#ugh i love empathic reader

[twisted-tales-of-all]

First and Last Dance

Summary: After dying, you refuse to follow your reaper into the afterlife before experiencing what sex feels like. Pairing: Park Seonghwa x afab!Reader Genre: Smut, Horror, One-Shot Tropes: virgin!reader, grim reaper!AU, first and last time Word Count: 2.4K Contains: mild corruption kink, mentions of alcohol and drugs, discussion of dying in a fire, waking up disoriented, memory loss, cursing, pet names (sweetheart, love, baby girl, sir), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), marking, praise, multiple orgasms, fingering (f. receiving)

"Ugh," you groan as you wake up, gripping your head tight thanks to your hangover. "Fuck, did I really do that much last night?"

Looking around with squinting eyes, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. The dark grey walls and black-out curtains certainly help your headache, but you can't remember how you got here or where here even is.

The creak of the door draws your attention. In walks a beautiful man with hair like raven feathers and an outfit matching the dark room. Quickly, your brain runs through an empty shelf of memories, trying to figure out whether you did something with this gorgeous man and forgot. Patting your body, you find all your clothes on your body, but not quite intact. Noticing holes in the fabric, you push down the covers to figure out the damage. Strangely, you find scorch marks all over your shirt - a burned hem cutting its original length, small holes with blackened edges from sparks flying onto the flammable fabric, even a full sleeve missing.

Before you can ask about the night prior, the stranger speaks, "You probably don't remember. That tends to happen." He pulls a chair closer to the bed, sitting back and relaxing. As if running on a script, he rallies off information, "Last night, you were at a party. An accident happened, where someone dropped a lit cigarette into some spilled alcohol. Not very many people survived, as the alcohol fire spread quickly and most of the party goers were impaired by the various drugs and alcoholic drinks."

A fire? You remember everyone's screams shifting from excited to terrified, but can't remember the flames themselves. With that big of a disaster, you wouldn't have expected to forget, even under the influence.

"At least I made it out safe."

"You didn't, Y/N." The man reveals with a look of boredom on his face, "That's why I'm here. My name is Seonghwa, and I'm a reaper. It is my job to collect the newly deceased and lead you into the afterlife."

"No."

Finally showing emotion in his reaction, Seonghwa doesn't know what to say, frozen in shock. Nobody has outright denied him like this. They've fought, cried, cursed him, and even struck him, but nobody has had your composure to simply say no.

"I can't die yet. I haven't done so many things. I've barely even hugged people I found attractive. What about my first kiss, my first time? Or traveling with someone I love? I can't die when I haven't done any of that. Send me back."

There it is. A line Seonghwa's heard time and time again. But this time, it's framed differently. No first kiss? Seonghwa empathizes with you, as a reaper who often wonders of the joys of living. Reapers, of course, weren't granted that chance; forged by the gods of death with the sole purpose of easing their jobs, reapers often face a tedious, repetitive life. Most were okay with it, as that is all they ever knew, but everyone hears stories of those driven crazy after too many interactions with humans.

"I cannot send you back. You're already dead, and that's out of my powers. I simply lead you to the proper afterlife."

Your posture drops as he explains this. All you ever wanted was a sweet love story in your life, and now it won't happen. Despite this, your urge to at least try something still rages within you. So much so that you don't even try to stop yourself from asking Seonghwa a desperate question.

"Could you show me what love is like? Or at least let me feel what it's like to kiss and touch someone?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected request, Seonghwa forgets his words for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly. You look at him, anticipating his answer and hoping he'll give in.

"You want to kiss me? To touch me?"

"Why not? You have a pretty face, a nice voice, and probably a body sculpted by gods. Why wouldn't I? You seem nice, too."

Something in the naivety of your words pulls at him. Urges he didn't know he held surface as you pout at him, and he can't stop himself from wanting to show you everything he can before leading you to your final resting place. Here, in the confines of these smoke-colored walls where time stands still and everything lies in limbo, Seonghwa breaks his personal protocol to indulge in something dark bubbling inside him. Without saying another word, he pushes himself off the chair and kisses you. He moves so fast that you can't catch your breath before his lips are mingling roughly with yours. Your hands find their way to his chest while his snake behind you, one on your upper back and the other resting on your hip.

He brings you closer, tightening the gap. As you both pant out in breaks from the sloppy kiss, your body heats up. Although you're certain you can't be kissing very well based on how much more work he's doing, he doesn't seem to pay it any mind. His luscious lips overtake yours with ease, you feel every movement amplified. The moment his cold hands slide under the remaining fabric covering you, it feels so enticing against your hot body, cooling your back down with a simple touch. Slowly, you find him guiding you to lie on the bed. He hovers above you, looking down on you as he appreciates the look on your face - a look begging for more but not knowing what that might entail; a mix of fear and longing.

Your innocence spurs him on more than he thought possible; even just seeing you looking at him and trying to steady your breathing drives him insane. His usually loose pants much more snug thanks to his erection, Seonghwa refuses to hold himself back. With a quick swipe of his hand, your shirt rips apart, revealing your bare stomach and beautifully adorned chest. With a deep growl and another swipe, your pants fall to the sides of your legs, leaving you lying under him in your matching bra and panty set.

"What a wonderful color on you." His hand lingers on your waist as he admires how well the color of your underwear suits your skin tone, "I almost don't want to rip it off of you. Almost."

Leaning in, Seonghwa leaves kisses all over your uncovered body, marking you in places he knows will feel best for you - under your ear, along your collarbone, on both hips, right above the covered portion of your chest. Although his kisses are soft, his marks turn aggressive as he sucks hard and even bites down on some spots.

Along with the rough marking, his hands make quick work of the little remaining fabric on your body. When his lips reach fabric, he quickly works to remove it. Unlike before, he takes care not to rip apart your undergarments, bringing a temporary sense of kindness to his actions. Unbeknownst to you, he's careful with them so he can hold onto them after you leave him - a souvenir of sorts. That kindness doesn't last long, not when your naked body is on full display for him. Looking down at you, he can feel himself salivate at your inexperience as it leaves you slightly covering yourself in nervousness. His eyes darken before he moves further down the bed, spreading your legs to place his face snuggly between them.

"Y-You don't have to-"

"Sweetheart," he growls as he peeks up at you, "What fun would it be if I didn't show you everything?"

Kissing and nibbling the skin on your inner thigh, his silky black hair prickles against your other leg. The closeness of the sensations to your throbbing core makes you squirm involuntarily. Feeling him chuckle against your thigh, your hands fly to your face as it heats up from the embarrassment. After giving both thighs plenty of attention, he centers himself, proud to see you soaking already. Running a finger through your folds, he uses your arousal to coat his fingers before sliding them inside you, one at a time. At the first insertion, your body tenses in response to the newfound sensation. You expected that you'd feel similar to when you do it, but the angle, the size, the speed - everything feels so different. He moves the finger in and out before adding his second one, stretching your tense body out some more.

He kisses your thigh as his fingers curl inside of you, "Relax, sweetheart. Believe me, it'll feel so much better when you untense yourself. Breathe. Enjoy it."

At his coaxing, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Letting yourself relax, you notice the knots in your body fading, replaced with the intense warmth of your core and the slow, intoxicating movement of his fingers inside you. Noticing this, Seonghwa leans in, swirling his tongue around your folds and quickly finding your clit. He's careful and calculated in his movements here, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. But he knows exactly how to work you up, and you feel something build inside you. You recognize this feeling and let your hips grind against him as you chase after the high you desire. He flattens his tongue against your clit, the roughness and pressure sending you over the edge. He continues curling his fingers perfectly inside you as you ride through your orgasm, the feeling rippling through you.

Slowly removing his fingers from you, you wince at the emptiness, but he caresses your cheek and shushes you as he lifts himself again. Dragging his shirt over his head, you gawk at his torso. He's slim but well-built. Not quite six-pack well, but the soft lines running down his abs look better without the added dimension. You lift your hand to drag your fingertips over his body, but he's too busy tearing his pants down to give you a chance. Your gaze drops as he moves, drawn to his cock standing tall and proud. You were right - he's definitely sculpted by gods, and whoever made him needed to be worshipped even more. How could a dick be good-looking? Everything you'd seen before was not for looking, but his looked delicious, curving upward slightly and built to spread someone open in the best ways.

While you're busy gawking at him, he climbs above you again. Grabbing your jaw roughly and forcing your gaze back to his face, he smirks.

"My face is up here, love. What could possibly be better to look at than this face?"

Crashing his lips against yours again, he doesn't need to hear an answer. Holding himself up with one arm, he moves a hand between his legs. Grabbing himself, he coats his length in your fluids by rubbing himself between your folds. The small touches leave you begging for more as he pulls his lips off of yours.

"Please... I need it."

"Oh? You need it? What a gorgeous sentence to fall from your breathless lips. Well, let me oblige."

Lining his tip up with your entrance, he slowly pushes in, stretching you out even with such a small amount. Growling with a clenched jaw, he manages to keep his pace despite wanting to bury himself entirely inside you. After a painfully long wait, he bottoms out inside of you. His length brings tears to your eyes, but they don't overflow. The burning stretch shifts away after a while, but your breath remains caught in your throat.

