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endlessthxxghts · 3 months

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Time of The Month

New boyfriend!Frankie Morales x afab!gn!reader

Summary: You had a date planned tonight, but your monthly visitor makes an early appearance, wreaking bloody havoc on your plans. W/C: 1k (wow, I'm sticking to my celebration rules for once?) Content warnings: Pics are for aesthetic purposes only!! Mature content, but purely fluff and comfort! Mention of reader having period, but no use of any pronouns or physical or feminine descriptors. Santi gets mentioned! Frankie calls you "cariño" and "baby." Some kissing. Honestly, I think that's it! Please let me know if I missed anything. BLOG RULES MAKE THIS 18+! MDNI.

A/N: This is my response to this request made by @sawymredfox in regard to my 1k follower celebration! I hope this gives you all the fluff and comfort you were hoping for!🥹 Also, shoutout to @javierpena-inatacvest for picking out the pictures above — it matches the comfort vibe perfectly. Thank you, bestie, I love you.💚 Anywho, I hope you enjoy. I'd love to hear what ya guys think. All my love. Xx

MASTERLIST || L'S 1K CELEBRATION

You and Frankie have been seeing each other, officially, for a few months now. And even though you two were friends for a little bit of time before that, there was still a charge of attraction then. So, really, your entire relationship started in the talking stage. So, yeah, your guys’ relationship is relatively new, which is why he’s shaking like a leaf at the prospect of letting himself into your home without you giving him the approval to do so—even if you told him so many times before that it was okay. But when you didn’t answer your phone for the third time in a row, he knew something was off, especially since you two had a little date planned in a few hours.

Putting in the code to your garage—no, he doesn’t have a key…yet—he makes his way through, hitting the button inside to watch it fall shut before he actually enters your home. He’s met with complete silence: all lights off, the television off, no sign of life anywhere.

He calls out your name, voice filled with anxiety. A beat passes, and no answer. He walks deeper inside, slowly making his way to the living room. “Cariño?” He calls out. Still, no answer. He really doesn’t want to invade your privacy like this, but part of him can’t just sit in the unknown. Not when his partner is the most communicative person he’s ever met in his life. No, something is really wrong.

He makes his way to your bedroom. The door is shut, but not all the way—enough for Frankie to see your dimly lit space and smell a plethora of essential oils coming from your room. He gives your door a slight knock before entering, and the view he’s met with sends him in absolute shambles. You’re curled up in your bed, fetal position, cocooned in a thick blanket, and your arms are wrapped around something—holding it tight to your lower belly. A heating pad, he thinks.

Your bedside table houses a glass of water, some painkillers, and some chocolate. Then, it clicks.

You’re on your period.

It’s not like Frankie has never experienced a person being on their period before, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen you on your period before (just last month—duh!). But he has never seen you like this. So weak and fragile. So in pain. God, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain. He would take it all away if he could.

The only reason he’s nervous is because he knows every person who gets their period is different; their needs are different. Unique. Some prefer the warm embrace of another at all times, others prefer complete solitude. Frankie was still learning what you were like during your time of the month, and he just wants to be as accommodating as possible for you. He doesn’t want to make you upset, ever, and definitely not when you’re in such a vulnerable state—ready to either cry or rip him a new asshole. Whatever he would have to experience, though, he would endure it, for you.

Scooting closer to the side of the bed you’re laying on, he slowly kneels, his broad hand feeling your forehead. Warm and a slight layer of sweat from your cocoon and your heat pack. You stir at his touch. “Cariño,” he whispers, trying to get you aware of his presence.

Your eyebrows furrow, a little pout forming, not wanting to wake up. Frankie softly laughs to himself. He brings his face closer to yours, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Baby,” he says a little louder this time, still unbelievably gentle.

One eye slowly peels open, the other following suit. “Frankie?” you say with uncertainty, your voice thick with sleep. Your hand leaves its hold on your heat pack to rub the fatigue out of your eyes.

“Hi, honey,” he whispers, his thumb mindlessly caressing your face wherever he can reach.

“B-baby, what are you doing here? I-” you gasp. “Oh, fuck! Baby!” You immediately rip the blanket off of you, scrambling to get yourself to sit up. “Baby, our date! What time is it? I must’ve fallen asleep- I- I’m sor-”

Standing a little taller now on one knee, Frankie stands between your legs, both his hands finding their homes on your cheeks, pulling you to look at him—to ground you. He kisses your nose, a soft say of your name to get your attention.

“Cariño, breathe, it’s okay, we’re okay,” he says softly. “We planned for 7, baby, it’s 5:30.”

He feels your body start to relax, a soft sigh of relief fanning his cheeks. “Oh,” you whisper.

“The question is, though,” he asks, one hand leaving your cheek to rest across your lower belly. “Do you feel okay enough to even leave the house?”

You track his hand before you meet his eyes. “...not really,” you admit.

“That’s oka-”

Cutting him off with a thick sigh, “I’m so sorry, baby, I just ruined tonight. My period has been wonky lately. I was supposed to start tomorrow, but it ended up being a murder scene a few hours ago, and I’ve been in pain ever since. I didn’t even realize how hard I knocked out-”

He pulls your face into his, your lips meeting each other in a soft embrace, stopping your brain from the 5k marathon it was currently running. He pulls away, your cheeks completely hot under his gaze, Frankie mirroring your bashfulness. “I- I’m sorry, I just-” he lets out a breathy laugh. “I don’t need you overthinking with me, cariño. I promise it’s okay. As long as I’m with you, I really don’t care what we’re doing. Okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, eyes tearing up at how sweet your boyfriend is.

“I just want you. I just need you. Nothing else,” he angles your head down to kiss your forehead. “Now what’s my baby craving? I’ll go get it.”

“No-” you immediately reply, clearing your throat to suppress your eager response. “No… just. I don’t want you to leave me.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his kneeling form flush against your sitting one.

“Okay, baby. I’ll just get it delivered then. Pretty sure Santi isn’t doing anything besides being an asshole,” he says, laughing into your neck. “Wanna bother him?”

“Fuck yeah,” you laugh. Frankie beams at the sound.

“¿Qué quieres comer?” What do you want to eat?

“Mmm, can we get…” you trail off, a little shy to indulge. He’s probably hungry and wanting a real meal like what your original plan was for, but here you are, craving nothing but junk and snacks to satiate you tonight.

“Hm? Fries and a chocolate frosty? You want pickles, too, huh? Maybe some mashed potatoes?”

Oh my God. You’re going to fucking marry this man.

“…yes.”

Frankie pulls away from you with a smirk, reaching for his phone to dial up Santi.

Huh. Maybe he already does know you—especially during this time of the month.

End note - I hope this was okay!🥹 There are a few more requests for me to do as part of my celebration!! I'm sorry if it seems like I'm dragging them out lol! Not my intention at all, just trying to balance my excitement with the neediness of school😩 lolol but anyway, I love you all SO MUCH thank you for your endless love.💚

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sminiac · 3 months

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Heyy can we get soul bf if not its okay i really live your intak,theo and keeho ver.

⋆ Haku Shota + Reader

💌 — Of course I can my sweets! Thank you sm <3!!!

Bf!Soul who buys you the silliest gifts whether he’s travelling or not, the type to see ads of utterly ridiculous items that would have no practical value to it and still put them into his cart without hesitation and giggles to himself when handing the package to you when it comes in, wouldn’t say a word even if you repeatedly ask him what it is, just sits and waits patiently for you to open it.

Ex: Sometimes he even goes out of his way to buy you matching accessories, but sometimes it’s the most absurd looking thing you’ll ever see. Also yk how he has 2 custom rings of his dogs? He’d 100% get custom pieces for the two of you, the design pertaining to something that only you and him understand! Would also get a few pieces with your initials engraved in the back, another little secret only you’d know about.

Bf!Soul who doesn’t like messaging you when he’s away, he absolutely will when there’s no other option but he’d much rather hear your voice, and he makes sure to tell you too! “I just missed hearing you talk to me that’s why I called, it makes me feel better, you know?” He’d also send you little texts throughout the day to keep you updated on where he is, what he’s doing, but they’d never be in great detail, you’d look down randomly at your phone and there’s just: “Baby I ate a bug!!” and “Walked head first into a pole >ヮ< I’m okay I think”

Ex: He’d also frequently tell you “I miss you” but every time he’d explain why, and it would almost always be a different reason each time :,)

Bf!Soul who is such an affectionate person, hugs and kisses given to you for the smallest reasons, you open something for him? You’re suddenly being smothered in kisses, they’re so quick and gentle that before you know it he’s pulling away like he didn’t just leave you blinded and dizzy from his lips. Also the type to hug you unexpectedly, just slowly raises his arms leaving his chest open until you get the hint and pull yourself into him, the same with holding your hand, but instead he’d keep reaching, pulling, trying to dig his fingers to his designated spot between yours.

Bf!Soul who builds you the cutest, most aesthetic buildings you’ve ever seen in your shared Minecraft world, the amount of time and effort he’d put into making everything pretty for you is insane. Takes care of your cats, dogs, and other random plethora of animals when you’re offline, would also leave you random little signs with messages on them for you to find whenever you’re active again, sometimes they’re just silly nonsense, others you’ll find really cute ones of him just completely gushing over you.

Bf!Soul who I feel like is so “Guess what Y/n did?” To his members, a constant yapper about you, if you’ve done anything to your hair recently, that one makeup look you did, that outfit you wore, that thing you said, everything and anything he’s constantly connecting to you and then he just has to tell everyone!

Bf!Soul who lets you do anything you want to him, he’s just pure putty in your hands! You want to put his hair in cute pigtails again? He’s already finding a spot between your legs so you have easier access to his head. You want to see him in a certain outfit? He’s laying out all of his options for you to pick from, and he doesn’t complain even one bit throughout the process.

Ex: Small spontaneous photoshoots happen quite often with this, does so many poses for you, even refers to you as his ‘pretty photographer’ when crediting you in the caption of his posts for taking the pictures of him.

Bf!Soul who would request of you to send your favourite songs to him just so he can make a freestyle video for you :,)

Bf!Soul who I feel like puts an incredible amount of effort into conveying his love for you, he really appreciates someone who can even help him, whether that’s guiding him into the words he can’t seem to find or just simply being patient with him. Likes cuddling into you while you play with his hair as he rambles on and on about you, what you mean to him, how lucky he must be to have found someone so reactive to his energy that not a lot of people can match in the way he feels is genuine. When he has the time he really gets into the details about how he feels, the emotion behind it, I feel like he’d really like the deep, touching talks late at night where everything just pieces together right in front of his eyes thanks to your presence, your kind heart. He could talk to you for hours, things are just easy with you.

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theminecraftbee · 3 months

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I have wondered! Why is Joe’s hair green?

