・┆✦Conditioning Coconut Body Serum✦ ┆・

This was from a newer line of the body products so I thought I'd try it out. It's vegan too, which I think is good.

I really like it! It's made my skin really soft, esp my hands which looked like they were through hell..so very good results! 10/10

・┆✦Love Spell Duo✦ ┆・

I'll have you know that I'm an absolutely D RIDER for Japanese cherry blossom sets. I have both the body sprays from Bath and Body Works and I reallyyy wish I could find a good cologne/perfume like it. I decided to get the duo cause if I don't really like VS's spray then I'll probably still use the lotion.

It does smell really nice, it smells like Japanese cherry blossom but a bit more peachy. I will say though that it hardly lasts at all..it fades after less than an hour unless you do the vaseline trick. I usually only wear it after showers or before bed because of that. As for the body lotion, it really just smells like peaches. Overall the smell is nice but the longevity is bad. (I probably will still be trying the others though) 5/10

The package comes in a few days so I'll make sure to review in about a week either by editing this post or making a new post!! See y'all later on that.

P.S, this post literally took so long to make for what omggg

Reviews made on 4/4/2024 <3

#victoria secret #vs angel #pink #haul #to be continued #beauty products #princesscore #boyblogging #love yourself

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

streliven for ship bingo pls??

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Streliven (Strelitzia/Ventus) TBH I typed up a WHOLE THING but AHHH i accidentally deleted it so. Streliven post take two. Starting off with! General opinion: in truth it's not much of an OTP, more of a ship I go "awww I like it!" at. BUT I do have many thoughts about them and I know that a few of my above Bingo spots need a bit of explanation LOL (Imagining this as a post kh4 scenario:) I know 'friends-with-benefits vibes' usually implies something more sensual but it was kinda the closest thing to 'queerplatonic' i could really reason here? I feel like Ventus and Strelitzia as like, less of an 'official' couple and just really good friends that can kiss and cuddle is kinda appealing to me! I can kinda imagine them having little crushes on each other/maybe exploring their romantic preferences together. as for 'it's more funny than romantic tbh', oh boy. I know Streliven is Angst Central, like there is NO way to go about shipping them without addressing The Trauma. but there is something very funny to me about the idea that despite EVERYTHING that happened to them, them just looking at each other and going "OH they're kinda cute tho...." Plus. I always go back to that theory that the Nobody Marluxia fights with at the end of CoM is actually Strelitzia's Nobody. And imagining Ventus holding her hand while she's in that form is so funny to me. In general I think they're cute, I love the fluff. Of course, there's that layer of tragedy to them (I can kinda imagine them as Orpheus and Eurydice...) that gives it Spice, you know? But also, it's really fun to think about how there'd probably be a lot of pressure on them from others to be separated from one another. I bet Lauriam will be watching Ventus like a hawk, and Terra and Aqua know Ven's been through enough pain and want him to keep some distance between the girl he watched die in front of him. But the idea of Strelitzia taking matters into her own hands, and deciding to offer Ventus forgiveness and understanding, while kinda learning from her experiences with Player that she should talk to Ventus sooner rather than later to give him her real feelings... meanwhile Ventus just falling head over heels for her despite the circumstances, and wanting to leave his best impression on her, while also dealing with the guilt he feels for being present during her death... it's Good.

THANK U for askin!!

#my thoughts #ship bingo #streliven #ventus #strelitzia

[notasapleasure]

I'm asking aLL THE FIC WRITER MEMES!!! in reverse order from current WIP back through your published works

Omg thank you, you mad man! But you know now I’m wondering just how much homework you set your actual students… ^^;

So I’ve chosen to interpret this in a very literal way. I started with the bottom ask and applied it to the current WIP, and worked backwards through my fics as I went up the list. I didn’t answer any of the ones that needed a trope or ship picking, but am still open to being asked if anyone wants!

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

(Whumptober 2022 day 31: Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”) The whole thing is really just one scene, but it really did epitomise the eternal problem with writing Francis/Jerott, which is how do you get them to stop being smart with each other and just. Open up a little? Of course this opening up is also the scene I want most to write at any given time. Though any and all Jerott whump makes my horrible little gremlin brain happy, so to be able to include various flashbacks to times Jerott was having an even worse day was fun. And Francis feeling guilty about the kiss in Anemone was also fun >:} But I think finishing this one was hard. I wanted to push for more intimacy between them but that isn’t where either of them is at this point, but Francis’ care for Jerott even in his disappointment – AND VICE VERSA – is honestly one of my favourite things about Checkmate, so it was trying to do that justice while keeping them in-character.

