#and it's soooo obvious you love dancing in this

[webslingingslasher]

heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them together😭😩❤️

I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of art🥵🥵🥵

Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk

I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONG🥹🥹🥹

first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!

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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, he’s done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.

he’s taller than peter, and he’s not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and he’s got bigger biceps, peter’s spider-man and doesn’t have the build this guy does.

and he’s got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. it’s like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, he’s been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.

in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, it’ll work. he’s sure of it.

it doesn’t. you’re unable to stand still, if he was projecting, he’d say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peter’s not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.

it’s like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. ‘help.’ its all he needs.

peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, ‘hi, trouble.’ you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. ‘have you met tanner?’

he hasn’t, and he really doesn’t care to. it looks like tanner doesn’t either, they’re both sizing each other up. peter’s putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking he’s no competition, and peter can’t help but feel the same.

still, he throws a hand out. ‘sup, man. i’m parker.’ tanner shakes it, ‘sup.’ peter holds his hand a bit too tight, he’s trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.

tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. ‘i’m her boyfriend.’

you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. ‘ah, lucky man.’ peter really doesn’t like his face.

‘yup. sure am.’ you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldn’t agree more. ‘wanna get a drink?’ you nod quick, 'yes, please.'

your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.

'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.

'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.

'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.

'thanks, boyfriend.'

'that was a typo.'

you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'

the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'

peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'

'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'

sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.

this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.

'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'

'you keep talking about threats.'

'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'

'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'

you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'

peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.

'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #frat!peter drabbles #tasm!peter x reader

[kisseobie]

p1harmony and the coquette boyfriend trend

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none

based on this tiktok trend

a/n: just a cute and silly little reaction (while i work on tumblr girls) inspired by @yunhoszn 𐙚 this trend is sooo over but who gaf if i wanna put a bow on my piwon’s biceps i should be able to like… also piwon as a whole give me the vibes of that picture of the rotc kid saluting with the caption “me when a bad bitch tell me to do something” so i tried to emulate that here too LMAOO

౨ৎ keeho

i already know kyo’s chornically online ass was made aware of this trend even before it actually took off, was going to bring it up to you, but being the stubborn man he is, opted out of doing so because he thinks it should be you begging him to let you tie him up in a little bow!! and he’s so real for that!! goes as far as reposting every single video following the trend he comes across, and starts humming the lana del rey song whenever your near so he can hopefully telepathically send you signals that he wants you to put a bow on his bicep and show him off!! his approach is a bit unconventional but low and behold it somehow works, and when you do ask him to film that tiktok he annoyingly pretends he didn’t even know about the trend in the first place, as if you didn’t pick up on his very obvious signs. says shit like “why a bow? but omg you’re soooo obsessed with me!” (and you are!)

౨ৎ theo

i imagine you bring it up to him and he’s just confused as to why that’s a trend and what its supposed to mean, and even when you explain it to him he still doesn’t get it. you show him examples and he still doesn’t get it. ask you meaningless questions like “why put a bow on me? what does the bow represent? i’ve never heard of this type of couple trend?” but his questioning doesn’t mean that he’s opposed to it!! quite the opposite actually, he’s very endeared over the fact that you want to make a tiktok with him despite your relationship being fairly new. i do think he would rather have little bows in his hair rather than the usual tie around the bicep, please put him in pigtails and call him your pretty princess because it’s what he deserves! you two end up laughing the entire time you style his hair and film the video, and it’s little moments like these that make your relationship oh so sweet

౨ৎ jiung

literally will do anything you ask for him because once he’s locked in, he’s locked in. when you timidly bring it up to him he’s gonna nod at you with big eyes and his little concentrated pout, reassuring you with no hesitation that yes, he would love for you to wrap him in a pink bow, and no, you don’t have to be embarrassed to ask him for anything. i honestly think ji has a bit of a possessive side if his radio conversation with keeho about his future gf dancing up on other men is anything to go off of, and the fact that you want to claim him as your on the internet, even if it is for a silly little trend, makes his heart happy and feeds into that quality of his. once you’ve filmed the tiktok, with one of his pretty fingers adorned with a singular pink bow, he gives you a kiss on the cheek and keeps the bow on for the rest of the day, even if he has practice later. this experience leads him to spending more time on tiktok despite his grandpa personality, and he searches for other couple videos you two can make together in the future :] just so sweetie pie

౨ৎ intak

honestly just like keeho he’s on tiktok all the time and gets behind trends pretty quickly, so when intak begs you to do this new trend he keeps seeing on his for you page you aren’t surprised. honestly, you had also been wanting to participate in the trend, partly because it’s cute and partly because tak has gorgeous arms, but you kept it quiet because you wanted him to work for it! it’s pretty amusing actually, he ends up forcing you to come along with him to the gym when he works out much more often just so he can lift heavy weights and flex his arms for you. he just wants you to deem his biceps worthy of being wrapped in a bow!! please don’t tease him for too long because he will have a permanent sad puppy look on his face for the rest of the month. when you finally cave and wrap his arm in a bow he is sooo cheesed. had this goofy grin on his face and flexes his muscles which results in him accidentally splitting the bow in two, which both pisses you off and turns you on at the same time?

౨ৎ soul

literally is so pliable under your hands, much like jiung he will let you do anything to him with little to no complaints or even acknowledgement. he simply exists to make his girlfriend happy! you don’t even ask him to film the video because you already know the answer will be yes (in the form of a strange sound), so you get to work as soon as you make way into his dorm room. you stay true to shota’s reputation of being slightly abnormal by wrapping the entirety of your roll of ribbon around his entire body, mummifying him from head to toe and topping it off with a delicately tied bow at his ankles. he doesn’t complain throughout the entire process, even if you’ve interrupted his gaming sesh with seob. when you film and publish the ridiculous tiktok, you point your phone towards him so he can appreciate the fruit of your labor, and when he finally does get to see the video for himself he lets out the biggest laugh that puts an equally big smile on your face

౨ৎ jongseob

you both actually discover the trend together! you two have a routine of cuddling up and scrolling through one of your for you pages, alternating phones each night depending on your battery levels. tonight, jongseob has your back against his chest as he scrolls through your tiktok when the trend first pops up on the screen, and you both get intrigued and scroll through the let the light in sound on tiktok to watch more. you don’t say anything to him but seob can tell you want to participate, and he ends up sweetly informing you that “we can do this trend if you want! i don’t have ribbon on me right now though..” and with that your eyes light up. the two of you end up buying ribbon at the craft store the next day for the sole purpose of filming that video, and you both rush to his dorm afterwards to film the tiktok. you end up settling on wrapping the dainty ribbon around both of his arms and torso, the pair of you refilming several times to get it “just right”. just like the other boys, seob is just happy to please his pretty gf!

© kisseobie, please do not repost my writing!

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#p1h #p1harmony #kpop writers #piwon #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony drabbles #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony reactions #yoon keeho #keeho x reader #choi taeyang #theo x reader #choi jiung #jiung x reader #hwang intak #intak x reader #haku shota #soul x reader #kim jongseob #jongseob x reader

[juuuulez]

WE NEED MORE CARL JERKING KFF HEDCANNONS PLSSS

can’t believe i’ve just done a carl grimes jerking off trilogy…….but i have no regrets

once again, turned this one into a small oneshot, with x reader!!! soooo enjoy (also could definitely be read as same reader from capulet)

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

Due to your relationship being secret, yourself and Carl often had to go outside the compounds of both Alexandria and the Sanctuary to truly enjoy each others company.

Because of this, you two struggled to be intimate with each-other, as the time and place was never right. It was always too dangerous, or there wasn’t enough time.

Usually, you’d meet in the woods. It was like a fun game, stalking around the trees, careful not to make any noise. Whoever saw the other first got to lunge, try and capture their prey.

The two of you would roll through the twigs and grass, fighting to see who could pin the other down, prevail as the strongest. It didn’t really matter, except for bragging rights, until your next scheduled tousle.

You’d ended up near a fallen tree, Carl still squirming on the floor as he attempts to get you off him, but you’re determined to stand your ground. You snake your hands up his arms, using all your strength to pin his wrists above his head.

That’s it, he’s lost. As such, he accepts his punishment (or reward, for feeding your ego?), letting your mouth come down onto his to capture it in a hot kiss.

It’s heated, feverish from the start, licking into Carl’s mouth, your tongues swirling together in a mess of teeth and spit. It’s always like this, as if it’s the last time you’ll ever see each-other, that this moment will cease to exist ever again.

You take mercy on him, releasing his wrists from your grip, allowing him to grab onto the flesh of your hips. Now, you can snake one hand into his hair, the other gripping just below his jaw.

Wanting to shift into a better position, one where you can feel him under you, you sit up. Eager to keep your lips connected, Carl follows, shifting backwards enough so that he’s leaning against the fallen tree, with you seated on his lap.

A steady rhythm grows, arms tangled around each-other, holding on like a lifeline. You develop a slight motion of rocking against him, the movement encouraging your heated makeout session, Carl palming your ass over the thick fabric of your jeans.

Eventually, breathless, you pull away. It calms down, transitioning into something softer, peaceful. You kiss over Carl’s face, lips dancing on his cheeks, forehead, nose. In turn, he tilts his head back, resting against the tree while you adorn his body with your love.

Deciding you’ve spent too long here, guards down, you begin to stand. Carl’s hands fall from your hips, his back straightening again, eyes downcast.

You follow his gaze, a small grin spreading on your face. “My poor boy.” You coo, leaning back in to kiss at Carl’s cheek, an embarrassed blush spreading across his pale skin.

There was an obvious tent in his jeans, arousal having developed over the course of your making out and heavy petting. It was impossible to miss, and you openly acknowledging it caused Carl to squirm at the attention.

When you reach down, letting your palm ghost over the bulge, his breath hitches. “You don’t have to. It’ll go away.” He assure you, that nervous glint in his eye. So cute.

“No, no, I want to.” You tell him, one hand settling on Carl’s hip, the other working at his belt buckle. He calms down a little at this, leaning back against the tree, submitting to your actions. Yet, he’s still watching you observantly, wanting to gauge your every reaction.

His cock is half-hard in your palm, slender and pale as the rest of him. You give it a few slow, leisurely strokes, savouring the way it hardens under your touches, growing to its full length. The tip reddens, a pinkish hue enveloping the head of his dick, appearing strained just from the slightest ministrations.