YAY I GET TO EXPLAIN! so near the end of season 7 bdubs had this store called snips where he did haircuts for the hermits, almost universally silly ones. amongst those were “somehow a haircut gave ren dog ears as an in-universe excuse to canonize that”, the double braid haircut that keralis still has, impulse getting pink hair to match the color his base was at the time, and, notably, joe ending up with chroma green hair. which, okay, the chroma-key green is a Thing with joe hills in general, which I won’t get into entirely, just know that’s the case.

since that was near the end of season seven, it made sense for joe to carry it forward to season eight, where he ended up looking like a scene kid the whole time. incidentally, this is ALSO where a lot of current joe hills fanon started to really solidify (especially given just HOW involved in big moon he was), which kept the very lime green aesthetic for him for a while.

(a lot of the OTHER common joe hills fanon solidified because of sexyman. which makes me sit here and go “god I have 11k followers at this point AND ran sexyman. how much of that fanon is my fault.” but I digress.)

when season 9 started, joe redid parts of his skin to give himself the long hair and facial hair he had irl at the time, and then the king ren plot gave him glasses for his skin, which he also kept to reflect irl. notably, irl he doesn’t have a green undercut, so his hair on his skin became brown again. however at that point the neon greens and bright colors and beads and stuff were all VERY ESTABLISHED joe fanon (plus he’s the kind of guy who actively owns neon green fishnet gloves irl it’s not absurd as a trait to have stuck around), so a lot of artists kept it around by giving him green highlights!

and THAT is how joe ended up having green hair in so much art despite that not having been a thing for like two years now!

#answered

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rubyreduji · 9 months

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congratulations (again) on 3k followers, jj!! i am scuttling over here like a gremlin to make my very first request for ur sleepover event hehe :3c

i've been toying with this idea about bffs!minghao and reader where hao has this emo punk aesthetic while reader is basically the epitome of girly pop -- everything pink, short skirts, frilly dresses, all that jazz. no one knows how they wound up as bffs but little does everyone know they have the filthiest sex behind their backs <3

thank you sm !!!! i am always present for any and all jj content >:3c

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

summary: you and your best friend could not be anymore different, you two seem to make it work though

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, fingering, thigh high kink, creampie wc: 1.8k an: if minghao is ooc then im sorry </3 i just want him to be an emo simp okay,,, also hello kai :33 thank you for the request i literally love this dynamic so much im sorry if you hate it fjdksla

“Hao-Hao!” You shout as you see your best friend enter the party. His lanky, dark clad figure stands in the doorway and he looks over at you lazily. You rush up to him and quickly cling to his arm, nuzzling your face against his bicep.

Across the room Wonwoo shakes his head. “I don’t know how those two are friends.”

The other two boys sitting with Wonwoo glance at where you and Minghao stand and Jihoon frowns. “It doesn’t even seem like Minghao likes her that much.”

Minghao’s face is unwavering as you yank at his arm, your mouth flying a hundred miles a minute as you ramble on about your day. The conflicting personalities aren’t the only thing that is odd about your friendship.

It’s like looking at day and night as you two walk past where the three boys are sitting. Minghao’s signature frown is accompanied by his black t-shirt and black jeans, the only thing breaking them being the silver eyelets on his belt. His height and demeanor already do enough to contribute to his scary presence, but his sleeve of tattoos and the dark eyeliner smudged on his eyes puts the finishing touch on it. Compared to you, it’s like watching a doberman and a pomeranian walk side by side.

Your own figure is dressed up in a short, pink skirt with white frilly socks that stretch all the way up to your thighs. Your matching pink heels clack against the floor as you trot next to Minghao. There’s a permanent smile on your face that pairs nicely with the makeup you applied this morning.

“They’ve been best friends for a while,” Soonyoung says, still staring at you two. “I still don’t know how though. They have nothing in common.”

“Obviously,” Jihoon mutters. “Maybe Minghao is just keeping her around to be nice?”

“Minghao? Nice?” Wonwoo scoffs. “More like she’s the one stringing him along.”

“Maybe one of them lost a bet,” Soonyoung pipes in.

“Or it’s some elaborate prank.”

“Hey.” The gruff voice makes all three boys jump, their heads whipping around to see their topic of conversation standing over them. Without fail you’re there as well. “We’re heading out if someone asks.”

With that Minghao grabs your hand and pulls you away. Minghao’s black, chipped nail polish looks silly next to your perfectly manicured pink nails and your cute beaded friendship bracelets contrast deeply with Minghao’s studded leather bracelets.

You giggle as Minghao leads you out of the party and to his car. He opens the door for you and you slide in as Minghao rounds the car to get into the driver’s seat.

“Hao,” you start, “is it really that weird that we’re friends?”

“Don't listen to them, they're all just idiots,” Minghao tells you, his hand moving across the center console to rest on your bare thigh. You smile at his response, and he squeezes your thigh.

You and Minghao have been friends for as long as you can remember, but it wasn’t until later in life you two became best friends. Now you two are practically inseparable as you drag Minghao with you everywhere you go. You like to think of him as your “scary dog privilege”.

The contrast of you and your best friend does not go unnoticed by you, but you’re not sure why it’s such a big deal. If anything, you find it cute. You love how it sounds when you’re walking, Minghao’s combat boots thudding deeply as your high heels click in tandem.

It’s not like you two don’t have anything in common either. You two share the same taste in movies, and Minghao never complains when you listen to whatever girly pop song you play in the car. It doesn’t matter if you two don’t have all the same interests though, because you’ve been friends for so long you have learned to appreciate each other’s interests.

There is one other giant perk of being best friends with Minghao though.

“These are cute,” Minghao grunts as his fingers trail over your panties. You shudder at the touch but still smile at your best friend.

“I know! They’re new.” You wiggle your hips a bit, showing off your pink lace underwear. You’re lying pressed against his mattress, your skirt flipped up to reveal your thighs and panties. Minghao stares down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“How much were they?” Minghao mutters and you think for a moment before respondings with the fairly cheap price you paid. Minghao then smirks before grabbing the fabric and tearing it apart. “I’ll buy a new pair.”

With that he pushes a finger into you, your cunt already dripping just from the making out you two did as soon as you made it inside Minghao’s apartment. You mewl out at the intrusion, your hips automatically bucking up into his touch.

You can feel the coolness of Minghao’s rings pushed up against your folds as Minghao’s fingers delve deeper into you.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” Minghao coos. “In your pretty little skirt and stockings with my fingers inside your needy little cunt.”

“H-hao,” you gasp out. You reach towards him, tugging at his shirt, and Minghao gets the hint. He slides his fingers out of you and you can feel your walls clench around nothing, begging to be filled again, as Minghao pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso.

You love how Minghao looks with his shirt off, all of his tattoos on full display for you. You sit up and run your hands across his chest, admiring the art on his skin. Minghao just smirks and leans down to kiss you.

Minghao pushes you back against the bed once more, this time crawling over you. His lips slide against yours expertly as his hands trail up your sides before his fingers stop at your boobs. It’s now his turn to admire your chest.

His body rests between your legs and Minghao grinds down against you, his bulge rubbing right against your bare clit. You whimper into Minghao’s mouth, impatient to feel him inside of you. His fingers grope at your tits over your thin shirt and you can feel your nipples pebble up under his touch,

“Hao,” you whine, “please. No more teasing, I need you to fuck me.”

“If you insist, pretty girl,” Minghao says. He pulls away from you, this time to strip from the rest of his clothes and all of his accessories. You quickly do the same, disposing of all of your clothes, besides your stockings. You have yet to confirm if your best friend actually has a thigh highs kink, but the way he fucks you harder when you keep them on doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

No matter what people may say about how Minghao treats you, you’re his princess and he really would do anything for you. Which is why he’s laying down on the bed, allowing you to crawl into his lap and line yourself up to twitching cock. There are very few things you love more than riding Minghao. Only your Sanrio plushies and your Skzoo keychains come to mind, so yeah, you really love riding your best friend.

Slowly, you sink down onto Minghao’s cock, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of him stretching out your walls. You can hear the shallow breath Minghao takes when he bottoms out and you arch your back at the feeling of his tip brushing up against your cervix.

“Will never get tired of your tight little pussy,” Minghao growls.

You can’t respond, your brain is already a bit too incoherent to think of a proper response. Instead you lean forward and brace your hands on Minghao’s chest as you start to roll your hips. Minghao’s hands fly up to grab at your ass, helping to bounce you up and down in his lap. His fingers knead at your ass, the feeling of his strong fingers digging into your skin sends even more jolts of pleasure to your core.

Even during sex, you and Minghao couldn’t be more different. Your moans are wanton and loud, shameless in showing your pleasure, where Minghao is more grunts and huffs and the occasional dirty sentence.

Your white thigh highs look pretty pressed up against Minghao’s tattooed thigh and the sight makes you wonder if Minghao is on to something with his thigh high kink. You stare down at the man as he smirks up at you. He moves your hands so they’re off his chest and braced against the mattress so your body hovers over his even more, his mouth now level with your breasts.

Your pussy clenches down at the feeling of his warm tongue running over your stiff nipples. Your breath is labored as you stare down at Minghao. The only view you get is of his dark mullet though, your best friend lost in his pleasure of sucking on your tits.

You’re far past having the ability to think straight, let alone focus on more than one thing, and your hips stop moving in turn to enjoy Minghao’s mouth against your tits. This doesn’t fare well with him though, and he tightens his grip on your ass, guiding you down his length as he pounds up into you.

With Minghao’s help, his cock now hits against your g-spot, making sparks fly behind your eyes with each thrust. You can barely breath, only letting out soft pants as you do your best to fuck yourself on Minghao’s cock without letting the pleasure overtake you too much.

Luckily you don’t have to wait too long, as Minghao pops his mouth of your boob to growl out, “M’close.”

Minghao pushes himself up, sitting up so he can press your chests together. Your arms wrap around his neck as you cling onto him, your hips moving frantically to get you both off. All it takes to send you over the edge is the open mouthed kiss Minghao presses to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your fingers dig into his back as your legs shake as your cunt clenches down, causing Minghao to reach his high as well. Minghao lets out a low groan as his cum spurts into you, filling you up.

The two of you stay there for a while, holding onto each other while you catch your breath. After a few moments Minghao slowly lifts you up and pulls out of you, his cum sliding out of you as well. Minghao grumbles about having to wash his sheets now but you know he’s not that mad, especially considering it was his cum.

You press soft kisses to Minghao’s face, before leaving a peck on his lips. Minghao giggles at the gesture which makes you smile in return. If Minghao’s friends think that the two of you being friends is strange, you’re sure they’d have an aneurysm at Minghao giggling after just having sex with you. To you though, it’s just like any other day with Minghao, and you wouldn’t have it (or either of you) any other way.