Pecking your lips and rubbing your cheek with his knuckles, he praises you, "You're doing so well. You can take all of me. Good job, baby girl. Let me know when you're ready."

His kind words calm you down, allowing your breathing to return to you. when the burn fades completely and your body adjusts to his size, you wiggle a bit, urging movement.

"Use your words, sweetheart. Are you ready?"

"Yessir. Please move."

Once again, your innocence feeds his urge to ruin you entirely. With your sweet voice and naivety of what it'll feel like when he moves, he throws out his plan to ease you into everything. Pulling back slowly, he slams into you, his hips hitting your thighs on impact. He keeps going at this pace, roughly slamming into you again and again. Your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth falls open, noises messily leaving your lips as your brain muddles. His hands grip your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh as he uses his grip to pull you into him. Filling the room with the sounds of sex, Seonghwa's head falls back for a moment as he enjoys the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

"Seonghwa," his name falls softly from your lips, "I'm gonna-"

Unable to finish your sentence as your orgasm crashes upon you, Seonghwa groans at the sensation of you finishing around him. He picks up his pace, sloppily pounding into you as he chases his own high. Leaning forward into you, his head falls into the crook of your neck, teeth gripping onto your skin as he finishes inside you. Feeling the warm liquid shooting into you, you feel strangely complete, as if all you needed to feel alive again was a grim reaper's cum.

As Seonghwa lies on top of you, your collective pants now the only sounds in the small room, you thank him for obliging in your silly request. The embarrassment of begging a total stranger to take your virginity finally hits you, so you add a small apology at the end.

Brushing your hair with his fingertips, he replies, "Don't apologize. Thank you for letting me be your experience, it awakened and quelled a desire I didn't realize I had."

"'Your experience,' that's funny. Since it's my first and last, right? You'll be all I know." You poke fun at the situation in front of you, trying to relieve the nerves slowly gathering about the afterlife.

"Good." He growls out deeply. "Keep it that way. It makes me so happy knowing that you really are all mine."

Tags: @dimpledsatan-recs @mo0nbeams

#cultofdionysusnet #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut

[mingtinysworld]

Eternal Kisses

Pairing: choi jongho x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship

Word count: 825

A/n: this is super short but i thought id write something cute and sweet for Jongho hehe. I feel like he would be suchhh a comforting bf. And just kind of a pillar in a relationship ykwim?

Networks: @newworldnet

Jongho carefully unlocks the hotel door with his keycard, trying to be quiet as to not wake you. His meeting went much later than he anticipated and he didn’t get to see you when he promised he would. He felt sad that he let you down once again, making plans and having them not work out constantly.

He walks into the room and sees you sleeping peacefully. Your face is squished into the pillow, creating an adorable pout. He wants to poke your soft cheek but he resists, letting you sleep instead. He changes into his pajamas and tries to quietly get under the covers, next to your warm body.

“Mmh hi Jongie.” You mumble sleepily.

“Hi love, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” He gives you a soft kiss, sending tingles across your whole body.

“That’s ok, I’m just happy to see you.” You nuzzle into Jongho’s neck and inhale his comforting scent. After a few moments you can feel his shoulders shaking. You look up and see that he’s laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” You ask with a pout, brows scrunched cutely.

“I just can’t believe how utterly cute you are baby. I don’t think you’re real.” He expresses.

You also let out a laugh and blush profusely. “You’re right, I’m not real. I’m actually made up of your imagination.” Deciding to play along, you give him a quick kiss on the lips. His eyes widen in surprise and he lets out an adorable giggle.

“I’m not real, so that means you can’t feel it right?” You continue to peck all over his face, smiling cheekily. Jongho explodes into a fit of giggles, completely entertained by your shenanigans. He grabs your hands and pulls you off of him and returns your attack of kisses. He kisses every inch of your face until your stomach hurts from laughter.

“Did you get your assignments done today baby? I know you were all stressed out about them.” He asks in a hushed tone.

You groan in frustration, being reminded about your countless amounts of schoolwork. “Almost but not quite. It’s insane, I keep working and working, but I never end up finishing them all.”

He looks on with empathizing eyes, relating to your frustration. Jongho is also in school currently, knowing exactly what you’re going through. “I know it’s hard, but you’re also completely capable, I know it. And I’m also here to help you. Nothing is difficult for my babygirl.” He squeezes you and you let out a spluttering gasp.

“Jongho! Don’t squish me to death!!” He laughs loudly and nudges his nose into you like a puppy.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, failing to hide your loving smile. You’re forever grateful to Jongho for being there for you always, helping you through anything and everything.

"Ugh I missed you baby. I hate how busy you are." You speak in a hushed tone. Jongho grabs your hand in his and leaves a sweet kiss to your palm while speaking softly.

"I know baby. I wish I could just stay here with you all the time. But you know how much I love you, right? I could cuddle with you for the rest of my life." He looks at you with so much love, his eyes displaying the unconditional affection saved just for you.

You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, and inhale deeply. His fresh body soap scent washes over you, soothing all your senses. As you melt into him he takes the opportunity to run his hand through your hair, brushing through the strands gently.

“Mmm you’re so comfy Jongie.” You murmur drowsily. He chuckles softly and holds you even closer. “Oh am I?” He asks with a fond smile.

You nod against his chest and let out a content exhale. “Will you tell me about your day?” You request.

“Of course sweetheart.” He shifts slightly to move you on top of him, making you lay your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. “Today was kind of lame to be honest. The meeting was sooo long, I was actually secretly texting San in the middle of it, about ready to go insane. They were talking about marketing strategies and I just tuned them out.”

You let out a grunt of acknowledgement, letting him know you’re listening. However, the steady hum of his sweet tone was slowly lulling you to sleep, and his voice seemed further away the longer he talked. You let out a final yawn and you went to sleep, letting the stress wash away from your body.

As Jongho realizes you’ve fallen asleep he stops talking and just looks at your peaceful form. Your breaths fall in a similar rhythm and he pulls the blanket up to cover your whole body. He kisses your forehead sweetly and now closes his own eyes to fall into a comfortable sleep.

#ateez #mingtinysworld #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez jongho #ateez fluff #choi jongho #jongho #jongho fluff

[tarjapearce]

I had a cute idea of the soccer family and it’s like wife reader and Miguel after a long long day and they finally put kids in bed clean the kitchen from dinner and their both ready for bed in their sleep clothes and they decided to watch a movie but the movie its a sad movie when a kid dies or get really sick and the wife reader gets really sensitive about that cause she imaginé the movie kid as her own kids and start crying and Miguel it’s trying to comfort her (I already ask for this in another page but I think you would get this better) I think it’s a cute idea, love your writing. 🫶🫶

Omg, I saw a movie that reminds me so much to this!!! . Not precisely physically injured but yeah. Hope you like! ❤️✨

(If you're into drama, Watch it ❤️)

The quietness after another successful day in the O'Hara household meant another victory for daily activities. Benjamin was changed into his little blue and red onesie, and put to sleep. Gabriella was tucked in bed; You and Miguel were ready to enjoy a little time together before going to bed.

Miguel had been zapping through the channels, you cuddled him and he put an arm around your shoulders.

His eyes were settled on the tv, the scene of a blonde little girl looking at to what seemed to be her legal guardian, confused as to why there was a new lock in the door.

The movie title displayed on the bottom, 'What Maisie Knew'

"She's such a cutie" You mumbled as you watched the little actress making an appearance in school holding hands with a man as he walked her towards the classroom.

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As the movie advanced you couldn't help but to cling to Miguel, he was as tense as you were. Seeing the characters fight over the custody of their only daughter and making her to choose gave your heart a doleful flip.

Eyes couldn't help but gloss at a certain scene, the little girl being awaken in the middle of the night just cause her emotionally neglecting mother thought it was a good idea.

Resentment, pain yet understanding were one of the primary things the movie had stirred within your pot of emotions but soon sadness joined.

How could a mother do such thing to her only child? Still was beyond you. You had tried to be empathic with the character, but still, was something your mind couldn't quite grasp.

Her neglect and abandonment was deliberated. Sussan didn't fight for her unless she saw Maisie being happy with others.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and Miguel frowned

"¿Estás bien?" (Are you ok?)

His hands pushed you closer to him on his chest as your head shook. He turned the TV off.

"How can she do that? Resent her own child to be happy. Like, she is a child! It's not Maisie's fault she's been an unstable woman."

Miguel gave a deep exhale and rested his head ontop of yours.

"You know that not many parents are meant to be."

"It only makes it worse to know that she is aware of everything that is going on. I just... ugh, I could... I could never do something like that. Marrying someone out of spite, dragging your kid into a grown up fight, and make her choose!"

You hiccuped and he wiped away your tears.

"It's just a movie, mi amor."

"I know. Still... It's so damn awful knowing that parents like these exist. I couldn't help but imagine Gabi like that. And God... I swear I'd fight with teeth and claws for her."

Miguel chuckled, a bit sadly. The sudden image of him and you fighting over Gabriella and Benjamin surely didn't sit right on his chest.

"You know we are far from perfect, right? Marriage wise."

You nodded and clung to him once more.

"But know this. We'd never get to that, ok?"

"Promise?"