Carl let’s out a soft moan, causing your gaze to flicker up to him. In response, he clamps his teeth down on his bottom lip, silencing any other reactions. But your smile is sweet and caring, despite how you’re currently jerking him off, leaning in to continue kissing over his cheek, then down to his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. Let me hear you. It’s just us.”

It’s impossible to resist, causing Carl to grip onto your arm, his other hand fisting the leaves and dirt as he pants heavily next to your ear. You practically thrive off his reactions, learning exactly what makes him feel good, trying to wring as much pleasure from the boy.

When you squeeze over the head, his legs jolt upwards, body curling inwards, towards you. You continue the motion, running your thumb over his throbbing tip, watching as Carl drops his head onto your shoulder with a needy moan.

It’s perfect, so perfect.

You continue to pleasure him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you twist your hand over Carl’s cock, over and over, manipulating your actions as he nears the edge. Faster, tighter, and then you’re putting a firm pressure on the swollen head, nibbling on his neck, as sticky streams of white finally spill onto your enclosed fist.

“Good boy.” You whisper, continuing to milk out his orgasm as you nurse Carl’s softening cock, careful not to let it brush against the rough fabric of his jeans.

With a sultry grin, you bring your hand up, watching his wrecked face as you lick the substance from your palm. It’s salty, coating your tongue and lingering on your tastebuds, leaving the hand shiny with saliva.

The lewd act causes Carl to gasp, eyes blown wide as he watches you, absorbed by this side he’s never seen before. His body still tingles from the aftershocks, and when you lean forward to kiss him again, he can already feel himself returning to attention.

He’ll never jerk off alone again.

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x you

[iplayghoul]

hot tub sex wit ony ? drabble ?? oneshot ?? this longer than i thought it wld be i just cant stop talkin... its 11 am bruh

its soooo obvious that im more into a soft sex kinda vibe, always or rough sex written in the most gentle and soft way possible 🙈

so i cant help but constantly imagine hot tub sex wit ony. in my head at the start of the relationship he constantly gravitates towards our apartment. in his mind he felt it was safer for his partners always, not wanting you to feel yk at danger in a man's house despite how safe he made you feel BUT ofc you have a jacuzzi.

in this universe, like in my head, i imagine both ony and reader have jobs in the medical feild likkee maybe ony is a surgeon and reader is a private psychiatrist who sometimes picks up shifts at the hospital onyankopon works at ???

ANYWHO becuzz of this they sometimes work hard ass shifts, whether theyre long or short, its hard as fuckk and they come home tired. ony gets home first, maybe an hour earlier and he has a key card to your apartment so he can let himself in, feeds your pets and relaxes on the couch, thinking of if he should make you two dinner or order sumn.

then he thinks of the jacuzzi, a nice relaxing hot soak after a hard shift is all he needs so he stops petting your cat or roughhousing with the dog and orders sushi, grabbing a drink of his choice whether it be wine, a light alcohol or sum shit for yall to sip when the sushi comes.

i think you get home not long after the sushi is delivered. maybe 10 minutes later and its still fresh and warm OUU shit i need sum sushi rn 😭 and ony fine ass is in some black swim shorts with the sushi all out on a platter wit the sauces on it, and hes got his feet in the water while he jus sits on the side of the jacuzzi and calls out to let yk where he is

you take a quick rinse off before donning a bikini, a black one to match his b4 putting up your braids and joining him on the edge wit a kiss. i like to think ony loooves kissing. he loves stimulatin his mouth n his lips. its a long, soft kiss and u cant help but lean into each other its like ugghh at last i can relax and let my gaurd down and just be vulnerable after being in this big position at work yk? 🤭

so you share several long kissing before both getting waist deep into the hot tub, letting the bubbling heated fun engulf you both as you down pieces of sushi, feeding each other while staying connected at the hip. i think he cant help but put his hands on u, always letting it rest on ur hip. sometimes i tink he jus likes to be touching you at all times its like a safety thing, sometimes jus resting his hand on your shoulder, ankle, tummy, dont matterrr he wants to kno ur there.

its only a matter of time before talking about each others day becomes nothing more than a whisper of a conversation. and ur eyes cant leave each others lips... necks, chests... and then ur kissin again :) hehee and kissin all over each other so tenderly and meek.

just then hes slipping his hands under ur peachy squishy ass n lifting u to the edge of the tub, kickin ur feet in the air and he sees ur toes are done. pretty pink polish with a baby pink french tip, and baby pink flower designs dancing across a few toes ... hes not one to have a raging foot fetish but it entices him,,, sooo he puts ur toes in his mouth and it tickles a bit ! but feeling his hot tongue caress ur little toes carelessly makes u feel all warm, especially ur cheeks.

eeeeek and then he jus cant help but continue to lick , suck n kiss all about your ankle, i imagine ur gold/silver lil anklet has his name awn it cuz he doesnt want u to tattoo his name :<< , but his lips smooth there way up to your inner thighs and hes pullin ur panties to the side so his thick lips can sink into ur thick lips as he slowly jus... makes out wit ur cunt idk if i can even call it 'eating out' anymore, hes in luv with ur pussy. obsessed wit the way u smell down there actually. fuck a roses and flowers smell bitch he is stealin yo panties after a LONG day at work tf 😭 he jus like me fr ok ok.

i jus luv a soft sex moment, his tongue mixes wit u sooo well and ur whines are of no use to him cuz he's havin fun and everythings jus so... slow and relaxed. ur grindin up into his face slow too cuz what else can u do but relax and just let your man do his thing. hes laying his upper body into you, drinkin ur squirt when u cum and mushin his face all in ur cream when u do orgasm, its long and drawn out and so. good.

then he pulls u back in the water wit him, slippin his dick in u fluidly, connecting u both and honestly yall sit there for a good minute. just basking in each others immaculate warmth. the fuck is dragging , sloww and aching but neither of u care to move faster. ur holdin the edge of the tub and hes holdin ur legs up to your shoulders , usin each other as leverage to fuck into the other slow and deep. low moans r harmonizing wit each other and its just... perfect :(

all thruought the fuck n i cannawwt stress this enuf he is kissin on u , he cant help it. he revels in kissin all over ur face and lips even if ur too far gone to kiss him back , kissin on ur neck and ur tits that are all squished together cuz of the position annnnd kissin on ur thighs and ur legss as theyre so far up he can reach em wit his mouth. he presses kisses on ur head too . u deserve it :(( ohh u deserve it so bad and its moments like these that i luv always.

even when u guys cum , ur lips are locked and ur swallowing each others moans, and breathin hot in each others mouths when ur done.

why is this so long notice how i cant shut tf up ab soft sex ???? bye yall !

#﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 ! #aot onyankopon #onyankopon snk #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon #ony x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x black reader #worrdd vomit! #aot smut #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot x black reader #black coded characters #onyankopon headcannon

[adoregojo]

after decades, I finally write a fic about hiroi, even if it was a little short and mid at least it's something d: i love his character sosososos much even if he was a little hard to write mwah mwah i still love pretty boys. warnings: cussing. mention of needles. tattoo artist!reader, karasu being a third wheel. hiroi being a lovesick bastard, karasu basically suffering throughout the fic.

"what are we even doing here?" karasu's question goes upon death ears, suddenly he regrets tagging along in this.

it was like 8:49 at night, the crow head had his plans ready and set up just for hiori to barge in and drag him to a half hour drive to some tattoo studio on a an unfamiliar street he never stepped a foot on. this should consider kidnapping, he knew he should've screamed out of the window when he had the chance.

however he gotta admit the place didn't look half bad, it was well styled and didn't reek of smoke like expected, it even whiffed of fragrance. black painted walls and some hanged pieces of art, whoever chose them have a good taste. but being the smartass he is, karasu knew that whatever reason hiori was here for, was definitely not for a tattoo.

it was obvious even a blind one could get it, the cyan head had to take a few breathers out and in before opening the door. he didn't like that foolish smile that stayed glued to his face all the way here, and doesn't his cheeks hurt from beaming that damn long? like he didn't make the same remark of him smirking day and night, fucking hypocrite.

and what he didn't like most of all was how he kept overlooking him all that time, basically neglecting whatever doubts that pushed out his lips.

it's someone or something that was definitely dancing on his mind all night long. that explains why have he been coming to the dorms late at nights for the past weeks, he didn't even pat an eye to the class he missed. karasu was starting to think he was being hold hostage at once.

the crow male watch as he entered what he can guess it's where people sit on a chair and getting brutally needled by a an unbothered tattooer, that looked like it hurts like a bitch if you ask him. and when hiori sat down comfortably on a stuffed couch like it was his own home, he had enough.

"ye better answer me before i slam that stupid smile you have on ya face." karasu threat, showing his mettle and irritation just for his cyan friend to pat on the empty space beside him. karasu could feel his hair white, just what the hell was he getting on.

he sat down anyway, his hands deep in his pockets. the couch was awfully too comfy. he needs to ask for this brand, after beating hiori's ass of course. maybe he'll park his car in the place where birds shat on daily for a pay back, sounds like a plan.

"soooo, ya speaking or not, shithead?"

"be a good friend and shut yer yap, please?" that's the first thing he says tonight, and still with that put-off smile.

"yea, no wonder ya got only one friend." his remark was left hanging in the air. karasu had to physically clench his fist to a ball before he actually make hiori give the tile floor a very loving kiss.

his cyan hues were transformed to another direction, the path where a middle aged man was on the shelf of tears and the tattoo artist trying to hand them a piece of sooth. it was an embarrassing sight, and a situation to be put in. he had a knowledge of hiori being a little into drama but this better not be what he was brought up for.

however, that wasn't what hiori's eyes was on, if he looked closely, his sights were sat on the tattooist themselves, and that ogle was the definition of being absolute dotty and smitten, hiroi's ears were tipsy and he looked like he was about burst out the universe from his chest. disgusting is you asked karasu.

fucking hell, hirori had the fattest crush on the tattoo artist and he had to sit there and watch him grew enamoredly over them by the second.

you were literally in a misery of a situation, sweat running downhill your forehead, your locks were messy and out of place. and his friend over here eyes about to glow out in a shade of hearts like you were the only one to look at. he seriously wanted to throw up at this makeshift k-drama, he'd even throw tomatoes if he can.

he wondered what mistake he owned the university for to make him sit down there for the next hour with sniffing echoes throughout the walls and the annoying noises of that coil will definitely haunt him in his dreams. did he mention that he wasn't having a good time?

finally that man took his leave, mumbling apologies over and over his way before weaving over at you. this was the call of freedom, the door was calling him, seducing him with it blazing light to go through it and take his leave because he was dead serious when he say that he doesn't feel his butt no more.