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codgod · 8 months

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y’know generally i try to limit colour palettes to as few colours as possible to make things more cohesive but despite my best efforts only jay ended up being able to stick to that </3

ANYWAYS here’s the as-of-right-now fully updated designs for these dickheads. these will no doubt undergo even more tweaking as i draw them more but this is a start i guess. also pls open the pictures to look at them properly i worked so hard LOL

some random notes under the cut yaaaay

chip —

he jingles when he walks. somehow he’s still stealthy. i do not know how

kept the platinum ring that bonded him to gillion in the block! because hey he doesn’t really have a reason to take it off (and it’s a nice reminder of how much gill cares about him, and how far their friendship has come since that ice arena)

his tattoos shift and flicker like actual flames, and sometimes (harmless, purely aesthetic) sparks fly off them when he’s excited

i just think smoke coming out of his mouth when he’s angry would be cool :]

chipped teeth from biting rocks and coins all the time :/

he has scars from the red lightning, they’re just mostly contained to his back and shoulders. they’re a similar red to his coat even once they’ve healed

gillion —

the tail sleeve thing is so he can rest it on the ground without damaging his scales, he doesn’t usually wear it when he’s just on the ship because the wood is soft enough that it’s usually fine + it can hinder swimming a bit. it’s mostly meant for places where there’s cobblestone or gravel streets and such. i think his armour would probably have a version that looks similar but covers the whole tail minus the fins, maybe with some armour plating of its own. i didn’t draw it because there wasn’t any room lol

his scars from the lightning are pink mostly because red stood out too much tbh. they softly glow in the dark the same as his coral and the pink parts of his fins

also kept his ring! his hands aren’t really made for jewellery, though, because the webbing means it won’t sit very secure on his finger. so he keeps it on the same chain as the necklace he got from aslana to keep it safe

tried to make him look a bit bulkier and more his age than in my original design? i feel like i was leaning too much into the naivety and. shortness. originally lol. he also has thicker eyebrows now and i’m still trying to decide how i feel about them but i think? i like it? i don’t tend to give many character thin eyebrows so it could’ve been a unique thing for him but alas

i think i made the sword too small but like ignore that

also forgor to include pretzel </3 that’s okay though she can get her own design sheet later. she’s special like that

jay —

i believe in tall jay supremacy

blue magic! i was considering gold but that’d look a bit more like a canary than i wanted for her wings so. blue jay :]

her hair is supposed to look kinda like fire to mimic her dad ! kinda showing that even if she runs from her family and the navy they’ll always be a part of her. and also i just like drawing messy hair

i gave her sturdier gloves just because i feel like it fits her better. also changed up the shirt to more of a button up solely because i don’t like tank tops very much LOL

i did WANT to make her outfit a bit flashier to match the boys better but i couldn’t quite figure out where to Put the flash. maybe that’ll come later, the way the story’s going i might get to design some cool prosthetics for her or something

overall —

because there’s just so many fucking colours i triiied to add at least one or two colours from each of them into the others designs. jay has her necklace with each of their main colours on it, her wings are the same blue as gillions eyes, her jacket and right eye are the same dark blue as destiny’s blade, her hair is the same orange as the lighter part of chips tattoos. chip has a dark green sash under all the belts, the same as the hilt of destiny’s blade. they all use the same shades of black, gold, and brown

the only real exception is gillion doesn’t have anything from the other two because he has Such a specific colour palette and he already had so much going on as-is orz jay was obviously the easiest to do this with because she has both warm and cool colours in her palette by default lol (and i did her design last, so that helps)

#.png #jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi chip #gillion tidestrider #jay ferin #jrwi spoilers #THEYRE FINALLY DONE zoo wee mama #the lines are thicker on the little armour drawings because i did the sketch thing and then went yk what. good enough. and just coloured tha #also got rid of gills button nose it was too annoying to draw #i’m so used to straight and aquiline noses #another thing that could’ve been unique for him in terms of my character designs #but nah #pls ignore that i drew them all standing on diff planes/angles btw i wasn’t trying very hard w that #weirdly proud of myself for managing to give them all pretty unique profiles #that’s normally something i kinda get stuck on. drawing people from the side #in different ways besides nose shape

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mayajadewrites · 2 months

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy!

Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes?

ao3

Chapter One: Opportunity

“Breathe. It’s just a job interview.” You take a deep breath just like your yoga instructor taught you.

The economy is shit, much to your dismay. Being an adult isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Just like many other people in the country, you’re applying to several jobs a day and receiving multiple rejection emails almost daily.

Your last office job laid you off - they claimed it was for ‘budget reasons’ but who knows. During your latest job search, you found a listing for an ‘In House Assistant’ for Ackerman Inc.

Ackerman Inc is known for their property management - they own much of the city and are continuing to grow. This job also supplies a place to live, who can say no to that? No rent, no utilities, and you’re getting paid.

You grew up in the city, so the skyscraper before you doesn’t scare you much. The windows are glossy, definitely freshly cleaned.

You take your first step into the building.

“One step at a time.” You say to yourself. The doors automatically open and you’re greeted by an auburn haired receptionist.

“Good morning! How may I help you?” Her attitude is cheerful as her hair follows her head movements.

“Good morning. I’m here for an interview for the in home assistant position.” You hold your bag close to you.

“Amazing! And you’re early. Mr. Ackerman will love that. My name is Petra, I’m the receptionist here at Ackerman Inc.” She reaches her hand out.

You tell her your name and shake her hand gently. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Let me take you up to the conference room, Mr. Ackerman should be in shortly.”

Walking through the halls of Ackerman Inc makes you feel like you’re in a museum. Awards strategically placed on the wall, aesthetically pleasing paintings lining hallways, and not a speck of dust in site.

“Here we are!” Petra opens the door for you. “Would you like any coffee? Tea?”

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You take a seat at the long conference table. You’re too nervous to drink or drink anything before an interview.

You look down at your fingertips, your well manicured nails shining against the overhead lights. You’re happy you went with OPI’s bubble bath nail polish shade, you think to yourself.

Soon the door opens and you see a man with a strong stature paired with jet black hair walk through. You immediately tense as you fix your posture and stand up to greet him.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. My name is-“ You hold your hand out.

“I know your name.” The man glances at you before he sits down. “I’m Levi Ackerman, the CEO of Ackerman Inc. I’m gonna cut to the chase for this, because I need an assistant asap.”

You nod your head as you listen to Mr. Ackerman. He shuffles through the papers in his hand, pulling out a laminated copy of your resume.

“Your resume looks great. How do you feel about cleanliness?”

“I appreciate a clean environment, sir.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” His half lidded eyes meet yours. His eyes are a blue-gray. You take note that they match his grey pressed suit that was definitely recently dry-cleaned and ironed.

“I clean every day. I’m not sure how you want me to answer that. I’m a clean person.”

Levi only nods as he places your resume on the table gently.

“This position requires you to work at my home, work here, basically anywhere I am.” Levi taps his index finger on the table. “It’s a 24/7 job since I work 24/7. You’ll get days off, but they’re almost like on call shifts. If I need you, I need you.”

You nod in response. “That sounds okay.”

“You’ll have to move in asap as I need you to start this Monday. How does that work for you?”

“I can have my stuff ready tomorrow morning.”

“Congrats, you have a job.” Levi stands up and grabs his papers that were on the table previously. He pulls out his wallet - a designer one at that. He hands you a business card that’s nestled between his middle and index finger. “Call me tomorrow when your stuff is ready. I’ll have movers bring it over.”

“Thank you Mr. Ackerman.”

Levi nods as he leaves the room. You can’t help but watch him through the glass windows as he makes his way to the elevator. His demeanor is… cold. He didn’t ask too many questions, which makes you think he already did his research on you.

But hey, a job is a job and the pay is better than your last one.

Why did he need an assistant so quickly though?

As you walk out of Ackerman Inc, your phone buzzes in your purse. You see your little sister’s name across the screen.

“How did your job interview go!” She says enthusiastically.

“I got the job. I start Monday.”

“Is Mr. Ackerman hot?”

“Alexis!” You roll your eyes. “He’s my boss now so I have no… opinions about his looks.” You lie. He’s obviously attractive. But he’s your boss - therefore forbidden.

“You can think your boss is hot. A lot of people fuck their coworkers.”

You roll your eyes at her statement. “Bye, Lex.”

“Love you!” She sings before hanging up the phone.

Your little sister, Alexis, is more like your daughter at this point. You’ve been on your own since you were 16 and Alexis was 6. Your parents are addicts that could not care less if you lived or died, so you took your sister and ran.

You haven’t seen them in 12 years and don’t plan on seeing them ever again.

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The reason you could move in so quickly to Mr. Ackerman’s house is because you’ve been couch surfing for the last 4 months. Alexis for once has a stable job and lives with a roommate, so you were on your own.

As you entered your friends apartment, you took a deep breath. This will be your last sleep here. You won’t have to burden anyone anymore.

“Hey! How’d your interview go?” Ymir, your best friend, emerged from the kitchen. Her girlfriend, Historia followed behind her.

“I got the job!” You smiled. “I’ll be moving in tomorrow morning.”

“Where did you get the job again?” Historia tilted her head.

“Ackerman Inc.” You watched as she typed the name into the search bar.

“Wow, THE Ackerman Inc!” Her eyes got wide as she kept reading. “Did you… read the reviews about the CEO?”

“Levi Ackerman? No I didn’t. Why?”

Historia said nothing and handed her phone to you.

While the pay is great, Levi Ackerman is the biggest dickhead I’ve ever met.

Be careful applying to this place. The CEO, Levi Ackerman, has no soul. No heart.

Do yourself a favor and steer clear of Ackerman Inc. It’s not worth it to deal with the king of assholes - Levi Ackerman.

You sigh and hand the phone back to Historia. “It’s too late. I need a job and it provides housing.”

“You always have a place here.” Ymir wrapped you into a hug. “We love having you live with us.”

“Thank you.” You hug Ymir. “I appreciate you so much. But I’ll be out of your hair soon.” You walk to your ‘bed’ which is the living room couch. You gather some of your knick knacks and shoved them in your tote bag.

You barely had anything to your name. Just a few outfits for interviews, your laptop, phone, and various chargers. Unemployment only helped with so much.

As you look up into the TV, you take a sigh of relief.

You have a job. This is the start of your new beginning.

You pull your phone out and text the number that’s on the business card that Mr. Ackerman gave you.

> I’ll be ready by 10 AM. Here’s my address.

You received a text back rather quickly.

The movers will be there at 10. <

> Honestly, I don’t need movers. I only have 1 bag.

You stared at the screen as the three dots appeared on the screen. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach. Does he think you’re pathetic? That you have nothing to your name?

I’ll pick you up at 10. Do not make me wait. <

> Of course.

You think to yourself, why would he come pick you up himself? Surely he has people to do that for him.