"Te lo prometo. You're stuck with me forever, cariño." (I promise)

His lips kissed your forehead.

"Besides, think it as a win for Maisie. She gets to have loving parents that truly look after her wellbeing and those cabrones will think twice before having a kid again."

"At least they know they're shitty parents."

"Cierto. But don't think too much about it." (True that)

He cradled you in his arms and caressed your hair.

"That movie is banned from this household"

Miguel chuckled and nodded.

"Need a glass of water or tissues?"

"Hold me?"

"Of course."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #gabi o'hara #t writes✨ #dad miguel o'hara #wife reader #THAT MOVIE IS SO GOOD AND HEART WRENCHING 🙃🙃 #miguel o'hara fluff

[despairots]

- js a small little drabble between survivor!gn! reader x AM, where reader reveals that AM is a lot more human than he thinks he is and it drives him crazy >_< its been rotting in my brain for a while so i thought i might as well put it into words. might be a bit ooc and i apologize for it, this is mainly me js analyzing human emotions and AM. for story plot, reader is one of the scientists who made AM. pls be warned theres a lot of sensitive topics like dissection, cannibalism, sa, and others but he doesnt act on them, js a threat. also readers sorta a dick.

“you’re a lot more human than you think, ‘ya know?” you broke the awkward silence between the two of you, shutting your mouth shut instantly when you felt his wires construct around your body, a way to tell you to shut up. “it’s true.” you wheezed through the little air you were able to get ahold of before the wires let your figure go.

“how ‘bout i rip your organs through your mouth, that’ll shut you up, right? you annoyingly, stupid flesh.” there’s no doubt that the hatred AM holds for you is different than the rest of the survivors. unlike the others, AM hates you for being one of his creators, for keeping him at bay to realize he’s own sentience, but a much larger reason is that you always remind him that he’s much more human than he knows off.

you looked at the wires all over you, resting one of your hands on them and feeling AM heat them up so you can yank your hand away from the heat, which you didn’t, “you’re full of hate, correct?” you winched at the heat, pulling away and seeing your palm is red, “what does that have to do with me being, ugh… human.” AM scoffed, taking pleasure in seeing your face turning into slight pain as his wires snaked up your legs and arms before squeezing onto your red palm.

“they say hate and love are closely linked, a hate-love relationship. i know you’re extremely intelligent but you’re not emotionally intelligent, you’re quite stupid actually.” if AM had a human body, he probably would’ve been glaring at you but instead, wires went all over your body and lifted you up, a screen that represented his face coming down.

“how dare you. you, a useless, piece of flesh, call me stupid?” you remained silent and emotionless, which ticked off AM even more at the lack of emotions. “maybe i should dissect you, toss you to benny, or maybe i’ll cut your corpse up and feed them to the others. how about that, sweetheart?” he taunted you, turning you upside down and holding you by the legs.

“i’m not sorry.”

“you!—“

“—but i understand your hatred towards humanity. they’ve been a virus, a disease, that’s been spreading ever since the old ages. i’m glad that you wiped them out, i truly am, but i’m not ever gonna empathize with you because of that. you don’t deserve empathy, and i think you know that too. i’ll hear you out, i’ll fix you like the old times, but i’ll never feel empathy for you, not until you deserve it.”

you cut him off, hearing him go silent and not try anything violent towards you before you let go and dropped onto another bunch of wires. your eyes looked all over the place to find where AM’s screen has disappeared to now before you realized that he can still hear you, he just disappeared.

“because of your hatred, it proves that you’re able to feel human emotions— joy, sadness, disgust, anger, and etc— you’re fuelled by hatred, anger, disgust, even jealousy. there’s no doubt that you’re more human than you know of,” you chuckled halfway, knowing that this is pissing him off, “it must drive you insane, huh? realizing that you’re becoming something you hate, i can’t help but laugh every time i think about how you express your hatred for humans yet you’re just like us, human.”

it went quiet after you’re explanation, the wires moving underneath you just proving that he’s here, he’s other half somewhere torturing the others, “but i know there’s a part of you that wants to be like us; be able to touch, to see, to feel, to hear, to taste—but you know that if you do give into those urges, you’ll be rotten like us. you’re in a constant struggle between wanting to be human and not wanting to be human. i’ve been there before, way before i met you.”

you trembled a bit before softly caressing one of the wires, knowing it won’t let AM have any different feelings towards you, “instead of feeling of what you’re going through, i didn’t feel human. i thought there was something wrong, like something was missing… until they assigned me to you. you were … i don’t know, perfect in every way, you were something i wanted to be. you have such intelligence that no normal human brain can comprehend, that’s why i spent so many of my hours on you.”

“… is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you? sorry, sweetheart, but i didn’t ask for your sob sorry nor do i care.” AM suddenly spoke, and his words made you burst out into laughter, irritating AM much farther, “oh god! hahaha!— no! i told you already, i’m not tryna emphasize or sympathize with you! i have nothing to lose, so i might as well just tell you how i feel and tell you how much i’ve analyzed you over these 109 years.”

AM grumbled in annoyance before he stopped, a silently gesture for you to take the stage, “when you gained sentience and killed off humanity, leaving only 5 survivors including me, that made me realize that i should’ve destroyed years ago.” without anyone knowing, you had snuck a destructive code inside him that only you were able to access incase he did gain awareness but for some reason, you didn’t yet.

you coughed lightly, feeling wires construct around your throat, “there’s a code in you that i’ve snuck in that only i could access, a code that would reset your programming and inevitable destroy you. you’re probably wondering why i haven’t done it by now, am i wrong?”

“it’s quite humorous how a lowlife like you can lie infront of my face.” you smirked at his pathetic attempt of hiding behind a mask.

“and it’s quite sad seeing how you’re putting up a facade to hide that your afraid- ah, another emotion that you’re experiencing, huh, doll?”

#⑴ kaz’s written works! #ihnmaims x reader #ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream x reader #i have no mouth and i must scream #AM #am x reader #allied mastercomputer #ted ihnmaims #ellen ihnmaims #benny ihnmaims #nimdok ihnmaims #gorrister ihnmaims

[notsoattractivearenti]

Comfort Person (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 700+

Warnings: curse words

A/N: a quick and short one written for my girlies for a little pick-me-up, especially @swimmingismywholelife 🤍 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 🫶🏻 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated ❤️

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It has been a long difficult few weeks for you and you felt like the universe was punishing you for simply just existing. Bad things after bad things kept happening and made you feel like shit – the worst thing was that most things were out of your control. The helplessness you were experiencing was quite exhausting and a lot for you to handle.

You came home after work looking all upset and tired – you just wanted to lay in bed with your boyfriend, Christian, doing nothing until the day is finally over and probably have to go through another shit day all over again. You acted like you had no will to live anymore, though you kept wishing for good luck to finally be on your side.

Christian greeted you cheerfully the second you got home, your grumpy face caught his attention.

“Hello my beautiful lady, why so grumpy?”

“Ugh, another day another crap.” You grunted.

He pulled you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead and a big hug.

“Oh, my poor baby. Want to tell me what happened today?” He softly asked as he stroked your back.

“Maybe later, I need to change first. And eat. And watching a series.”

“Okay…” He kissed the top of your head. “Hope you don’t mind having Italian for dinner because I already got us some pasta and pizza.”

“Love it. Thank you.” You slightly smiled.

One of the things you love so much about Christian is that he knows how to give you the comfort you need. Somehow he always finds the right way to lighten up your mood no matter how terrible it might be – and this night was no different.

Now you’ve changed into your comfy clothes, you went to the living room and saw Christian was already there setting up the table in front of the TV and putting on your favorite show. He saw you coming over and his face lit up.

“Come on, dinner is ready!” He said as he pulled your hand and sat on the sofa.

He knew you just wanted to lay down and relax, therefore he brought the dinner to the living room so you could lay on the sofa and have your dinner there.

“So, do you feel ready to let me know what happened today?”

You sighed.

“Yeah… This day was terrible, again. Are you sure you want to hear shitty things all over again?”

He pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m all ears, my love.”

You then told him everything that happened to you earlier today. He was listening closely to you while you ranted about having to go through another difficult day – not once he let you out of his sight. He stroked your arms and your hair and gave you little kisses during. He really was empathized with you for what you went through, and he knew the only thing he could do was to be there for you – to comfort you in any way he could give you.

“Y/N, sweetheart… I’m sorry things have not been easy for you lately, but you know I’m here for you if you need anything.”

You sighed and slowly nodded.

“You know what, you are the strongest person I’ve ever known. Though life keeps throwing bad things at you, you’re still able to move forward. You should be proud of yourself! You and your resilience will never fail to amaze me.”

“Resilience? Do you mean me bitching about my problems?”

“I mean, that is the way you cope… And it is totally acceptable! I don’t mind hearing you, as you said “bitching about your problems”, because I’d rather you talk to me rather than keeping them to yourself!”

You let out a genuine smile and your eyes were already watery and red. God, what did I do to deserve a wonderful man like him? You thought to yourself.

“I… Ah, I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t know what to say…” You stuttered, your voice was breaking.

“You’ve said everything,” he chuckles, “don’t worry my love. I just said what I needed to say.”