"hiroi? is that you?"

have mercy on him.

you walked up to them, karasu doesn't know if it was hallucination taking over him but he could hear his friend's rabid heart pounding louder than ever by every step you take, he really thought another foot step would give a heart attack.

he doesn't think twice before standing up to greet you. "hi." hiori's reply came out clumsily, his eyes revolving around every corner of the room but your figure.

"hello, hello. did you finally decide to a get a tattoo?" you tilted your head slightly. he shook his head in response, "not yet, I actually came here for you." he admitted, you fix your posture quickly. playing with your fingers timidly behind your back, a failed attempt to hide the affect of his words.

"well, are you willing to wait a few hours before a finish this shift?" you asked jokingly, flashing your lashes rabidly. you could feel his gaze burning on you, drinking on your every move and every feature, detailed and craved to his mind.

"I'll wait for whatever long if that means seeing you." hiroi cooed, when did that girlish dude become a sappy one? as if he was finding pure joy in seeing you all red-faced and shrinking. you chuckle in response, raising your hand in attempt to places the hair locks back to it place. you definitely looked hideous right now, yet he kept his dreamy pairs on you only.

gently, he takes your hand his. slowly and timed in case you felt uncomfortable, it fitted perfectly, made for him to hold. the urge to lock your fingers together was tight. flipping your hand then he opened your gloved palm that was pained after the hour of holding the coil. hiori reaches for his pocket to site a piece of warped up candies. your favourites.

you stare at him, almost as if asking him without the need of words. "you mentioned that your jar run out of candy, so I brought you some. if you wanted i can refill it for you." he says, still looking at your still warped up in his hand. it bloomed him with unexplained warmth.

a burst of butterflies swirls in your stomach, he was close, almost leaning over your face that you could feel his suffuse mint breath tickling your skin. "that's so... thoughtful of you, hiroi. you're too kind."

"only for you."

what the fuck is he witnessing.

you two were literally making-out in front of karasu, and he was this close to bawling his eyes out. he seriously considered what on earth did he have done to deserve witnessing his friend being all lovey-dovey with a hot tattooist, is the consequence of him being friends with otoya finally catching him?

his blue bare of eyes sae as hiori pointed his finger at at him, "actually he wants to get a tattoo."

he was what now?

"wait wha-"

"and he'd like to do it anytime soon."

he couldn't actually believe this, absolute backstabbed. his what he considered a friend was basically setting him up just so he can spend time with his crush. just what the hell, what kind of betrayal is this, he got sat up brutally by the last person he expected from.

your eyes traveled to karasu's jaw dropped face. you didn't even notice him until hiori pointed him out. "oh, I'm sorry it's packed up today. i can set him for someone else if you want to." you suggested.

"no, i only trust you to do that." hiori didn't rethink before saying that, your eyes widened at him. he always managed to caught you off guard with his genuine sugar-coating words.

"if you insist, i have an empty seat tomorrow."

"I'll make sure we'll be there. and it's his first time, be gentle with him, kay?"

"I'll make sure to." you assured him, patting him on his arm. he held himself back from jolting at your nails digging his skin through the fabric of his sweater. it was soft, something that he isn't quite used to. and it lingered longer than it was supposed to when you lifted it off.

you take a piece of rolled up paper and stuff it into his pocket, "my number, call when you need." you say, eyes shifting between the floor and hiori's own, kicking your feet from side to side. while he couldn't take his off you. like blinking would make you disappear and slip away forever.

he knew he was taking advantage of karasu, and he was all ready for the consequences of it all if it mean spending any more seconds alongside with you. he promise to cherish it and held it deep within the depths of his soul. he promised to make it to him later, but now he was just too drowned to care, too intoxicated to think about anything beside of you.

"how about i go bring you some dinner? and we'll-"

"FUCK NO!" Karasu finally snapped.

in a blink of an eye, hiori was being harshly pulled by his behind collar, "we're are going home, and that's final!" karasu shouted as he dragged the cyan head who kept on reaching his hand uselessly towards you. he couldn't protect himself before he was already out of the store then thrown carelessly into the passenger seat.

the crow slammed the car door grimly, warping the safety belt then driving off like there was no tomorrow. not giving hiori a time to get a grip of himself. a pregnant silence fall on them, and he couldn't careless when he felt a burning glare on his head, if looks could kill, karasu would've been dead thousands of times.

"fucking cockbloker."

"oh, zip it you sadistic bitch."

study math? no, write for hiori? hell yea

#hiori x reader #hiori yo x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #hiori yo

[tabithatwo]

okay, it has been a HOT fucking second, but it's time for the rest of my jackie taylor is a lesbian and she knows it (or she at LEAST knows she likes women) thoughts for the pilot (this is a continuation, if you feel like this is abrupt click the link <3)

jackie trying to set shauna up with randy LISTEN she does it in SUCH a lesbian-minded way...like ah yes, a boy that can be an accessory and what if you dated randy and you wouldn't like him (i KNOW you wouldn't like him) and i kept dating jeff (i don't like him and don't you KNOW that i don't like him?) and then we could always insist on double dates and every time i have to go out with jeff, i'd actually be going out with you <3 <3

jackie is not even looking much at shauna's outfits when shauna turns to her for feedback and y'know why??? the existence of BOOB DRESS!!! the sheer lesbianism of that line continues to amaze me. shauna! just wear the dress i got you that makes your boobs look sooooo good pleasssse?? LIKE HELLO??

shauna gets frustrated which jackie clearly didn't expect, so what's she gonna do?? immediately make a joke <3 back off <3 try and make her smile <3 (sidebar idk how people read this scene as intensely mean and controlling jackie like i beg you to watch again, they're teenagers being teenagers, jackie unintentionally upsets shauna and shauna gets frustrated and jackie smooths it over and shauna chills out like that's the scene baby)

jackie being sooo happy that shauna is joking again (this is one of those times we see the smile/laugh that only shauna really gets out of her)

she's got her arm around jeff but her eyes on shauna for much of this scene and we get a completely different jackie here with jeff than we saw in the opening because she is PERFORMING! like this is the man she makes herself tolerate serving his purpose for real, such a young lesbian experience

okay that is ENOUGH of that man (truly three seconds with her arm around him, where her eyes were still on shauna not him), jackie hands jeff her drink and immediately reaches for shauna when she wants to dance

okay more performance yes, like she's clearly putting on a show here but also?? it is SOOOO obvious that little miss broody shauna is watching right now and jackie actually looks directly at her for good fucking measure, like she is very aware of shauna watching her and shauna's attention being on her. she does this AGAIN when she's desperate for shauna's love/attention/affection in doomcoming when she walks away with travis (to FUCK HIM IN SHAUNA'S BED)

the compliments scene? so fucking flirty, so fucking gay, so clear that this is their usual dynamic. like the level of baby dyke flirty love in the i dunno...you haven't said anything nice about me yet and all the little smiles and the ritual of it the you're my best friend as a stand in for i love you like we really don't get a ton of them precrash but the pilot establishes SO MUCH of their relationship prior to all the trauma so beautifully ughhh

jackie wanting to be dropped off first GOD THIS SCENE, it is so often taken as her being selfish for selfishness sake (or out of fear of her parents) but she also does NOT want to be left alone in the car with jeff!! we saw her discomfort with being sexual with him right away in the pilot, it was immediately established, he ignored every sign that she did NOT want him to be touching her. i don't know about you but this was a dance i did allll the time at that age!! the plotting to not be alone with the boyfriend!!

also her performative happiness with jeff EVAPORATES, like that is for public straightness perception, she does the minimum saying bye to that man and then she hugs shauna like its her goddamn job

jackie taylor queen of gay-zing tbh

y'know when your parents are terrifying but your girl got really anxious last time you flew somewhere so you steal your insane mother's valium for her??

but that's not enough so you have to GIVE HER THE HEART NECKLACE THAT YOU WEAR EVERY DAY AND SAY THERE NOTHING CAN TOUCH YOU NOW (because you have my heart, you have my love, jackie taylor ALSO queen of discomfort with saying i love you verbatim but saying it in a million other ways, this is a thought for another day but!! a heart!! that she wears!! next to her heart!! for the girl who has her heart!!)

of course she's also got to watch shauna put it on (gay-zingly) and did i need to include 10 screenshots of this moment to make my point?? MAYBE NOT but YOU'RE WELCOME cause LOOK AT THEM!!

more to come eventually <3 <3 this one was largely fun sweet precious honestly compared to the last and the ones to come, so yeah i really went wild with the photos <3 <3

#my lesbian thoughts on lesbian jackie #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #jackie x shauna #shauna x jackie #jackieshauna #shaunajackie #yellowjackets #yellowjackets pilot #yellowjackets 1x01

[mclarengf]

thinking about… max verstappen taking care of you when you’re drunk

note: this blurb came to me as i was taking my makeup off after my bday celebrations yesterday and then i was like ‘good golly, imagine if i had a hot f1 bf here with me rn’ and at first i thought alex but thats soooo obvious so here’s wee maxypoos

---

you’re really drunk. max is well aware of this fact.

the two of you are halfway up the stairs. your arm is slung across max’s back; he is holding your heels in one hand and supporting you with the other.

he’d offered to swap shoes with you properly, eyeing your heels in the club and stating that he could probably fit in them. max is also drunk, of course, but he’s higher-functioning than you, which is why he’s in charge now.

it’s your birthday though, and max isn’t one to prematurely put an end to your celebrations, or let you wake up the next day complaining about your drunken uselessness, so actually, half the blame is on him too.

jimmy meows at you both condescendingly as you pass him, sat in front of your bedroom door. sassy had greeted you when you first came stumbling into the house, then ran off to avoid being trod on accidentally.

when you arrive in the bathroom, max sits you on the edge of the tub, trusting you enough to at least keep your balance here.

he pulls open the drawer under the sink and you hear bottles clink as they’re turned and fiddled with, max trying to read each label.