Oh well.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fanfic #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman attack on titan #ceo levi ackerman #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x you #levi x you

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goingmerryfics · 25 days

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Hii!!! i really love all your writing and wanted to request smth if that's okay!

could i request law x so who's into lolita fashion/subculture? Like, on days that they're able to they'll wear really extravagant looking lolita dresses and such, and is just overall really girly, and might be embarrassed about being such, esp with someone like him. but maybe he even likes that they're aesthetic opposites. idk fjsjfjfk

Ty!! <3

(idk if i need to say this but lolita fashion doesn't have anything to do with the. other uses of the term. sometimes ppl make accusations abt it but the jfashion and book are not related)

Lolita Style S/O w/ Law

Content: can be read as GN reader that wears skirts, all SFW

Notes* Thanks for being patient with me while I worked on this request! A couple of things popped up for me (and my new-used computer quit suddenly so I have to wait to see if it can be repaired or if I should just buy a brand new one) so I’ve been trying to work around this. Back to mobile tumblr I go 😢 ! Anyway- I know all too well how lolita culture gets sexualized in people’s eyes so this is a completely nsfw-free request. I made this more relatable to those in sweet style lolita more than gothic lolita since you’d commented about them being opposites and personally, I think it would be super cute for him to be paired with someone with this style. Hope you like it :)

Law

Law isn’t the type to pay attention to what people wear as long as they are dressed in proper uniform when need be. Self expression is something personal, and he’s aware of different everyone’s style is

Though he finds it hard not to notice how you dress on your days off, whether it’s just around the sub or out on the town

It’s a lot of pastel, and a lot of fabric

You hadn’t thought of what Law or the others might’ve thought the first time you dressed up, so when you kept catching Law staring at you at various points of the day, you started to feel a little nervous

Later though, the two of you had crossed paths and he stopped you there to ask about your choice of clothing

While you explained how you enjoyed the colours and the overly girly feel of it all, he listened to every word, and even asked you some questions- like how everything fit together, and how you chose to match your accessories to your clothes

He was intrigued, and being a knowledgeable man, he wanted to learn about you and your clothing style

He’d even gone off to do his own research at the next island, and secretly commissioned a seamstress to make a little purse modeled after Bepo’s face for your outfits because god knows this guy can’t sew for shit

Law had been waiting for you outside of your door, his present to you held in his hand, in a sweet little bag. You weren’t expecting to see him, nor were you expecting any sort of gift- it was nowhere near your birthday- but here he was. He pushes himself off from leaning against the door when he sees you.

“Here. I’m not sure if it’s alright, but I thought you might be able to use this.”

He hands you the bag, and you thank him before going off about how he didn’t need to get you anything, and asking what the occasion is as you dig through the white, glittery tissue paper to open it.

“No occasion. I just thought you’d like it.” He tries to act nonchalant and calm, but he’s watching your face for any changes to see if you like it or not.

You pull out the bag and gasp- it was perfect. Fluffy and pristine white, perfect for an outfit you’d been trying to put together for a while now- and it looked like your dear crewmate. You pull it to your chest with a big smile, going on a bit of a ramble at how cute it is, and how you’re going to use it right away.

The entire time you’re squealing over your new gift he’s smiling to himself, even if he doesn’t realize it.

The next time you change into your style, you make sure to keep the mini Bepo bag at your side. It goes great with your outfit

Bepo freaks out a little at the likelihood of the purse and his own face, but you quickly calm him down and explain that it’s not the head of a polar bear that you’re carrying around

Law watches you fawn over the bag with him from a distance, smiling to himself

He joins you later to walk around town with you. He’s come to enjoy how your style stands out so well beside him against his usual darker clothes

Law will also help you get dressed if you let him, buckling your shoes for you so you don’t have to fight the layers of skirt to reach your feet, or helping you pin up your hair pieces

You’d asked him once if he’d like to try men’s lolita style and he was very quick to shut that down.

“It looks better on you than it will on me.”

He really just likes seeing you as the unique one

#one piece #trafalgar law #law one piece #op law #harleyasks #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar op #trafalgar one piece #HWOP #HarleyWritesOP

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southparktexts · 1 month

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kenny mccormick x goth reader head canons pleaseee :3 if not that’s fine!!

of course anon !! <3 (im so mad i had to rewrite this twice)

Kenny with a Goth Reader

- okay, first off. he LOVES goth people.

- huge goth mommy girlfriend lover (he listens to asmr..)

- i feel like he had definitely confused you with the goth kids.

“look at that fucking emo… oh SHIT THATS Y/N”

“THE FUCK YOU SAY ABOUT ME??”

- you had to educate him on the difference between emo and goth after that.

- knowing him he’s confused about the goth aesthetic

- i know damn well he just think its wearing black sexy clothes.

- the first time you did his makeup on him he was so confused.

“why the fuck would you get this.. thing (foundation) 8 shades lighter than your skin colour.. this is basically white.”

“i- .. you are so autistic.”

“BUT WHY??”

- please for the love of god, do not wear a corset or fishnets around him. he will stare.

- the first time he saw you walk around with a corset he was immediately staring… at your tits.

- i feel like he definitely protects you when you go out in public with him because of people who bark at you or try and sexually assault you.

- he’s not controlling of the way you dress because its your life, live it.

- he just doesn’t want you to feel insecure about yourself!

- i can definitely vouch that he loves buying you goth clothes and handing it to you.

- if you have a collection of goth anything, he will stare for hours.

- he gets so interested into goth things.

- i can see times where he would sometimes (all the time) where goth clothes to match and impress you.

- and he looks so fucking good as well.

“why don’t you just dress like this all the time??”

“you dont know how much i would fucking hate to be barked at.”

- he is your biggest supporter when it comes to social media posts and shit.

- commenting shit on your posts like ‘thats my bitch!’

- one time got into a fight in the comment section with some thirsty simps.

your not dating her lol

shut yo raggity ass up

*insert pic of you and him.*

think again

- ive said this once and ill say it again, he is your biggest supporter

- people barking at you? hes barking back.

- people cat calling you? he’s starting fights.

- people touching you? hes starting a war.

- one time yelled at a GRANDMA because she insulted you.

“thats not appropriate to wear out on the streets!”

“BITCH YO WIG ISNT APPROPRIATE TO WEAR OUT ON THE STREETS. SIT THE FUCK DOWN.”

- … he has issues? i think..?

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #southpark #southparkheadcannons #southparkimagines #stan marsh x y/n #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

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wooataes · 9 months

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Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Three)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!AU, nothing too bad for this chapter, reader is emotionally stunted sometimes 💀

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: thank you guys so much for your patience on this! There’s definitely going to be another part coming fairly soon, as I already have it pre-written so expect the next part in the next coming week or so! 💜

- Tae 🥰💜

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The next time Jihoon sees you since the cafeteria fiasco, it is a week later in your shared Film Studies class on a Friday afternoon. To his credit, he never noticed that you were actually in his class, but he can’t help but feel a little guilty that you’ve been near so many times and he’s never cared enough to notice anyone else besides himself.

He’s sitting close to the front of the classroom as you rush into the room as soon as the warning bell rings. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as your eyes trail over the tables for a free seat. Your cheeks are flushed a gentle pink with your hair pulled back in 2 braids tied at the with pastel purple ribbons, with a purple cropped t-shirt to match under a pair of denim overalls. Jihoon internally winces as he notices the only free seat in the room is beside him, around the exact same time as you notice as well. Without looking directly at you, Jihoon takes his backpack off the free chair and places it by his feet, leaving it free for you. You pause for a moment before slowly sitting down beside your soulmate, cautiously, as if you’re afraid that he would get up and run if you got too close.

“Sorry,” is the only word you murmur to your soulmate as you pull out your laptop and workbook in front of you. Jihoon responds with a soft, “it’s okay,” before looking up at the work board at the front of the room, trying his hardest to ignore your presence next to him, and the unwelcome feeling of anxiety and guilt swirling inside his stomach.

Most of the class goes off without a hitch, albeit Jihoon’s curiosity getting the better of him a few times, causing him to glance at you from his peripheral vision. He notices your pastel pink pen in your hand - huh, interesting. You’re left-handed -, scribbling down notes with a pretty pastel rainbow aesthetic and swirly handwriting. He also spots something on your wrist, a heart shaped red tattoo. On closer inspection, he realizes the heart is coloured in red with black polka dots and a little head at the pointy end - a Love Bug. Before you can look over to him, as if feeling his eyes on you, Jihoon turns his head back to the board at the front. If he was honest with himself, he doesn’t remember a single thing that has happened so far during this whole class; too conscious of his heartbroken soulmate beside him, your dull but constant pain running through him. He thinks he is safe until 5 minutes before class finishes, when Professor Kim announces what Jihoon thinks is the worst outcome that could happen.

“For your final project for the semester, I’m assigning a project to be completed in pairs,” he begins, writing up on the board in front of him. “You will work together to study a film of your choice; it can be any film you want. You need to work with your partner to write out a presentation on a conflict presented in the film and an opinion that others wouldn’t have thought of. Seems simple enough, right?” When the class all hum and murmur in agreement, Professor Kim’s next words make Jihoon want to disappear. “The partner you will work with will be your desk mate. Presentations will be at the end of the semester. If you have any queries please feel free to contact me outside of class.”

Jihoon nervously, for the first time since class had begun, turns his body towards you, his deskmate, his soulmate, and now his project partner for the rest of the semester. You’re pale, and dread runs through your bodies. When you turn to face him, your soulmate feels even worse when you begin to babble.

“I-I’m sorry, Jihoon. If I wasn’t late, I wouldn’t have been made to sit beside you, and you wouldn’t have had to be made to deal with me for this project.” You’re scrambling to put your belongings into your backpack as the bell signals for the end of class and the day. “I will ask Professor Kim for a switch, or I will do this project on my own so you don’t have to-”

“You don’t have to do that.” Jihoon interrupts you, and you finally pause to look back at him, confusion all over your face.

“But-”

“It’s fine, it can’t be helped. I’m not mad, y’know, if that’s what you think.” He looks away again, packing his own backpack. “I’m not going to, like, hold it against you? We’re in the same class, it’s not a big deal and bound to happen eventually.” He’s rambling now too, he realizes. “And we’re adults, we can keep this professional, right?”

You nod your head quickly. “Yeah, of course.” When Jihoon nods back in response, you nervously hold your backpack in your arms. “Umm, if you want to, we can study at mine. Soonyoung, Seokmin, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Jun and Seungkwan are coming over tonight for a movie night and sleeping over for Soonyoung’s birthday. We could get a rough idea on what we want to study.” You’re looking everywhere but at Jihoon, all the other classmates leaving the classroom in their respective pairs, seemingly discussing the project. “I know you live with the guys and, of course, Ji-ah is invited too!” You insist quickly, Jihoon raising his eyebrows at you in surprise. “You know what, forget I asked.” You laugh awkwardly, slipping your arms through the loops on your backpack. “Just let me know when you want to..”