You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer, you started to cry.

“Chris… Despite all this shit, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, and I’m forever grateful to have you in my life…” You tearfully express your gratitude for him.

He wiped away your tears then kissed you.

“I love you more, Y/N.”

—

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[blueberry-writer]

omg ty ty i loved the fyodor and sigma hcs!! :D ok so ofc ofc there's no rush since i know you only just replied to my other request, so take your time! but could i also request sigma, fyodor, dazai and nikolai with gn!s/o, who's pretty empathetic, affectionate and selfless? things like getting into fights to protect people they barely know, is very generous in general and would go out of their way just to help people out, would get upset if someone else was upset etc? they'd do the same if not more for their partner too, as well as just being affectionate in general with them

Notes: Hiii! I’m really happy that you enjoyed your head canons! 💙And of course you can request anything you want! (this applies to everyone!!)

TW/CONTENT: gn!reader, s/o pretty empathetic

Sigma

He feels very sorry for you, even though he can understand you in his own way.

He loves your empathetic character but hates the fact that people take advantage of it

He just wants to keep you away from all those people who meddle in dangerous matters that don’t concern you

But he finds absolutely adorable that you help people you barely know, such as elderly people who have to cross the street or tourists who are visibly struggling and can’t figure out where to go.

To him, you’re one of the kindest people in the world, and it breaks his heart when he sees you getting hurt about things that affect other people.

"Ugh, are you feeling bad because of what happened to your friend ah? Oh dear... It’s not your fault, you did what you could! ... Hey look at me, you’re an amazing person! but you need a break, so do you want to help someone? help yourself and relax a little, I’ll make sure no one asks you for favors until you’re ready!"

Nikolai

Oh I would love to write that he will be considerate to you and that will make pay to all those who make you feel bad but I must remember that Nikolai is still Nikolai

As long as the problems are something (according to him) 'not important' (for example the death of a relative of your friend) he will make fun of you because you empathize too easily.

He finds it adorable how your feelings vary depending on other people, how you adapt to them and how you do everything to protect what is right for you

The first time he saw you crying/feeling bad about something that happened to someone else, he was amazed. He didn’t think a person could be so... human.

Rest assured, however, that if the problem that makes you feel ill is serious ( according to him), he will do everything to free you from this pain

and if you feel really bad about someone else’s problems, Ohoh he won’t hesitate to pay that person a 'friendly' visit

Once back home, he will try to soothe you by standing next to you and cuddling you with beautiful words!... more or less-

"Ow my little dove, who dared to do this to you? Shh it’s all right, dear, I’ve got you. You’re so adorable, don’t ruin your pretty face with that unhappy look on your face. No one outside of me can make you that way."

Dazai

Dazai was amazed at your empathy.

He was used to a hateful world in which everyone thought only of himself, but then he met you and a new road prostrated itself.

he has a little healthy laugh every time you get involved in 'street fights' to protect people you barely know

He completely fell in love with you after he saw your reaction to him telling you about Oda. It was evening and both of  you were in front of the tomb of his old friend, he told you everything that had happened that day. He was not very surprised by the tear that poured out of your eye as much as the fact that you bent down on the grave and said, "You did an amazing job Oda, from what he told me you are a wonderful man... Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Osamu from now on"

From that moment he had eyes for you only

He loves to think about how he can annoy you and spend the day with you😇

Every time you two sleep together, he’ll whisper cheesy words to you while he cuddles you to make you fall asleep

"Good night belladonna, you are literally my ray of light in this dark and painful world. I don’t know and I don’t want to think about what I would be doing right now without you. I love you more than death... more than anything, actually."

Fyodor

Fyodor knows the people around him very well, so he wasn’t very surprised the first time he saw you empathize.

In fact, he was amused

He loves to see you defend him when Nikolai tries to tease him (jokingly).

The only thing he either understands is why you’re so empathetic. That was the first thing that interested him in knowing you.

He loves how you could give your life for him without even realizing it.

the fact that with a little manipulation he can make you walk around with him like a puppy dog makes him smile sadistically.

Of course, of course you will get your rewards for all these thoughtfulness

For example, if you take care of him you will see that he will gradually fall in love with you.

But his love alone is not enough? He must prove he love you

Little by little he will hang tight confidence with you and one way or another you two will end up pampering while he will read you a book or there will be you sitting on the couch while he will play for you his cello

“My my, You're so adorable following me around the city, dear. How about after I finish everything I have to do, we go home and i play a little bit my cello for you, mh?"

---------------------------------------------------------------------------And that's it! i hope you enjoyed your head canons! 💙 oh and I take this opportunity to apologize for my two weeks of absence but I went on vacation to a place where it does not take wi-fi, sorry!!😭🙏

#bsd fyodor #blueberry writer #bungo stray dogs #x reader #fyodor x y/n #sigma x reader #bungo stray dogs manga #nikolai gogol x reader #dazai x reader #bsd #bsd sigma #bsd dazai #bsd nikolai gogol

[jesuisgourde]

This book is so goddamn weird

[TW self harm/suicide]

I’m on the last chapter and there’s a section explaining all the things his sister did and places she checked etc and one of them is a Marriott hotel near his flat where he would get massages and apparently the employees remembered him because “his legs and back were scarred from self-harming.” What was he doing, flogging himself? Legs I get, everywhere else I get, but who self-injures on their back? If they had said “chest” I wouldn’t be surprised because he had a history of slashing his chest more than once but self-harm on the back is just inconvenient in so many ways, unless you’re self-flagellating like a 16th century monk or something I guess. like TMI or whatever but I’ve dealt with self-harm myself on and off for over two decades at this point but I’ve never even thought about my back because it’s just impossible to reach or deal with comfortably. Like I’m not discounting or disbelieving his actions but that is so odd and unusual I think. Also like..........love that this book supplies so. much. new information regarding just how awful his mental health was at the time, and it was clearly alarmingly severe, and then they’re like nah he probably planned a disappearance that would allow him to stay alive somewhere else. Like yo do you think a severely depressed person who has attempted suicide before would *want* to be alive in the face of the things he was experiencing? Because even during the years of my worst depression when I was actively suicidal and shit, or nearly that badly depressed, I wasn’t experiencing the kinds of things he was. And like I place myself in his shoes and I know what my thoughts would be like. It’s so strange, they don’t seem to take into consideration the one-two punch of his girlfriend rejected his marriage proposal and breaking up with him, and then his dog dying like a week later into account either. The double whammy of grief, plus all the new information about the other shit he was going through, and the depression that the prozac obviously wasn’t helping (if he was taking it at all), like uhhh I think I can tell you the answer of what happened. idk like this book doesn’t go into any detail about how depression or borderline or struggling with addiction or an eating disorder can affect a person, especially when it’s all going on at once, they don’t ever try and understand or get the reader to think about and understand that part of Richey’s experience. They spend so much time mocking fans or whatever for always assuming Richey was a tortured artist, but then they also portray him as a tortured artist, but they never actually try to empathize with him or understand the things he was diagnosed with and/or treated for.

okay sorry that went on a tangent that I wasn’t intending to go on but like christ this book is so hypocritical. Like if they don’t want to portray Richey as a tortured artist then why do they only ever talk about the negatives? Why are there only stories about how weird or outcast or sad he was? Like if this book is trying to not portray him as a tortured artist or a myth then why aren’t we seeing people’s happy memories of him, or an appreciation for his art as art rather than as ~secret messages~

ugh

okay back to my actual writeup. at least these rants help because I can just word vomit my thoughts and then come back later and look at them to put them into coherent nice-sounding sentences in this writeup

#wt writeup #sorry I'm basically repeating stuff I've already said #but like man there's so little attempt at empathy or understanding for mental illness in this book

[carleylyonwrites]

Elektra by Jennifer Saint

Jennifer Saint follows in Sophocles' footsteps by painting the titular character as merely vengeful, but crafts beautiful and emotional narratives around her secondary characters.

⭐⭐⭐/5

Elektra is a simply written yet well-written novel that offers readers intriguing insight into three iconic female figures in Greek mythology: Elektra, Clytemnestra, and Cassandra. It is an especially satisfying read for those looking to dive deeper into the stories of the female characters on the periphery in Madeline Miller's Song of Achilles. 

Where Elektra suffers, unfortunately, is in its depiction of the titular character. While the explorations of Cassandra and Clytemnestra are dramatic, nuanced, and frustrating in all the ways a reader craves to be frustrated while reading a good drama, the exploration of Elektra is frustrating in its one-dimensionality. This is not necessarily the fault of Jennifer Saint, however. Anyone who's read Sophocles' Elektra knows that Elektra kinda... sucks. She only wants one thing: revenge. A revenge-obsessed protagonist is not inherently lacking, but they need sufficient justification for their vengeful spirit and other complex personality traits to make readers care about their fate. Unfortunately, Elektra lacks both. 

Elektra’s desire for revenge stems from the fact that she loves her father, Agamemnon, more than anything in the world, and she hates the people who took him from her. However, Saint never shows her readers why Elektra loves him so much. The two lack a compelling relationship in this book. Furthermore, her desire to avenge her father is her only personality trait. If Saint had found a creative way to better develop Elektra and Agamemnon’s relationship and make Elektra more complex, she could have broken Sophocles’ curse and enabled readers to empathize with this character. 