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished?

(Only Ever Just One Night). I initially thought I’d write follow-up chapters. I had a mean little desire to whump Brasso and have Cassian get him out of a Situation. But it would have meant Plot, which I never fully managed to figure out, and then I got distracted writing lead-up smut to the friends-with-benefits situation instead. But on the whole what’s posted wrote itself really easily – it’s often the way with my first fic in a new fandom, all the initial impressions and headcanons come gushing out before I can start making problems for myself by overthinking.

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

Ahhh, sulk? Nah, it doesn’t happen too often, and usually I manage to knuckle on through. A tried and tested method is a two hour bath lol. Lock the door, turn my music on, nothing to do except figure out that tricky bit of bridging. Usually results in fewer words than it feels like, but gets me through sections I’m struggling with. Also just leaving gaps and continuing to write the bit I want to write, knowing I can go back and join things together later. Making a playlist to remind myself of vibes helps, too.

✄ what’s your editing process?

I re-read quite a lot and tinker with things as I go. I quite like editing (good job as I do it all day), and I like seeing things come together, but I am awful at kill your darlings. I’m writing for fun so I just leave it all in – ‘sure this might not be relevant relevant but it adds fLAvourrrr!!’ I will stick a bunch of line-breaks in or use highlighting/bold to remind myself that a section doesn’t read well or needs adding to, though, and try to go back and figure it out before I let myself continue much further.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

Some of the Whumptober days were like pulling teeth and I think it shows. I think the sweet spot is when I have a pretty clear idea of vibes and outcome and it’s not had the chance to outgrow containment – some scenes (e.g. the chapters at the summer house in Inchoate) lie in wait in my head and when I get to that part of the fic they practically write themselves (sometimes it’s nice stuff, sometimes it’s DDDNE, but it’s basically kind of scene or action with a concrete beginning and ending). But often fitting these scenes in – what comes just before and after – is a nightmare. And like. Yeah ok, I could just write one-shots of the scenes I want to write without the thousands and thousands of words of context but – and you might have noticed this – I am a CONTEXT FIEND. In terms of stand alone fics it’s like I said above about Only Ever Just One Night – fresh in a new fandom and determined-to-get-my-thoughts-down fics are usually dead easy to write.

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

Ah this one’s easy: it would be LONG. Probably at least three times as long as it needed to be. For a long time very little would happen, but the minutest detail of everyone’s body language would be described and everyone would probably be in denial about their emotions/circumstances. Most likely they would fuck nasty about it.

♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy

(Escape Velocity) Well OF COURSE I am happy the person it was dedicated to left lovely comments. But especially where you picked up on Brasso being worried about flying in ships because he knows how to take them apart, and even more especially the idea of Cassian ‘stealing’ Brasso temporarily at the moment it’s paralleling the light on Kassa’s face when he leaves Kenari :’) it’s especially pleasing when readers pick up on stuff like that.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

(Counting on You) Still a wip, so subject to change, but I’m very pleased with ‘something crueller than punishment - the certainty that Cass is loved’ and utterly delighted that @elwenyere picked it out in a comment <3

♫ send a fic and i’ll make a 3-5 song playlist for you

(Brassian saga au) Thankfully I already have a 3 hour playlist for the vibes, so to cherry pick some essentials, here we go…

Kate Bush – Get Out of My House Sam Lee – The Devil & the Huntsman Björk – Pagan Poetry Nikniume – Nonantzin Anna B. Savage – Crown Shyness

#asks #ask memes #fic asks #my writing #my fics

[valleynix]

Mmm yeah Cass my poor baby, she banged half of the castle's staff, in other stories she's also responsible for death of the other half.

She usually has only two things on her mind. Sadly.

Onto better things which is ch.6

Bela and Reader arguing meanwhile Cass is having the time of her life pls I love it, I love her.

Ahhh cuddles with Dani 🥺 so sweet. And she just... radiates such comfort pls. I loved that whole scene with her. I'd trust her with my life.

Another bonding time with Bela with some teasing✨ Reader really got brave there to call her a brat haha

And OMG ANOTHER ONE DOWN WITH THE KISS

SO MANY KISSES LATELY

And I'm happy that they got to spend some time with Cass in her natural habitat too haha.

We've got to see what exactly she's doing in her free time. She does strike me as one that would like to study humans. Be it their literal insides or their mind.