“Movie night sounds great.” He stops you once more, feeling the bubble of anxiety that was rising up through your body disperse. “Ji-ah is with her family for the weekend, and I was going to be at home alone anyway. And we both know what Soonyoung is like if someone misses his birthday.” He deadpans, and is surprised when you let out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You hum, before giving him one final nod. “Well, it starts at 7, but you can come over whenever and we can brainstorm for a bit before everyone gets there?” You offer, and he nods at you. “Okay, see you soon.” You wave at him before turning on your heel and quickly making your way outside of the classroom and also the campus. Jihoon doesn’t know if it’s a good idea or not, but he knew he wouldn’t miss his best friend’s birthday.

Jihoon arrives at your home at 5:30, and before he can even knock, he is greeted by Kwon Soonyoung suffocating him into a bone-crushing hug.

“I KNEW YOU’D COME, JIHOON-AH!” Soonyoung cooed loudly, suffocating his friend's face into his chest, as said friend aggressively flails his arms as he tries to get the overgrown tiger off him.

“Get… off…” Jihoon whines, shoving him off with pink cheeks.

“I knew you loved me.” Soonyoung smirks as he steps aside, letting your soulmate inside. “But you know everyone is not going to be here until 7, right? Why are you here so early?”

“He’s here for me, Soonie!” You yell from the top of the staircase. Your best friend raises his eyebrow questioningly, and before Jihoon can answer, you’re leaning against the railing of the staircase. “We have a project for Film Studies, getting a head start.”

“Nuh-uh!” Soonyoung frowns, taking Jihoon’s overnight bag from him and throwing it into the spare bedroom. “It’s my birthday, and you’re not STUDYING. You have the whole semester to get that shit done, one more night isn’t going to hurt!”

Jihoon watches you lean your head back and let out an audible groan. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” Seungcheol emerges from the kitchen with Jeonghan behind him, both wearing aprons. “We’re making the snacks for tonight, and you are on snack duty with us while the guests play games until everyone arrives. Come on, Bug!”

You whine loudly, and Jihoon is amused when you fall limp at the top of the stairs, Jeonghan immediately starting to flail and rush up the stairs to you.

“Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting out of this!” He scolds playfully, taking your limp body and scooping you up bridal style.

“Noooooo…” you groan as Jeonghan carries you down the stairs and takes you to the kitchen.

“Come on, Jihoon-ah!” Soonyoung grins, taking his arm and dragging him to the living room, where Seokmin, Jun and Wonwoo are setting up beanbags and inflatable mattresses on the floor in front of the couches. “We’re almost done setting everything up.

“Oh, you made it after all!” Wonwoo smiles at his housemate, who only nods slowly and sinks down onto one of the couches to watch the others throw bundles of blankets onto the mattresses before joining him.

Jihoon can vaguely hear you and your brother nagging at each other and the various sounds of clanging pans mixed with Jeonghan’s amused laughs for the next hour or so from the kitchen as Soonyoung and the boys all take turns playing some games on the TV, and after a lull in conversation, Jihoon can’t help but ask: “are they always like this?”

“Who, hyung and Y/N?” Seokmin asks as Junhui groans at Wonwoo, who just killed his character. “I think Jeonghannie-hyung eggs them on a bit… Y/N hasn’t really been the same since a few weeks ago, so I think this is Cheol-hyung’s way of trying to get her back out of her shell a bit, y’know?”

“She’ll be fine.” Soonyoung insists, frowning to himself. “She’ll get there eventually, we just have to be there for her when she needs it. I don’t know how she is going to go when Seungkwan gets here tonight though.”

Seungkwan? Jihoon thought, eyebrows furrowed. Besides Soonyoung and Seokmin, he’s the only other person Y/N is super close with. What’s happened?

“You really should have told her, babe.” Seokmin whispers harshly, nudging his soulmate’s side.

“And make her hate herself all over again? It kills me enough to see her the way she is now.”

“What’s happened with Seungkwan?” Junhui raises his eyebrow.

The doorbell saves the birthday boy from having to answer the lingering question, but that relief is short-lived when he hears the new voice that echoes through the house.

“Hi guys!” Seungkwan’s chirpy voice resounds, and before Soonyoung and Seokmin can get to him, you’re faster.

“Seungkwannie!” You beam, rushing from the kitchen to greet your close friend, and Jihoon sees you rush down the hallway. “Thank god you’re here, I need my movie cuddle buddy tonight- oh!”

You stop as quick as you had started, pausing at the sight of another person beside Seungkwan, a person you recognize as a regular member of the set crew in the college musicals, a man you interact with quite often - Chwe Hansol.

“Hansol! Hey!” You give a small smile as your brother, best friend and their soulmates slowly make their way to the entrance of the house, Jihoon and his housemates watching from a distance. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Hey, Y/N-ie..” Seungkwan nervously eyes you, Hansol smiling softly at you.

“Hey. Thanks for inviting me to come along, guys.” He squeezes Seungkwan’s hand in his, causing you to stare at their intertwined hands. “It’s a bit daunting meeting your soulmate’s friends all in one hit properly, so I really appreciate being able to meet you all together.”

“Hansol-ah, I’ll give you a tour of the house and where you’ll be sleeping tonight!” Seokmin intervenes, and you watch as Seungkwan gives him a reassuring nod. Hansol nods in reply, easily slipping past you to follow Seokmin’s lead to show him around, to give you time to talk to Seungkwan.

Uh oh. Jihoon can feel it. The confusion running through your body as you eye your friend, who can’t even look you in the eye. The confusion slowly begins to turn into hurt as Seungkwan takes a slow breath.

“Soulmate?” You ask weakly, days and hours of work that had taken to build your internal wall of emotions beginning to crumble within seconds.

“Uh.. yeah..” Seungkwan bites his lip. “I found out last week.”

After a beat of silence, you smile. “I’m happy for you, Kwan-ah.” Jihoon’s eyebrows raise once more, as well as the little crowd that was around you.

“You’re… Happy for me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Your soulmate, Kwan-ah, that's incredible.” You take his hands, squeezing them tightly as he breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

“Bug, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he stammers now. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, especially since everything with you and-”

“Don’t be sorry,” you smile again, but Jihoon can feel it, you’re falling apart bit by bit. “I’m the one who’s sorry. It’s one of the biggest moments of your life, and I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me. I’ll just miss my movie buddy.” You laugh dryly.

“Oh? I’ll still be here for you to cuddle, silly,” he insisted, but you let go of his hands and shake your head quickly.

“No. I can’t get in the way of you and your soulmate, I wouldn’t do that. I respect your relationship too much to jeopardize it in any way.”

“Huh?” Seungkwan tilts his head. “How would you be-?”

“I-It’s getting closer until movie night begins, I got to go get changed.” You nod your head quickly, spinning on your heel and rushing up the stairs, ignoring Seungcheol and Seungkwan’s calls for you as you close your door shut tight behind you.

Jihoon winces as soon as the door is shut, feeling the dam break inside him as you silently begin to weep on the other side of your door. You’re dead silent so no one can hear, only letting out the occasional sniffle as you rummage through your closet to find some pajamas to wear for the slumber party.

“Hyung, I don’t understand.” Seungkwan frowns at Cheol, who is running his hands through his hair, exasperated. “Why does she think that she will jeopardize my relationship with Sol?”

“Don’t take it personally.” Your brother sighs. “She has got it in her mind that she can’t be platonically intimate with anybody who has a soulmate.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s what happened with our parents. Our father left his soulmate, our mother for another woman. She saw what it did to our mother, so she decided she would never ever give anything more than a quick hug to any of her friends who have soulmates. She would never want to ruin someone’s relationship like that for anything. She doesn’t want to be like our shitty excuse of a Dad.” Seungcheol looks conflicted, deep in thought as he speaks.

“Give her time.” Jeonghan smiles, patting your friend’s back as he looks towards your closed door at the top of the stairs. “She wouldn’t miss Soonyoungie’s birthday for the world.”

Jihoon frowns deeply to himself on the couch, trying to push your sadness down as his mind goes into overdrive, the voices of the others being drowned out by his own thoughts.

Why would you purposely hurt and isolate yourself like this? He hates as much skinship as the next person, but seeing how you act with your other friends, he can tell you’re torturing yourself by this unspoken rule you’ve created for no one to follow but you.

Every new thing Jihoon learns about you sends him deeper into a confusing hole of thoughts and questions he’s begging to ask you, but he’s nowhere near that close to you yet to be able to ask.

Will he ever be close to you?

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em1e · 1 year

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⠀めぐみ // SKATES ⠀ ༝ ༝ megumi fushiguro [ft. brother!gojo] ⠀༝ ༝ 3.6k words ⠀ ⚠︎ unrequited love!itadori + ice skater/hockey player au + mentions of drinking + i've never watched a hockey game in my life ⠀ — since the ripe age of eight, you’d pined for him and since he was seventeen, megumi had eyed you with that puppy-dog gaze, and neither of you seemed to notice it from the other.

“it’s just so hard to talk to them.”

megumi was never one to confide in others about his problems, but itadori somehow brings out a special side of him.

“have you tried . . . you know, actually speaking to them?” the teasing grin doesn’t escape the dark-haired male, earning itadori a swipe from megumi. the former narrowly dodges the attack on the ice, holding his hockey stick out as if it’d help keep some amount of distance between the two. “hey, i’m only trying to help!”

megumi skates closer to itadori despite the stick staying between the two of them, “i’ve already told you why it’s . . . difficult.”

unintentionally, both pairs of eyes settle on a mop of white hair, off to the side of the rink giving instructions to another one of their teammates.

“i get they’re related to coach gojo or whatever, and you have some weird mentor-parental-figure thing going on with him, but is that really enough reason to not talk to them?”

megumi only turns his nose in response, choosing the option of not answering to be the lesser of two evils.

“don’t think i’ve ever seen you get so worked up over somethin’,” itadori muses with a grin, “you must’ve liked ‘em for a real long time.”

“shut up.” megumi’s eyes cut to meet itadori’s, narrowed, “just . . . help me, or whatever.”

“help with what? talking to them? or dealing with whatever you have between coach gojo?”

megumi mulls over the questions for a second before grimacing, “both?”