“here, close your eyes.”

he finally turns around with a wet cotton pad in his hand, pushing his sleeves up as he steps towards you. drunk you still has enough wits to have doubts about max’s capabilities, but you’re so tired, and it’ll probably still be easier for him to fuck up and then fix it, than for you to poke your eye out cause you fell asleep halfway through wiping off your mascara.

when he finally presses the cotton pad to your skin, he’s gentler than you’d expected. his thumb pushes your eyebrow up to pull your eyelid tauter so your makeup remover doesn’t find its way into your eyeball, and he’s quick to catch any drips that do potentially threaten your vision.

once he’s done with that eye, he moves onto the other, repeating each step just as carefully as before, slow movements picking up all the eye makeup he had watched you apply only a couple hours earlier. you don’t know if max realises, but he’s singing something under his breath as he goes. it’s really nice, a comforting tune. you must have heard it before somewhere, but your drunk mind doesn’t entirely care enough to dwell on the question.

you hum at him when he asks if you’re still awake, and tell him not to bother with trying to replicate your whole nighttime routine, because all you want now is sleep.

he finishes your pampering by misting your face lightly and holding your chin up as he applies your lip balm, “all done, schatje.”

“thank you, baby,” you mumble, leaning up towards him for a kiss, “mm, love you so much.”

max decides to leave your shoes in the bathroom to be tomorrow’s problem, and leads you back to your bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. jimmy’s already slipped in through the crack; turning the ceiling light on reveals he’s found a new hiding spot on top of the dresser.

he’s happy to unzip you and help you step out of your dress, and even happier to see you pull one of his shirts over your head to sleep in. max loves all the small things that show you’re his; wearing his clothes, driving his cars, trusting him to always get you home safely.

“did you have fun today?” he asks, once you’re both in bed and he’s reaching over to turn the light off.

you nod sleepily.

“thank you for surprising me. that was really nice of you, maxie.”

he wraps an arm around you and settles your head on his chest. your legs are twisted together underneath the sheets, as they always are; his free hand starts running through your hair absentmindedly.

“did you see when daniel was dancing on the table? it was very funny. i will show you the video tomorrow,” he promises, “and then we can make fun of him together.”

max’s lisp is more prominent when he’s had a few, all his sibilants bunching up at the front of his mouth. you tell him this, semi-coherently.

he laughs, and then whispers for you to go to sleep.

“happy birthday, liefje.”

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen fic #mv33 x reader #mv33 imagine #mv33 fic #mv33 #mv1 fic #mv1 imagine #mv1 x reader #mv1 #red bull racing #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fluff #formula 1 #mclarengf #gf writes!

[cinnamoneve]

𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞.

nepenthe \ nɪˈpɛnθi \ (n.) - anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, especially of sorrow or trouble.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: collegeau!gojo satoru x fem!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: parties at shoko's always gave you something to look forward to ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 3.1k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: soft launching a college au ♡ let me know if you like it hehe ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suggestive. reader consumes (a lot) of alcohol ( do not do what reader does xox)

“it’ll be soooo fun, honey, i think we should go”

satoru’s voice was saccharine and encouraging, not even hinting at his secret motive to get you out of the house and to shoko’s party.

it’s been a long week, you thought. there would be nothing worse, perhaps, than crowding into shoko’s apartment and losing to her and suguru in a round of beer pong.

you lazily looked up from your studies to satoru, who was sitting on your bed cuddling a stuffed animal he gave you some time ago. he met your gaze with a stupid smile of his. it wasn’t his words that convinced you, it was probably his dimples.

“fine. only for a little bit, satoru, i have some stuff to finish up for class”

“just say the word, baby”

you and satoru got ready for the party, with the same routine you always do. he suggests the same playlist he always plays, which is full of what he dubs ‘bad bitch music.’ something about being in a bad bitch mentality before you go out raises your confidence? you stopped listening at some point, between nicki minaj songs that he hums along to while you put your makeup on.

“don’t you look cute,” he teases.

“you’re drooling there, satoru”

“mmm, is it really that obvious?”

“do you think this outfit is too much, though?”

“i can fight”

“i don’t mean it like that, stupid,” you give him a playful smack on the side.

he hushes your giggles with a quick kiss, and you feel his smile against yours. you can’t help but snake your arms around his waist to pull him even closer.

“you look beautiful, love,” he hums, “c’mon, we’re gonna be late”

with a quick tap on your butt and a pinch in his side, the two of you leave your dorm and head to shoko’s.

-

seems like anyone you’ve ever interacted with was poured into her tiny apartment, and the music blaring from every direction made it impossible for greetings. you and satoru resorted to a quick wave to the guests you made eye contact with before wandering through the crowd to find shoko. 

satoru holds the small of your back to guide you through everyone, his tall stature being a beacon to find your host.

suguru finds you before that, though, giving your boyfriend a shove before greeting you with a warm embrace. he hands you a drink of unknown origin or contents with a smile before walking off. “let me know when you two want to get your asses handed to you at pong,” he yelled over the music.

“oh, fuck off, suguru,” your boyfriend laughed behind you, “go get next, so we can show you how it’s done”

satoru hurried you along as you sipped the drink suguru gave you, realizing it was a little too strong for your liking. but you thought a little harder about it, and concluded that getting drunk would do wonders for the stress building up in your system.

bottoms up, you thought, and you pounded it away before even reaching shoko.

and you’re glad you did, because she was incredibly wasted when you found her. she greets you and satoru with a big hug, blabbering about how excited she was to see you both and how much she loves you.

she hands you another drink of unknown origin and content, and you think nothing of it and drink it too. surrounded by those you love and trust the most, there was really no harm in doing it.

“let’s dance a little, hm?”

satoru pulls your hand this time towards the lump of people moving in tune to the music. there wasn’t a designated dance floor of any kind, but it’s almost instinctual for people to dance if given the opportunity. 

you take more sips of your drink to loosen you up a bit.

“i thought you hated dancing, satoru”

your boyfriend navigates through a myriad of moving, sweaty bodies before he twirls you around on his hand to face him properly.

“i do, but i know how much you love it,” he teased back.

you didn’t–at least not like this. only if you were drunk. it hits you when your feet start to move that you’re a little in over your head.

your body happened to move before your mind could catch up. god, when did you become such a lightweight? two drinks in and you’re dancing already?

satoru pulled you close, and then pushed you far, swaying and dancing in time to whatever rhythm the speakers were spitting out. you could barely keep up with him, but shit, you were having the time of your life.

he pulled you to his hips, lining you up away from him, grabbing your waist in his big hands as the two of you bumped and grinded. seems like the whole world managed to stop, or clear out even, as satoru pulled you closer to him. one of his hands got a little searchy, moving up and down your body as he buried his face into your neck.

god, this felt good. 

the alcohol only made it stronger. it felt like every inch of your skin was lined with nerves that satoru knew how to push just right, just the way you liked. it was electric, but in the best way possible. you felt his smile against your skin as he peppered kisses along your neck, still guiding your hips against his own with one of his hands to sway to the beat along with you.

you could stay like this forever, and you wished you could. 

you turned your head around to meet his lips halfway, which he gladly accommodated. careful not to move your body away from where it was, you quickly and sloppily reached up for satoru’s lips, eager to be closer to him in any way you could. “mmm, what’s gotten into you tonight, love?” satoru pulled away between breaths, not missing a beat to sway with. he dared not move his hand off your hip, but let the other rest comfortably on your jaw to support you more.

“i could say the same to you, loverboy”

satoru smiles the same shit-eating grin he frequently does, usually when he’s got you right where he wants you. in the moment, and with your clouded mind, you’re deluded to think that it’s the other way around.

“i think you’ve had too much to drink,” he mumbles.

“i think you don’t know what you’re talking about,”

you shut him up with another kiss, and satoru giggles into your mouth but doesn’t seem to stop you. he continues to grind into you and needily shove his tongue further and further into your mouth. your head fills with all kind of thoughts, murkily racing through all your options for what this man was making you feel.

“hey, lovebirds,” suguru’s voice booms above the music, snapping you and satoru out of your trance.

“hm?” satoru lazily asks back.

“are you two playing or what? table’s free,”

you peek behind satoru to see shoko and suguru standing by the beer pong table, both of them obviously incredibly drunk. suguru can hide it way better than shoko, but at this point you have a way of knowing.

“coming,” you shout back at him, laughing.

satoru pulls you in for one more kiss, hungry for any last tastes of you he can soak up before you re-enter reality. 

“let’s go kick their ass,” he says.

you barely hear him. it takes a moment to register, anyways, but by the time it does, satoru’s given you a smack on your butt and he’s leading you by the small of your back to the table.

shoko hands you another drink.

the drunker you are, the better you shoot, and you and satoru have the beer pong game of your lives, effectively dethroning shoko and suguru on the first go.

their attempts to throw you off fall flat, and satoru showers you in praise and affection with every ball sunk in the red solo cups.

the alcohol in your system, the adrenaline of winning, and praise from the man you loved the most–it all was too much. you reached a strange, comforting, yet familiar nirvana that made you feel on top of the world.

this euphoria, it was new, but it was peace. pure and utter peace.

something must’ve been contagious and in the air, because satoru couldn’t keep his hands off of you all night. pretty much since you left the house, he’s been glued to you in some way. holding your hand, attaching himself to your ass, holding the small of your back–he acted as if not touching you at all times would kill him instantly.

you all shook hands with one another, congratulating each other on a game well played. satoru and suguru cannot be civil about anything, so you and shoko laugh about something while the boys criticize the other to no end.

“whatever,” satoru shrugs, “i’m not taking this from second place,”

he turns to you quickly.

“do you want to get some fresh air?”

the room looked fuzzy, and it all started to feel like slow motion by the time you understood what he was saying.

he took your lack of response as a yes, knowing you better than you know yourself at times.

“running away from defending your title, satoru?” suguru’s laugh echoed in the small room to the two of you, as satoru shuffled you towards the back door.

satoru doesn’t turn around to yell back to his friend, “being a sore loser doesn’t look good on you~”

your feet moved before you could tell them to, being pushed by satoru to the chilly balcony attached to shoko’s apartment. 

you immediately sat on the floor of the balcony, while satoru leaned on the rails. it was cold enough that his breath was visible.