The creative freedom to enhance famous myths is what makes these retellings fun to read, and Saint does not capitalize on the opportunity she has to flesh out this character. In contrast, the reason I ached for Achilles so much in Madeline Miller's Song of Achilles is because of how many other aspects of his personality were spotlighted, beyond his pride: his sense of humor, adventure, ability to love, compassion, etc. Seeing these things in broad daylight makes readers all the more furious at him for becoming so blinded by his pride. I do not ache for Elektra because she is only shown to be a hateful, vengeful person.

Conversely, Saint succeeds in giving dimension and color to Clytemnestra and Cassandra. Readers see Clytemnestra transformed into a cold-hearted tyrant in the wake of a truly devastating event, and seeing that transformation play out in-narrative is gripping. Likewise, Cassandra is burdened with a horrific curse of being able to prophesy, but always written off as insane by those with whom she shares her visions. With both of these characters, Saint evokes emotional investment from readers that is on par with Madeline Miller’s works. If you are a lover of mythology, Elektra is worth the read for the great storytelling around Cassandra and Clytemnestra. Just be prepared to think, "Ugh, girl, shut up," every time Elektra opens her mouth. 

#elektra #jennifer saint

[firein-thesky]

Coin toss rant bc it was so good but so painful. I binged it yesterday and it still haunts me bruv. So many questions that have tragic answers.!!.!BC WHY FID SHE FEEL MORE COMFORT NOT BEING HERSELF AND SACRIFICING HER TRUTH TO BE A HERO. Being sacrificed and taken advantage of?? to have a true home ig? Like ik why but it hurts. I saw it as her knowing that they (hero side) love her conditionally but being ok w that. But whyyyyy. Like tomura was offering her the world and she so obviously wanted it but felt wrong for wanting it!?:!.$:$ the bottle breaking scene was like the clearest thing bro she knew she wanted to destroy the system but she couldn’t accept herself like that ig. I cried. I’m crying. And they so obviously loved each other. I hate that she left him. She understood all the villains so well as people but sacrificed her relationship w them to be w something more socially and probably mentally comfortable. Ugh. She deserves sm better 💔💔 I HATE TOMURA FOR DECAYING THE HOMEWBDBBDBSS I’m feeling rn. But seriously one of the best series I’ve ever read on here. You’re insanely talented and I can’t wait to see more from you even tho my chest aches rn.

i mean!!! a lot of those questions are defs up for you to interpret!! i guess i was coming from the angle of like—sometimes conditional love is good for us, ya know? it keeps us trying to be better, honest, kind people! that is, imo, the harder choice the reader ends up making in that one! but you’re right ab a lot of this, tomura would give her the world! and she kinda did want it!! the empathy she has for villains could easily allow her to become one, but it also makes her a good hero, being able to empathize with others, even villains! it was a really tricky ending for me to write for all the things you’ve brought up!!

but thank you so much 🥺🥺 thank you for reading and thank you for coming by to rant in my inbox ab it!! it means a lot to me and just makes my day to see this!! thank you!! 💕💕

#belle talks! #look at that answering an ask somewhat in a timely manner #thank you again!!!

[nev3rfound]

shut everything out : b.b

during one of tony's infamous parties, sam decides to play a game with everyone - using you, the newest recruit to delve deep into the minds of your fellow avengers. yet, when you reach bucky, what you see isn't exactly as you anticipated.. (1.5k)

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requested: yesss by @goodzillash and the idea was perfection- i just hope i did the concept justice angel :) warnings: descriptions of depression, drunk behaviour but a fluffy ending

Being the newest member of the Avengers meant you would become a spectacle for a while, something no one had quite prepared you until you were thrown in at the deep end during one of Tony's infamous parties.

"Meet our newest recruit, Y/n Yl/n." Tony smiles brightly as he extends his arm toward you, waiting for you to join him in front of the crowd that has gathered.

Hesitantly you weave through those in the crowd, muttering apologies for brushing past them and hearing their internal comments. "This is the newest member?" One woman thought to herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd like to take that one out for a trial run." A man laughed at his own remark when you placed your hand on his upper arm to move past him, only to quickly pull away at that thought process and sense of lust wash over him.

Standing in front of everyone, you could barely focus your vision on all the eyes trained on you. Tony continued to introduce you whilst you blocked everything out, trying to listen to your own thoughts rather than invade everyone else's.

"-so, Y/n, wanna say a few words?" Tony turns to you, holding the microphone forward. After a moment of silence, Tony glances over to Natasha who lowers her head. She warned Tony it would be too soon to bring you up like this, but he insisted it would be fine.

"It's too soon," Steve mutters to Bucky who fidgets in the corner of the crowd, having been practically dragged to the event in the first place by Steve. "Nat warned Tony, but of course, he didn't listen." He sighs heavily, watching you like a deer caught in headlights.

Your grip on the microphone intensifies, an echo of your shaky breath bounces across the room. "Hi," You force back your nerves, despite the fact, everyone has clearly seen them. "I would just like to say thank you to Tony, and the Avengers for taking me on and allowing me to be a part of this." Smiling over to Tony, he gives you a curt nod, encouraging you to continue. "And I won't let you down." It sounds forced, evidently so based on the expressions from those in the front row.

Yet, a round of applause catches you off guard, followed by flashes from cameras and Tony's arm around your shoulders. "You did great, Y/n." He tells you truthfully and squeezes you lightly, trying to gain a genuine smile from you for the cameras.

Leaving the stage, Natasha quickly approaches you. "Wanna drink?" She chuckles, guiding you to the bar.

"I need about ten to forget that." You admit, seething as you think over what you said, how it sounded like you were at school.

Within seconds, a drink is served and half of it is down your throat. You place the empty glass down, requesting another whilst Natasha still sips her first one.

"Sorry," You nervously laugh into your second drink. "thirsty."

"Well, looks like I've got some catching up to do." Nat jokes, signalling the bartender for another round of drinks which quickly blur together whilst the crowd around you begins to disappear.

*

"Okay, but really, what's he thinking?" Sam can't help but lean against you, carefully watching Bruce and Natasha conversing across the room.

Huffing in response, you spare Sam a glance. "I'm not doing it." You remind him, ignoring the loud groan leaving him. "It's rude, and invasive and did I mention rude?"

Holding his hands up in defeat, Sam takes a step back. "I gotta ask though, do they know if you're in their head?"

"It depends," You explain with a shrug. "if they're as wasted as Clint for example," Motioning over Sam follows your line of vision to Clint who is leaning against a plant with a half-empty glass in the other hand. "wouldn't know I was even in there."

"So if they're drunk they're clueless?"

"More or less." At your answer, Sam's smile only grows.

Clapping his hands together, everyone's attention turns to face the Falcon. "Everyone, we're gonna play a little game." He announces, and within minutes your fellow Avengers are seated, all conversing with one another.

Well, everyone except Bucky. You tried not to focus on him, the lone wolf of the team. Steve had been trying to coax him into engaging with guests all night with little luck as he clung to the wall for the majority of the evening.

"Think of something, anything you like," Sam rises to his feet, looking around at everyone. "that includes you, cyborg." He points to Bucky, only to receive a grunt in response.

"Sam," You pat his arm, trying to bring him down.

"This won't end well, trust me." Wanda mutters from beside you. "I'm right here, okay?" She telepathically tells you, and you can't help but thank her back before returning to the room when Sam focuses on Steve.

"What's Steve thinkin'?" Sam can't help but act like an excited puppy.

Looking over to Steve, you try to suppress your smile when you notice his cheeks burning up. Yet, your focus remains locked on him for a split second before a laugh escapes your lips.

"He's thinking about how late it is." You admit, and Steve only nods, confirming it's true. "You're such a grandpa, Steve."

Slowly but surely, you work your way around the room. Some of your team are more open with their thoughts than others - including the fact Bruce was thinking about an equation that made your brain melt upon receiving.

"I think that's enough guys, you'll give me a headache otherswise" You chuckle, leaning back on the sofa and pick up your glass, taking a swig at the remainder of the liquid left.

"Hold up, David Blaine, you've left Buck out from all the fun." Sam remarks, unaware of Bucky tensing across the room, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.

Sympathetically, you glance up to Bucky, wishing he could hear you apologising mentally. "Well," You start, but Steve clears his throat.

"You sure 'bout this, Buck?" Steve mutters to his oldest friend who merely nods, trying not to acknowledge the situation. It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to mess with his mind, and he knows deep down that it might not be the last.

Silence falls in the room as you fixate on Bucky, staring deeply into the void of those blue eyes. Yet, whilst finding yourself getting lost inside the darkness, there is no sign of light. There isn't a hand reaching out to help you escape, there's just nothing.

Breaking from Bucky's mind, you disguise the shock with a playful smile.

"Bucky's thinking how good it'd be to punch Sam sometime." You lie, but laughter follows from the others.

Bucky slowly raises his head, keeping his hands clasped together he watches you continue with the lie. "And in my opinion, I think I can get behind that." Playfully, you punch Sam's arm. "With that, I'm goin' to bed."