“alright,” itadori grins, “here’s what you gotta do . . . “

⠀ ༝ ༝

okay, megumi has to hand it to itadori. he isn’t as stupid as some might think. he may be beefy and thick-headed, but he does have some decent ideas. megumi can admit that easily- to himself at least.

one of the many brilliant things he’s conjured up is watching one of your skating competitions.

but he only agrees because it’s convenient! your match just happened to be in the same stadium as theirs, set thirty minutes before they need to pull on their own skates, and gojo might’ve invited him to watch what little he could - in front of itadori, no less, leaving megumi to only be able to say ‘sure!’, lest he face itadori later in the locker rooms with that weird judgmental look he likes to give. so -

the three of them sit in the stands.

decked in their hockey jerseys, waiting for the twirling to start.

itadori grins, watching megumi from the corner of his eye. his friend bounces his leg anxiously, while the announcer introduces the performers; you and a figure skating partner. maki zenin? the name sounds familiar.

gojo mumbles something about how nervous you were for this competition, how you practiced day and night and would come back to your shared apartment with bruises littering your arms and legs.

the two of you skate onto the ice, masks covering your eyes and sparkling outfits adorning your figures; both blue and open chested. it’s cute, how they match, even though itadori has some understanding that it’s only for aesthetics.

you both take a bow, turn to face each other, and then the music starts.

and damn is it impressive.

it starts off measured, in tandem with the music. but slowly, slowly, it picks up until you’re both jumping and spinning and doing all these other incredible moves and everything is synchronized together.

gojo kicks at itadori’s foot, shaking his daze from the incredible show.

“match is gonna start soon, gotta get you guys into your skates.”

itadori blinks once. twice. then nods. he forgot entirely about their own thing. itadori spares a glance to megumi, who’s still completely entranced by your performance. he nudges his friend, who almost recoils at being caught watching so intently.

“what?” he grinds out, trying to hide the blush forming on his cheeks.

“our match.” itadori says dumbly, “gotta go.”

megumi’s eyes flicker from the rink, then back to his friend, before he stands and walks briskly past the two of them without another word. the remaining pairs of eyes meet, before the contact is broken as itadori stands to get his own skates on.

⠀ ༝ ༝

it’s kind of surprising how many bruises one person can acquire in such a short period of time.

getting absolutely bodied time and time again isn’t something they’re unused to, but damn. what do these guys eat for breakfast? they’ve managed to keep the score even the entire game, and if megumi gets slammed into the side panels one more time, he thinks he might fucking snap.

they aren’t quitters, though. the whole team knows that, and they all know that they’ll never hear the end of it from gojo if they lose after being so close to winning.

it’s interesting to watch from the stand, you note yourself; now in sweats and a hoodie instead of the sparkly skating outfit. maki sits beside you silently taking in each hit your home team takes against the see-through panels. you have the gist down of the game; get the puck into the enemy's goal, but the rest isn’t really your forte. getting smacked around by guys bigger than you isn’t the ideal way to spend your time.

the game reaches its end with your brother’s team just barely winning. a close call, but you can tell they’re excited nonetheless - skating off the ice with high-fives and chest bumps despite their surely aching muscles. you tap maki’s arm, signaling that you were leaving; plans to meet with your brother after their match pre-made.

you wait outside of the locker room, thinking back on your performance and the things you should practice; certain jumps for the next competition, possible new routines and the like. one by one, the team files out the door, still as cheery as when they got off the ice. gojo pushes past his players with a laugh as he exits, ducking and narrowly avoiding a kneepad to the head. his shoes aren’t even tied, tripping over his own feet and running straight into you.

he takes you down in one swoop, grimacing at the impact before realizing you didn’t hit your head. thankfully.

“god satoru, what’s your problem?”

“sorry!” he hurries out, “megumi was trying to-”

“you idiot-!”

you grin at their antics, despite having practically all the air knocked from your lungs. gojo moves to help you stand, shoving you forward in front of your dear friend megumi, who does a double-take at your brother using you as a shield.

megumi opens his mouth to say something, probably a snide comment to gojo, before thinking better of it and settling on a glare directed at your brother. another player stumbles out the door, grabbing at megumi’s shoulder to pull him back.

“woah, fushi, let’s take a breather!”

you can’t help the snort that escapes you, covering your mouth while both pairs of eyes snap to you.

“‘fushi’?” you giggle out, “didn’t know you had other nicknames, ‘gumi.”

he flushes, ears tinting red while glaring daggers at the imbecile who dared to call him something so ridiculous.

“only idiots call me that.”

itadori finally looks at you instead of his friend, really taking a look at you and damn. you’re nothing like he expected, though he doesn’t even know what he expected.

you’re the one megumi is head over heels for, and he can really see why. charming in every way it counts, with a bright smile that has him looking away to evade the blush wanting to seep its way onto his cheeks.

what an odd turn of events.

⠀ ༝ ༝

somehow, the four of you end up at your apartment; gojo insisting on buying dinner despite everyone trying to pitch in.

“think of it as a congrats for a well played game - and well performed dance.” he says with a wave of his hand and a grin. not one of you has the energy to argue, so you watch as he leaves the apartment to pick up the take-out.

megumi and itadori make themselves comfortable on your couch while you make drinks for everyone. tea you’d settled, the promise of it helping their achy muscles on the tip of your tongue as you bring them their cups.

you find yourself in the loveseat across from them, legs tucked under you while you hold the warm cup close to you, “so, when did you guys meet? it’s rare to meet a friend of ‘gumi’s who hasn’t jumped ship within a month of knowing him.”

megumi glares at the nickname, transferring it to itadori as he snickers.

“i knew him in highschool, but we didn’t really talk ‘til i joined the team like ten . . . months ago?” he smiles as he answers, knocking shoulders with his friend, before his brows furrow, “come to think of it, gojo was coaching the school’s team then before he transferred to this one.”

an unasked question sits on his tongue, head tilting slightly when you smile, “i went to a different high school, didn’t want to be known as the coaches sibling,” you explain with a giggle, “got accepted to a private school with a focus on figure skating.”

“have you done figure skating long?” itadori sets his cup down and leans back against the couch.

“pretty much my whole life, since i was like nine. it’s how i met maki , actually.” you smile fondly at the thought of your friend, gaze softening, and the shift in your demeanor isn’t missed by the two, who share a look.

“are you guys . . . ?” itadori starts, only to be nudged by megumi who gives him a glare. don’t ask. don’t tell.

your eyebrows raise at the question before you laugh, having to set down your own cup of tea in order to not spill it all over yourself, “dating? no, god no. she’s been pining after yuuta for the last two years-” you say before you can stop yourself. itadori’s face matches your previously surprised one, brows almost reaching his hairline. their yuuta? number one goalie and worst person at flirting? that yuuta?

“don’t um. . . tell yuuta. or anyone.”

megumi visibly relaxes at hearing there’s no secret relationship between the two of you, side eyeing itadori. itadori, who hums, “well does yuuta. . . ya know, like her back?”

you mull over the question before shrugging, “maybe? i don’t really know him super well, but when we do talk, he blushes when her name is mentioned and always speaks so highly of her. i think he doesn’t realize maki feels the same, so they both just keep it to themselves.”

“yuuta wouldn’t know someone had a crush on him if it hit him in the face.” megumi grumbles, earning a giggle from you.

“he seems like the type.”

megumi snorts, eyes narrowing, “yeah, like you’re any better. remember when that kid left a letter in your locker to meet ‘em at the cafe near your school and you made me go with you? poor kid looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole afterwards.”

your face warms as you rush to sit up straighter, waving your hands, “no, oh my god, don’t remind me!” you squeak out, “that was so embarrassing! he told his friends and i never got another confession letter after that!”

“maybe you shouldn’t bring people with you to deny your dumb confessions,” megumi argues with no malice, grinning at your dismay.

you continue to bicker back and forth between each other, reminiscing on the past and adding teasing remarks to each memory. through it all, itadori watches from the sidelines, a grin on his face.

it’s cute, almost, seeing megumi speak to someone who isn’t a teammate or a rival or a coach or a fan or whatever and there be nothing but warmth in his tone. it’s sweet and refreshing and feels like a breath of fresh air after a long hockey game that’s kept them on the brink of failing and yet . . .

his chest aches.

there’s a burn somewhere deep down that has him clenching his jaw and looking down to his lap when you laugh loudly at a joke megumi makes. he feels almost like he doesn’t belong here, in the space with the two of you. it’s too intimate, despite you sitting several feet apart. he’s an intruder on this precious moment that he helped megumi prepare for. all for someone he could have never known he’d want just as much.

“is there a bathroom?” itadori asks when your laughter dies down to a small fit of giggles, hand covering your mouth to hide your smile.

“yeah, of course!” you scramble to get up, “let me show you, the lock is kinda finicky sometimes.”

you lead the way and itadori is left behind in the scent of fresh linen and lavender and everything that can only be described as you, and when you explain with a smile on your face how to twist the knob while locking it to make sure it clicks in place, itadori feels the burn in his chest swirl down deep into his gut until it settles there heavily.

he sits in the bathroom for a little longer than necessary after you leave him alone.

⠀ ༝ ༝

the ride back to their apartment is silent, stomachs full and tired beyond anyone's belief from their game.

itadori stares solemnly out the window, noting how it’s almost dramatic the way raindrops roll down the glass, how the clouds make the night sky look a hundred times inkier than it naturally is.

it’s megumi who breaks the silence, clearing his throat before he speaks, “do you um . . . what . . . what’s the verdict?”

if itadori could see his friend in the dark, he’d be able to make out the way his cheeks light up pink, unable to to return a glance and gripping the steering wheel unnecessarily tight.

“for?” he prompts, though he’s sure he knows where this conversation is headed.

“them.” megumi clarifies ominously, “do you think i might have a chance or whatever.” his voice trails off.

the sinking feeling returns in the pit of his stomach, and itadori fights to push it down.

“yeah,” he answers honestly, “they’re sweet on you, talk to you in a different way than everyone else.”

megumi’s breath stutters at his friend's confession, and itadori has half a mind to remind him to breathe before he kills the both of them; one death due to asphyxiation, the other in a fiery crash.

“cool.” he says after a moment, “cool, cool, cool.”

“i’ll help you.” itadori decides to settle with as they pull into the parking lot, “i’ll get the rundown for how they feel and stuff - like a secret wingman.” he sends megumi a toothy grin, and megumi finds himself sending a smile back, albeit small compared to the shining of itadori’s pearly whites.

and as they carry their hockey gear up two flights of stairs, itadori wonders for a second if his reasoning is all-that innocent. he’s sure, no, positive he wants to help his friend get the person of his dreams. but as he lays in bed, the sinking feeling returns with a dull ache below his gut, and he fears the implication.

⠀ ༝ ༝

you’re so much easier to talk to than he realized.

conversation flows so freely from you, and itadori eats up each word that passes your lips without hesitation, eager to keep the flux constant and take everything you have to say with greed.

he commits each detail to memory with the intention to relay every bit of information you offer to megumi when the two of them are in the safe confines of their home.

just last week, he’d managed to squeeze a blush out of you as you admitted megumi was your first kiss (a dare, he learned, in middle school when a game of truth or dare threw the two of you into something much more intimate than either you would have ever thought). and tonight, through drunken giggles, celebrating in your apartment after a well-earned win, you delve into the fact that megumi has been your only kiss. almost a decade since, and he’s the only person your lips have touched.

itadori was practically vibrating as he tells megumi, so very certain of one reason as to why that could be.

“they totally have the hots for you.” itadori manages to slur out, one too many wine coolers consumed when the two of you tried to out-drink each other.

megumi grunts, half-heartedly pushing at itadori’s shoulders to get him to pass the threshold of their door, “you think so?”

“know so.” the reply is almost instant, “you should hear the way they talk ‘bout ya, so sweet nd pretty nd soft.” he grins, “s’cute.”

megumi freezes behind him, pausing his efforts to get him inside for only a second before he’s back to it, “right.”

megumi fushiguro may be many things. awkward, aggressive, easily annoyed, but he’s not stupid.

he sees the way itadori looks at you. sees how his eyes light up in a way that's all-too familiar, and the thought of itadori, his best friend, having a crush on you twists his stomach into intangible knots.

he pushes the possibility away as he eases his friend into bed, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face when he looks at his phone as he tucks himself away into his room.

The Annoying Gojo txt me ypu made it homw safe!!

he can overlook the misspells, just this once, warmth setting in his chest at your concern.

gumi <3 Made it home safe. Drink some water.

you smile stupidly as your eyes dance across your screen, shoving your phone into gojo’s face.

“look, look, look!” gojo has to grab your wrist and force you to steady yourself, squinting to read.

“. . . okay?”

you press the phone closer to his eyes as if that could make him understand clearer what you want him to understand, “he cares, 'toru! ‘gumi cares ‘bout me.”

he already knows, if the way he acts around you is anything to go by. still, gojo rolls his eyes and pushes your phone away, “don’t go distracting one of my best players now, or you’ll be banned from coming to games.”

you pout, pulling your phone to your chest protectively, mumbling something about that not being fair and him being so mean for even suggesting the thought.

still, as gojo leads you to bed, he wonders for a second what truly could be going on in his prodigies mind when it comes to you. you’d been quick friends since gojo practically took megumi in to raise him, much to the boy’s dismay at the time, and he’s watched from the sidelines as the two of you blossomed into incredible young adults.

since the ripe age of eight, you’d pined for him and since he was seventeen, megumi had eyed you with that puppy-dog gaze, and neither of you seemed to notice it from the other.

⠀ ༝ ༝

you and maki won your competition. you qualify for nationals. the excitement is palpable, and as you exit the locker room, maki in tow behind you, it’s megumi’s arms you jump into excitedly (completely ignoring your brother and the whines he gives when you don’t immediately accept the flowers he’s brought for you). when you finally separate to acknowledge the rest of the group, itadori finds it impossible to tear his gaze from the blush on your cheeks.

you hug him, too, and finish with your brother, who picks you up and spins you for your well-earned win. your laughter is infectious, bubbling something warm in his chest that has him smiling too while a now dating yuuta and maki say their goodbyes - hands held together and matching blushes on their cheeks in their retreat.

and of course to celebrate, there’s drinking.

after a nice dinner (that gojo paid for), the four of you settle with your liquor (that gojo bought) in your apartment. you’re already pretty tipsy by the time you settle on the couch beside megumi, itadori on the loveseat across from you. a giggle passes your lips as gojo leaves the apartment on the phone, saying something about business, reminded easily of the first time the three of you had been left in your home together.

“‘gumi, ‘gumi, you’re coming to my finals right?” you ask, disregarding the blush that decorates his cheeks as you practically stick to his side. megumi’s eyes meet itadori’s for help, and the latter only shrugs while giving him a thumbs up. he can handle this.

itadori excuses himself to the bathroom.

and as he hears your giggle drifting through the apartment, saccharine sweet and not for him, he finds himself closing the door with a little more force than necessary. it’s then that itadori realizes how unfair life can be. when he looks at himself in the mirror, hands braced against the granite counter, he wonders if things could’ve been different.

if he had met you sooner, would things be different?

he’s reminded how crudely unfair it is that you were introduced to him so late in life. he's known gojo since high school, but you've known megumi since you were six - and some part of him comes to the conclusion that you’ve probably loved him since then, too.

when he comes out of the bathroom, you’re tucked safely into megumi’s side, with him whispering things only you could hear, and itadori feels that bitter feelings returning without warning as he makes himself another drink. it’s wrong, he knows, to allow it to settle in a pit, but he knows he never really had a shot to begin with.

not when he can see you giving megumi one of those soft smiles only reserved for him from his spot in the kitchen. not when megumi returns it with his own gentleness that comes by cupping your cheek, by pressing the tenderest of kisses to your lips.

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littleoanh · 1 year

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Hi Albie! How are you? How have you been? I'm here to request! Can I request for nsfw Bonten trio + Kokonoi seeing their girlfriend in a lingerie? And how would they react to it?

Thank you so much! You're the best! Have a lovely day/night٩( ᐛ )( ᐖ )۶

A/N: Hi darling! I am doing okay, thank you for asking (o^ ^o). Just been busy with work, painting, and making plans for my trip next month! I hope you don’t mind that I wrote each of them separately. Awww (∩´͈ ᵕ `͈∩), you are such a sweetheart! Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day/night as well (ᗒᗜᗕ).

Lingerie

Characters: Bonten Trio + Koko x fem!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Established relationship, reader wearing lingerie, dirty talk, groping, implied wall sex, fingering, nipple play, body worship, implied reader receiving oral, and taking photos (consensual).

Special Thanks: @mekiza for beta reading and EB for proofreading!

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This feral man is a goner, brain is malfunction but his erection is instantaneous

Don’t even think about playfully running away from him, he will hunt you down

Wherever you are surprising him (in his office, living room, or kitchen), he is going to take you right there and then

“Fuck baby, you knew what you were doing, weren’t you?” He groans into your ear as he pins you against the nearest wall, pressing his clothed hardened cock against your ass. Turning your head, you flash him a seductive smile and he darkly chuckles. Oh, you’re in trouble now. His hands are wandering everywhere on your body, making you shiver with his touch. He gropes your tits with one hand and the other sliding into your wet panties. “Already drenched?” His smirk widens, the sound of him unzipping his trouser and teasingly rub his leaky tip against your slit. “Good, just how I like you to be. Always wet for me.”

Honestly, he prefers for you to show up naked if you want to entice him

But he won’t let this opportunity go to waste, he will appreciate the hell out of it

After all, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he doesn’t show you how much he loves your effort to captivate him?

“Go on, show me more. Don’t be shy.” A playful smirk plays on his lips, you meekly straddle him on the couch. Arching your back, your lingerie can barely hide your pebbled nipples and you grind your achy pussy on his clothed cock. “You’re needy, aren’t you?” His teasing tone matches his smile, “Beg me.” There is a glint of dominance in his lilac eyes. You whine and pitfully beg him to touch you. How can he say no to you? He sucks your pebbled nipples through the fabric and rubs his fingers against your panties. His erection grows when he feels your pussy juices drip through your panties. “Is this all you want, baby girl? I know you didn’t put this on just for my fingers.”

You completely take him by surprise and make this dangerous man red as a tomato

Give him a few minutes to calm his poor heart and to recompose himself

He loves how sexy you are and how lucky he is to see you wearing a lingerie and this is all for him

“You’re so fucking sexy, babe.” Rin needs to worship you, your body is a temple to him. He lifts up your leg, kisses each inch of your plush skin. His dick is painfully throbbing, wanting to be released from his trousers. But his priority is to focus on your pleasure, after all you did dress yourself for him. He slowly rubs dick against the mattress to alleviate himself and moans as he gets closer to your sex. “So fucking beautiful.” His glossy lilac eyes stare into yours and his fingers are itching to pull your panties to the side to devour you, “Need to eat your sweet divine nectar. Let me have a taste.”

Absolutely breath taken when he sees you in an aesthetic pleasing lingerie

Did you think of him when you picked out the design? You even picked his favorite color

He’ll take his time with you, want you to model for him and taking risque photos

“Spread your pretty legs for me, darling.” Koko instructs you how to pose for his phone camera, finding the perfect angle and you hear the multiple shutters. “You’re doing so well, gorgeous.” He praises you with a naughty grin, “Now pull your panties aside.” Your eyes widen, shaking your head with heated cheeks. You sheepishly respond how embarrassing it is. “It’s for my eyes only, I promise.” He softly caresses your flush cheeks and sweetly reassures you. Easily persuaded by his comforting words, you pull it aside and his smirk widens, “Beautiful.” More camera shutters, “Smile for the camera, darling.”

[End]

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mypimpademia · 11 months

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— All Pink Everything

Bakugo x everything pink! Fem! Reader

TW: Swearing, reader is feminine (mostly clothing wise) but gn terms are used

⇶ You and Katsukis aesthetics completely contradict each other

⇶ You’re all pink and glitter all the time, while he’s dark and dull

⇶ It’s a cute touch to your relationship, really

⇶ And as much as he likes to act like he hates it, and like your bright pink dorm and car give him a headache, he secretly loves it

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Katsuki swore, stepping into your room. “Can you turn down the pink in here?”

He squinted and shielded his eyes with his forearm, looking down to avoid the light and to take off his shoes before he stepped on your fluffy, bright pink, rug.

You kissed your teeth, turning off your bright overhead lights in exchange for the fairy lights that were strung around your room.

Surprisingly, they were not pink. But I’m that moment, you did consider ordering new ones that were just to piss off your boyfriend.

“You’re so whiny, you know you love my room,” You said, lying down on your bed, scooting over to make room for him.

“I am not whiny,” He grunted, walking over to you and standing at the edge of your bed. Katsuki stared at you, all sprawled out across your pink sheets, smiling at him as you waited for him to lie down with you.

“And it’s not even that I don’t like it,” He admitted, moving to lay next to you. “It’s just so damn pink.”

⇶ Nah, he loves it.

⇶ Anytime he comes over, he never fails to fall asleep while draped in layers of pink sheets, surrounded by all of your plushies

⇶ And he sleeps good

⇶ Always waking up after about an hour, drool strung from the corner of his mouth to his cheek, yawning so hard that tears form in his eyes

⇶ He gets those “I had a good nap” sheet indents on his arms and legs too

⇶ Katsuki has a tendency to just lay silently after he wakes up from a nap in your room too, quietly glancing around at all your cute, pink, trinkets. And he always has his face smooshed into a plushie that he used as a pillow.

⇶ And don’t get him started on how much he hatesss (😉) your car

⇶ If you haven’t already gotten the pink wrap on it that you’ve been raving about since forever, it’s the inside the kills him

⇶ The pink steering wheel cover, the pink seat covers, the pink coasters in the cup holders, the pink floorboard covers… it just doesn’t end!

⇶ And if your car is fully decked out, but inside and outside, he’ll act like it’s an eyesore

“Why couldn’t we take my car, again?” Katsuki asked, side eyeing your car.

The bright pink wrap, the color-matched rims with heart details, the heart shaped exhaust, and the pink window tint.