“you cold, babe?” 

satoru must’ve felt your eyes burning a hole into him, as he looked down to see you with your arms crossed on the ground.

you closed your eyes so the world would stop spinning.

“i’m okay,” you mumbled back. it was hard to form full sentences at this point, as you felt like you were talking before you were sure of what was gonna come out of your mouth.

you felt satoru sit next to you on the ground, placing his arm around you to bring you close to him. 

he doesn’t drink himself–hates it, actually, but satoru could never turn down a party. he was all for other people getting drunk, though, especially his sweet girlfriend who was notoriously bad at holding her alcohol.

you open your eyes to look at him, your vision still a little fuzzy. satoru seemed to have a glow about him when you drank. it took everything in you not to confess everything running through your mind at the moment. you weren’t sure if you wanted to fuck him, marry him, or fall asleep on this balcony in his arms. it was fair game for any of the three. you opted to stare at him instead.

he smiled, and his dimples made their appearance once again.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“i love you”

he chuckled and stroked your shoulder to soothe you.

“i know, baby. i love you too”

you’ve been dating for a while. you’ve said those words more than you could count. something about how he said it now was so genuine, so honest, and so satoru. you were fit to burst.

it all made you shy. the best you could do was stare off the balcony and into the darkness of the night. you’d lost track of time, of your worries, of all the stress slowly accumulating in your system. 

satoru didn’t mind. 

he wasn’t one to break the silence, anyways. he continued to rub your shoulder, humming some tune that he was fixated on at the time.

you loved him. you loved him, you loved him. what comfort there was in loving someone who would do anything for you. who loved you back. who held you gently in his arms as you faded in and out of reality.

he would do it a million times over. anything you asked, one million times over. he was obsessed with you. obsessed with knowing you, with loving you, with sitting in silence with you for the rest of your days. he was ready to sit in silence through all stages of your lives together, holding you in his arms as he drew gentle circles on your arm. 

he’d be content with that. more than content, actually–maybe the luckiest man in the world.

“let’s blow this joint”

“mm?” you could barely keep your head up.

“ah, you’ve had a lot to drink, love, let’s get you home”

“okay~” you giggle back at him.

“can you hold on to me?”

satoru picks you up to your feet and holds onto you as you walk back inside. the two of you say your goodbyes, giving shoko and suguru two big hugs as you tell them how much you love them. the alcohol in your system had you in a grip to tell everyone how much they meant to you.

your sweet boyfriend was no exception. 

he held your hand on the walk home as you swung it back and forth with your stride. you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him.

“you’re so pretty, satoru”

it sounded like you were on the verge of tears, and he wasn’t sure whether to cry with you or laugh. the best he could do was entertain it.

“oh, thank you, love”

“i love you”

“i know you do, i love you too!”

“no way”

that one seemed to get him, and he muffled a laugh quickly.

“way. it’s crazy, right?”

you thought for a bit before responding.

“yeahh~ so crazy”

satoru could barely contain himself. he didn’t like to bring out this side of you when you drank, but you were so doting and honest, his ego always got the better of him. he couldn’t get enough of it. he didn’t think he’d ever get used to hearing that you loved him.

he hummed his tune, admiring the stars in the sky as you walked to your dorm. you joined in humming, off-beat and a little out of tune. if the universe were as kind as it had been to him so far, satoru hoped that you and him would be stars in the afterlife. he imagined you’d be next to one another, love forever stained in the infinite together. 

it was the type of love people named constellations after. and there was a certain beauty in that satoru couldn’t put his finger on. he wanted to soak it up as much as possible. 

satoru helped you back into your dorm, where he carefully got you both into your pajamas for the night.

“i love you, i love you,” was all you could say to him as he gently took off your makeup, washing your face after as he’d watch you do every night. 

he didn’t outwardly say he knew your routine, but all the nights spent admiring you doing it on your own had burned into his mind. anything you did he found himself memorizing, committing it all to his memory so he can love and know you more and more.

“i love you too, honey” was the only thing he could say back to you, each one breaking his resolve a little bit more each time. he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss you all over, laugh, or cry. he wasn’t usually this emotional, but his soft spot for you crumbled with every ‘i love you’ that you said like a prayer.

he cared for your hair, gently brushing it out and fastening it in a way it wouldn’t knot. he scooped you out of bed to carry you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter to brush your teeth for you. 

“say ahh,” he giggled, and you could barely hold it together as you obeyed. your eyelids felt like sandbags, and you found yourself so content that you were slipping in and out of consciousness as satoru took care of you.

he placed you softly back in bed before grabbing water for you.

“i need you to drink this for me, baby”

you take big sips of the glass of water, the cool liquid soothing your nerves and the headache forming as the buzz wears off. 

“very good, i’m proud of you,”

“i love you, satoru, you’re so pretty” you haven’t opened your eyes for a while. you said this out into the ether, hoping they’d collide with him wherever he was.

“am i now? thank you, love," he giggled. you were so adorable, he could barely stand it. he moved his hands to cup your face, slowly stroking your cheek and moving up towards your hairline. 

it felt so good, you could feel yourself drifting off after only a few seconds of it all. 

“can we cuddle?” 

your voice was so quiet and mumbly that satoru could barely register it. he answered with a quick “mhm!” before shutting off the lights and hopping into bed with you. 

he pulled you onto his chest, drawing a long line up and down your spine and combing his finger through your hair.

“satoru, we should go to parties more often,”

“i told you it’d be fun,”

“i want to dance more,”

your eyes were closed, sleep present in your voice and demeanor. your face was smushed against his chest, making every word an effort to push out.

“we also have a beer pong title to defend”

satoru began to close his eyes as you adjusted to wrap your arms around his bare torso. he couldn’t be more comfortable if he tried.

“i love you, satoru”

he didn’t answer with his usual ‘i know,’ this time. instead, he found himself hanging onto every word, digesting each one before he answered. but his answer was the same as it always was.

“i love you too”

he wishes there was a phrase invented to describe it better. 

“love” is just scratching the surface. and in those moments between your matching confessions, satoru was digging for any way he could describe everything he wanted to say to you as swiftly as ‘i love you,’

he couldn’t find it, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would.

for now, he hoped you’d be patient with him as he looked. that you’d indulge him in thousands more ‘i love you’s’ so he could say it back every time, each one meaning more than the last.

but it was all too much for his brain to handle this late at night. 

he decided to opt for a forehead kiss to you, who already fell asleep, before falling asleep himself and hoping he’d get to spend more time with you in his dreams.

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[glassprism]

It's been interesting hearing the degree of the physical challenges of playing The Phantom. However, this really made me appreciate the physical challenge of playing Christine. She is on stage for almost the entire... very long show! Sings a lot! She has SO MANY costume changes. So many times down on the floor (Hannibal dance- lying in the boat - end of MOTN - in STYDI - twice in the Final Lair.) Avoids a chandelier! Soooo many emotions. Hazzah to Christine actresses! Comments?

Honestly not much! You've pretty much summed up what it's like to play Christine: constantly singing, sometimes from the low end of the range all the way to the highest, constantly acting, some dancing that can be strenuous depending on how much effort you put into it, tons of costume changes, and you are onstage all. the. time.

And even more galling - many audiences, especially back when Phantom first started, didn't even appreciate it! The Phantom was the plum role, the iconic character, the guy getting the last bow. Christine is basically the workhorse of the entire show but I've seen people who have said they don't even watch her when she's onstage. I've seen people who don't remember the actress they saw or have nothing to say about her besides, "Yeah, she did her job." And that's if they're not hating on her for leaving the Phantom or calling her un-feminist for going with Raoul ("She rejected passion and sex! That's a bad message for girls!") or for being attracted to the Phantom ("She likes a guy who stalks and kidnaps her! That's a bad message for girls!").

It's why I had such sympathy for Rebecca Caine when she described Christine as a role where she "worked terribly hard for very little sympathy". But I can guarantee that if the Christine you see is bad, it will bring the show down even if the rest of the cast is decent, because again, she is onstage all. the. dang. time.

Thankfully, I think the times have changed a lot and there's a lot more appreciation for her and the actresses playing her, so that's really cool! I think a lot of people have come around to seeing the complexity that lies below the "naive virginal soprano" surface impression, or at the very least acknowledge the amount of work that goes into playing her. I've even seen people saying she should be the one getting the last bow... and occasionally it's happened (I believe Celinde Schoenmaker got the last bow for her final performance in London). And that is all fine by me! Christine is my favorite character in the show (probably obvious because I talk about her the most) so it's really lovely to see others loving her as well!

#GP gets asks #anonymous

[wjhik]

One Time For The Birthday Bitch(Trent Alexander-Arnold)*Smut*

A/N: happy bday to me. (trent edition)

Y/N's POV:

My 25th birthday. It's about damn time. I'm bouncing off the walls right now. My birthday hasn't been the most amazing experience for me. Since I was little, anything that could go wrong went wrong on this day. I have a different feeling about this one. It's my first birthday with Trent. He always makes me feel so special on a daily basis. He took a day off today and has been showering me with affection all day, more than usual might I add. Since I moved to Liverpool for him, he's been giving me all the attention in the world. He knows I sacrificed a lot for him, and he's eternally grateful. Adding onto that sacrifice, I've been really homesick. I moved to a new city and left the little friends I had behind and started a whole new life for him.

Anyways, I'm now sitting at my vanity, getting my hair and makeup done by Gene and Kitty, two ladies Trent has hired for the day. (watched Oppenheimer yesterday these were the first two names I thouhgt of) He doesn't want me to lift a finger on 'my special day', so he calls it. I'm chatting away with the two lovely ladies when Trent walks in the room. "Hey, baby." He gives me a kiss on the head as Kitty walks away to grab a brush or something. "Hey, Trent." I tell him, kissing him. "You look lovely." He says, caressing my back, letting the ladies work. I thank him as he sits down on the bed, flicking through the channels on the T.V. "Soooo, are you going to tell me what were doing tonight?" I ask him. He's been keeping it a secret all week, and it's killing me. "Nope." Hey says contently. I let out some grumbles as he continues denying me.