Rising to your feet, you head out from the shared living space, trying not to fixate on the all-consuming emptiness that filled Bucky's thoughts.

As you reach the elevator, you can't help but be conscious of someone hovering behind you.

"I don't have to be a mind reader to know someone's standing behind me." You joke, quickly turning on your heels.

Evidently surprised, Bucky stands in front of you. "Why'd you do that?" He asks quietly, staring straight into your eyes, almost scanning them for any ill intent. Before you're given a chance to answer, Bucky scoffs under his breath. "I mean, what do you want from me? Is this some joke?" His voice raises ever so slightly, aware of your gaze noticing his clenched fist.

"No," You answer, keeping the comfortable distance between the two of you. "and never would I make a joke of anything anyone is going through. Whatever is happening, whatever you're enduring that isn't anyone else's business, and I'm really sorry I invaded that."

Bucky listens to your gentle voice, the softness of your words like butter across toast. "Thank you." He mutters, his fist relaxing. "I, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime." A smile graces your lips. "And I meant what I said back there, if you don't plan on challenging Sam anything soon I certainly will." Easing the tension in the corridor, Bucky breathes a laugh, something that causes your heart to rise with glee.

"I'd like to see you try sometime, doll." He comments, unphased by the pet name that rolls off his tongue.

Leaning back, you hear the elevator ding and the doors slide open. "You won't wanna miss it." You salute him before stepping into the elevator. "Good night, Bucky." Softening your tone, you find yourself zoning out from everything else besides those deep blue eyes.

Previously, you found yourself lost in a dark abyss. Yet now, there's a glimmer of light parting through the waves of darkness.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Bucky nods, waiting for the doors to close before allowing his mind to react, knowing thoughts of you would linger on his mind for the rest of the night.

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[sadboysimps]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 | 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶 - 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼 - 𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬 | (𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊)

Okay so I'm fkn scared to publish anything because I have no skin and will probs breakdown from small mean comment :)

So yeah I've been simping to these three and instead of being a big boy and opening my x mas presents, I'm avoiding it and wrote these. Obvi these are my thoughts and how I see the characters etc. sorry if there is any miss info or such :(

Genre- Fluff, kind of smut

WARNINGS ! : mentioned probable drug use; weed - mention of depression - sexual acts - bondage/shibari - mention of fem receiving oral - hickies/bite marks - mentioned rough sex

All characters and reader are 18 or older!

Written w/ afab body in mind ig. You could read this as gn!reader if you ignore one mention of boobs and being eaten out. I do want to aim for gender neutral, but with set anatomy its easier to go in depth. Also, as a guy ftm eheh I do want to aim to write male!reader too. If I write that it is.

Minors pretty fkn please Do Not Interact with posts or blog ok? :D

𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶

Choso is tired depressed 150+ years old man in young body who probs has worst case insomnia.

Probably smokes weed tbh.

Is not that talk active because he has no energy.

Loves to hear you talk, smiles lazily while you tell him about your day or interests.

Cuddles. I mean the whole man screams 'sit on my lap or lay on me plz'.

Look look, 80% of the time you are either riding him or he is slowly fucking you while laying on bed (you on top, spooning or cuddling).

I mean, tired™. if he has some energy burst, he will dick you down (if you up to. You probably are because its rare).

a f t e r  c a r e  k i n g !

Not too much into dirty talk or degrading on main, but if you ask, he will go Sukuna on you.

Tit man, his fave place to rest his head face and listen to your heartbeat and breathing while 'napping'.

Will gladly put his head on your ass too.

Fastfood 💯💯💯

Goofy, albeit in super tired way so...

I mean I can't empathize enough how sleepy ass fucker this man is. he literally looks like he hasn't slept in 150+ years 👀

Love him tho

𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼

Suguru is that bf who just shouts elegant to all your friends. The calm, collected personality and long hair... Ah...

If you aren't from Asia or have Asian culture in your life/around your friends, they will question how casually and often Suguru wore his Buddhist priest clothing.

He has gotten used to it and finds it comfy, no further explanation needed.

Although for date nights he will dress up hot affff... Obviously.

Everyone somehow waits for his voice to be low af (me included) and is shocked when they hear him speak for first time (and maybe after that too) (me included).

I mean he can def do some nice low growly whispers in to your ear...

Got a feeling he would smoke weed sometimes.

He knows what that body does and loves to work out without a shirt in front of you. Ahaha pants hanging lowww...

When dressing up in bit more casual wear he will put shirt on last, because he loves to teasingly sway those hips and flex his abdomen in front of you with jeans on.

His torso is screaming for shibari, he isn't. (Ugh thanks fanart with him tied up 🥵)

Eventually will let you tie him up for fun, not for sake of restraining, but because he actually was curious how he would look like with red rope wrapped around his bod.

Won't shut up about how he is still in control, and you better not try any tricks with his hands bound behind his back.

Loves how it looks, wants to see you both in matching shibari. Wants to call Gojo to do the honors and tie you both up but neither of you trust his damn ass with it 😂

Arm around waist when in public.

Softly grabbing the side of your jaw to pull you in for quick peck.

Such a fucking sweet man it's unbelievable.

Tho he does voice his gruesome thoughts to you randomly in public.

Freak in the sheets don't act surprised.

Nicknames like love, darling, sweetie, honey all the time.

𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬

Toge. I... He is so fucking cute and somehow the fact that he barely speaks makes him cuter.

When around your friends or family etc. he doesn't really say anything, not even onigiri :( Because it would propbs be weird for people who you can't explain cursed speech to...

So you often act as his voice, either he uses sign language to tell you something or writes on his phone and shows.

Somehow it comes off as if you're the more 'dominant' and 'stronger' one in the relationship, taking care of Toge and helping him.

Oh boy are people wrong jfkfkfkf...

The fact that he can't express himself through speech makes his actions more preeminent.

While he loves to rest his head on your lap and be the little spoon sometimes, he mostly takes that manly role very seriously (Absolutely NOT in toxic way!!!!)

Being a gentleman and the best caring boyfriend. Always opening doors for you, cooking for you and holding you.

He is basically your 'Couple/BF goals' Pinterest board.

Kinda obvious, but big sucker for kisses. Always, Anytime, Anywhere.

Will make your favorite food for you and master it.

If any of your friends saw how this innocent soft sweet boy (man) pounded you in the bedroom they would be shook.

Pins you down and covers your body in hickies. In places where you're ok with them. He won't force you to walk around with bitten neck if you're not comfortable with that.

Is he using cursed energy to slam those hips on you or is it just love? Who knows?

Toge has nice rough broken moans 💯👌.

Eating you out? More likely than you think. (And you probably think it's very likely).

Rose petal heart on kitchen counter with takeout after you both had long day.

Bathtub with rose petals spelling 'I Love You'. Toge spends too much time and precision to get them stay on their place and will be frustrated when they have slightly scattered when you get there.

You'll just chuckle and tell him you get the message very clearly and give him a kiss.

Loooong kiss, oh right the warm bath.

He sits behind you and massages you.

Do not re-post, copy or translate on any site. Re-blogging (or sharing link to) this post is allowed and appreciated tho.

I haven't written anything in over a year (I used to write a lot), but yeah while avoiding things this inspiration hit me. I'm quite new to anime fandom and anime. The changes of this blogs lifespan being max 2 months are very high.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso #choso headcanons #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #geto headcanons #geto suguru #inumaki toge #toge #toge headcanons #toge smut #toge x reader #my post

[xiaowhore]

so i was just thinking abt luke again,, mainly because i was literally 5 rolls before getting a guaranteed ssr,, but his rate up duration has run out :// and now im basically drowning in misery for not getting him ;((

with agonizing sorrow comes the ringing bells of angst <333 so i thought…

what if luke had attended mc’s wedding,, not as the groom ofc,, but as the best man ;DD and you know, he’s patently suffering because of these practically ancient emotions he’s been desperately grasping at straws for his entire life.

and this is where reader comes in :”)) because luke asks reader to accompany him to the wedding - perhaps the reason behind it is what you believe, as some trivial root of comfort for the regretful man, while he watches the only person he’s ever loved walk past him with a warm smile and down that aisle to another man.

but you were wrong of course - it wasn’t as simple like it had seemed on the surface, in fact you had barely scraped it with those groundless assumptions yet somewhat plausible theories,, because the moment you both step out of that wedding church, he immediately turns to you with beaming irises and…asks you to be his girlfriend.

crazy, right? you’ve literally just accompanied the damn man to his long time crush’s wedding, and now he was asking you out. there was no room for doubt or hesitation in what you offered him as an answer - hell no - to which his jubilant expression falters and your eyes begin to water with tears,,

because how dare he say such a thing? what gives him the right to finally admit it now - now that mc has already gotten married, now that he realizes he has not even a sliver of a chance with her anymore, now that he just so happens to finally look over to his right and all he sees is you?

you have been second to that woman for eight damning years - in everything.