“You’re whining again, Katsu,” You teased him, grabbing your keys (which were also pink) from the key holder.

“S’not my fault it looks like someone threw up pepto bismol on your car,” He scoffed, chuckling to himself after.

“You think you’re sooooo funny,” You said, in a playfully mocking voice. “S’not my fault you like boring shit.”

You imitated his voice on the last part, wiping his smirk off his face.

“I actually wanna throw up when I get in your shitty and plain car,” You exaggerated, fake gagging at the end of your sentence. He should’ve been offended, but your subconscious use of his signature vocabulary word brought a smile to his face.

“Just get in my pretty pink car, and shut your pretty little mouth”

⇶ Naturally, you have to hate on him just as much as he hates on you

⇶ But it’s okay because at the end of the day he really would do anything to make you happy

⇶ Instinctively thinks “Y/n would like this…” when he sees anything pink at the store

⇶ And he definitely buys it for you too!

“Oh, but you hate it, right?”

“Shut up before I return it.”

⇶ He’ll even get matching nails with you if you want him to

⇶ Acts all reluctant, but he will do it just to make you happy. Plus, he’ll probably enjoy it just as much as you if he really likes the design!

⇶ Pays for both of you too

⇶ He’s allowed to complain about it, but he’ll really cuss somebody out if they try to make fun of him for wearing nail polish / matching with you

⇶ Pleasee give him scalp massages with your fresh set while y’all are laying down in your bed together

⇶ He’ll fall asleep in minutes

⇶ Loves seeing you in all your monotone pink outfits

⇶ And even if it’s not monotone, he loves how you always manage to incorporate pink and give it a bright touch

⇶ Takes alllll your pictures and knows all your angles

⇶ Fixes your hair or pieces of your outfit if they’re out of places

⇶ Kisses your cheek and calls you his pretty baby

⇶ Y’all look like a Pinterest couple walking around with your opposite aesthetics

⇶ You in something cute and pink, that stands out. While he’s most likely wearing black or some neutral color, and a pretty casual outfit

⇶ Watches you eyeball things and sometimes even throw them into your shopping cart just because they’re pink

⇶ He always shakes his head at you, but you never miss the small smile on his face 🫶🏾

⇶ Pays for everything anyways even if you swear he doesn’t have to

⇶ Just gives you a kiss and tells you not to worry

⇶ Katsuki is just happy to do anything for you, and if you love it, he does too, even if he acts like an asshole about it

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lexi0widow · 1 year

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Wassup bestie, just as promised im here- and with a request for Stu macher, because there simply isn’t enough content for that lovely man! ;v;

so, could I request Stu with an Alt S/O, who finds out he’s one of the killers, and she’s just like, “…that’s..that’s kinda hot-“ and she just doesn’t give a fuck that he’s one of the killers-

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I’m sorry but I can’t be normal about him. Could it be HC format, and you can add in NSFW if you like. anyways, feel free to dilute/take out some parts of this ask and, remember, take your time, and have a great day/night!

AHH!! I’m in love with this idea thank you for the request and apologies for taking so long!! 🫶🏻

STU MACHER x ALT!READER

So like

He LOVES you so much

literally everything about you, how you dress, your personality EVERYTHING

hes head over mf heels

If you wear platforms hes asking to try them on at least 10 times per day

I hc Stu as like super tall (like 6’4) so if you wear platforms he loves that hes not the only tall one anymore

Anytime you buy new clothes he needs a fashion show

Hes setting up a red carpet just so you can show him the new earrings you bought

Speaking of jewellery he loves buying you different stuff

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets anything you can think of hes bought you it at least once

If you dye your hair hes 100% helping you

He genuinely could care less about the mess you two make of his bathroom he wants to help!

He would spend all his time in your room if it matched your aesthetic (even if it didn’t hes still there everyday)

He buys you gothic stuff to decorate your room with

‘What do you mean you don’t need plastic bats to hang from the ceiling?’

Stares at you whilst you’re doing your makeup

As for the killer part

Hes SO nervous to tell you

Like i said he loves you and he 100% does not wanna lose you

So when you come home one day and hes standing with a knife in his hand covered in blood he damn near has a mental breakdown

But when you’re like

‘Lowkey- Thats hot-‘

OH MY GOD

Its like hes just fallen in love with you all over again

Tries to get you to join him and billy

Understands if you don’t want to

Is literally jumping around in happiness if you say yes

He loves you either way

NSFW

If you have any sensitive spots with piercings or tattoos good luck

Stu knows about them and he is absolutely using them against you

Lowkey hes down to try anything

He will sub if you ask him too

He will dom if you ask him too

He just wants you to be happy

And he wants to make you cum

Over and over again

Can do praise but he can also degrade

Or both at the same time

Whatever works for you

‘F-fuck such a good little slut for me aren’t you?’

Whimpers

Sorry but it had to be said Stu whimpers

Only cares about you

He would rather make you cum 1000 times and him not at all

then him cum and you have to fake it

Also wants you to be comfortable all the time

Makes a safe word even if it isn’t super rough

You’ve seen his tounge

He can do wonders with that tounge

Just wants his whore to have a good time <3

I hope that was okay my love<33 thank you so much for your request it was super fun to do

My asks are open for anyone else with requests!!

#stu matcher x you #stu macher #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher x reader #randy meeks #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #ethan landry #scream x reader #billy loomis x reader #horror #scary movies

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leonscape · 7 months

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“papa! you need to wear a pretty dress too!” the little girl sat at her table setting up the tea party.

“but ana, papa can’t wear the dress,” leon said.

“uncle leon, if i have to wear a dress, then you have to as well!” the small boy next to him said. he was wearing a dress with the bow hairpiece she had insisted on him wearing.

“uh… well you see cal, i can’t fit into-” he told the lelouch boy before getting cut off by said lelouch boy.

“if there is a will, there is a way.”

leon sighed, shaking his head. “look, some people just don’t like or want to do certain things, and you can’t and shouldn’t force them to do those things.”

“you’re just jealous i look beautifuler,” cal said, flipping his hair out of his face.

leon wasn’t sure if callan truly understood him, but then he remembered that you could never reason with a lelouch.

suddenly, the door burst open. “anastasia, did you forget to invite your uncle clavis?”

“your skirt doesn’t match,” cal said to his father.

“what? but it matches my aesthetic perfectly!”

“no it still looks ugly,” cal said, judging his father’s purple leopard print skirt. “also i said the theme was pink and red, not purple”

“but this was all i had.” clavis frowned. he was wearing the skirt over his usual white dress pants, which peeked out from the hem of the skirt.

“it’s okay, uncle clavis. you still look pretty! please sit down and have some tea,” anastasia flashed a bright grin that mirrored her father’s.

“so, leon, why aren’t you in dress code?” clavis asked as he took a seat, smoothing his skirt down.

#leonscape’s ikemen prince au #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon #ikemen prince clavis #ikepri clavis #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction

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astroismypassion · 2 years

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Astrology observations ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

⭐️⭐️⭐️I think it’s really interesting how astrology as a topic “divides” people and it’s not a regular conversation topic since astrology is represented by Neptune and Uranus or 12th and 11th house. So it’s like people talk more about astrology online (11th house) or on distant media aka the internet (12th house). Since I lot people in the past told me that they don’t have friends that they can discuss astrology with or that none of their real life friends is interested in it. I see it now how astrology as a whole is really so much more connected with 11th and 12th house.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ People that have a lot of Taurus placements in their natal chart are truly born with innate sense of beauty and aesthetics. Even as kids they would not eat their porridge if the plate was not clean and had smudges of dirt on the edges. They really eat only food that is pleasing to their eye otherwise they lose appetite or might not eat it.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I think I hacked Juno sign and house and the role that it has in your natal chart. Often people might not fully resonate with that sign as their future spouse, ideal long-term partner. Let’s say you are a Taurus Sun and you have Gemini Juno in the 7th house. And you might not even stand Gemini Suns. But you have to look at the SIGN OVER YOUR 3RD HOUSE. And you see that you have Taurus over your 3rd house. This represent that your partner will actually be a Taurus Sun and not really Gemini Sun.

⭐️⭐️⭐️People with placements that match with your Part of Fortune sign and house bring SO much VALUE in your life. You literally see those people as “they are worth big money”. So if you have Sagittarius POF in the 1st house, you VALUE GREATLY Sagittarius and Aries Sun people. They add so much more value to your life. And you always feel kind of RICH when you are spending time with them. Almost like time spent with them is priceless to you.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I noticed Lilith conjunctions are similar to 8th house overlay synastry. I still don’t fully know why, but it brings so much power struggle. Often you might not want to give in to Sun sign of your Lilith sign. You have Virgo Lilith and you feel this deep attraction/fascination with Virgo Sun, but still something in you doesn’t want to give in to them. Almost like you are aware that you are attracted to them, want to even seduce them, but in the end you are still not sure about them, like you are not completely comfortable with their energy or don’t understand it fully.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I came across so many Scorpio Risings that have some sort of unpleasant, negative experiences with math. Are you guys okay? They are just not good at it or really dislike it. But like usually it’s just math that’s really negative for them.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Also, another Scorpio Rising one. They seem to really mesh well with Sagittarius Sun people. I noticed a lot of them are even married to Sagittarius Sun. Like Justin Bieber, a Scorpio Rising is married to Sagittarius Sun Hailey Baldwin Bieber. Chris Pratt has been married to Anna Faris, a Sagittarius Sun. And now he is married to another Sagittarius Sun Anna Schwarzenegger. And I was really thinking “but why??”.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Can someone explain the fascination between Cancer Sun man and a Sagittarius Sun or Aries Sun woman? Honestly because I don’t know either🤷🏼‍♀️ I noticed so many marriages between Cancer and Aries or Sagittarius Sun too. And it’s not looking good bruv, it’s not looking good. 😂😅 I get that both love to travel and expand the horizons and that Jupiter is exalted in Cancer. But I personally think it’s so bad in the long-term, since it results in a lot of conflict, usually coming from Sagittarius, Aries Sun. And when it comes to Aries Sun I’m clueless why would this match so well with Cancer Sun. I guess they are both a forever child? 🤔 Don’t even let me start on Cancer Sun with Leo Sun…

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Libra and Taurus Moons often promote perfumes, beauty products, cosmetics, make up, jewellery or work with a clothing brand. They are always involved with fashion and beauty.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Aries Moons and Aries Mars are the worst at admitting they made a wrong decision in their life, whether this is romantic partnership, job, career, their studies, friends. Because they hate admitting defeat. Even if they lose, they would STILL try to make it seem like that was their choice all along.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ You can’t even imagine how your username on here really reveals your Sun sign. I noticed Pisces Suns usually have a ship name, the words dream, mystic, peace in their name or a fictional character’s name. Aries Sun often has fire, lit, rage, run in their name. Cancer Sun has baby, bb, babe, crabs in their username.

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

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