"Oh my god." I say in shock as the girls show me the complete product. "It looks amazing." I say, getting up to hug and thank them. "You're so welcome, love." They say, hugging back. The girls pack up their tools. I show them to the front door and thank them one last time. I shut the door behind them and sigh heavily. I walk towards the couch where Trent has moved to. I plop down next to him. He extends his arm and allows me to rest in his chest. He looks down at me and says, "Whoa." I look up at him and reply, "Whoa?" With a light laugh. "Just you. Whoa. You look incredible, love." He leans down to kiss my red lips. "Can't wait to ruin you tonight." I immediately feel my cheeks get hot. I hide my face into his chest.

9:00 pm

"We should get going, love." Trent says, lightly squeezing my ass, stopping me from grinding on him any further. We got a little carried away. "Can't we just stay home?" I ask him, kissing on his neck. "I promise, when we get home." He says. I get off him slightly disappointed and walk towards my vanity. I fix my lipstick and hair. I look at myself in the mirror. I feel pretty good right now. I'm wearing a little black and red dress and some black Louboutin heels, decked out in diamonds from head to toe. I see Trent behind me in the reflection. He wraps his arms round my waist and gives me a kiss on my neck.

My shoes were discarded, very carefully might I add, a long time ago. Trent and I have been dancing for ages and I finally decided to go sit down with our friends. Trent flew the all out from my hometown just for my birthday. He said that the last thing he would want was me being lonely on 'my day'. "Looks like you and Trent were having fun." Jocelyn says, raising her eyebrows at me, referring to the very promiscuous dancing Trent and I were doing. "Hey! It's my birthday. Leave me be." I say, slurring my words. I have had about 10 too many drinks. My drunken state is very obvious to everyone. I'm not normally one for partying too hard, but you'll only be 25 once. Might as well live it up. Trent is not nearly as drunk as I am, however he's decided to let loose too.

"Trent!!! Come over here." I say, stumbling over to him sitting at the bar with a few of his boys. I grab his arm and drag him over to where I was. "Wanna try weed??" I ask him, handing him a blunt we were sharing. At this point, I was long gone. "Are you sure? Is it safe?" Trent asks, holding the foreign object. I know he hasn't done it before, but it'll be fun. I'm not going to pressure him though. "Hey. It's fine, but if you don't want to, you don't have to." I try to reassure him silently, but my intoxicated state makes it increasingly difficult. Trent takes the blunt from my hand and takes a hit. He doesn't feel anything so he decides to take another. And another. And one more. "Whoa, whoa! Trent, that's going to hit you hard." Micah says to him. "I can't even feel i- whoaaaa." Trent gets taken back very quickly. "I told you it's good." I tell him, taking another hit myself. At this point Trent is struggling to keep his head straight.

Trent is now at the DJ booth with the DJ singing "7 Days" By Craig Davis. I can't help but blush at Trent singing at me. Now, is this the weed, alcohol, or just Trent? I have no clue, but I'm going to say it's Trent for the sake of him.

Trent and I are back to grinding on each other on the dance floor. We've already cut, ate, and vomited the obnoxiously big cake Trent got me. It helped with our extremely unsober selves, but then we went right back to drinking, so it was relatively pointless. Trent and I are slowly grinding to whatever song is playing. I'm too drunk to even process it. "We should get out of here. You do owe me." I tell him, referring to our almost quickie. Trent simply grabs me and takes us up to our friends. A few of them already leaving. "We're going to get going." I say to them, giggling  at Trent, making it unbearably obvious why we were leaving. Trent left me to say his goodbyes to his boys while I grab my belongings.

"Fuck, baby. That feel so fucking good!" I moan out loudly, too drunk to be worried. Trent has me tied up on our bed and he's fucking me silly. He has his hands on my hips, pulling me down every now and then. He also has his phone set up, filming us. Bondage and making a sex tape has been a topic of discussion between us for a while, but Trent was always opposed. He was too worried he's be too rough and hurt me, and that the video may possibly get out. Trent, not only being of his drunken state, but also because it's my birthday, finally agreed.

"Who can make you feel like this, love?" He asks me, pounding even harder. "Only you, Trent. Only you can make me feel like this. Oh, fuck. I love you so much." I start rutting nonsense. I feel my orgasm rush over too quick to warn him. I feel my hips buck up into Trent's dick as I cum around him. Trent finishes inside me before hesitating, but realizing how much I love when he cums in me. He grabs his phone and zooms in on my pussy leaking.

Trent's rubbing some lotion onto my wrists where I was straining against the ropes he had me tied with. "You did so well for me, baby. 'M so proud of you." He tells me, kissing me. He's cleaned me up and wiped off my makeup for me. He's cuddling into me and rubbing my head. I can feel sleep take over me as I close my eyes. "I love you." Is the last thing I hear before I doze off into a slumber.

Dm for Requests

Wattpad: Funkyfishfeet

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[beanghostprincess]

Transfem buggy anon-

I was listening to music on YouTube, like broke birches do, ya know? And Heather On The Hill played and I was hit with three fold ideas.

Roger had an accent. Like. A very cliché piratey accent, one who few if any others have on One Piece that we know of. And Buggy and Shanks were raised by this man. The likelihood of them not picking up some sort of accent or specific pronunciation of a word or phrase seems impossible to me.

Shanks and Buggy with very very VERY slight accents. They get thicker when they get highly emotional, tired or drunk.

As children, Buggy's was a bit more noticeable bc she ran on a cocktail of Rage, Greed, and Stolen Coffee, so she was always keyed up to about 11.

As adults, Shanks is tipsy more often than not, so his twang is a little more notable but difficult to place due to his general demeanor and timbre.

When the two are together, the first hour or so is fairly normal. Then it's like a switch flips and they feed off of each other until it's a completely different accent, word choice and slang is being thrown without thought. It leaves the rest a bit confused but also so happy that their captains feel safe.

Shanks sing Heather on The Hill for Buggy. It was her favorite song when Roger sang them to sleep after nightmares, it was the song she learned her first dance to, it was the song he learned specifically to ask her to be his - it has meaning to them both and it's a comfort song. ((Yes, it plays at the wedding))

Buggy uses it as a lullaby or a self soothing song ad well. She'll sing to the animals in the evenings as she helps look after them, when she feels a bit down, as a comfort to her friends and crew, etc.

Crocodile and Mihawk are a little embarrassed by how much they love how her accent thickens a bit during and after the song. They'll never admit it.

Just... aaaaaaaaaa them having pieces of Roger with them even decades after his death, adoring them and each other and absolutely being in love because That Person Is Theirs and they're just... so grateful

AAAAAA ♡♡♡

Well, your asks are getting better every day. This is beautiful. I absolutely adore it. Shanks and Buggy both carry that piece of Roger with them and are so comfortable and safe with each other that their accents are most noticeable when they're together,,, Shanks singing for Buggy,,, The thought of these two dancing together for the first time when they were teens makes me blush and giggle and kick my feet because they're the cutest thing on earth. Shanks is head over heels for her and he just loves listening to Buggy talking because whenever they're together, her accent is more obvious, and it brings back memories for both of them. And Buggy doesn't like that Shanks is tipsy most of the time but when they get drunk and have fun together? Listening to this guy's voice makes her heart do backflips. Embarrassingly so. Sometimes, when they've had too much to drink, they're the only ones who can understand each other and it doesn't even matter because they're in their own bubble of happiness anyway. Not to mention Mihawk and Crocodile, they're... They won't say it out loud but sometimes they make Buggy angry just to hear her accent slip. Sometimes they watch her sing only because they like her voice. At first, they don't even know why they do it, but it makes them want to stop making her life a living hell for a while and let her enjoy this.

It's just beautiful to see them having traits their captain had. I imagine Shanks using the same expressions or gestures. Attacks, too, of course. And Buggy is always rolling her eyes like "You wanna be him soooo bad" but she actually is fond of that. While Buggy actually does the same thing and she often eats the same food Roger liked or wears the same jewelry and listens to the same songs. Honestly, I think this happens with Rayleigh too and these two end up getting some of his traits also. And it would be so cute to see them reunite and see Rayleigh realizing how much of them these two have.

ALSO THE SONG IS PERFECT FOR THEM I AM SOBBING-

#THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE #crying and sobbing and shaking and- #this little family is always making me emotional #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #gol d. roger #cross guild #shuggy

[thesupremeuziplushy]

I hereby declare myself as n simp anon so my first request as n simp anon is: n x usually cold and reserved male dd reader :0

Welcome to my little fanfiction space, N simp anon! You ask and you shall recieve.

Reader is male but gender isn't really mentioned here soooo

N x Cold!Reserved!DD Reader

N, the sweetest drone on Copper-9! The way his toothy smile beams could rival the sun.

And then there's you, dragging the world's temperature down with your coldness (according to J).

You two are the perfect example of opposite attracts

Poor N, though. He was so afraid to confess his feelings for you, thinking you didn't like him. N is not good at reading others, he knows that himself. But at least with the other drones (which were J and V), he could tell what they felt at the moment.

However, with you he always began to overthink his decisions, sometimes abruptly stopping what he's saying to ask if you actually want to listen.

Tbh, he started to feel a bit hurt but tried to not take it as personally since you treated V and J the same.

Though he did notice that you seek him out a lot more than the others! Granted it was still not a lot but definitely noticeable.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and confessed his feelings to you right there and then!

"Uhm... H-Hey!" N waves awkwardly, trying to catch your attention. To his surprise, he did! He blushed as you turned in his direction, slowly approaching him.

"Hey, is something the matter?" Always quick to the point, J praised you a lot for it. But in N's head, he interpreted it as you not being interested in him, making him feel insecure all over again. Yet, he still swallowed his fears, trying his hardest to not make it obvious how nervous he is.

"N-No! I mean, yes! Wait no, it's nothing bad! But there's is something I have to say, haha." N prayed to whatever god there is to swallow him whole, bury him in the snow and become one with the planet. He feels his thoughts collapsing, words tumbling out of his mouth.

"Oh, uh... Okay? Shoot." N could scream right now. The only thing comforting him right now is your voice, even though your one-word answers make it all worse. N takes a heavy gulp before he continues.

"So, we've known each other for a while, right?" He dances around each word carefully, trying his hardest to read your expression.

"Yeah, we've arrived in the same pot." You say, pointing to the landing pod behind you. N began fiddling with his fingers.

"Whoops, yeah! Hehe... I almost forgot that!" He analyzes your face, trying to read any sort of expression to save himself. "So, I've been thinking and uh, you don't have to accept it of course! But hypothetically speaking..."