I hope we get to join her for more in the future.

(And damn she does like to annoy the shit out of Bela and get on her sis' nerves, using poor Reader. Also, there are some things to unpack between those two it seems)

With how many happy sweet moments there were, at some point I was like it's going to end soon isn't it? (me every time my life goes suspiciously well lmao)

And I was right 😭 because at the end was this blackout again.

Lastly, I have a question. I've been thinking about it recently, is Daniela not as fluent in English as the rest of her family? She usually speaks with single words or simple sentences. Is that the case? Or is there another reason?

(Happy to hear my struggles to understand what's going on and the journey with this fic is entertaining 😭)

right?? i personally can't stand when people write her like that. she's so much more than just a sadist </3

*Cass lives for drama, i just know it

*I LOVE DANI SM, i did warn you she tends to get better scenes because i'm very biased with her BAHA

*YESS ANOTHER KISS, Bela is bold with initiating and Reader is bold with starting the whole thing off by calling her a brat (she is one, she's just in denial)

*i do like to think Cass is an artist in many ways, like sketching, painting, dissecting humans- all to further her own knowledge, of course, and to find ways to better protect her family :D

*(i am hoping to explain a bit in chap15 about why Bela and Cass are a bit hostile with each other, but i believe i explained it in a headcanon post about their pasts? i can rb it or tag it in this post if you want to read it)

*BAHAHA, i do feel like the angst is definitely weighed out by the fluff/comfort?? like, most of the time, it's not JUST angst, yknow? there's usually some comfort that follows it :D

*there is a reason for it! i can't remember if i actually went into depth about it later on or just implied it, but Miranda severely fucked up Daniela's experiment and the Cadou in her head. it's why she loses control so easily, why she was very much Not Herself in chap4, and why she speaks Like That

it does get much better as the chapters go on and Reader's place in the castle becomes more solidified. she's incoherent and nervous when they're around where you're at, mostly because her thoughts move too quickly for her to accurately articulate what she wants to say, if that makes sense. but as time goes on, you'll see her have full sentences and while she has her moments where she stutters over her words when she's upset, she gets a lot clearer when she speaks >:)

(it'll hopefully make sense as you read more and find out why Miranda didn't care much for their experiments, but i have thought about going further into detail in the upcoming chap when Reader and Alcina have a nice little chat :o)

#asks #i do love hearing your thoughts <33 #chap 7 is a wild ride from what i can remember #at least toward the end #i think?? #i haven't read a full chapter in a hot minute so i genuinely can't remember

[kithtaehyung]

Ahhh the other person who ate her out????

Also hi! 👋🏽 I been lurking per usual. Also excited for 9.5 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 and rest? What rest?? 😂

Also I was wondering if you got my second day-after review if 3tan9? Sometimes tumblr seems to skip showing me some posts (i didnt see the pics of the cabin you were in that everyone was talking about and im literally always on here!! I’ll go looking later) and sometimes it eats asks, but im not seeing it pop up in the bus tag. I’ll resubmit with things a bit less all over the place if not! And it includes the “why” to some of my favorite lines of the series, so it’s kind of still topical lol

Also, I hope this isnt too personal, but wondering if that cabin happens to be part of the inspo to last november?? Ever since you mentioned it I’ve been wondering bc i love that fic and i thought you had mentioned it being inspired from some real life things 🤔

-🚌

BUSSS happy to see you again! I was wondering if you were just sitting back and enjoying your snacks lmfaooo but yuuuuuuup🤪🤪🤪

I mean, there is rest!! Sort of💀 I’m having fun writing 3tan9.5 though so it’s not an issue<3 I did get your second review!! There’s a lot of messages I still need to respond to for Forfeit😭 but I’ve only had my phone for most of the time and I usually use my laptop for the longer reviews😌 it’s a lot easier that way! I’ll get to it and just know that I loved both versions you sent🥺 feel free to send any other fave lines or parts of the series though!

ALSO‼️ glad you brought that up because the experience was a little like,, scary cool? The lodge had so many elements that I imagined in Last November, which was even cooler than the other way around😭

#but yeah! #I got your other review thank you🥹 #🚌 anon #asks:3tan #3tan9.5 #3tan9 #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌 #asks:lastnovember

[wikiangela]

Hello!!! 🌈 🧿 and 💥 for the fic writers asks!!