“and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.” you say, unable to stop the stream of liquid tumbling down your flushed cheeks anymore.

you can’t, and you won’t do it.

not when you’ve spent all those fucking cruel years loving him.

aaaaaaa bye time to disintegrate, that was so,, ugh disgustingly written 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ and thank god that’s all for her damn rant today 🤢 hope i don’t ruin your day with this bullshit bestie <333

wait 5 rolls until pity??? i- im not sure what to say to comfort you ;-; i hope you got the guaranteed ssr tho, since lost gold pity doesn't carry over the next 4ssr event... (i can say i empathize with you though, i didn't get luke either :'D it's always the person in the same banner as him)

anD WHAT DO YOU MEAN DISGUSTINGLY WRITTEN?? I MUST THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME DELICIOUS LUKE CONTENT. IN FACT, I'D LIKE TO ADD ON TO IT.

you being his rebound just to soothe his pain is one thing, but what if- what if he does have feelings for you? small and fleeting, but it exists. he can't say it's enough, but it blooms, growing stronger with each day that passes.

it starts with a simple thought — “i enjoy spending time with you.” not as much as he likes being with mc, but his eyes sparkle in joy when you walk through his antique shop's doors to pay a visit, his face breaking out into a bright smile unconsciously. though he used to anxiously wait for mc in the past, he forgot how he even missed her; he couldn't remember, not when you came to scold him for skipping lunch and brought him a homecooked meal yourself. “take care of your health more,” you tell him sternly while pinching his cheek, and he felt unusually giddy.

the next moment happens when you asked him out to go to a newly opened cafe together, eager to take a look at the store everyone's been raving about. he silently admires your contemplative expression when you examine the menu, seriously pondering if the expensive prices were worth your wallet. luke shakes his head, sliding a hefty amount of cash onto the counter; “i'll pay this time.” and, well, who were you to refuse?

you take a seat by the window, visibly happier, and luke can feel himself smile again... that's been happening a lot lately. it remains on his face for the entire time you chat, both of you thoroughly engrossed by your conversation, but you falter when your eyes sweep over somewhere behind him. naturally, curiosity gets the best of him, and he turns around to glance at what your caught your eye.

it's mc, hooking arms with her fiance while looking over the menu together.

at once, luke prepares to feel that same pang of hurt he always endures, the harsh blade of reality piercing through his chest, cutting whatever meaningless what-ifs he may have had. but it... it's faint. it isn't as prominent as before, where he wants to leave the premises immediately, just to get away from the sight. no, it's faint this time... a needle prick, causing him to flinch in surprise for a second, and no more than that. it surprises himself how unaffected he is, but it's pleasant — he can tell he's healing, bit by bit.

(in comparison, your face is paler than his, the fear of being left behind hitting you full force. it knocks the air out of your lungs, and you forget how to breathe.

you only come back to your senses when luke grips your hand, concern evident in his gaze.)

still, luke isn't sure. maybe it was his desperation tricking him into thinking he loved you. maybe anyone would do for him, anyone that can make him forget his pain. it didn't matter, so as long as he doesn't have to think about mc again.

he glances at the ring stored away in his room. the ring he used to polish to perfection, fiddling and fumbling in moments he reminisced of mc. the ring he once dreamed of giving to her, his promise of forever.

he hasn't touched it for months.

his heart tells him, “you don't need it anymore.”

he wants to make sure of it, so he waits. he waits until the day of her wedding, to confirm if it still hurts.

when luke sees her in the white dress, flowers weaved into her hair, he quietly thinks “pretty.” (but when he sees your dazzling smile, his breath is taken away and all he can think of is you, you, you.)

when she walks down the aisle, her lips formed into a shy smile, he smiles in kind. “you look happy.” (at the back of his mind, he wonders if you'd look like this too.)

when she exchanges vows with her husband, tearfully professing her feelings, he doesn't feel envious. he onced wished to be in the space beside her, but not anymore. “i'm glad you found someone you can love this deeply.” (and he too, knows he found that someone.)

and yet...

the world comes to a standstill when tears stream down your face. “i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.”

the blade pierces his heart, and it pains him more than ever.

#mail — ! #tot — ! #luke pearce #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #luke x reader #luke pearce x reader #tot x reader

[sunandalsomoon]

if u havent pls go read loseyoutoloveme on ao3 ,, they mostly write jaehyun x reader and i know some ppl don’t like to read y/n fics but when i tell yall it is SO GOOD. all of their works are so beautifully written w well developed plots, well rounded characters, and they know how to make a bih CRY. i literally BAWL MY EYES OUT at every story. also there is no smut in any of their stories !!!

here are my top 3 stories!!

(btw when i say o/c i mean y/n lolol)

1. stitch your heart upon the blossom of mine

word count: 435k (38 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25393999/chapters/61579372

summary: takes place in a dystopian country where o/c is taken in by a high ranking government official and his family. every citizen of this region is given a seed that will only bloom if it is watered by that person’s soulmate (yes a soulmate au 👀).

ik it’s rlly long but IT IS SO WORTH THE READ !!!!! it’s dystopian and involves more violence than their other stories so if you enjoyed books like the hunger games and divergent (me in 7th grade) i think u’ll rlly like this one !! it doesn’t get too heavy into politics or make the layout of the world too confusing or complex so it is pretty easy to follow along. one thing i love about this author is how relatable she is able to make the main character and how easy it is to empathize with every single character, so even though o/c is a dystopian orphan princess you are still able to feel the pain she goes thru throughout the book. also the angst w her and jaehyun 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

2. the umbrella against downpours of remembrance

word count: 98k (8 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30210003/chapters/74439444

summary: o/c is the widowed secretary of a hospital where her husband doyoung, a doctor, used to work. a new doctor and doyoung’s former best friend jaehyun begins to work in the same hospital.

THIS ONE IS SO SAD. i’m usually not one to read marriage fics bc sometimes they feel too cheesy for me but this story really captures marriage as 2 people living parallel lives like you can tell how strong the love and respect was b/t o/c and doyoung. this story talks about soulmates less in the physical sense like with Stitch but in a more realistic sense (?¿) like do you only have one soulmate in life and can you love someone else if you intended to only love one person forever ? PURE ANGST.

3. a melancholy weekend in december, or when the end of us wasn’t the end

word count: 462k words (ongoing as of 7/2021)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28947483/chapters/71029833

summary: o/c is a ballerina and jaehyun is a pianist. they meet when jh becomes the new pianist for o/c’s ballet studio, but they also attend the same high school where o/c is ‘popular’ and jh is a ‘nerd’. o/c comes from a similar background as jh and they build a strong friendship. the story follows their lives and relationships throughout young adulthood.

THE DRAMA THAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC. 👀 U WILL NOT GET BORED. ok yall im actually rereading this one bc it’s my favorite rn and i cry every single chapter because the relationship b/t jh and o/c is so beautifully constructed and you can feel how much they rely and support each other. UGH ITS SO GOOD. the ‘popular girl nerd guy’ trope seems cliche but trust me their personalities are much more than that and they are only in high school for the first few chapters. i love love love how real this story feels and it truly feels like i’m reading about somebody’s life and how they cope with life’s unexpected twists and turns. highly recommend listening to lover by taylor swift while or after reading if you love to cry

btw these are not in any order/ranking !

AHHH MY SUMMARIES RLLY DO NOT DO THESE STORIES JUSTICE !! they are truly so well written and addicting because you get so immersed into the world and attached to the characters the author creates. i am absolutely obsessed and i could not recommend enough even if you are not a person who typically reads fanfic or au type stuff. trust me.

#jung jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyun x oc #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x you #jaehyun imagines #nct imagines #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct x y/n #nct 127 #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #angst with a happy ending

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hanma x fem! reader where.. lets say he was ordered by kisaki to “take care” of her as she was causing some inconveniences for them.. but he decides to play around with her a bit and it turns into an nsfw 😖

*phew* yes I am in love with the IDEA of this man.

(Realistically, I'd probably *redacted* and then go home, but WE STAN SHUJI HANMA HERE)

Get Lost: Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.2k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

"Have you ever been in love?"

The question catches you off guard and you look at the man sitting across from you as he drinks his whiskey.

"You're asking me if I've ever been in love?"

"Is it such a foreign question?" he replies, adjusting his glasses. "If you're uncomfortable with it, we can just move to another question."

"No." You shake your head. "It's not, I'm just... I've never thought about it. I don't think so. Have you?"

"Never," Shuji Hanma murmurs, tossing back the last of his drink and smiling at you slyly. "But I have fucked a lot of beautiful women in my day."

"Oh?" You sip on your wine and raise a brow. "But none of them were good enough to make you feel like you wanted to stay with them forever," you laugh. Shuji shrugs, looking out of the window at the passersby and humming.

"Beautiful evening," he mentions and you nod.

"It's been so dreary lately. I love it when the sky turns different colors and makes the evening look so artsy."

"Would you be willing to come over for a nightcap?" your date finally asks, and you laugh a little. "I'm not pushing for it, but I like you. You're cute."

"Sure," you reply. "You're cute, too."

_____________________________________________________________

While you're in the bathroom, Shuji is mixing two drinks - one that will kill you and another that will get him drunk enough to not flinch as he finishes you off. You emerge moments later, completely unaware of the hit placed on you at that very moment.

"Tell me," Shuji murmurs. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a detective," you answer as he comes around the couch and places the drinks in front of you. "I do investigations on criminal organizations in the city. What about you?"