"N, are you okay?" You ask with worry for the first time, sending N spiraling down.

"GAH, I REALLY LIKE YOU AND WAS WONDERING IF YOU WANNA DATE!" N blurs out, covering his face with his hands afterward, refusing to look at your dumbfounded blushing face. And through his shame, he missed the small smile forming on your face.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

And this is how you two started dating!

Though it doesn't stop there with N panicking about every little thing

You're still hard to read which made N always overthink whenever he should hug or kiss you

You didn't really understand why N was always this nervous around you until he finally came clean and told you about his worries.

Cue a night filled with cuddles and heart-to-heart talks!

He's started to panic less now the more the understood you and the way you are.

In fact, your reserved nature has him more drawn to you, always loving this almost mysterious and calm side to you

Not as good as I wanted it to be but I still hope you enjoy it, N simp anon!

#md n x reader #n x reader #murder drones x reader #murder drones #md #md x reader #n simp anon

[kamiversee]

OKAY. HERE WE GO. I DID IT, I WENT OVER THE CHAPTERS AND PULLED OUT DIFFERENT THINGS. IM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG. PLS KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE UR STORY AND IM SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS!!!

....

Chapters that include Sukuna: 23, 24, 25, 32, 33, 34

Chapter 23: The Party Era "Well… around a time like now, that asshole is probably somewhere in the middle of the party," Gojo explains.

The way he refers to Sukuna as an asshole has you worried. Are you going to have to deal with another Naoya?

Swallowing down a large gulp of nerves, you bat your eyelashes at Gojo, "Asshole…?"

He tenses up beside you for some unknown reason, "Uh… I mean, yeah." He shrugs, "Sukuna isn't the nicest guy in the world, everyone knows that."

Satoru describing Sukuna as an asshole, tensing up but only saying that he isn't the "nicest guy in the world".

"Sukuna…" Gojo pauses, thinking hard about something before shaking the thought away, "He uh… How do I say this… He'll," The man looks down at you again, "He'll be nice to you."

He wasn't worried that Sukuna would hurt her. It makes me believe there could be a closer hint towards Sukuna knowing who the reader was prior to this. If he knew about her then it would give Satoru a reason to be able to leave her alone with him without worrying that he would harm her (if Choso was being honest about the abuse-- which he would have no reason to lie about?).

Your body language made it so painfully obvious that you didn't want this guy touching on you and you eventually turned your head back to him, noticing that it was the same person Gojo snapped at earlier.

That realization caused goosebumps to form all over your skin and you tried telling the man to back off you. He definitely heard you but clearly ignored you, going as far as groping your ass and creepily smiling at you.

The exact same man from before? It seems suspicious that the guy would go after the reader more than once in the night, especially after being practically threatened with Satoru's eyes… maybe this was set up? (I'm stretching it).

In the blink of your eye, one second he was trying to come to touch you again and the next you saw a fist make contact with his jaw, a crack heard even through the music as his body stumbled to the side and then made contact with the floor.

Sukuna doesn't even bat an eye before he whacks this man to the floor for harassing a woman. It makes me feel like there's something there. Does he know her? Or does he genuinely just hate people making women uncomfortable, but that also defeats the purpose of what Choso said-- why would Sukuna beat a guy up for making a woman uncomfortabe if he beats them.

The smile that was once spread across his face drops completely when he looks at you.

???

Chapter 24: The Heavy Tension

FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was the exact amount of time it took you to seduce Sukuna.

The act was way too easy. Actually, it was suspiciously easy.

It's one thing for him to have made his introduction by knocking a creep out for the sake of you but it's an entirely different thing for the man to then order you to dance with him.

Still feels weird to me, but I'm not too suspicious given his history with women (provided in future chapters).

His introduction seemed pretty odd as well. I feel like because the man was doing this to multiple women maybe this was still planned??? But he's also a creep SOOOO!

A voice was right in your ear, lips brushing over your skin and giving you literal chills, "You're not uncomfortable with me touching you, right?"

SEE IT JUST MAKES ME SO CONFUSED!!!!

"Bullshit," He utters, "Nobody dresses like this without the intent of gaining my attention," Sukuna claims while his hands slide back down along your body.

This is probably nothing but I thought I might just add it?

"Care to be my next victim?" Sukuna requests, his wording making your face scrunch up a little.

"What a poor choice of words…" You murmur in response, taking him by complete surprise.

IM SORRY I HAD TO ADD IT LMAO

You glance over to a nightstand you pass by and notice a single framed picture. Stopping, you can't help but pick it up. It's Yuji. The resemblance between Sukuna and his younger brother is uncanny, they look identical with the exception of Sukuna appearing older and having face tattoos.

"Is this your brother?" You blurt out.

Sukuna's head turns back to you again, his brows furrowed and a vein popping out in his forehead at the mere mention of his sibling. "Unfortunately, yes." He sighs deeply, rolling his eyes at how curious you are and returning his attention to whatever it was on inside the bathroom.

If this isn't Choso's room, which I don't think it is… Why would Sukuna have a framed photo of Yuji? He obviously doesn't like his brother, but I feel like there's something weird about that fact.

Only to be stopped by another banging against the room door, this time followed by some guy calling Sukuna's name.

…

His phone buzzes on the counter and his head snaps back before he snatches the device up. Sukuna's whole face sinks and he looks like he's about to kill someone.

"These fucking idiots…" He sighs, unlocking his phone and responding to something. You sit idly on the floor, staring up at him until he looks down at you again.

With a sigh Sukuna shakes his head, "Someone threatened to call the cops and shut this party down so, I gotta' go." He explains.

I'm sorry this was definitely Satoru no one is telling me otherwise…

Chapter 32: The Heavy Tension

He nods his chin toward the picture you just had in your hands, "You know my brother, don't you?"

There is no way he could have guessed that??? She picked up a picture of Yuji last time and he didn't think she'd know who he was, but Choso?

"He's talked about you before," Sukuna says suddenly.

I know he said this in a joking way, but is there any way that Choso and Sukuna still keep in touch?

It's slow but he soon meets your eyes, "Bad one. Fucker' snuck a hit on me like the little bitch he is," Sukuna curses.

Oh he's definitely talking about Satoru c'mon.

"No, but, I fight a lot and I'd love to have a pretty face like yours taking care of me after each one," Sukuna comments, his words making your heart race.

I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND ANYMORE…

Sukuna releases one and then brings the other to his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm of your hand.

He's being so gentle here????!?!?!

Chapter 34 - The Degrading Era

On your body was this large t-shirt and… your underwear? Except, it was freshly cleaned? Holy shit, how long were you out for?

He even takes care of her the morning after, which feels weird because of his character.

"How do you feel?" Sukuna cuts off, uninterested in your questions as to why he's so close to you.

…

When you opened the device and went through it, you noticed your notification from your bank, a lovely deposit of six thousand USD having been sent to you within the last hour.

Okay so Satoru already knowing did seem fairly suspicious. But then again you were gone for awhile…?? But he wasn't with you… UGH I DONT KNOW!

That's oddly specific. You didn't think much of when he called you a whore last night, since, y'know, you like being degraded. But, something about that being his assumption for your occupation is a crazy coincidence.

Especially considering how hellbent Gojo was on telling you not to call yourself that. The more you think about it…

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

I DONT CARE IF SUKUNA SAID HE WAS JOKING. THIS IS TOO SUSPICIOUS!!!! "You've got the kinda' pussy men pay for. Hell, I…"

I know this is because he didn't want to compliment the reader BUT 1. he's seeming a little to sweet to her if this isn't how he normally treats women. 2. I DONT THINK HE WOULD JOKE? DID HE PAY??? HELLO!!! IM CONFUSED

You're quick to wrap your arms around his neck as you're lifted into the air and Sukuna carries you to his bathroom.

"Do not get used to this." He says sternly.

You've got a big smile on your face as he assists you with readying yourself for the day.

The man helps you to brush your teeth, cleanse your face, get dressed in your clothes from the night prior that have been washed, and then he basically carries you everywhere around his house.

After which, Sukuna says he's driving you home and you end up spending a lovely morning receiving princess treatment from the man.

I'm sorry HELLO? I'm telling you this is weird behaviour for someone who supposedly fucks and dips… he seems to caring, especially towards her. I know he doesn't have feelings for her but what is it!!!

(i put this on my acc also if it's easier to read that way i dont know if these messages get cut off lmk!)

if u read this... thank u, and im sorry.

ly girl ur great!

Oh you’re gonna eat the next chapter I upload up ngl

So to start, I can’t confirm or deny anything as typically said :/

But I’ll instead give you more things to consider based on these thoughts of yours! These are in no specific order btw so bear with me pls !

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One, as said before, no one knows the time frame on what Choso said about Sukuna being abusive to women & I’d also like to point out how it’s clearly said that Choso moved out of their shared home the moment he got the chance to years ago.

While this doesn’t make up for anything, it is something to consider since he was quite kind to the reader & for him to act such a way it’s just out of character compared to what Choso says :)

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Two, the creep who harasses the reader twice is simply just an example of men who just dont take the hint. He blatantly ignored Gojo’s threat and still approached the reader anyways — it wasn’t set up at all ^.^

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People keep asking why Sukuna would assume the reader knew Choso. Well, they do attend the same university & as seen in the most recent chapter, most people are aware of the two being brothers — the reader being the only one out of the loop. Hell, even Shoko knew a bit about them since she said Sukuna doesn’t like being referred to as Itadori.

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It’s never stated that Sukuna typically fucks & leaves. If anything, notice how he offers to be fwb to the reader. Never is it specified that Sukuna is the type to fuck someone once & then dip, especially as it’s later revealed the reader isn’t the only woman he’s interested in having sex with as he says he called the “wrong whore”.

Plus, despite Choso’s claim of Sukuna hitting women & us not knowing the time frame on that, note that his aftercare could just be who he is. I had to make him the king of something in this fic & I chose aftercare💀

That being said, sure, later down the line you could assume Sukuna would lose his temper and lay his hand on someone but never would you know if his aftercare to the reader is exclusive only to her or just how he is.

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Gojo sending the money the next morning isn’t unusual in any way.

When the reader slept with Toji, Gojo knew (assumed) she’d done it without even receiving a text from her so it’s safe to assume he did the same with Sukuna and figured after not hearing a word from the reader, she’d completed her goal.