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

answered here

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

tbh, I never have really high expectations for my fics, so I'm rarely disappointed in how a fic is doing 😂 somehow I'm always shocked that people wanna read it at all 😂 if I did expect a fic to do better than it does, it's usually when it's a fic I especially loved, but I don't really have any steps I do or anything, it's just 💁 okay, I guess it wasn't that great, still love it tho (tbh, the car smut surprised me bc I love it so much and I expected it to do a lil bit better, but all my other smut fics have over half as many kudos as this one, but it's whatever haha, it's still my fave 😂)

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

ahhh, my least kudos'd fic is actually a lil thing I wrote in my creative writing class trying to look busy after almost having a panic attack after presenting my writing lol - it's not good, but it's basically a short ficlet about Maddie and her thoughts as she walks into the ocean (it was written just after boston aired, but posted over a year later) I honestly don't know what to say about it, it's fine, I guess? I don't hate it (but I'd write it so much better now istg, I don't even wanna reread it 😂)

fic writer asks

#thanks for the ask! <3 #fic writer asks #asks #wikiangela answers

[voxofthevoid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Avenger Bucky Barnes, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Light CBT, Dominance and Submission, Sadism, Masochism, Choking, Under-negotiated Kink, Face Slapping, Hair-pulling, Humiliation, Biting, No Aftercare, Unresolved Emotional Tension, References to Rape Fantasies, Hurt No Comfort Series: Part 4 of couldn't get the boy to kill me

Summary:

He hasn’t looked Steve in the eye since Natasha called him in three weeks ago. He’s been trying so fucking hard not to fall into that old, familiar pattern. He wants Steve, of course he does, but he knows better.

He tried, he did.

Bucky opens the door.

Steve doesn’t wait for an invitation, bodily pushing Bucky out of the way and kicking the door shut behind him. Bucky wouldn’t put up with that shit, not normally, but Steve lays his hands on him, hot and huge over bare skin, and then there’s teeth closing in on his throat, and Bucky can’t think.

He’s spun around and slammed against the door, weak wood rattling on its hinges. Steve doesn’t let up, crowding in on Bucky, all mouth and hands. They’re cruel, demanding, and push Bucky’s buttons like they’re reaching past skin and flesh and bone to wrap bloody fingers around the neediest parts of him.

 - It’s Steve’s turn to make terrible decisions.

#stcky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #mcu #marvel #my fic #fic: couldn't get the boy to kill me #a bit later than I usually post ahhh

[milktei]

Again.

Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Open

Also posted on ao3 Milktei

a/n : another angst post? who would’ve thought? ahhh it’s been so long since i’ve written anything i’ve deemed as post worthy and i’m still not sure of this one because i’m worried the conclusion is too sudden lol. still it felt good to write again and i hope to do more now that school is lightening up.

edit: 1000+ notes later (oh my god???? thank you???) i realize that i lost some of my paragraphs in my copying pasting process from my notes app to here, somehow the story was still great and made sense but now it’s in its best form lmao

It was different. You weren’t sure if it would ever be the same.

Technically speaking, you and Sakusa had been dating for three years. That is, if you didn’t count the four months where you had thought that he was done with you for good.

It was still jarring really, it had been 2 months since you two got back together and the both of you were lounging on your couch in your apartment as if nothing ever happened.

You still remembered the day vividly. How could you not? You were so shocked you stood at your doorway speechless for more than a couple minutes. The possibility of a second chance was within reach just when you were about to lose hope and attempt to move on from the man you thought you would marry.

When Sakusa had called your name again you eventually broke from your shock and without thinking you took him back.

It was not as if you had regretted your decision. Far from it actually. However, after such a big event happening in your relationship it would be even more surprising if nothing had changed and the two of you went back to exactly how you were before.

Before you knew it, the episode of the show you two were watching ended and Sakusa flipped his phone to check the time. “Ah it’s getting late I should get going.”

A couple months ago you would have pouted, whined about him having to leave and then try to convince him to stay. Eventually it would lead to him staying the night.

But now? You thought back to your last big argument. Where he yelled at you for being too needy, too clingy, too dependent on him and his presence when he had a busy life of his own.

That was the day he broke up with you, claiming that he couldn’t put up with you anymore. If he had done it before there was nothing stoping him from doing it again at anytime.

So you were cautious around him, making sure to prevent anything he had a gripe with from happening. Whether that be speed cleaning your apartment before he came over, only texting him when he did first, not asking him to stay just a tad bit longer. It was nearly exhausting.

You sat up and stretched rubbing at the cheek that had been pressed against his toned chest. “Alright,” you replied quietly, getting off of him so that he could move.

You weren’t looking at his face to notice, but a look of worry crossed Kiyoomi’s face.

He wasn’t dense, he noticed the way you were walking on eggshells around him. He saw you were trying nearly too hard to make sure that he didn’t get upset with you. It was quite heartbreaking in all honesty. He thought that he had made it well known that he still wanted you, and that he was wrong to look at your habits with disdain. He missed your quirks so much in those four months. He was slightly hoping that you would do you usual pout and instead of pulling away, you would hug him closer.

In hindsight, Sakusa genuinely couldn’t think of any good reason as to why he decided to split things off with you that day. There were so many other options that would have gone better, such as actually talking to you.

Instead, he let his exhaustion acquired from his busy lifestyle as an athlete cloud his judgment, and dropped the bombshell one random day.

In the period where you two weren’t together, Sakusa had learned what it truly meant to be lonely, and a month in, he was already thinking of way to ask you to take him back. Eventually not allowing his pride to get in the way and just forcing himself to do it, knowing he would only regret it for the rest of his life if he didn’t at least try.

With worry still fresh in his mind, he got up and you followed him quietly to the front door of your apartment with your head down.

He slowly pulled open the closet but didn’t reach for his jacket. “Do you want to go out for dinner after I finish practice tomorrow?”

He could see the way your body filled with excitement, but as quickly as it came, it left.

You shifted from one foot to the other “If you would like… You won’t be too tired after?“

Sakusa winced as his words were unintentionally thrown back at him

“Can’t you see how tired I am after practice? I can’t go out with you all the time y/n”

“I know Omi, I just thought since it’s been a while-“

“I really don’t have the energy to deal with this right now y/n. I feel disgusting and need to shower. Maybe next time.”

“…Okay.”

That was the end that phone call. There was no next time.

“I miss you.” He had spoken without thinking.

You looked up at him and chuckled nervously, “But l’m right-“

Kiyoomi’s frustrated sigh interrupted you, his eyebrows furrowed and he ran a hand through his hair “I worded that wrong. I miss… us.”

Your stunned silence filled the room. Sakusa sighed and reached down, gingerly grabbing one of you hands with both of his.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how different you’ve been acting.” his grip tightened and his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s all my fault.”

You opened your mouth to object but he already started speaking

“Those 4 months without you was one of the worst periods of my life, and now that I have you back it still doesn’t feel right. you don’t have to be so careful around me. I was an idiot who didn’t know how to deal with being loved so greatly by someone as amazing as you.”

Your breath hitched as you watched Sakusa glare down at your intertwined hands his hands trembling as he spoke.

“You should never have to feel as if you have to be the perfect person around me. You should never have to change, to sacrifice your mental health, and exhaust yourself just because you’re afraid that I’ll leave…again. I see how you try so hard around me when I hardly deserve it after everything I put you and our relationship though” Sakusa’s voice cracked and he abruptly stopped. Clearing his throat before attempting to speak.

“I… the way I talked down to you that day was completely unacceptable. I completely understand if you now realize that being in this relationship is too much to deal with and that you would just be better off without me-“

“Please don’t say that.” you whispered.

Sakusa tore his gaze away from your hands and was greeted with tears streaming down your face. His eyes softened.

“Oh no, no I’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you-“

He was cut off by a sob and Sakusa immediately let your hand go and instead pulled you into his arms.

“I still love you.” You sobbed “I know that you should have never been so harsh to me. But I want us to work through this so badly. I’m just scared because nothing is stopping you from breaking it off again, so I thought that if I worked on myself…”

Sakusa shook his head “Don’t blame yourself, not to cut me some slack. I have some things that I need to work on, and I will because I promise you that we can figure this out. We’ll be able to be ourselves around each other again. My desire to make things right and to be with you for the rest of our lives, that is what is keeping me from ever uttering those words again.”

You hiccuped but hesitantly nodded as best you could in Sakusa’s embrace.

“We’re both a mess aren’t we?” you said through slowing sobs.

Sakusa sighed, “This is the exact opposite of how I wanted this night to end.” he grumbled as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

You couldn’t help the teary giggle that escaped your lips and it was like music to Sakusa’s ears. You lifted your arms to wrap around his torso and buried your face into his chest. Covering his sweater in tears and snot but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“You’re not going anywhere.” you eventually grumbled pulling him closer “not after what you said.“

Sakusa laughed and leaned his cheek on the top of your head allowing the both of you to sway back and forth.

“Never again.”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu #sakusa x reader