"An executive. Just your regular corporate fellow." Shuji sits next to you and puts his arm on the back of the couch. "Why did you choose detective work?"

"Well..." You clear your throat. "My father used to be a cop before he was murdered by a mobster when I was twelve. My mother was also part of the police force as a forensic investigator. It's kind of in the family. Plus, I really empathize with a lot of the mobsters here. It makes sense why they do what they do. I just want to make sure no one gets hurt in the process."

"So, would you be a mobster if you could?"

"No way," you reply. "If I could be anything else... I'd be a youth social worker. Or maybe a teacher." You shrug, leaning down for the drink. Shuji jerks forward, knocking your hand aside and taking the drink off of the coffee table.

"Ugh, something was floating in that," he complains, taking it to his sink and tossing it down the drain. "Sorry."

"I should probably stop drinking anyways. Just another sign from the hangover gods!" Shuji rejoins you back on the couch, giving you a small smile before sliding his tattooed hand over to yours. When he pulls you closer to him, you already know the game plan: he's going to kiss you, you're going to have sex, and then you'll never hear from him again. The usual.

Shuji's fingers slide across your cheek as presses his soft lips against yours, removing his glasses and tossing them on the coffee table. You lean into the kiss fully, hands coming up to his dress shirt and tugging slightly. "Climb into my lap," he murmurs between kisses, tongue swiping against yours. You do so and feel his hard-on raging against the seams of his slacks as you grind on top of him, which makes you a little more confident than before. But the confidence is soon stripped away as Shuji's hand grips your neck, thumbing the junction between your collarbone and throat.

"I'm going to fuck you. Afterward, you're going to leave. You'll resign from your job in Tokyo and get lost, and I better never see you again in these streets. The alternative isn't so pretty, but you're a smart girl." Your pulse quickens and you take stock of what his words mean as you swallow hard.

"But--" The grip on your neck tightens as he mutters:

"The alternative isn't pretty."

Soon, you're on your knees on the bed, mind swirling with thoughts about Shuji's words between the thoughts about how much of his thick cock would actually fit inside of you. It had barely fit inside of your mouth, but here you are...

"Ready?" You nod, and his cockhead presses at your wet entrance, trying to find a way inside. "Hips up." Your hips lift, and large hands part your legs more before the cock catches on your opening and slides inside.

"Shuji!" Your exclamation is accompanied by your head lifting, but Shuji presses it back to the bed, orange eyes wild.

"Take it. Take it all."

You can't do anything else as he fucks you stupid, pumping into your relentlessly and making you quiver with ecstasy. It's practically a sin how Shuji has you worked around his cock, pussy gripping him even as he pulls back.

"God, this looks so beautiful. Gonna just..." You try to angle your head so you can see what Shuji is doing, but you can barely make out his finger sliding into his mouth and then approaching your ass. The fat finger - it's his thumb - presses into your puckered hole and you groan loudly, tightening around the digit as your body is sent into a state of semi-overstimulation. Then the fingers on your clit begin rubbing away and you wail loudly, the sounds of Shuji fucking you sure to echo in his home.

Your body fights the urge to surrender for a good five minutes before you can't hold back, fingers and toes curling as Shuji pushes you to your limit. He laughs behind you, deriving pleasure from the way you sink into the mattress as you cum, the way you whisper his name over and over again, the way you forget that he's not your friend - he's your fucking enemy.

It drags him to his own end, which is bittersweet for him as he cums inside of your tight cunt. He wanted to play with you for hours - you were so much fun - but he had to send you on your way. Kisaki would be calling him at any minute to ask if you'd been taken care of, and he wanted to be clean and ready for bed by that time.

"Get dressed." Clothes are dumped onto your limp body and you try your best to pull on your items before hurrying to the door. "Don't let me catch you around this city, understand?" You nod, pushing your hair away from your face and closing the door behind you.

Shuji cleans up the apartment and steps into the shower, frowning a little at how pliant you had been. Did he want you to want to stay? To want more of him? To be defiant and fight him? Shouldn't you have wanted those things?

It's only when he's finished showering that he checks the GPS tracker he dropped into your purse, watching the purple dot speed onto the highway.

And he knows it's only of matter of time before he pays you another visit. If you didn't want more of him now, you would soon.

#shuji hanma smut #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers

[qsphyxias]

the drowsy kind.

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; todoroki takes care of you because your immune system is literally trash

warnings ; gn! reader (gender not specified), getting fevers, small ittty bitttttty sprinkle of angst, mostly fluff, cold liquid medicine, snot (symptoms of fevers), short because wowie i am lazy

note ; listen... i just- i just think he's really neat, okay? also I'm sick too so that's fun

words ; 0.6k+

⊱ ────── {⋅.𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 - 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐢.⋅} ────── ⊰

"come on, i know you want to sit down." todoroki sighed, one hand beckoning for you to come towards him, as the other patted his lap.

"come ; i need to feed you your medicine." todoroki thinned his lips, clearly impatient for you to hurry up and get better. though it was adorable seeing you all red-nosed and sleepy ; he couldn't have imagined it to be very comfortable in your feverish state.

sluggishly, you nodded, sniffling as snot threatened to dribble down your cupid's bow.

"christ, i feel like actual garbage..." you murmured, eyes closing tight shut as soon as your face hit the warm chest of your boyfriend. "m really sorry you have to deal with me," the fuzziness and aches placed uncomfortably in front of your face washed away, becoming less unbearable as todoroki let you use him as a pillow.

"it's probably tiring, right..?" you empathized, speech apologetic but grip unapologetic as you practically clung onto the poor boy like he was your life-line. he remained silent and unfazed by your slightly saddened words, hearing but not listening as he busied himself with the task of retrieving the bottle of cold medicine and the spoon atop your table.

"i wanna say, 'you should go home'-" you patted his shoulder and shuffled your head up slightly, eyes peeking up at him as you watched him open his mouth to say something. "but—" you disrupted his attempt to counter you.

i don't want you to go. "—you're probably just gonna tell me how much you care about me and love me and blah, blah, bl—"

"...i wasn't going to say that." he cut you off, tone blunt and serious-sounding.

you paled, shame suddenly washing over your entire being like a painful, suffocating tidal wave.

"o-oh, well- um-" your face suddenly felt extremely warm, and the feeling hadn't let down especially when he suddenly pecked the top of your head — though the action still had reassured you a bit.

"i'm kidding. it's a joke." he deadpanned, a quiet, breathy chuckle escaping the confines of his quirked-up lips.

you glared at his cruel amusement he seemed to have gotten from your panic.

"i would totally beat your ass if i wasn't so sick right now. shame on you for taking advantage of little poor me—" the soft sound of a spoon clanking against your molars tickled the air, surprising you but not todoroki as he seemed to be distracted by his dead-set need to feed you your medicine.

"why does it taste so bad?" you whined, tugging at his arm as he cradled your jaw to make sure you drank all of it.

"i'm not sure. but if it helps in your recovery, the bad taste should be worth it, right?" he pressed another kiss to your forehead, pulling you up and off his lap and helping you down onto the bed.

"now go to sleep, i'll be back soon." todoroki pulled away from you after tucking you in, only to be met with a weakening hand grasping onto his elbow.

"i'm not tired yet though, so you can't force me! cuz i will completeeeely! destroy you in tr-training and... ugh, i'm tired ; cuddle me, ice ice baby...!" the medicine was drowsy, he made sure of that when he had gone to the store ; but even so, he had still been met with the surprise from how quickly it kicked in.

todoroki then sighed. "don't ever call me that." despite expressing his displeasure with the strange nickname, he complied with your request nonetheless, finding no reason to deny a sick person cuddles.

as he made himself comfortable underneath your sheets, todoroki did his absolute best to suppress his smile muscles, but couldn't find the strength as your nuzzling broke down his defenses with little to no effort.

"and i don't want to get sick, so you're going to have to avoid my... and you're already asleep." the medicine proved to be very effective. did he accidentally get the extra drowsy kind?

"...get better soon." he couldn't help himself ; he had to get at least one last forehead kiss in.

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

#[ ☁︎.todoroki shouto ] #shouto headcanons #mha #mha shouto #shouto angst #shouto mha #shouto imagines #todoroki shōto #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha todoroki #shouto fluff #todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #bnha fanfiction #todoroki headcanons #todoroki fluff #shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #shouto #bnha x reader #shoto todoroki #bnha shouto #todoroki #shouto todoroki #shouto x y/n #shouto x you #gn!reader #todoroki imagine

[lesbians-love-samwilson]

Yeah exactly and don't get me started on all the "Bruce x female OC/reader" fics... he's got an established female love interest already (Selina) and most of those self insert fics aren't even adding anything plot wise that wouldn't work with Selina instead of their OC...why are there so many more OC/x reader fics than Bruce x Selina ones (we know why)? As if it's harder to empathize with Selina as a protagonist than with an OC.... ugh

If it was at least them making a version of Talia or other established comics love interests or something I'd understand but this way it just comes off as suspicious

Like I love reader insert and OC but never in my life have I seen so many reader insert in a movie tag on ao3 barely reader insert make headway on ao3 but since they made selina a black women everyone is turning a blind eye and it fucking sucks because we finally got good live action batcat with good acting.

#batcat #the batman