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I believe that’s about all I wanted to explain, the theory girlies are gonna eat this tf up so ty for the break down🫶

Oh, you still missed the detail I said no one found btw ;)

#kamiversee!answers #tfl!theories

[softhairedhotch]

hii hope ure doing well <3 i recently thought of a potential fic idea that u might like HEHE... considering there's many fics about like bau!reader wearing like skirts in efforts to tempt aaron. i was like.. Hm. what if No skirts???

so instead: reader who typically wears suits! and one day reader decides to upgrade their wardrobe after finding a good tailor n getting a bonus pay check 😋😋 MAYBEEE reader doesn't necessarily mean to tempt aaron in any way but aaron is AFFECTED . (this could be like pre-relationship or after they get together)

poor man is literally trying so hard not to let his eyes linger n keep his wandering thoughts at bay but it's tough considering he thinks reader is So Damn Fine

bonus: one day it gets unbelievably humid so reader takes off the jacket n rolls their sleeves up... and ofc we all know rolled up shirt sleeves = sluttiest look Ever . hence, aaron's mind Just. Malfunctions. bc i feel, even god's strongest men, will crumble at the sight of THE slutty whoreish rolled up shirt sleeves look ‼️‼️‼️‼️

- 🤲

AHHH HEY!! i'm doing well thanks, hope you are too!! i was gonna reply to this last night when you first sent it but i couldn't open the ask on my phone bc the formatting fucked up and i couldn't read it </33 but im on my computer now hehe

also i LOVE this idea omg it's so good

aaron would be so flustered bless him, he just can't look away from you and how your new suits somehow look even BETTER on you than the ones you used to wear. it just fits you so well and makes you look soooo good and the poor man thinks he might lose his mind tbh :') he feels bad n unprofessional bc of the way he's looking at you and he thinks you might think he's being creepy but tbh you're LOVING the attention hehe bc you can tell it's getting to him 🤭🤭 it's even better if you're not dating at the time bc you finally realise that he might fr be into you and you're in that fun lil stage of dancing around each other while making it super obvious that you're into each other hehe

n YESSS his mind would Crumble at the sight omgg!! he'd be unable to look away from your arms and hands and he'd be thinking about all the places they could (and should 🤭) be hehehe. and he loves the way your shirt fits you soooooo much and he's losing himself in the thoughts of what you look like beneath HEHE. but then obviously that makes him feel WORSE bc he's thinking stuff he knows he shouldn't about you but he can't help it because you just look SO GOOD and all he wants to do is kiss you hehe :3 he'd have to excuse himself because he's just so flustered bless

it'd also be fun if you followed him to the bathroom and asked if he was okay and teased him a lil bit by standing close as you wash your hands and he's just staring at you with NO CLUE WHAT TO DO because holy shit he wasn't expecting a) you to be into it and b) YOU TO BE MAYBE DOING IT ALL ON PURPOSE??? he just knows that once the day is over, you and he are gonna have a talk hehe and it's up to you if it ends up with going on a date or you end up fucking in his office <3

#obsessed with your mind #🤲 anon #casks #casper's anons #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #reader insert #criminal minds

[sugar-omi]

i think in real life it’s kinda bad to do this but like,,,,, I love making cove jealous on purpose 🤭

like when you agree to take up Baxter’s offer for dance lessons RIGHT AFTER cove is like “mc is the only one I’d wanna dance with 😌” and he just rolls his eyes at you 💀 or when you tell him you also got Baxter’s number with Terry “Yeah we got it. *cue cove’s surprise at the word ‘we’* I got his number too” and he’s just like “wow. 😧”

something about that is just soooo hehehe to me like I just want him to act possessive of me soooo bad !!! cove give me some reaction babyboy please !! 😫😫

YESSSS SAME

also when you tell baxter the flirting is okay/doesn't bother you. i feel like they changed that but maybe not???

bc i coulda swore cove did the whole "so flirting is okay?" even when you're dating and it bothered him but he didn't say anything. maybe i'm getting my play thru's mixed up though bc 9.9 times outta 10 i was dating cove by step 3 lol so who knows

AND I WISH HE WAS MORE OBVIOUSLY JEALOUS... LIKE SOME DIALOGUE/EXPRESSIONS ARE STILL THE SAME EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DATING/CRUSHING OR AT FRIENDS AND I JUST INTEROPERATE IT AS JEALOUSY

i think cove isn't that jealous honestly, he doesn't realize some things at first like people liking you n all that stuff, but the more obvious it is or if its pointed out to him, or he realizes it the more uncomfortable he is and i think THEN he gets jealous

at least as a teen he's all squirmy n uncomfortable bc he's never had to like "fight" for your attention/love but as teens he realizes there's gonna be a lot more chances for people to hit on you/crush on you and for you to meet other people and stuff and he's just not used to it so he gets jealous n doesn't know what to do w it

BUT IN STEP 4, IF YOU PICK DEREK AS YOUR MAN OF HONOR/BEST MAN OR WHATEVER, COVE WILL SAY "i hope not. not unless they're getting married to me a second time."

LIKE AHHHH 🙈🙈🙈

ykw i just thought abt it. prbly (definitely) ooc but cove is so used to you being jealous and possessive and doting on him, just fretting over him all the time. that when someone else like baxter comes along n takes your attention, n all that stuff that's when he gets jealous

"i'm your boyfriend so... stop paying attention to other guys."

pls why am i about to write a whole bit on jealous babygirl cove...

[thenightfolknetwork]

Helloooooo!!! I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been listening for a while now, but I haven’t written in before.

So! I’ve done ballet for a little over ten years. I started when I was six and a half, and I’m almost seventeen now. I probably won’t dance professionally, but I love it. A lot. The culture surrounding ballet has a… history of mistreating the liminal community—I mean, aside from the obvious body-based exclusion, there’s also the horrible appropriation in the so-called “romantic” period—but luckily, the ballet school I attend is founded and run by a fellow person of the night, and it’s very accepting of all sorts of creatures. People tend to assume that I’m Sapio when they first meet me anyway, but it’s still nice to be able to talk to the mice and cockroaches and not get strange looks, y’know?

And, two years ago, I finally convinced one of my best friends to start taking ballet classes! It’s been great. We review choreography together, help each other with different skills—I’m a jumper, she’s a turner—get enlisted by the costumers to do what we like to call “grunt work” (I am an expert at sewing buttons)—we even go to the library to check out books on stuff like "the use of physical motifs in ballet" and "creature traditions in classical repertoire." It’s really, really wonderful getting to be with someone who’s as excited about the art form as I am.

That’s not my problem. My problem is that she’s… she’s better than me now. Despite starting at 14 in something where being 9 is considered old, she has incredible turnout and gorgeous lines, never gets winded, is picking up épaulement far faster than really anyone ought to be able to—I could go on like this for a while.

You see, she’s a shapeshifter. Proud of it, too. One time when we were 12 or so, our painfully Sapio history teacher very nervously asked if anyone knew what it was like to be from “a genus with so-ma-tic var-i-a-bil-i-ty”—I swear he was looking at notes on his hand—and my friend kicked her scuffed converse up on the desk, said, “No, but I can tell you what it’s like to be a shapeshifter,” and then gave herself extra teeth while smiling. That’s the kinda control she has over it.

And she has a lot of options when it comes to which shape she wants to take on any given day. Since ballet is easier for certain bodies, she, very understandably, chooses a form for class that’s naturally flexible and strong and has exactly the required musculature and is easy to balance with and that’s fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her being comfortable and confident in her identity, and, by extension, her body. She doesn’t rub it in, or act like she’s better than the rest of us, or anything like that.

To be clear, she is a hard worker. I don’t want to dismiss that. She writes down notes after class and helps the teachers with the really young groups and takes the lower level’s class on Tuesdays and Thursdays to work on her technique and is generally doing everything right. But so am I! I do all of those things with her, heck, I'm the one who taught her how to seek them out! And I’ve been doing this for ten years! And when you come from a genus that rarely lives past 100, ten years isn’t something to sneeze at. It’s not fair. It’s not anybody’s fault that it’s unfair, but it’s still not right! Please help. I love my friend, and I want to be happy for her, but whenever I see her do a freaking quadruple pirouette in pointe shoes and then balance (because of course, sure, why not, it’s soooo easy) before landing, I just feel furious.

Oh, reader. This sounds extremely difficult and frustrating. You've worked very hard over the last ten years, and as you rightly say, that is not something to sneeze at – especially when you take into consideration how young you were when you started.

You talk a lot towards the end of your letter about what is and isn't “fair” or “right”. I would like you to take a moment and consider the alternatives. Would it be more fair for certain genuses to be prohibited from taking part in your classes? Would it be more right that your friend should sublimate her natural abilities in order to take part?

Or perhaps you would simply not allow anyone to participate at all if they seem to be more naturally flexible, or have better balance, or a stronger core than… Well, here is the other question. What is it we're comparing to? The national average, the average ballet dancer – or simply, you?

Did you know, in the world of professional cycling, there is one trait which is most likely to affect a cyclists chances to reach the upper echelons of their chosen sport? More than height or weight, more than time spent training, more even than their genus. This trait is: being born at high altitude.

But that's not fair, you say! It isn't right, that a simple accident of one's birth should lend such an advantage. Perhaps we should set a cap on natal altitude in such competitions. And what of the second most impactful trait – the wealth of one's birth country? Do we have different leagues for rich and poor, high and low altitude?

I hope you can see how ridiculous that sounds. Life is not a mathematics equation. You can't just add time and effort and get success. There is so much luck involved – lucky births, lucky bodies, lucky brains and lucky bank accounts.

You aren't doing anything wrong by happening to have been born into a family that supports your interests. So too, your friend isn't doing anything wrong by happening to have a body that makes ballet more accessible to her. It is simply the luck of the draw.

Furthermore, 'being good at ballet' is not a finite resource. Your friend isn't taking anything from you by doing well, and her accomplishments in no way diminish your own.

These feelings of jealousy are natural and normal. But they are not healthy emotions, or helpful ones. Acknowledge them, then let them go. Concentrate instead on what you love about ballet, what you love about your friend, and in taking pride in your own achievements. You have worked hard and accomplished a great deal in your own right, and those accomplishments deserve to be celebrated in their own right – not only in comparison to someone else.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies