#maybe that's just cuz i've felt so soft lately but like

[dreamybambi92]

ok look, i've seen a few readers complain about people who don't read (me) and i'm sorry but you're crazy if you think imma read 20k words before i get to the part where the main couple kisses

#like in my musicals i have to wait like 2.5 maybe 3 hours tops #maybe that's just cuz i've felt so soft lately but like #please just kiss guys omg #no need to wait that long #i myself have been trying to write a slowburn romance for one of my comics and #i dont think i can do it lol #anywho #this was soft hours (at 4am) with lunar #hope you liked it

[kittievampire]

idk if you’ve done this yet but like

i just need an mc that’s just sexually frustrated and lowkey touch startled like hello, you live with the living embodiment of Lust, that’s gotta hurt especially when he’s talkin bout his latest hookup while gossiping and mc’s just like “yeh that sounds.. like you had a wonderful time” words just so fulla jealousy and hurt

okay big word wall, im sorry, it’s late and this app is a bit buggish

teal deer: sexually frustrated maybe touch starved mc just wanna get dicked down hard by anyone at this point. your choice of who, cuz let’s face it all the available options are a good contender for our poor unfortunate soul

Hhhhhhh YES

I spun a wheel of names for this one lmao

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Relief

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Wet Dreams, Implied Non-Con Somnophilia (MC wants it when waking up after), Teasing, Degradation, Edging, Breathplay, Slight Dacryphilia, Creampie

Enjoy.

"Fuck!" You cried out, rage and frustration laced in your voice.

Tears welled up in your eyes, half of the duvet on the floor from your incessant squirming, and a hand between your legs, that's what your situation had you reduced to. Anyone else would've been embarrassed to be in this state. And you would've been too, had you not been so desperate to get off.

You slipped your fingers out of you, flipping your body over and slumping against your bed in defeat. You glanced at your D.D.D., tapping it twice to see the picture of the youngest sin you'd set as your lock screen, date, and time.

7:40pm

It'd been two hours.

You pushed your face against the pillow and screamed against it, your sounds being muffled by the soft material.

Two hours and you couldn't cum once?!

Have the gods forsaken you? It wasn't your fault you were, quite literally, kidnapped and sent to Hell! You didn't do anything but breathe to end up here!

You clicked your tongue, pulling the duvet back up from the floor and over your heated figure.

"At this point, I'll just go fucking atheist," You grumbled, eyes sealing shut as you let sleep whisk you away, hopefully to a land where you'd get some relief.

_

The Avatar of Sloth was never one to purposefully eavesdrop on conversations you and his brothers had. He respected your privacy, he truly did. It's just that you decided to have such conversations in front of him. Granted, he did have his head down, but that didn't mean he was asleep. He was trying to be, but he couldn't with what you were talking about!

"It was the worst thing I've ever felt in my life," Asmodeus sighed, taking a sip of his Demonus as he rambled on about one of his hook-ups. "Like, honestly, you can't talk that much game and be horrible in bed. You get it, right, MC?" The sin glanced at the tired and irritated expression on your face. You were practically seething, not only at the fact that he was bragging but the fact that he couldn't even tell that you were upset. "Totally," You grumbled out.

Belphegor shifted in his spot, biting his lip and looking down at his lap. It was surprising that his brother couldn't tell how frustrated you were, being the Avatar of Lust and all. Anyone could tell that you were struggling to keep your cool, and he knew why. He'd see it all the time in those wet dreams of yours.

The ones where you'd seduce him in an empty classroom at RAD, or where you'd guide him to Lucifer's room to fuck in his bed (he should consider that for one of his next pranks). Whenever he'd penetrate your dreams, he'd always wake up hard as a rock.

He had considered confronting you about it, but figured he should back off.

That was until the two of you decided to have a sleepover in the attic.

_

You had dark circles under your eyes from how late you'd stay up trying to get yourself off. Nothing worked. Even the wet dreams you had only served to make the hours of sleep you get decrease severely due to the number of times you wake up horny and decided to take a shot at masturbating. Then, of course, you'd be up a majority of the night with a fruitless endeavor for relief. You were pissed, but you figured that you might be able to sleep properly if you got help from the Avatar of Sloth.

"Can't you, like, put me to sleep or something?" You asked, holding a pillow close to your chest. Belphegor shrugged. "I guess I could. The only issue is I'm not sure how long you'll be out." You wave your hand in dismissal, placing the pillow under your head while throwing the blanket over your and Belphie's bodies. "Make me sleep for days for all I care, just put me to sleep, yeah? I haven't gotten a full night's rest in so long."

The seventh-born chuckled and pat you on the forehead. "Alright, goodnight, MC," He whispered softly into your ear as he gently placed one of his hands over your eyes. Your breathing slowed as you felt drowsiness course through your veins and relax your muscles, readying you for slumber.

"G'night... Belphie..."

_

The feeling of pleasure was what you yearned for, what you chased after. However, as soon as you'd feel its warm embrace around your body, wrapped around you like a blanket, it'd always seem to disappear from your grasp. Nothing was good enough, not even the dreams you had about the youngest brother.

This one, though, was quite interesting.

You were in the attic, the same place you fell asleep in Belphegor's arms. However, your face was pushed into the pillow and your ass was in the air, his hand planted in your hair to keep you in such a degrading position. He mocked you, teased you, and fucked you so well.

"Look at you and your needy little pussy, MC," He chuckled, thrusting his cock into the warmth that was your cunt, hips bucking into your ass and thighs. "Honestly, don't you have any shame? Walking around the House of Lamentation all horny, practically begging for someone to fuck you."

All you could let out were mindless babbles as he slammed his cock deep inside of your warmth, the tip bullying that same spot that made your vision go fuzzy. You whined out his name into the pillow, only causing him to push your face further into it. "What are you over there saying, hm? I can't hear you."

The lewd way that his balls clapped against your cunt was sending the pleasure you were experiencing straight to your brain, then back down to your pussy. Your walls convulsed around him, feeling that relief just inches away from you. Just a few thrusts away and—

Belphegor pulled out of you, delivering a spiteful smack to your ass as you whined at the loss. "No! No, no, nonono!" Tears formed in your eyes as your orgasm was denied. His hand moved your hair to the side before gently pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your neck. "You're so cute when you're desperate, MC," He murmured softly, running the palms of his hands along your thighs and slowly up your ass, giving it a squeeze of appreciation. His touch was stimulating, but your peak was already too far out of reach, and you weren't going to cum anytime soon without him pleasing you. Knowing this, you pushed your ass backward, causing it to collide with his pelvis as his cock slipped between your thighs.

"Please," You begged softly, beginning to move your legs so that your thighs would rub his still-hardened cock. With a low groan, Belphie gripped your hair once more. "Please what, MC? Use your words." He ground his hips against your ass, one of his hands reaching under you to gently cup your exposed breast.

"Please, Belphie, I wanna cum," You whimpered out, blushing at the sound of his chuckle in response. "You're so needy, aren't you?"

Suddenly, you felt something push the lips of your cunt apart with its entry, letting out a soft whine. Something of similar length and size penetrated you as well, gently thrusting into your pussy. You gasped in confusion. His hands were on your ass and your breast, and his cock was between your thighs.

What the hell?

_

Your eyes shot wide open as you felt your body temperature rising. One of your legs was hoisted up with Belphie's hand while the other was inside of your shorts and panties, thrusting his fingers into your cunt. He gently nibbled on your neck and smiled as he watched you stir to consciousness.

"Welcome back, MC." You could feel his smile on your neck as he pressed a kiss to it. "I wonder what you were dreaming about that got you so wet down here," He teased, thumb beginning to rub slow, lazy circles over your clit as his fingers thrusted into you slowly.

You let out a sharp gasp as you gripped the bedsheets, closing your eyes and shivering as he pressed his tongue against your neck, gently gliding it over your skin. "You seemed so agitated lately... Are you sure sleep was all you needed?" He curled his fingers, making you whine. You reached one of your hands down, almost as if trying to stop the stimulation despite enjoying it so much, only for the hand that held your leg up to grab your wrist. Your leg now resting on his forearm, he leaned in close so that his lips were an inch from your ear. "If you do that kind of thing, I'm gonna start thinking you want me to stop."

You felt your heart drop at his threat, immediately lifting your leg higher to give him more access to your cunt. "That's a good girl." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, continuing his soft administrations.

However, you were quick to grow restless. You'd been trying desperately to relieve yourself for weeks, and he was going far too slow for your liking. While you didn't particularly mind him slowly pulling you apart before making love to you, you wanted him to break you, fuck you senseless into the mattress. Though, maybe you were a bit too prideful to admit that. Instead, you keened and began to roll your hips down, feeding more of his fingers into your sopping heat. Belphegor raised a brow, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "What are you doing there, MC? Is there something you want to tell me?" You caught your lower lip between your teeth, muffling a moan as you buried your face in the pillow, not wanting to give him an answer for fear of embarrassment.

"Tch,"

You heard a squelching noise as his fingers abandoned your pussy, which only made you gasp and start whining. "W-Wait! No, I was—" You cut yourself off with a small sob as you felt that familiar pleasure escape you once more. The sin pushed your shoulder down to the bed, climbing ontop of you and pulling down his pants with a small sigh. "You're so picky about what you get, aren't you? I didn't know you were so spoiled." He flicked his tongue against the tips of his fingers before launching that same hand to your throat, capturing it in a near-vice-like grip. "You want to be treated like a whore, don't you?" He pulled down your shorts and panties. "Here I was thinking I'd have to treat you all nice and stuff," He teased, a small grin forming on his face as he ground his hardened cock against your slit.

"Fine. I won't hold back then."

With that, he lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance and shoved himself between your folds, letting out a soft groan as he forced himself deep into your heat in one go. Your cunt fluttered at the stretch, and you cried out in pleasure. That ache in your stomach that had been bugging you for weeks was nearly gone. Bottoming out almost immediately, the Avatar of Sloth gave you no time to adjust. It didn't take you long to, but it would have been easier if he didn't start pounding into you from the get-go. His hand clenched around your neck, blocking your airways just enough to where you could still breathe somewhat, but your oxygen was limited. You gently wrapped your hands around his wrist, letting out choked whines as he fucked you into the bed.

"Poor lamb—" He smiled— "How frustrated have you been that your pretty little cunt is this needy? I don't even have to move that much, it's sucking me in every time I pull out," He teased, lifting your leg to press a kiss to your ankle. His hips maintained their merciless pace, the tip of his cock bullying your G-spot with its constant abuse.

Your walls were constricting around his shaft, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as your orgasm neared. Finally, that relief that you'd been craving was closer than ever. Your eyes rolled back as you clenched your teeth, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist.

So close, so fucking close.

Belphegor hummed at your expression, brushing his bangs out of his face as his magenta eyes scanned your body. "This isn't right," He murmured, pulling his still-hardened cock out of you and removing his hand from your throat. You gasped for air, taking in as much as you could before letting out a sob, tears forming in your eyes. "No! Why?"

The youngest brother snickered at your protest, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. "Was this the position we were in in that dream of yours?" He asked. Before you could answer, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow, bullying his cock into your pussy once more.

A muffled cry erupted from your throat and could barely reach his ears due to the pillow he'd shoved your face in as he began to thrust once more. "Jeez, you really are a slut aren't you? You like this kind of stuff?" He laughed softly to compliment his sweet tone and contradict his harsh words and demeaning actions.

Skin slapping against skin, squelching, muffled cries of pleasure, and soft grunts from the disheveled seventh-born were filling the room, bouncing off of the walls and drowning out the sound of flickering flames coming from the fireplace. You were close to your climax again. Whimpering into the pillow, almost as if begging him not to stop again, you gently clasped one of your hands over his. He looked down at your hip, where now both of your hands were placed. He let out a small groan as he felt himself getting closer the more sounds you made.

"Fuck," He grunted out. "Gonna cum... You want me to fill you up, huh? Like in your dreams? I can do that if you say please." Belphie growled at the sound of your muffled moans in response, pulling your hair to bring your head up so you could speak. "Go on then, beg for it."

"Please! P-Please, please, need it! N-Need it, please, Belphie!" You choked out between sobs and mewls of pleasure.

Your tongue lulled out of your mouth as his cock pushed against your cervix, your walls clenching as your orgasm washed over you. His cum coated in your juices, he slammed into you once more, balls pushing against your cunt as he came. His hips stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, fucking his cum deeper into you.

When he pulled out, you collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily with a thin layer of sweat coating your body. Belphegor didn't even attempt to fix his clothes, merely throwing them off and brushing his hair back, smiling in amusement at how the white liquid he'd gifted you spilled out of your opening.

One moment, he was pulling your clothes off to make you more comfortable. The next, your nude body was pushed up against his for cuddling.

"Sweet dreams, MC."

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me smut #obey me belphegor #obey me belphegor smut #belphegor smut #belphegor obey me smut #belphegor smut obey me #omswd smut #omswd belphegor smut #belphie smut

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie's Too Late ... ?

It's about pining Eddie!! And he wants so badly to ask out Steve. Robin even might have given him an encouraging little talk about it. And he finally works up the courage to do so, and comes to family video, and he brings fucking flowers with him cuz he's a goddamn sap.

But he walks in , already smiling at Steve like always, but he's talking to some guy at the counter. Some punk lookin dude. And Eddie freezes in the door, hears the guy flirting and hears Steve laugh, flustered. And then the guy literally asks him out, and writes his number on Steve's hand when he shrugs and nods, and goes bright red.

And Eddie just, god he wants to cry. So he turns, walks back out and leaves, his chest fucking aching. Cuz he was a fucking idiot who waited too goddamn long.

And Steve hears the door clink shut, sees Eddie's back as he's leaving, sees him toss something in the trash outside. And he waits for punk guy, Jake, to leave. He's a regular. He's nice. If a little pushy for Steve's liking.

He told Steve he'd pick him up on friday. Didn't ask. And Steve had been so flustered when the guy grabbed his hand he just sort of... agreed.... maybe hoping he would leave faster.

So he waits for him to leave and then runs outside, digs in the trash and finds the flowers. And they're all yellow flowers, sunflowers mixed with daisies, and Steve even sees a couple dandelions stuck in, his eyes crinkling in a smile cuz he and Eddie had gotten into a huge fight with Robin and Nancy about whether they were weeds or flowers,  Eddie and Steve on the side of flowers, of course.

And his heart flutters cuz Eddie had told him about a month ago, when he handed him this weird little yellow figurine, and Steve had asked why he was always giving him yellow stuff. Eddie had shrugged and said,

"it just reminds me of you I guess." Steve had immediately reconsidered his favorite color choice.

But Steve's heart drops because... Eddie had thrown this away... in the trash... right after he'd seen Steve with Jake. Steve feels like he's gonna puke, but he takes the flowers inside, sits them in the breakroom until its time for him to leave.

He calls Jake right before close. Wanted to wait til he was hopefully at home. Tells him he can't go out with him. Not friday. Or any other day. That he has someone.. hopefully. Jake sounds disappointed but doesn't push, thankfully. Steve grabs the flowers on his way out and drives to Eddie's.

He stops by Melvald's on the way, asks Joyce for help. They have some flowers, but nothing that says "Eddie." Joyce grabs a simple red rose and then a box of chocolate covered cherries. Steve's brow furrows and she just smiles at him and says,

"I've seen that boy buy six boxes of these at once. His sweet tooth is... a little bit alarming... actually. But it'll get the job done." She winks at him and Steve's never felt more greatful that Joyce pays attention to people, and works at the store, and is nosy like he is. He hugs her, grabs the rose and the chocolates, and runs to his car.

Eddie isn't home when he gets there. His van is there. But he's not at the trailer and Steve feels like he's gonna cry, his chest tight as Wayne tells him he left a few hours ago. Steve nods, his brow furrowing and he's about to leave when Wayne's hand on his shoulder stops him.

"Ya know the creek over off McAlpine street?" He asks, Steve nods, confused.

"He was headed that way. Likes to go there to be alone." Wayne gives him this soft encouraging smile, pats him on the back, and watches as Steve runs to his car.

He parks on the side of the road, as close to the creek as he can get. And then he runs.

He finds the creek but no Eddie at first, so he starts walking along the creekside, he rounds a bend and finally sees him.

He's crouched on the creek side, toes of his shoes just barley out of reach of the water. He's holding a stick, Steve squints and sees a small turtle walking across it, toward a big rock in the middle of the water. Eddie's crying. Silently. Tears slowly falling.

He wipes at his face every now and then with his free hand, eyes on the turtle. He smiles softly when the little thing reaches the rock. Steve smiles too. His heart thumping as he watches Eddie help this tiny creature. He takes a few more steps and then clears his throat when Eddie doesn't hear him. Eddie scrambles to his feet, startled, holding the stick out in front of him like a weapon, wiping at his face with the crook of his elbow.

"What are you doing here?" And it makes Steve shiver, so reminiscent of the boat house, when they'd found him terrified. Steve would have held his hands up in surrender, but they were a little full. Eddie’s yellow bundle of flowers on one, the rose and candy in the other.

"I found your flowers." He says, holding them up a bit and then letting them swing back by his side. Eddie doesn't say anything. Just looks away. Moves back to the edge of the creek, crouches back down, hugs his knees to his chest. Steve sighs, moves closer.

"I'm not going out with Jake." Steve says, because he needs Eddie to know. Needs him to stop hurting as soon as possible. Eddie sniffles, doesn't look at him.

"Jake." Is all he says. And Steve laughs at how he says it, he sounds so annoyed. Steve bumps his shoulder, Eddie scowls, bumps him back, harder.

"But you wanted too. You said yes." Eddie picks up another stick, pokes it into the mud.

"I only said yes cuz it took me by suprise, and he grabbed my hand and I got flustered. I didn't- he's not really my type." Steve says, leaning against Eddie as he sits, the ground is cold, and he can feel the damp soaking into his jeans a bit. Eddie glances at him. And s

Steve can see his guard coming down, just a bit.

"Oh yeah. Why not?" Eddie asks, and steve smiles. Crinkles his nose.

"Me? Dating a punk? Come on. Not a chance." Steve teases, bites his lip.

"Especially since there's this metal head that's kinda got me in a choke hold." Steve sighs, looks at Eddie. He finally turns to look at Steve, blinking slowly.

"Really?" Eddie asks, his fingers tugging at the hole in the knee of his jeans. Steve nods.

"Really. Can't seem to get him outta my head." Steve smiles, holds the rose and candy out to Eddie, Eddie just stares again. Steve wiggles the box of chocolates.

"C'mon. I know you like 'em. Joyce gave you up." Steve wiggles the box more aggressively and Eddie snatches it, then gently takes the rose, he sets the chocolates in his lap, whispering a quiet "traitor" that makes Steve smile.

"Thank you for the flowers. I love... them." Steve stumbles over that bit. Swallowing hard when Eddie’s eyes snap to him.

"You're welcome." Eddie shurgs.

"Just thought you might like some flowers. You seem like a flowers type of guy." Steve smiles, rests his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"The dandelions are my favorite." He whispers, moves and presses a kiss to Eddie's shoulder, and hears Eddie's breathing falter.

"I um... I love... my flower, too..... so thanks." He stumbles over the words the way Steve did, but on purpose, leaning away from Steve so he can look at him, a sly little smile on his face. But Steve's face is somber, his hands twitch in his lap.

"It's- I mean you don't have to sa-"

"I love you." Eddie cuts him off. Says it bluntly. And it makes Steve's chest hurt. He shakes his head, brow furrowed.

"I do though. I have for awhile. I'm just an idiot with terrible timing." Eddie bumps their shoulders, leans heavily into Steve. Steve takes a deep, shaky breath.

"I don't want you to say it just because you think I want to hear it." Steve says, his teeth worrying into his lip.

"That's not why I said it."

Steve looks at him.

"No? You didn't say it to me cuz I just like... really obviously almost said it to you?" He looks back into his lap, frowning.

"No. Although that was adorable." Eddie smiles, it makes Steve want to smile too.

"Hey." Eddie voice is soft, he reaches out, cups Steve's cheek and makes him look at him.

"Have you ever known me to say something just cuz it's something someone wants to hear?" He asks, Steve scoffs, shakes his head, looking shy.

"Okay then. I didn't say it because of that. I said it," he takes a deep breath, lets it out, drops his hands back into his lap.

"Because I saw you with that guy today-"

"Jake." Steve interrupts, smirk on his lips. Eddie pauses.

"Don't push it Harrington. I'm trying to be... serious... or something." His brow furrows, Steve reaches out, his face softening.

"Sorry. Go ahead."

Eddie huffs.

"I saw you with Jake, and it hurt. Like a lot. And I thought I lost you, ya know? Just cuz I was too fuckin scared to tell you how I feel. Cuz I love you. Cuz your GOOD. and I thought I lost it. And then you walked up looking all sad and apologetic and you didn't even DO anything." Eddie huffs again, his hands flailing.

"I hurt you." Steve mutters, Eddie makes a sound in his throat.

"Not on purpose! You didn't know! Cuz I didn't say! Jesus. All I do is talk, all of the fucking time, but I couldn't say the most important thing. And then Jake was writing his fucking number on your hand it was too late." Eddie shakes head, sighs deeply, and then turns to Steve with a smile that looks like it's half a grimace of pain. Steve nods.

"But here I am."

Eddie bites his lip, nods back.

"Here you are." Eddie says.

"Not with Jake." Steve says. Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve snorts.

"Can we never say that name again. I already hate it." Eddie grumbles.

"Fine with me. He is a regular though." Steve says, shrugs, pulls some grass out of the ground and drops it on Eddie's thigh. Eddie watches him move it around with his finger, pushing it into a pile on his leg.

"I'll burn his house down." Eddie whispers, still watching Steve. Steve barks a laugh and brushes the grass off Eddie's leg.

"Very dramatic." He says, fondly.

"Too strong? I could just steal his VCR. Don't need to rent movies if you don't have a VCR." Eddie says, his fingers moving to settling on Steve's wrist. Steve chuckles again, shakes his head, then stares at Eddie.

"I honestly can't tell if you're joking, so please don't steal anything from him." Steve moves his hand, turns it and slides it up into Eddie's, their fingers wrapping around each other, Eddie makes a weird little face, holds their hands up into Steve sightline, and then he's smiling.

"Looks like I already did." He shrugs, and Steve is about to laugh again, or roll his eyes, when Eddie presses a kiss to the back of his hand. It sort of takes Steve's breath away.

"I said I love you because that's how I feel. Okay? You believe me?" Eddie asks, his brow furrowed as he stares at Steve. And Steve remembers telling him about what happened with Nancy,  remembers how Eddie had hugged him. Wonders if he loved him them. Or before that? Or after.  But it doesn't really matter, because he loves him now. And Steve watches Eddie's thumb move soothingly over his hand, and knows Eddie means it. Feels that he does. So he nods, drags Eddie's own hand to his lips and kisses it, like Eddie had done.

"I love you too." Steve whispers into his skin. Eddie's free hand is at his chin then, tilting his head just so,

"I know." Breathed against his mouth, and then the softest press of lips before Eddie is leaning away just enough to breathe between them.

"Now look away, cuz I'm about to inhale this entire box of chocolate covered cherries." He whispers, his lips brushing Steve's again as he laughs into Eddie's mouth.

He does actually eat the whole box. Well, almost the whole box. He lets Steve have one, sinks his teeth into it as he holds it in his mouth and dares Steve to take it. And Steve's never been one to turn down a dare. Especially if it's sweet.

And Steve is quickly learning, there's nothing quite as sweet as candy covered Eddie kisses.

#Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet #my writing #mine #my fic

[xzhdjsj]

Sakuverse Characters Walking in on You Watching a ✨️Spicy Film✨️

Warning: NSFW!!!

Includes: Andrew, Isaac, Xanthus, Elias

Sooooo this is an idea I got from a recent ask I saw from @ilovegureshin (I hope you don't mind me tagging you). Since there's only 4 chars, I may do a pt. 2 in the future🦦

This is warm up for pt. 2 of that Zaros fic CUZ I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FULL SMUT BEFORE AND IDK WTF I'M DOING YALL

Anways as always, I hope you enjoy😌🫶

‼️ Repost cuz my dumbass deleted the original while editing🙄 We back to being hrny on main tho!

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Andrew

Andrew is late today, maybe it's traffic, maybe he's just working a bit overtime but in the end you were the one being subjected to torture.

It's been a rough day, and you couldn't wait to get home to him. A bad day is always mendable when your boyfriend knows how to make you feel good. But given he's not home before you today, your next best option was your own hands and something to get your imagination going.

You're sitting on your knees, legs spread apart just a bit and your headphones comfortably shielding you from the noises outside. Your laptop is placed infront of you, theres two character on the screen a blonde and a brunette with a similar body type as Andrew's. You don't reach for these kinds of vides often, more like you don't need to, but sometimes the wait is too much. As the couple in your screen get more and more handsy with each other, you can't help but imagine the way Andrew touches you, the way his hand would ghosts over your thighs, or just gently touch your sides all in his attempts to rile you up. You miss him so much right now but the show must go on.

Your hands move from caressing your skin, making its way between your legs, slowly palming yourself through your undergarments.

You lost track of time, forgetting that soon your boyfriend would be home. Though it was too late for that.

Andrew knew something was up when you didn't greet him at the door like you usually do, and when the calls for your name went unanswered. What he didn't expect was to be greeted by such a... surprise.

Your back is facing the door, and you couldn't hear him through your headphones. He takes a quick glimse at the screen and grins, making his way over to the bed. He, very casually, walked up behind you and turns your face to the side so he can kiss you. You're quickly knocked out of your daze and slam the laptop shut as you scramble at the sheets.

"Andrew!"

"No 'Welcome home' hugs for me today? Although I must say this might be a better welcome after a long day."

Isaac

Sometimes when Isaac works really late you "go to bed early because you're tired", he doesn't come out of his office for hours so you have adequate time to relief yourself without disturbing Isaac. Tonight in particular, you felt completely disoriented. You couldn't get any work done and it was hard to focus. So when you couldn't take it anymore, you faked a yawn and excused yourself for the night. Isaac promised he'd be in bed with you soon, but knowing him "soon" meant at least another hour or two.

So you take advantage of the time, setting up your laptop next to you, and stripping away your clothes. Even though the volume of the video was lowered, your voice was not. Not that Isaac can hear you all the way in his office anyways. Your laboured breaths and soft moans echo the room. You take your time to rid the stress from your body, and your once soft moans increasing in volume as you get closer and closer.

Only for your body to stiffen at the three curt knocks on the door. You close the laptop quickly and pull your blanket over your body. He opens the door slowly, moving just a single step inside.

"Sorry, I uhm... I heard you through the door and- and I was going to leave, I promise! But you sounded so... good."

He's looking down at the floor, a hand on the back of his neck as he explains himself. The way the fabric of his pants stretched to accommodate his erection was obvious and maybe you didn't need your laptop anymore for tonight.

You drop the blanket from your body, crawling to the edge of the bed.

"Come here with me Isaac."

Xanthus

It was no accident. Not when you knew he could hear the video playing in your screen and the way your heart rate quickens.

You're spread out on your and Xanthus' bed, with a random video playing in the background. You didn't really care for the video, it was just there to hold your plan together and make your actions as obvious as you can. It was all just a ploy to get his attention. You knew that he knew that too, and at some point he'd give in and come find you.

You started off discreet, faintly running your hands up and down your body. It got your blood pumping as your heart rate increased, but when that didn't draw him to you, caution was thrown right out the window and you fully indulged yourself in what you could be feeling. Your voice bounced off the walls and he could definitely hear you loud and clear now. Your eyes are squeezed shut, one hand supporting your weight behind your back, the other between your legs.

Your eyes flicker open at the sound of your laptop being slammed shut.

Your pulled at the blanket, barely covering your body at all as you feigned shame.

"Xanthus, I didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah I'm sure the door being open was also part of your plan wasn't it?" He's standing at the end of the bed, eyes completely shadowed over with lust.

"I don't know what you mean." You lie.

"Don't play dumb with me, you love testing my patience don't you?"

"Perhaps"

"Brazen, but you might just regret starting this."

He crawls onto the bed towards you, clawing at the bottom of the blanket ripping it from your grasp and exposing your body.

Elias

There isn't much to do in the safe house, especially when you're alone. Being with Elias all the time is great and you love it, but having some time apart to be by yourselves was also nice. What you planned to do with your time today was one you definitely wanted to be alone for.

You lifted your laptop from the nightstand, placing it infront of you and scrolling to find the videos you favourited. There was a select few that you enjoyed, especially because you could imagine yourself in those scenarios, only now you could also picture someone as the other person in the videos.

Elias was all the way in his room, probably playing games or sleeping, whatever it was you hope it kept him in there for as long as possible. Once you're all prepared, you set the laptop down and kicked off your pants, leaving only your shirt and underwear on. Your eyes are set on the screen, watching and replicating the way the character's hand moved on the other. Your shirt is hiked all the way up, caught between your teeth so you hands could freely access your chest. All you could think of is Elias and if he'd also touch you this way. Surely if you asked, he wouldn't say no to you right?

Your other hand reaches down to the fabrics hugging your pelvis, fingers slipping inside to touch yourself.

But you're pulled to reality when the door knob creaks and Elias comes into view.

"Hey babe, do you wanna- Shit!"

You immediately tug your shirt down and make a high pitched sound and Elias quickly rushes right back out the door.

"I'm sorry!" He yells from outside. "I didn't know and your door was unlocked- Jeez I really am sorry!"

You body drops onto the bed, silently cursing yourself for not locking the door.

"It's okay." You tell him. "Did you need something?"

He's quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Can I come back inside?"

You swallow hard at his request, pulling your blanket over your lower body.

"Yeah, sure"

The door slowly opens and Elias steps inside.

"Sorry, you look really fucking hot right now and I can't get it out of my head." He confesses and you're dumbstruck.

"Elias I uhm-"

"If this is too much for you, tell me to leave now, else I don't plan to." He cuts you off.

"Don't. I don't want you to leave"

"Good."

Before you knew it, his shirt is on the foor and your arms are wrapped around his neck as he kisses you.

"Were you thinking of me?" He asks.

"....yeah"

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#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #andrew marston #isaac rhoades #xanthus claiborne #elias #zsakuva andrew #zsakuva isaac #zsakuva xanthus #zsakuva elias

[spectersgirl]

if ur taking requests!! harvey and reader getting into a heated argument and harvey being his usual self takes it too far by saying something he didn’t mean and it ends up real angsty but then they make up somehow cuz i don’t like sad endings lol

if ur not don’t worry abt it :)

I'm always taking requests! I may not do them but I'm always taking them 🤪

Regret

Harvey Specter x Reader

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The New York skyline really was beautiful, and maybe you could've appreciated it if you were standing in Harvey's office under different circumstances.

The air crackled with tension as you and Harvey fought, the biggest fight you'd had in your entire relationship.

"You can't just bulldoze your way through everything, Harvey!" your voice cut through the silence, blazing with frustration. "One day you'll realize you need to listen to others instead of assuming you have all the answers, and it'll be too late."

Harvey's features hardened, his gaze unwavering as he spoke coldly. "And sometimes, you need to understand that this is how it works. I've been doing this a hell of a lot longer than you have. You don't get to lecture me on how to handle my cases, if I wanted your opinion I would've asked."

The words, sharper than intended, hung heavy in the air leaving a bitter taste in both your and Harvey's mouths. You tried your best to hide it, but he saw the flicker of hurt that flashed across your face, a mix of betrayal and anguish clouding your expression.

"You know what, Harvey? Maybe you're right. Maybe I shouldn't bother trying to help if you're just going to throw it back in my face," you replied, your voice trembling ever so slightly with restrained emotion.

For a moment, regret crossed Harvey's eyes, but his pride took over once more, replacing the regret with a coldness. "Fine. Maybe it's better this way."

The harshness in his words reverberated, a feeling of finality rippling through the room. You hated this, but there was nothing left for you to say. You stormed out, leaving him with nothing but the click of your heels on the tile floor. The door sealing shut made Harvey sigh, immediate regret over his words hitting him like a wave.

The hours that followed were agonizingly slow, each minute dragging on as Harvey remained seated at his desk, getting nothing done as the weight of his own words bore down on him. His usual confidence faltered as he replayed every word of the argument in his mind, grappling with the realization that his pride had cost him the most important thing he'd ever known. He swirled a glass of whiskey he'd poured absentmindedly.

It wasn't until a soft, hesitant knock broke the silence in his office that Harvey stirred from his thoughts. you stood at the threshold, your shoulders tense and eyes glistening with tears. He saw every emotion you felt plain as day on your face, and his heart lurched.

"Y/N, I didn't mean what I said," Harvey began, but you raised a hand, interrupting him.

"I know you didn't. And neither did I," you admitted, your voice cracking with vulnerability.

A fragile silence loomed, a moment of uncertain energy between you, before Harvey closed the distance, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine remorse. "I'm so, so sorry."

You nodded, hugging him back and resting your head on his chest, the tension evaporating as you both relaxed for the first time that day. "I am too."

Harvey gently pulled away, cupping your face with a tenderness that said everything he didn't know how to. "We make a good team, you and I. I can't lose that."

A small smile formed on your lips, unable to hide the fact that you shared the sentiment. "Me either, Harvey."

With this admission, he gently leaned down to kiss your lips, a longing present there as you kissed back.

#harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harveyspecter #suits fics #request

[sungbeam]

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒!

HEY !! HEY YOU, YEAH YOU!! remember to give these authors and the fics all the love they deserve! if u liked what u read, reblog it or comment or send in an ask !! cool, ty <3

a/n: hihi everyone! again, i wanted to extend my appreciation to all my fellow writers with this post (ik it's not a lot compared to how much all y'all do 😔), but if you'd like more fic recs, pls do check out my other blog @luv-beam!

**NOTE: lol 🤡 i do apologize if my bias(es) show per group !! i love every member of every group but some rot my brain a little more than others 🤧😭 i also haven't done a lot of reading lately ,,, this is an accumulation of like three months

NCT

his same, old, safe bet (jeong jaehyun) — @jaehunnyy

not finished just yet but it's off to a brilliant start !! we love yn's "bitch who r u" attitude toward jae lmaoo

swiper no swiping (lee donghyuck) — @/xosimo (linked my rb bc they deactivated 😭)

I WAS SWOOOOONING like omg hyuck is so attractive pls and just the unfolding of events and the build up? yes.

inevitable (na jaemin) — @korijime

dude the vibes r so immaculate in this piece, like the soft sort of atmosphere and the low-key confession style mwah

SVT

11:23pm (kwon soonyoung) — @xuhuihuis / @.maiademia

okay i admit i'm a little obsessed w this (maybe cuz it was my request so i must promote) but it was also written so well and hoshi is so nOm

love on the air (hong jisoo) — @suhnshinehaos

joshua hong 😔✨ ugh such a romantic,, both of them r two idiots in love but isn't that one of the best tropes?

pocket money (choi seungcheol) — @ethereal-engene

found this realistic in a good way!! cheol would be so cute all flustered and he *would* catch non-carat eyes too no doubt 👀👀

the way seventeen breaks your heart (performance unit) — @moonsolie

broke my heart </3 into seventeen+ pieces </3 if i love angst, then this was my ride or die

i less than three you (xu minghao) — @junshine (they deactivated unfortunately :( but i'll link my reblog!)

although op deactivated, pls do continue to read and enjoy their work :') it was so well written and i loved it so much

"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." (kwon soonyoung) — @holdinbacksecrets

comfort to the max ; i cannot tell u enough how much i loved this like ,, oh god i found this when i was not in a good spot and it just made me feel ,, seen?

order up (yoon jeonghan) — @leejungchans

my love for trickster jeonghan is thru the roof 😔😭 this was so so cute (and funny watching jeonghan not get the reaction he wanted skcjdj)

vernon heist au (chwe hansol) — @freakyfriedrice

i LOVED the uncharted movie and to be blessed with this au ?! like dream come true omg i loved this beyond words ; flustered vernon >>>>

TXT : i'm sorry txtblr i was and am in a beomgyu crisis.

nap of a star (choi beomgyu) — @blue-jisungs

omg literally mE WHEN?! (´Д⊂ヽ soft moment to the soundtrack of clownery, my favorite </3 u know u like them gyu õ_ó

8:55pm (choi beomgyu) — @4ure2

dUUDE the imagery in this one? i felt so many things, and this man goes and says this 😔 denial fr but sighs ,, that's love ig

balance game (choi beomgyu) — @yeonjunszn

low-key down bad for this trope, like /bruh/ u like ur best friend?? own it?? ; also this is funny asf even tho beomyn r lichrally dumbasses 🤕🤕

2:37am (choi beomgyu) — @ijhyo

now THIS was simply UNCALLED FOR my heart cannot take this like goodbye. this is all i want.

SKZ

king candy (han jisung) — @petrichor-han

how can i not put this hanji fic on here õ_ó READ IT, it's so cute and a holiday staple for me atp

poisoned fangs (kim seungmin) — @petrichor-han

i have so much to read from rain's m.list and i don't often read like horror-ish things? but i thoroughly enjoyed this one (i also have a weird thing for morbid reads 🤡)

probably up (bang chan) — @loveliestfelix

why we love christopher bang chan (´Д⊂ヽ ugh there was something so warm, mellow, and comfortable about this one and the ambiguity of potential lovers was also super refreshing

6:26pm (bang chan) — @daydreaminskz

i've actually never seen this kind of situation written before, and tbh i'm so here for it like the domesticity and chan being cute as always (i'm sorry but i might have laughed when he fell 😭💀)

10:43am (lee minho) — @cleyellow-wood

i honestly really love how this was written, like there was something abt op's style and the way lino was portrayed as well that hits the spot

tag, you're it (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

read the warning so u aren't too surprised, but u will still need a box of tissues ; literally sHivers from this one

ENHA : lmao let's not talk abt my jungwon brainrot either 🤡

you're mine (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

em's stuff always makes me like 2489292x more delulu that's a fact like it's short but too sweet i 😔

bookmark (park jongseong) — @crystalsoobin

so so dang cute — even if he did call reader a nerd ig 🤕🤕

kisses nonstop (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

this woman posted this on my birthday as if it would not sHOOT ME THRU THE HEART ?!? LIKE U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS??

closer (yang jungwon) — @palajae

tbh read this during physics and i am not ashamed bc it was so cute and the pacing was mwah and oh god yANG JUNGWON (´Д⊂ヽ

ATZ

midnight kiss (kim hongjoong) — @i-write-some-stuff

i love whump aus part 28472993 OP U WROTE HONGJOONG SO WELL AND SO AHHHHH

11:54pm (choi san) — @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

i will say this again and again but this lives in my brain rent free and i need to stalk crys' masterlists once i have the time 😔

june+july fic recs

#read this people #nct fic recs #seventeen fic recs #enhypen fic recs #stray kids fic recs #txt fic recs #ateez fic recs #nct x reader #seventeen x reader #enhypen x reader #stray kids x reader #txt x reader #ateez x reader

[deejayrockz]

hello!! I saw that you made a post about being obsessed with dadbur (as am I) I was wondering, could you do one where Wilbur's daughter just goes up to Tommy and starts talking to him, maybe doing something cute or like saying "I luv you!" To him and him going all soft LOL if not I get it just thought it would be cute

PAIRING — wilburs daughter + cc!tommy

SUMMARY — tommy decides his friends daughter is his new cuddle buddy

NOTES — fluff fluff fluff (duhhh), tommy turns to mush, girldad!wilbur, name Adelia is used, from my wattpad book. child aged 4-5

EXTRA — are you kidding i literally giggled and kicked my feet this idea is so cute. it ain't written the best, mainly cuz i was distracted, and i've been really busy lately, but i'll try again maybe this weekend 🤗🌷

Tommy was currently given the job of babysitting Wilburs daughter, Adelia, as he was out doing sound checks, and she usually acts out from the noise.

The job seemed pretty easy so far, all he did was watch whatever was on the telly, while slouching on the settee. Occasionally, he'd sit up to look for Adelia, only to find her by the doll house, causing him to slouch down again for another 20 minutes.

"Tommy.." Adelia dragged on, a questioning tone to her voice. He hummed in response, moving his eyes from the tv to the young girl now infront of him.

"Can i tell you a secret?" She smiled, a barbie doll in her hand.

"Sure, what is it?" He asked, grunting slightly as he picked her up and sat her on his knee. She petted the barbies hair, as she giggled and whispered in his ear.

"Daddy said he thinks you're cool, i think you're cool too," She smiled, as Tom actually felt his heart melt into a puddle in his chest.

"Yeah?" He confirmed, a proud smile on his face. Sure, he liked the fact that his friend thought he was cool, but the fact that his friends daughter thought he was cool? that is all he ever wanted in life.

She nodded and hummed in confirmation, yawning before laying on his chest and watching the tv with him, still sat on his lap. His smile stretched wider, wrapping his arm around the five year olds shoulder, switching the channel to a more kid-friendly one.

"Tommy, do you like Molly?" Adelia asked, curling into his shirt, eyes drooping closed.

"I like molly a lot, she's my girlfriend," He laughed, soothing the girl to sleep by slightly bouncing his knee.

"When you get married, can i be the flower girl?" she smiled, eyes now closed, barbie doll on her lap.

"Sure," he smiled, kissing the girls forehead, before letting her rest on his lap. his heart melted, almost not believing a kid could be so loving. "sure you can," he confirmed, leaning his head back on the settee, eyes closing.

Will had gotten home around 7:30PM, expecting to see a very hyper Adelia running around, and a almost just as hyper Tommy chasing after her, but he didn't. In fact, he was met with complete silence. It almost worried him, almost. Until he saw the pair cuddled up on the settee.

Tom was laying on his back, head rested on the arm of the sofa, Adelia on his chest, a barbie doll in hand. Her favourite doll, one that she never lets anybody go near. the fact that she was allowing tom to cuddle with it was a big thing.

Will smiled, his heart warming at the sight of his younger brother and daughter cuddled on his settee. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it and spreading it neatly across the two. He kissed Adelias forehead, before fluffing toms hair and then moving to his own room, allowing the pair to sleep on the settee peacefully.

#wilbur soot #lovejoy #wilbur soot fluff #fluff #will gold #wilbur x you #wilbur fic #wilbur mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fic #tommyinnit fanfic #fanfic #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #dadbur #dad!wilbur #dadbur fic #tom simons #soft wilbur

[smilingangel582]

Can I request a Ler Lyney x Lee Lynette?

Ohhhhooo, I've never done that beforeeee. I'm not really a lee!Lynette stan, but I can try... since she's a cutie and deserves laughter. Sorry if this is short. I usually am not creative with female lees! Cuz i believe they r toughies and amazing lers! hehehe, anyway, hope this is OK for u...

Enjoyyy~

Cats and tickles

"Lynette, how many times have I told you..."

The younger twin sister merely stared nonchalantly at her brother's strict lecture. She kept on sipping her tea, knowing he's disappointed by her extremely inconsiderate diet plan.

"If you eat like this, it might affect the show too"

Her purple eyes glinted. "Then why don't you do the same as me?"

He gave her a look now, and as she attempted to feast on her final dessert he poked her side "Don't. Take. Another. Bite!"

She anxiously felt his pokes rather tingly, and it was dangerous. Activate escape mode.

"No, no, no. " he was slightly playful as he knew she'd flee away from the living room and soon began to grab her sides.

She choked at this, the ticklish touch which her brother loves to exploit so much for punishments. She whined "Pleeease... noho"

"Dear sister, doth mine ears deceive me or did you just laugh?"

She looked away shyly. "Whatever... ahaha. " Soft giggles left her lips as she felt his assault more obviously. Indeed she wasn't the most ticklish, but she wasn't in the mood for revenge, or not yet at least. She wanted to at least let him have his fun. It's not like she hates it.

Although... her dessert is getting chilled...

Drat!

"Lynehehey, nohoho tihihickles..." she giggles as she tries to push his hands away, but he seems too engrossed on the spectacle happening in front of him.

"No way, you defy me and now have the audacity to say you don't want this?" He was being gentle but then again, not merciful.

Eyed widening, he targeted her hips and she was no longer playing nice. With a firm reach to get his wrists he was stopped instantly.

Though he was surprised by her new found strength, he tried to play along "Well? Do you regret it?"

She managed to keep her face cool now. "Hm... perhaps I was too rash. I'll keep in mind to have a better diet"

He smiled fondly now, but he lowered his guard when she pushed him back now pinning him instead.

"But I also plan on getting you back ten folds, my naive brother"

"H-huh? Ahahah wahahait" he was already giggling wearily, he seriously didn't expect Lynette to have strength to attack back, but being gullible he thought she was fighting to free herself.

Drat!

"No, no, no Lyney~"

Augh! That same teasing. Lyney felt insulted, but only louder and frantic giggles came. He can't let her get him as she always did... maybe...

Lynette for the first time shrieked so loud that she was surprised enough to even say anything. He was temporarily frozen by how she made such a loud noise. Were her ears that bad?

This is news...

He giggled mischievously "Whahat in the world was that?"

She was ashamed, her expression changing to a flustered blush, then looking down she was more quiet then ever "I don't know..."

She flinched now with streaming giggles as he was rubbing her ears. Suddenly feeling contented that she's actually feeling the pressure for once from his tickling. Rather than the other way around.

"aHahaha LYNEY! AHAHA..." She cried out now almost as loud as he is. It's a rare sight indeed. Her tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as he soon felt like easing up on the torture though... it was a mistake...

Too late though.

"L-Lynette...?" Her expression was too difficult to read. One minute she was embrassed meanwhile the other minute... she was plotting.

He knew he couldn't have won a tickle fight against her, but... he did realise her ears are bad and could've made it well less one-sided. He now debated whether he could take these chances this time-

"AHAHAHAH LYNEHEHETTE! I AHAHAH SORRY! SORRY! SERIOUSLY!"

Never mind, she's persistent. Of course, this Lynette is...

"Activate revenge mode... Lyney, it's over for you. " she sounded like the terminating robot and feirce at the same time. With that, her continuous drilling under his armpits intensified. Like he got her worst spot, she just did return the favour, so he's not exactly complaining.

"I won't D-DO IT! AHAHAHA, I SWEEEAHAHEAR!"

He did mentally cross his fingers, though, as seeing the adorable blush on her face was worth what he's paying for. Indeed the price is great but the reward is worth it. He might try tickling her ears again, though he should prepare a coffin the next time he does so.

Hehe, sorry for making it a switch... just that I love those two so much.

Ps. Lynette with sensitive ears is Canon! Neehehehe. It's cute! And Lyney's armpits, hahahaha

#tickle fic #cute #genshin impact #genshin impact tickle #lee!lynette #ler!lyney

[romanarose]

Leather and Lace: Chapter 4

Santiago Garcia X OC

Previous part here : Next part here

Fic masterlist

While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn’t talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.

(Pretend this is him leaning over a railing while talking to Fish okay)

WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.

Warnings: UUUHH maybe nothing really? Will being a dick? kissing? at worst? Kinda soft, lil angst then soft.

I wrote this,,,, SO TIRED. Not my best work tbh. I think I'm gonna keep updates to once a week until Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside is done bc between this, SSSB, Seattle, the han solo story ive been trying to finish for two years, and the one shots i wanna do AND taking 19 credits and working 4 days a week.... it's a lot. I want my work to remain as good as I know I'm capable of. Thank you for all for patience, and thank you for all your lovely encouragements! Fanfiction writing can be so thankless sometimes, it makes me so emo-tional to see your nice words. In the mean time, come read Sunshine! I've been told it's pretty bingeable if I do say so myself. I see a lot of people like it chapter by chapter and inhale it in a day or two. 27 chapters out of 33!

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“Home sweet home” Santi opened his front door, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible, despite being exhausted from the flight. He let her in, holding the door as she wandered in, carrying her backpack. Lace had refused to let Santiago Garcia carry it. He was already carrying his bags plus one of Benny’s, and she already felt uncomfortable with her dependance on him. Benny’s friend had picked them up, dropping Santi and Laci off at his place. Frankie and Will had stayed behind for a few extra days to finish what they were supposed to all do in the days after they raided the house. Unfortunately, between Santi’s disappearance from the house and Benny’s gunshot wound, they had gotten side tracked. Will had a fucking fit about Santi leaving, which had turned into some choice words and a Frankie once again having to separate them before it got too far. Frankie, who was less than thrilled about Santiago leaving with Laci, agreed Santiago should go. Ben wanted to stay as well, but his shoulder was still out of commission. Frankie also thought it was a good idea to separate Will and his injured brother to allow Will space to calm down without constantly seeing his brother damaged

Laci took in the space. She wore pants and a long sleeve, covering the array of bruises she was still recovering from. She turned to him with a smile. ‘It’s nice’  The place wasn’t huge, but it was clean, it was safe, and it was his. After he had retrieved the money that was thrown in the canyon, Santi had split it with his 3 other friends. Most of them felt… wrong, having the money, so they all kept the money aside for emergencies, donated a lot, and made a few smart purchases. All of them had bought houses, no mortgage. At the very least, they’d always have a home. 

“It’s late, but we can go to the store tomorrow and get you set up with some more clothes, anything else you need.”

She turned to him, nervous and shaking her head. “It’s fine”

“No, Lace it’s okay, let me do this.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll get a job and get out of your hair” She dodged his eyes again. They had made a lot of progress, she was talking more freely, but she never held his eyes for long.

“Lace…” Pope wondered how he could make her see, make her believe that he just wanted to help her. He took her hands, careful not to startle her. “This… this is your home now. You can stay here as long as you need, I mean it. Don’t worry about working until you’re ready. Let’s get you set up with services, counseling, medical… Don’t even think about work yet.”

She leaned into him, holding tight on his hands but looking away. “Expensive.” She muttered.

He sighed. “Listen, it’s a lot to explain but… I came into some money recently. Don’t worry about that. Just…” He took her face in his hand, turning her face to him, and she finally looked at him. “Lace, let me take care of you” He kept her eye contact, watched her eyes searching his face. She was looking for a hint of a lie, of malicious intent. She found nothing but tenderness.

Before Santiago even had a moment to react, her lips were on his. He kissed back the moment their lips met, purely on instinct. When his brain caught up and realized it was her, it was her lips, chapped and hesitant, he kissed back with more fervor, wrapping his arms around his waist and she melted into his arms. Then, he realized what was happening. Santi pulled away, taking a few steps back and away from her, disgusted with himself.

“I’m sorry” He said all too quickly, as soon as he saw her distressed face. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He expected her to cry or panic, he didn’t expect this response. Her face set into a nervous determination. She pointed at him and shook her head. Then she pointed at herself. ‘You didn’t do it, I did’

“I know,” He clarified. Here he was with a traumatized and vulnerable girl in his home, she probably felt obligated to sleep with him, she thought that's what he wanted… He scrubbed his face, then looked back at her. Laci’s face was red, looking at the floor. She was embarrassed. “Can we just… let's pretend this never happened, okay? Finish showing you around?”

She nodded, not talking. Santi fought the urge to sigh again. Two steps forward, one step back. “C’mon, I’ll show you the yard.” He wanted to just block out the last two minutes from their collective memories. He started walking toward the sliding glass doors, but stopped when he heard her footsteps stop. He turned around and saw her staring at his bookshelf, staring at the 5 porcelain dolls on the top shelf.

She cocked her eyebrow up at him with a teasing smile. ‘Yours?’

He smiled, happy the tension was gone. “My sister’s, actually.”

Laci grinned, still lookin at the pretty, well cared for dolls, but was slightly nervous. She pointed to the house in general “does she live here?”

Santi’s kind smile waved a tad. “She died. It’ll be two years next month. Overdose.”

She turned to him, but he remained focused on the shelves, so she turned back. After a moment, she spoke. “My brother. I was 20. He raised me after our parents died.” Another pause as Laci took a shaky breath. “Suicide.”

Santi took her hand.

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A week later, Santi was parking his car on Frankie’s street. “You sure you’re okay? We can still turn around, Fish will understand.”

Laci had thought she was hiding her anxiety well, but somehow, Pope always knew what she was thinking. This was helpful, seeing as she still hardly spoke. It came and went in moments, he was never exactly sure what caused her to start or stop talking. If she was anxious or upset she shut down, but sometimes there didn’t seem to be a cause.

She looked at him with a little smile. ‘It’s fine. You want to go, so we’ll go.’ The two of them had gone everywhere together this week, every appointment and every meeting with a social worker or doctor. He wouldn’t leave her at the house alone, and he knew she would insist on going despite her reservations. She had asked who was coming. Pope knew that was code for ‘is Will coming’. The two of them had yet to interact. With Frankie, at least, he made an attempt to speak to her, dropping by when he got back to the states and asking yes/no questions to Laci so she didn’t feel left out. Will hadn’t been over, nor had be called. But she was fairly comfortable around Ben. Benny had been over a few times, and Laci even let Santi leave the room to go to the bathroom or get snacks, leaving her alone with Ben while they watched tv. Always Sunny in Philadelphia, of all things. It made him smile when he’d return to the room, watching her and Benny laughing out loud together. 

They hadn’t addressed the kiss and neither made a move, but the tension was palpable some days. Her first full day there, she had tried to make him dinner while Pope showered. When he heard a bunch of banging, he rushed out, only stopping to wrap a towel around his waist and ran to the kitchen. He found Laci  cleaning up a bunch of pans that had fallen on the floor. Looking up, her eyes widened as she stared at his shirtless torso. When her eyes flicked up to him, they stayed like that for a moment, Santi trying to read her face. He was good at it, he usually knew what she was saying or thinking… right then, she was unreadable.

She took his hand as Pope let himself in through the back gate and she took in the scene. It was a small gathering, Frankie had promised that it would just be the guys. Frankie usually held a cook out when everyone comes back from a mission, a way for everyone to decompress. Usually, it was a fucking party. Alcohol, lots of friends, family, and any random stranger Benny had met off the street that day. Today was small. Ever the peacekeeper, Frankie was hoping Will would warm up to Laci. Fish recognized, even if Pope was in denial, that Laci was going to be  part of things for a long time. On a phone call with Ben while he was still out of the country, Benny had told him he thought something was going on between the pair, that they were absolutely inseparable. Benny was the one that noticed Santi’s watch was missing on the flight, and relayed the story Pope told him to Frankie.

“Hey guys!” Benjamin Miller swaggered over, hugging Santi and putting his hand on Laci’s shoulder. “C’mon! I’m on grill duty” It was a warm day, and now that Laci got to pick out her clothes, he found she liked to wear a lot of flowers. Her dress today was pink and white floral and a flowy skirt.

“Oh god,” Pope muttered, following the blonde boy.

“Relax, Garcia. Fish is cooking, I’m just in charge of making sure the burgers don’t burn.” Benny, Laci and Santi stood on the deck for a few minutes before Will opened the screen door, and he felt Laci tense.

He was carrying pop, tossing one to Ben and one to Santi, one for himself. 

Santi called him out. “C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” He felt Laci’s hand on his arm, and turned to see her face. ‘Let it go’

Will rolled his eyes and cracked open his pop. Benny handed his to Laci “Here, I’m grabbing a beer” He walked into the house, grabbing Will with him and shutting the glass door, no doubt about to chew out Will.

Santiago turned to her “Sorry Lace, he’s being a dick.”

“You don’t have to… defend me or anything. I don’t want you guys to start fighting…” After learning about Santi’s sister’s death, and how most of his family is gone, she started to realize what these men meant to him. She didn’t want to be the one to cause any more problems than she already had.

Will and Benny returned, Will looking irritated but calmer. “Here” He handed Laci a snack pack of cheetos. A small gesture, but a gesture nonetheless. 

Laci kept looking at the floor, but touched her hand to her mouth, then moved it out. ‘Thank you’ in sign language. Ben had taught Laci several basic sign language phrases to prepare for the party. All the guys know passable sign language, and this way she could communicate a few things without having to talk or have Santi translate her facial expressions.

When the door opened, Will’s grumpy face lit up. “Here’s the woman of the hour!” And held out his arms to snatch the little girl from Frankies arms. The one year old practically dived into Will’s arms. It was strange for Laci to see Will not glowering. One by one, each of the guys held the tiny toddler, Laci was absolutely enthralled with the sight of Santi holding the adorable girl, blowing raspberries on her stomach.

“Laci?” Frankie spoke up. “Would you like to hold her?”

Laci nodded frantically, and held out nervous arms for Frankie’s daughter. The 18 month old was hesitant to leave her tio’s arms, but once she was in Laci’s around, she put her little hands on Laci’s face. It was an immidiet bond between the two.

“Rosie,” Frankie steps over to the two girls, tickling the toddlers neck. “Meet Laci. Laci, this is Fatima Rosa Maria Morales Ferndanez. Or Rosie, as we usually call her, when she’s not in trouble.”

Benny smiled at his friend and his niece. “Powerful name for a powerful little girl.” 

Frankie noticed Laci’s eyes welling up and her lip quivering. “You okay, Laci?” 

Santi kicked himself for not picking up on her discomfort, moving to take Rosie out of Laci’s arms, but Laci held on, looking at the little girl adoringly. She turned and whispered to Santiago, who then turned to his friend, smiling. “She said she’s beautiful, Frankie.” Frankie smiled back.

The evening had been delightful. Santi always enjoyed seeing the guys, especially after a particularly stressful mission. Even if Will was being a bit of a dick. It wasn’t bad, Will knew how to tow a line, that was for sure. Just enough where Santi didn’t feel it was worth making a scene, but enough where his irritation was growing. Laci was mostly oblivious, she had Rosie on her hip, even so much as straying away from her ever-attachment at Santi’s side to play with her in the grass. Santi leaned over the deck, beer in hand as he watched her. 

“I think Rosie has a friend.” Frankie joined him, looking at his daughter lovingly.

“Yeah.” Santi’s smile was huge. Frankie knew he was down bad.

“How’s she been adjusting?”

“She’s doing alright, considering. Therapy starts next week and she’s been to a few medical appointments, got her on meds, a diet to get back the nutrients she lost. Dentists gotta do some work, shit like that. She’ll have… she’ll have her moments. It’s hard to watch.”

Frankie nods. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes I’ll find her asleep on the couch watching tv. She had to get on medicine for the nightmares, they seem to help, but she likes the light. She says the TV helps her focus. She watches Friends reruns. She doesn’t even like Friends, It’s just something else to think about, nothing serious, stupid sitcom.” He paused, unsure if he should say it, but if he could be honest with anyone, it was Fish. “She kissed me”

Frankie laughed. “Oh yeah. She kissed you.”

Pope turned to Frankie, finally looking at him “I’m serious!... I mean… I kissed back.”

“There it is.” Fish smirked.

Pope was defensive. “She did! Fish I would never want her to think she has to do anything just because I’m helping her.”

“But you wouldn’t mind if you and her… we’re together?.”

Pope rolled his eyes, “Well, she’s-” pretty he was about to say, turning back to Laci. She was on her back, legs up in the air with Rosie on her feet, playing superman. Laci’s skirt rode up, showing off the smooth curve of her ass. “Oh fuck” Santi and Frankie quickly turned out, but gave each other a side-eyed smile. 

An hour later, Frankie was putting Rosie to bed, and Laci was back to Santiago’s side. When Frankie came back, everyone was gathered on the porch. “Hey Santi, I think you forgot something.” He tossed the watch to his friend.

“Fish, what the shit? How did you…?” Santi hugged Fish tighty “Hermano, how did you know I lost it?”

“Benny can’t keep a secret for the life of him.” 

Benny meely shrugged, smiling.

Will, however, was confused. “Wait, is that Fatima’s watch?” He looked back and forth between Fish and Pope. “Why does Catfish have it?”

“I um…” Pope hesitated, his grin fading. “When we were in the forest, I sold it to get some food and water…”

“What the fuck Pope?” Will looked irrationally irritated.

Frankie put a hand on Will’s arm, trying to calm him. “Calm down.”

Will shrugged him up. “You sold Fatima’s watch because of her? Jesus Pope, what the hell?” 

Pope put himself in front of Laci instinctively. “Back the fuck off, Ironhead. Now.”

Will look at Santi condescendingly. “What is she doing to you man? She almost got you killed, now you’re just being her bitch”

Ben saw it coming before Santi even made a move, smacking Frankie, signaling him to move. Ben grabbed Pope, holding him back as he went to punch Will and luckily, Frankie caught Ben’s message and grabbed Will’s shirt, warning him not to do anything. Laci stepped backwards until her back hit the deck railing, and there she froze.

“What is your fucking problem Will?!” Santi shouted at the much taller man.

“Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to dying, Pope? It’s a goddamn miracle you didn’t get your head blasted open! You and Ben could’ve died! Then what? Do we spit up the money again and give it to your non-existent family and pretend it’s okay? If Ben died, would you just give me a pat on the back and say ‘Oh, sorry!’ and move on?”

Santi was in too much of a blind fury to possess what Will was saying “None of that has ANYTHING to do with her!” Santi pointed to the scared girl in the corner of the deck, clutching onto the railing for dear life.

“I told you we needed to move, but you never fucking listen! You had to baby her, you had to play knight in shining armor and rescue the pretty girl, meanwhile Benny gets shot and you literally dodge a bullet!”

Benny mumbles something about not bringing him into this, but no one was listening. Benny knew he wasn’t getting anywhere. Santi and Will would hash this out, Frankie would stop them from killing each other. He looked over to see Laci scared as shit. Carefully, he walked over to her. Her eyes were shut tight, but she knew it was Ben, because she knew what Santi’s hand felt like.

“Enough!” Frankie shouted after a few more pointless back and forths. “You guys hear that?” Through the upstairs window, everyone could hear Rosie crying. “You guys woke up and probably scared the shit out of my baby, not to mention Laci.” Santi suddenly noticed she had left his side, and felt a tinge of guilt and jealousy to see her so scared, but also holding the handsome young man’s hand. “Santi, Will, go inside and fucking sort this out like adults.” He noticed Santi glance to Laci again. “She’ll be fine, man. Jesus, Ben will be here. I’m going to put my daughter to bed and I swear to god, if you wake her up again, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Will and Santi stormed off, and Frankie went upstairs to try and put his toddler back to bed. Benny and Laci stood in silence as Laci held his hand tightly. They couldn’t hear what Will and Santi were saying, but it sounded calmer. After a while, Will opened the door, looking embarrassed. “I need to talk to her” he told Ben.

 “No way man-”

“Okay.” The Miller brothers turned to Laci, eyes finally open and looking directly at Will for the first time.

Hesitantly, Benny let go of her hand, telling Will not to be an asshole, closing the screen door instead of the glass door. “Can I close the glass door? I don’t want them eavesdropping.” Laci nodded, and Will closed it. Much like Santi, Will scrubbed his face. “How much did Santi tell you about our history together.”

She held up her fingers together. ‘Very little’

“He tell you bout Tom?”

She shook her head.

Will sighed. “Last year, a mission went wrong. I got shot.” Despite how much of an ass he had been, he swore he saw a bit of pity on her face. “But we had another friend, his name was Tom. He got killed after things went very, very wrong and… I think I’ve always held onto a lot of anger and guilt over it. A lot of feelings I don’t know how to let out in a normal way. Seeing my brother get shot, and those few days where I thought Santi had been killed or taken, I think… Well I think maybe it brought a lot of feelings out. I don’t know if Santi told you, but Benn is my brother. My actual brother, I mean. I know we all refer to each other as brothers…” he trailed off, realizing he was rambling. “I thought I was going to watch him die…” He shuffled his feet, trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

Surprisingly, she spoke up, although barely audible ”I didn’t ask for any of this…”

God, that hurt. Of fucking course she didn’t. This poor girl had gone through hell, and here he was making her feel worse. “I know. And I’m really sorry. I’m not good at this kind of thing…” Despite his best efforts, his voice was just a little choked up. It was a high emotion week. “I don’t really have a good excuse, but I am sorry. I know you’re going to be around a while, maybe forever-” he cut himself off. He didn’t exactly know what Santi and her relationship was., and wasn’t sure if they knew either.“I don’t want to make an enemy out of you, and I don’t want to be the person who makes you feel worse.”

Laci thought for a second, then smiled a soft, nervous smile. She tentatively walked towards him. “It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “It’s not-”

She held up a hand. He didn’t need Santi to translate that. “I get… I get really angry sometimes. Sometimes I get angry at Santi and he did nothing wrong. He doesn’t know. I push it down. But sometimes I worry I won’t be able to stop it. It’s okay.” 

Will nodded. He felt like they had an understanding, at least.

She walked past him, going to find Santi. When Laci found him, he surprised her with a hug. “Are you okay, Lace?” He asked, rubbing her back.

“Yeah, I’m great. Take me home please?” She nestled her head into his chest, taking in his smell.

On the drive home, Laci asked about the watch.

“My sister gave it to me a few months before she died.” He took it off, handing it to her. “The inscription translates to ‘count all the stars and add one more’ it’s about how much the singer loves someone. It’s a song by Jesse and Joy and it features Luis Fonsi” Santi turned to her, smiling sadly “I couldn’t stand Luis Fonsi, but my sister loved him.” He turned back to the road. “Her name was Fatima. Frankie named his daughter after her. He and I grew up together. Anyway, she gave me this watch as a half joke since I hated the song. Now it’s one of my favorites. I think she knew she was dying.”

Laci put her hand on his shoulder. Usually, their touches were for Laci’s sake. This was for Santi’s. “That’s really sweet, Santi. And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Muñecita. For Will.”

“I think Will and I are going to get along fine.” She turned to him. “I like your friends a lot.”

Santi smiled. “Yeah, I do too.

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THANK YOU FOR READING! Reblogs help a lot, comments mean the world! lmk if you'd like to be added to my tag list!

Since google doesn’t really translate it, Muñecita means little doll. Muñeca is doll, and adding -ita makes a name or object diminutive.

@littlenosoul @bensolosbluesaber @milkymoon2483 @gogh-with-the-flow @itspdameronthings

#leather and lace fic #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santi garcia fanction #benny miller #will miller #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #fluff #angst #hurt #comfort #santi garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia hurt comfort #oscar isaac fanfiction

[kortsitron]

Let It Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: depression, agnst, this shit kinda dark, mental illness, anxiety, overthinking, mention of suicide with mentioning it, hurt/comfort 

Summary: Reader is in a dark place and after being scared and tired of their own thoughts, they need to talk about it with someone.

Also now _____ is the new version of (Y/N), tell me if you like that version more

Author’s Note: Please if you're not feeling good, reach out for help! Talk about your problems with someone you trust! It will be better! Remember that if you're not feeling comfortable reading this, don't do it, don't make yourself do things that you don't wanna do. Also this is kinda a vent cuz I need to let emotions out, so yeah :P

Also keep in my mind that I haven’t been writing for a while, so this might be shit and out of character

It's been getting worse lately and it scared you. Your mental health has been a mess for as long as you can remember, but now it was worse than ever. Your thoughts were so loud, and throughout your day you knew will be the same as every other night. Crying in your bed, horrified and just wanting it all to stop. You just wanted to be safe from it all. 

You've been laying in your bed, feeling tears come to your eyes while your phone called in the middle of the night. It was Bucky. You haven't heard from him for a week, because he was on a mission. You were stunned and if you weren't sure if you wanted to answer. You didn't want James to hear that you've been in a dark place lately, however you decided to answer and at least try distracting yourself from these awful thoughts. “Hello?” You murmured, scared your voice might break if you said it louder.

“Hi _____! I didn't wake you up, did I?” He greeted you with a cheerful tone, you could tell he was happy to be back. “Oh, no you didn't. I wasn't asleep, I was actually kinda bored.” You faked a laugh, hoping it would sound real and he won't suspect a thing. “How was the mission?”

“It's been pretty tough, but luckily I didn't get hurt too much. I have bruises here and there, but no serious injuries, so nothing to worry about.”

“That's good.” You replied, thinking how to get the conversation going, you had no idea what to say.

“I was thinking, since I'm back, maybe you wanna go grab a dinner with me tomorrow. We then could go for a walk or go to my apartment and watch a movie. What do you think?” Your heart melted a bit, and you couldn't help but smile.

“I would love to do that, James.” You whispered, feeling your cheeks getting hot. You could tell that he was happy to hear that answer and he started talking about what plans he had for the near future like helping Steve with assembling a new closet that he ordered or finally reading a book that he bought some time ago. You were cheery to listen to him. You weren't talking a lot during that conversation, you just were answering with short sentences and "mhm" sounds. It made James think that you were tired. “You know ______, I don't want you to be tired for tomorrow so I think I'll be going, okay?”

That sentence made you distressed, you didn't want this call to end. You knew if it ended, thoughts would harass you again. “Please don't hang up!” You sobbed, it was almost automatic. It was a cry for help. You could tell that you caught Bucky off guard and there was silence which felt like forever. Without a second thought you continued. “Please Bucky, I don't wanna be alone.” Your voice broke and tears went down your face. Bucky heard soft crying and he felt his heart slowly break.

“Is everything alright?” Was all he could think about at the time, even though he knew what answer he was going to get.

“No. I'm.. I'm so scared.” You were shaking, it was your thoughts so loud again. “Don't leave me alone with my thoughts, please. They're so horrifying, it's too much.”

“I've got you, _____. Let it out. I'm here for you.” That made you cry even harder and let out all the terrifying things that have been on your mind for a while. James was just listening, trying to imagine what has been going on lately. And it made him wonder if there was something he could do to help you or if there were any signs he didn't notice at the time. 

You finally felt relieved and not like there was no way to help fight you. You felt a bit of hope, after all these days in the dark of your own mind. You felt yourself zooming out, after so much crying. “_____?” James called, bringing you back. “Yes?”

“Thank you for telling me. I really appreciate that you trust me so much. I'll do anything to help you, we'll get through this together. Is there anything I can do for you at the moment?”

“Please come over, I don't wanna sleep alone tonight.” Your voice was a bit weak from the crying, it was so quiet that James could barely hear you.

“Of course. Do you want me to stay on the phone till I get to your apartment?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright, I need to put on a jacket and shoes, and I'm basically ready to go. I should be at your place in around 10 minutes.” James without thinking was telling you everything he was doing, to keep you at peace, before finally arriving at your place and ending a call. When you opened the door and he saw your red face and puffy eyes, he couldn't help himself and gave you a hug. A hug that you wanted to feel for so long. It made you sob again. The feeling of safety James brought with him. You truly felt like you weren't alone and you weren't going to lose that battle.

#marvel #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral reader #agnst #hurt/comfort

[shirogane-oushirou]

AAAAAAAAAAA RO!!! BESTIE!!!! YOUR TAGS ARE DESTROYING ME RN /POS

I just had to send you an ask in response because oouughghghhhh... my feels... 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I actually never realized how much I look like Java until I put our faces next to each other on that moodboard!!! The resemblance between us is so uncanny - but maybe that's why they've been giving me such good gender vibes lately ☺️ Amber resembles me quite a bit as well according to another friend, which is awesome to hear as an aspiring non-human shapeshifting critter!! Seriously, I'm so thrilled that you guys see it, too!! My gender euphoria levels shot THROUGH THE ROOF when you told me that...!!!

YOUR COMPLIMENTS ON MY PHOTO TOO... *SNIFF*... 😭🫂💖 I really love how my glasses look on me!! Last time I went to the optometrist, I tried to pick frames that I felt suited me, and that happened to take me into the men's section!! My mom was a bit confused by it, but those frames spoke to me right away 🥰 I didn't care that they were supposed to be frames for prescription sunglasses!! Besides, my lenses tint in the sunlight anyway so 😎✨️✨️✨️

I saw the tags you left on my art comm too, and I SO AGREE WITH YOU. I TOTALLY GET IT. I have a ton of Rockstar gifs and screenshots saved to a folder, and I adore the shit outta them all, but... ever since I discovered my guy's gender identity, if he doesn't have scruffy facial hair or a fuzzy chest patch, or those soft, hairy limbs... or his precious top surgery scars that he's so proud of?? He feels kinda like a different Cookie to me LOL

Basically, if he ain't hairy, transmasc or genderfluid, then he ain't my husband 😌💖✨️✨️ I think my version of him really suits the voice he has in C.R.K too!! A rough, rugged old man with passion and energy to spare, but who's finally starting to settle down a bit, too... he's not quitting the rock scene, not by a long shot - but he is a bit more inclined to blow things off and disappear if Java needs him (or if he misses them enough ☺️💖). He's an absolute menace in such a playful way, and I'm so attached to him, honestly... my handsome rock beauty 🥰💖💖💖💖

AAAAAAAAAAANYWAYS. This has been my involuntary Rockstar Supremacy ted talk!! Thank you for attending since you had no choice 🤣 /lh

And as always, I appreciate your tags and comments on my stuff!! I get so happy and flappy when I see that you rbed my stuff cuz I get to read all your awesome thoughts, hehe 🤗✨️

♡• @rockstars-babe •♡

NO IT'S SO REAL THO!!!! i pogged when i saw your face next to java's akjsndfkjnsf like?????? oh they're LITERALLY just reffie ok ok ok LMAO. and i can definitely see you in amber too!!!! idk i just feel like your s/is fit you so clearly despite having such drastically different designs, it's Wild!!!

god, i really need to take that approach when i start looking into getting new frames sometime soon ;;; that's such a nice way of thinking about it. like. if you're going to put that much investment into something you're expecting to wear for a number of years straight, may as well get some that are cool as shit KJNDFKJN and have the most comfortable vibes, gender be damned.

it's so odd, bc i've mostly known rockstar through you, and 90% of the time it's been CRK rockstar... but as soon as you really 'discovered' him, it's like a switch flipped ksjndf. it just fits him so well!! and i'd especially trust that view from someone who knows as much about him as you clearly do, from all of your talk about the new game >:)

and the voice thing!!!!! that's so odd too!!!!! when i was doing that "give me a series and i'll find an f/o" ask game, i listened to a couple of his voice lines for curiosity's sake. and his voice was like... it felt like it could grow on me, but his visual image and his voice were just a little... out of sync? if that makes sense? they weren't quite lining up w each other. but as SOON as you posed the topless comm of him i was like :0 OH. THIS IS WHO THAT VOICE BELONGS TO. JKNASFKJN.

i love reading your gushes about him; you have SUCH passion for him and for everyone who makes up your cookie family with and around him. 😭 it's why i like to really consider what i say in the tags; i want to match that energy! and it's why i look forward to when YOU rb stuff!!! you put just as much passion into appreciating everyone else's ships!! you just have so much passion in general and it's something i admire about you 🥺🥺🥺

(though i would 100% be behind if you decided to not pressure yourself so much KJNSDKFJN ;; you're dealing with so much outside of selfshipping, and you should feel able to come on here and Just Chill without feeling like you have to put 200% effort into replies and tags ;w; )

#sorry if this is ramble-y i am very eepy and out of it KJSNDFKJN. #fr tho i've read this ask a number of times now and i get so happy seeing you express your love for your f/os. all of 'em. #you've put so much of yourself into your s/is and your f/os and the worlds they all inhabit; it's comforting to see how much love #you put in and how that mirrors all of that love back towards yourself! that's that Good Shit!!! 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 #idk ilu (/pl) and appreciate you so much and love seeing you around as you show your love for your beloveds!!!! 💕😊 #how many times can i say love in one tag KJANSD ;;; #📌 [ my posts. ] #[ asks. ] #[ oomfies ; reffie. ]

[ari4nee]

long ass chapter but i love reading long ones so i’m sorry! i wanted to set up a bit of gojo cuz i wanna do a plot with gojo, sukuna, and reader (get a bit of sukuna jealousy going). i’m gunna post the rest of the chapters i have on ao3 here as well.

also i’m trying to stay true to sukuna being not a great person at first. i love the soft sukuna fics but i just know this man would be an annoyance with a questionable attitude before opening up😭

Curse Me

Chapter 2:

Friday had rolled around faster than you wanted it to. You had dreaded the idea of going to the party suggested by Nobara earlier in the week. It wasn't so much the environment that stressed you as it was the thought of being around a bunch of college upperclassmen. Frankly the college party reputation wasn't a good one.

When lecture had ended, you hurried back to your apartment to stressfully put together an outfit. It had been months since you last had agreed to go out with everyone but you honestly liked your hermit lifestyle. I mean... You didn't know... maybe you were just trying to force yourself to enjoy the solitude. After all, you always did have a lot of fun when Yuji and Nobara managed to drag you out.

Your closet was filled with hoodies, leggings, sweats, and absolutely nothing you could excuse well enough to wear to a house party. The frustration appearing as a bead of sweat came across your forehead. 'This can not be this hard' you scolded yourself, ultimately deciding to leave the outfit as a later issue and begin doing your hair and make up.

Just as you found your focus - "your roommate is so much better than her weirdo twin" - a sudden voice startled you. Dropping your eyeliner pen with a scream, you to whip around to be face to face with Nobara.

"You're too spacey for your own good... someone might kidnap you one of these days", she adds wriggling her fingers and contorting her face into something odd looking. Before you say anything, Nobara reveals a cute black dress from her bag and lays it on your bed. You thank her, appreciating that she always manages to help you with fashion dilemmas.

You catch a glance at the clock behind her, 8pm it says. 'Damn it's getting late' you think looking back to see that Nobara is already heading out of your bedroom to wait for you in the living room.

"I'm going tell Maki to stop letting you in!" you yell, to which she replies, "yeah yeah put the dress on we gotta go."

The car ride took about 25 minutes from your apartment and during the small commute, it had already gotten dark outside. Nobara and Maki sat on either side of you. The girl on the left wore a black dress similar to yours with her brown hair tucked behind one of her ears. The girl on the right opted for black jeans and a cute tank top. Her green hair hung beautifully along her back as opposed to her normal ponytail and glasses combo. The three of you looked good and definitely felt good.

As the car pulled up to the already packed house, Maki put her hand on top of your anxious one as if to ease you. She was confident, and much like Megumi always took note of things that the others might miss.

Your roommate guided you and Nobara to the front door where the three of you were hastily greeted by an overexcited Yuji, an already unamused Megumi, and Satoru looming over the both of them like some lanky string bean. You exchanged greetings with your friends and turned to Satoru who you admittedly had not seen in a while.

Before you have time to react, the tall figure is pulling you in for a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you" he says muffled while swaying you side to side. His tone screamed that Megumi was most likely mad at him and he was trying to get some sort of positive approval.

You glance to the scowling raven haired boy as he says, "he pretended he was my boyfriend when a girl asked me where the bathroom was". "Don't be so mean Megumiiiii I was trying to help, you seemed so stressed", Satoru slurred, already intoxicated despite everyone in the group agreeing that he should probably quit drinking. Megumi's face turns red, "You called her a HOMEWRECKER and I'm stressed because of you, Gojo". All you can let out is a hearty laugh as Satoru lets you go and cowardly stumbles into the next room. Hopefully with Satoru distracted Megumi can wind down and have some fun.

Peering around you notice that the house is crowded. There are a lot more unfamiliar people than you expected but you push the thought away because tonight was about having fun.

Wasting no time, Yuji and Nobara had dragged you over to the drinks and begun their own competition of sort. Everytime Megumi scowls at Satoru, you have to take a shot. (This will end in someone passed out on the floor). "You know he's not always miserable, you guys are going to give him premature grey hairs". The liquid courage had finally caught up to you as you down another drink.

After a few hours had passed and Nobara had dared Yuji to yet another drinking game, you decided to slip away. "Hey I have to use the washroom I'll be back", you shouted to your three friends and turned to maneuver your way through people towards the bathroom.

The flashing lights and boom of the music was overstimulating for your now slightly intoxicated state, but you were happy to finally be able to let some of your shyness disappear for the night.

Making your way upstairs, you kept your eyes embarrassingly low to the floor. There were couples making out all over the place and you didn't want to accidentally catch something that would make you uncomfortable.

That's when you came to a firm halt against someone's body as they exited the room you intended to head into. "Ow", you said stepping back looking up to make contact with the last person you had expected to see here. "Do you ever watch where your going or do you enjoy making yourself an inconvenience?" Sukuna grumbled, taking his right hand to slick his hair out of his face while gazing at you in disgust.

"You're the one that keeps hurting me you know", you say bolder than you intended. The height difference between you two made it feel like he was burning holes in the top of your skull.

"Oh so you do speak. I was beginning to think you were slow with how you could only speak to my brat of a brother", he growled.

It was weird seeing him outside of their house where he normally sported just sweats and lean muscles. He was dressed in a black hoodie that was just perfectly oversized sporting a logo you had never heard of. His tattoo's peaked through the collar and wrist bands of his hoodie as he moved his arm away from his hair. He wore black jeans with a rip in the knee that only slightly hugged his muscular legs, a silver chain that draped down his right thigh and battered pair of white shoes on his feet. The outfit was simple but screamed of obnoxiousness.

"Why are you here?" you drunkenly blurt out in response to his rude comment but immediately turn red.

You've barely ever spoken to him since you guys got older and this wasn't even your party to be asking him such a daring question. Come to think of it, Yuji did mention Sukuna went to college but you never knew where. This could have been his party for all you knew. Shit.

At this point you couldn't tell if the man before you would kill you for how you spoke to him. You were his bratty little brothers friend but considering how you'd fall into yourself with shyness anytime he so much as gazed in your direction, you thought maybe he'd excuse it. You really didn't want to have your own personal story about Sukuna emotionally terrorizing you too. Yuji was stronger than you in that regard.

Sukuna let his eyes trace your body before scoffing, "God you're fucking annoying". With one swift movement he harshly shoved past you to rejoin his friends. "He's such a fucking asshole", you murmur under your breath before using the bathroom and then going back to scout out your group.

Yuji and Nobara were continuing to drink each other to death. Satoru had himself placed in between a group of people, once again muttering on about 'kfc' and 'why Suguru couldn't just pick him'. Much to your surprise Megumi was sitting on the floor beside Maki and some of her friends. His cheeks as flushed as cherries laughing at Satoru's inability to move on from his ex. You mentally noted that Megumi seemed lighter - happier.

"I just saw your demon of a brother. I never thought he was willing enough to get off his throne and converse with us mere humans", you say approaching Yuji and his eyes widen thinking of whatever poor interaction could have happened with his moody brother and his best friend.

"Ugh yeah, I'm sorry, he comes to these parties a lot. He's friends with some of the older students as well... but I'm surprised he's here while Satoru is. Sukuna despises the fact that he always comes in second to that guy in all of their classes." You don't know why but you were surprised to hear that Sukuna went to the same college as everyone else, and even more so that he was so good at his studies; considering everything about him that seemed so delinquent-like. "Ughhhhh" he groans louder, "he usually brings girls home and I swear he's loud with them on purpose".

From where you're standing in the kitchen, both you and Yuji notice Sukuna in a room parallel to Satoru, with his hands ever so possessively wrapped around a girl.

A weird feeling shot through your body. There was something odd about having a crush on your friends older brother for years, and then when you finally talk to him, he's an asshole. But it's not like you didn't know he was an asshole, just some delusional fantasy of yours hoped he'd at least choke out something nice; but he barely does that even for Yuji anymore.

"I told you it's like he lives in my head and tries to do anything to gross me out. It's so traumatic", Yuji quickly flips him off before his brother notices and goes back to the game of beer pong he's playing with Nobara.

Your eyes stayed locked on the older Itadori brother as he towered over the smaller girl, eventually leaning in to kiss her. His jawline was sharp and every movement towards her seemed like it was routine. You wondered what it would feel like if you were in her place. If somehow, he walked up to you and confessed that all this time, he had noticed your growing body along with his. Confessed that when you weren't looking, he stole glances of the way your clothes fit you just right. That the reason he never joined you and Yuji in your endeavours was because he was too nervous and couldn't bring himself to confess to you. You let your mind wander, thinking about what Yuji said about the girls being loud and what it would feel like to be devoured by him.

But that was just fantasy.

You grabbed a shot that was waiting patiently on the counter that Yuji had poured for himself and swallowed it fast. 'I can't be thinking about that kind of stuff. He's your best friend that's weird', you thought hoping that the liquid would numb your mind of Sukuna.

Yuji wasn't stupid but he was none the wiser to your on and off crush on his brother. Thankfully, Sukuna's appearances in front of the both of you where he actually interacted saved you most of the time; so Yuji always chalked your awkwardness in front of him to your usual lack of social interest.

You couldn't help turn around to catch one more glance before you joined Megumi and the others. After all, it was weird seeing him in the wild. "He's an asshole-' your thoughts cut off when you notice Sukuna's eyes locked with yours, his hands paused dangerously close to being completely underneath the girls shirt.

'Time to go', you interjected yourself spinning around and rushing into the living room where Satoru held everyone's attention (this was his goal).

Satoru sported a pair of circular sunglasses that he rarely took off, unless of course, when he was purposefully trying to show off his ocean blue eyes and beautifully long white eyelashes. You weren't close enough with him to know if he was fibbing about having sensitive eyes but Megumi never teased him about it, so you settled that it wasn't him just being weird.

His shaggy white hair fell gracefully just above his eyes; Satoru was attractive in his own right.

He stood at 6'3 and his limbs, while lanky, carried firm muscles that you could only assume he'd been carving for years. His face was chiseled but soft at the same time - he never seemed to get angry. If Sukuna was a demon, Satoru was an angel.

The white haired boy cooed your name as you entered the room, shuffling on the couch to make room for you to sit. "What's going on over here?", you asked cutely while taking your spot beside the older boy. Megumi with flushed cheeks began to giggle, surprised as if he had meant to hold it in and keep his calm and cool composure. "Suguru is here" he mouthed at you pointing behind him to a crowd of people. Ahhh that's why Satoru was drunkenly blubbering. You chose not to say anything as to not trigger anymore emotional responses from the boy you sat beside, but instead placed your head on his shoulder as a sign of comfort. He played with your hair in response. Satoru was quite easy to get comfortable with.

Yuji and Nobara had soon followed you into the crowded living room where only your group sat in the midst of the intoxicated dancing. If you were sober you'd realize how silly it all looked but as of right now, you were impressed that everyone was suddenly so good.

"You guys are bumming me out get upppppp", Nobara whined grabbing Maki's hand pulling her upright, followed by Megumi, then Toge, then you, and last Satoru.

You danced for a while until your head grew hot and you couldn't help but wonder if Sukuna had already left with that girl.

Satoru had found himself entangled with some classmate, dumping his emotional constipation into making out with her against a wall. Megumi once told you that despite seeming like a player, Satoru rarely ever had others over. As much as they joked, the breakup left him with a lot of scars that even he struggled to pull from his mentor.

The others seemed distracted enough that you could slip away unnoticed for some fresh air. The back door wasn't far from the living room so you carefully stepped outside to be greeted by two people smoking, one passed out on the ground, and none other than Yuji's older brother sprawled out on a lawn chair like an entitled cat scrolling through his phone.

'He's still here?' you questioned to yourself, contemplating turning back into the house. 'He's usually peacocking around places like he owns it, why is he chilling here?'. Just as you grabbed the sliding door handle, Sukuna called your name without looking up from the device. You didn't move closer to him and you didn't respond. The alcohol in your system had begun to disappear and with that, came the resurgence of your social anxiety.

"Would you fucking come here", he added with a sigh. The couple smoking giving you a concerned look before disappearing into the party once again. You moved towards him and sat down on the lawn chair across from his tall body. You felt awkward to say the least - although you really shouldn't. There was a time where he didn't cause you to lose your words or blush when you saw his bare chest as he exited the shower. There was a time where he was just Yuji's brother.

"Caught you staring at me earlier" he said deadpan. You sat silently watching his hands enter his pocket and pull out a cigarette. His long, slender fingers held the smoke in front of his mouth as he slowly ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them.

"I was just surprised to see you here, nothing else", quietly implying that you had no interest in the conversation at hand, or his antics with the girl. He smirked and lit the cigarette drawing in a long inhale of smoke.

You couldn't help but notice how attractive he was in the moonlight. Something always seemed so dangerously off limits about him but your anxiety and the fact that your best friend would kill you, always halted you in your tracks whenever you thought about him like this.

"This is my school and my friends party, why wouldn't I be here, sweetheart?", his words were kinder than before yet he still spoke to you like you were a bother to him. Like the great King Sukuna had better things to be doing even though he was the one to call you over after you ran into him. He took another long drag of the cigarette before it had run out completely.

Little to your knowledge, he had always known you to be like this - never saying more than you needed to him and blushing whenever he looked at you to say hi. He had caught you multiple times staring at his body like an excited school girl when he strutted out of the shower knowing you were watching. As you got older, he took note of how skittish you were around him. Partially because of his own carelessness with his reputation and also because he knew you had begun to notice him.

He didn't care too much to do anything because he knew he wasn't secretly in love with you or something stupid like that, but seeing that bastard Gojo with his hand in your hair angered him. You had been coming around his house for the longest time and were friends with his brother. Therefore by extension, you were his, even if he had no intention of ever caring about you.

"Like what you saw?", he teased referencing to what he was doing when you were eyeing him earlier that night. You felt your cheeks burn but you didn't reply and a sly grin tugged at his lips, "how cute".

His pink hair seemed softer in this lighting but his facial features remained hard as ever. He licked his plump lips again as he grabbed your jaw harshly, "you really do look good tonight". His eyes watched for your reaction to the sudden display that was so out of character for his usual mean self. However, he was still being mean, just in a way you weren't used to.

You just wanted to go back inside, maybe take some more shots with the others, and sink into the couch to disappear from his gaze. You always much preferred when you were able to admire him from afar or where his attention wasn't solely directed onto you. Your frustration built up in your face as the person you had grown up with humiliated you so easily.

"What's got you acting so kind? Weren't you just giving me shit upstairs you ass", you asked with a rather snarky tone.

"Watch yourself", he squeezed your jaw a little harder eyeing you as if he was studying your face for the first time ever. Something in his eyes gave away that he was pleased. A ding erupted from his phone and his gaze lowered to see that the girl from earlier had been rapidly texting him that she was ready to leave.

Sukuna stood up and walked to the door of the house, "don't stutter yourself to death trying to act like you can have an attitude with me just because you know me". He brushed his shaggy pink hair hair out of his face with a scowl and then left.

You joined your friends once again, checking the clock to see that it was only 1:30am and sighing because these parties usually lasted a lot longer.

Plopping yourself down on the couch, you took note of how the cushions hugged around your body. The few shots you had just taken warmed you up from being outside in a dress but the goosebumps on your legs persisted.

Gritting your teeth, you wanted to tell Yuji his brother was a freak and that you hated him so much; but at the same time you had been so drawn to him that the way he gripped your jaw made you feel good.

It didn't take long for Nobara to pull you off the cushions drunkenly mumbling about how it was a party and you couldn't just sit on the couch all night. Yuji was dancing so horrendously bad it made Megumi laugh the most genuine laugh you had heard from him in a while. Grabbing Nobara's hand, you joined in on the dancing and allowed your mind to be free of whatever the hell that was.

At some point while you were gone, Satoru had pried himself away from the girl he was with and stumbled back over to Megumi. His cheeks flushed vibrantly contrasting his pale skin and white hair. Sunglasses laying a top his head, occasionally having to pick them back up whenever they'd fall because of the aggressiveness of his dancing.

You searched for more familiar faces but deduced that Maki had probably went home with Toge. Those two never had a desire to stick around late the way the others did. This was confirmed when you noticed a text 30 minutes ago from Maki that said "see you later. get home safe xo".

When it was objectively late enough, the group left the party and made their way back to Yuji's as he was the closest to your current location. The walk was filled with laughter, stupid attempts to trip one another, and horrible outbursts of their favourite songs. You were sure the neighbours would complain.

About halfway there, Satoru slipped away to go home but insisted Megumi not worry about him and go have fun with the rest of us. He waved his phone implying that if anyone needed anything, you could always call. Normally, Megumi would protest at Satoru's clumsiness or likeliness to get himself into trouble and head home as well. But this time, Megumi caught a familiar sad glimpse in Satoru's face that meant he wanted to be alone and that he was ok. You caught this as well but decided not to ask about the relationship that seemed to damage this otherwise carefree person so badly.

Emotionally and academically, he was the strongest of all of you, but something behind his angel complexion and gentle eyes screamed that he was hurting. You chuckled to yourself thinking about how everyone in this little group of yours had some pain they couldn't escape from. Maybe that's why we all found it so easy to be around each other? In a morbid way, you all understood how truly fucked up life was.

The silence of Yuji's house was broken by four drunk college students laughing and whispering in a way that was actually yelling. You were the first to make yourself a snack, screaming at Yuji to make his own when he took the food from you. Nobara laughed and punched his arm as he followed in pursuit of Megumi who was busy setting up a sleeping spot for you all in the basement. Leaving you and Nobara smiling to each other in the kitchen while you made another meal.

You hugged her and smiled, "I'm glad I came out". She gave you a few thanks for joining them and complimented how 'stunning you looked in that dress all night'. After exchanging a few words and changing into some clothes Yuji set out, Nobara tiredly joined the boys in the basement to crash.

You stayed sitting at the kitchen island for a moment thinking about everything that had happened until the voices from downstairs faded into nothing but an occasional snore.

The house was dark enough that you didn't notice Sukuna creep up behind you, let alone even leave his room. His tall figure was leaned up against the kitchen island staring at you intently until you noticed his presence. As you turned around, you let out a yelp, heart pounding out of your chest from being startled, "will I ever run into you in a peaceful way?".

His hair fell over his forehead still damp from the shower he had taken. Even with no shirt on, he smelled strongly of clean laundry, soap, and spice. His sweats complimented the way his waist tapered inwards just to expand again at the muscle of his legs. 'He definitely developed more muscles this year', you thought to yourself keeping your gaze from meeting his firm chest and the slightly protruding abs on his stomach. He tapped the counter with his index finger chucking to himself at the way you avoided looking at his body.

"Are you allergic to shirts?", you ask while he looks down at himself, satisfied with the work he had put into looking like this. “I have nothing to hide why would I care?"

‘God he's so cocky it's obnoxious.’

You didn't reply. You already knew how he thought of himself as some Greek God waiting to be worshipped. How he genuinely felt no shame in the way he thought he was better than everyone else. A comment from you would just stroke his already enormous ego. While a part of it irked you, it would be a lie to say you didn't find his unapologetic narcissism attractive. He never had a second thought about doing whatever he wanted to.

Sukuna’s glowing red eyes travelled up and down your body; eyeing the curves emphasized by the dress you had on. You could tell he shamelessly enjoyed this image in comparison to the overly large clothes you normally wear when coming over.

"Don't you have that girl to go bother?" Your voice was quiet. You wanted to collapse into yourself because he was blocking the exit to the kitchen and your only escape back to the comfort of your friends. You thought maybe you screwed up somehow? This amount of attention from Yuji's older brother was unheard of, especially regarding you. What did you do to get so high on his radar? Why was he all of the sudden looking at you with an unfamiliar hunger?

"Kicked her out hours ago", he shrugged glancing to his room where a soft light was glowing from underneath the door, taunting you. He turned back to you with a stupid smirk, "wanna see?". Sukuna didn’t move for a moment while watching you mentally squirm under his words.

"I'm okay", you said while trying to hide the faint shade of pink creep along your cheeks. Unsure of how to navigate these new interactions, you aired on the side of caution while talking to him. He seemed more menacing than usual tonight, which said a lot, and your thoughts consistently bounced between intimidated and the crush you once had. (Maybe still had). The eery glow coming from his room and the way his large body casted a shadow on the ground unsettled you, yet the silence continued. His eyes watched you carefully, possibly offended by your refusal but too proud to let it show.

With most girls, if Sukuna had sensed any sort of hesitation in their ‘no’, or saw their eyes sheepishly dart to his bedroom, he would have already pushed himself against them and begun to take what he knew was already his. He’d usually make those girls regret trying to suppress the fleeting look of desire for him that left their face as quickly as it appeared; the same look you had just given him. All consensual, just some needed a little reassurance that he wouldn’t break their heart, which he’d eventually do anyway just from getting bored.

He contemplated what would happen if he did it now. Not giving you enough to pleasure you but enough to tease you until you were hot and gave into his request. Following him into his room like a drooling puppy all too willing to get her treat. But he wanted to savour this one, it was more fun to watch them crumble over time anyways. And you being a family friend made his usual playboy manners towards women more difficult.

Sukuna scoffed and turned around to head back towards his room, leaving you confused at his sudden displays of attention. You watched him open the door and his frame become engulfed in a soft red LED light. You couldn’t see inside but you wondered how much his space had changed since you last saw it as children? He didn’t face you again before closing the door and muttering, "call me if you can't sleep, sweetheart”.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #big brother sukuna #jjk x reader

[rosyronkey]

what’s your favorite s4 headcanon? like what hannibal and will would’ve done, if they even survived the fall, maybe their first date etc go crazy bestie

okay i think i should state that i don't think they survived the fall. the beautiful irony/imagery there, the culmination of years of pining on both sides, the vulnerability they felt, everything about them dying together, arm in arm, at the bottom of the sea is beautiful in ways i can't put into words. it's a perfect ending for their characters, but also leaves no room for more growth cuz,,,, they're dead?

but like yeah i want more of them obviously???

my favorite one i've seen/added onto is where will lovingly nurses hannibal back to health after tending to his own wounds over weeks at sea. they don't talk much, mostly because they're too battered to speak, but they share a lot of meaningful looks and soft touches and quiet mornings together with nothing to do except stare at each other. then when hannibal is back to full health, will jumps him and they fight.

theres so much unresolved in their relationship that i think will wouldn't let hannibal go with just an apology. he beats him up, slamming him into the cabinets, not giving him a second to fight back, and hannibal takes all of it willingly. maybe some crying on will's part, a kind of broken "hurting me didn't seem to bother you before this", but hannibal never, the entire time, even with blood streaming down his face and wounds reopening and sound of heartbreak echoing in his ears, fights back. will stops eventually, still probably crying (i as a man who cries too much need more men who also cry too much) holding hannibal, slowly moving them into an embrace. it's close to an apology, and more than either of them think they deserve. i also think that's their first kiss. sticky from blood and breakfast, salty from each other tears, completely, unhealthly devoted.

they move to somewhere in europe, too cold for will's liking and too vacant of culture for hannibal's. it's a compromise in all ways, because they can't live together, can't live without each other. a lot of their time is spent talking, usually several feet apart, and only feel they can touch late at night. hannibal sees their embrace before the fall, and everything after, as a moment of haziness for will, and something he regrets. he believes that will doesn't love him, and i believe will ever says the words, either.

hannibal kills a few times, but without recognizition and without a reason to, he stops. he feels uprooted, and without a muse. will internally wouldn't mind killing again, but has so much internal conflict about what that would do to their relationship and worry about if hannibal would think he's good enough, so he never brings it up.

the only time frame i see them working things out is after months maybe, or even years. they know that they are each other's only true partners, sure, but both are so worried about being good for each other (while ignoring the fact that their darkness is something they love about each other.)

HOPEFULLY IM MISINTERPRETING THEM LMAO

#westley thinks #ask

[jinn-mori]

7 and 33 for the ask game??❤️❤️

Hell yeah, dude.

7 - Great Vacation by Dirt Poor Robins

As for any scenarios, I can see this being the sort of song you'd hear playing when a character meets their fate but goes down swinging. Either that or it's a character starting on a downward spiral.

For characters, this song gives me a lot of Gin vibes because in a way Gin did meet his fate but went down trying to murder Aizen. Also, for some reason it reminds me of both The Collector and Eda from The Owl House. Maybe because The Collector is the fate that the characters meet and that Eda was ready to let herself die during the Eda's Requiem scene because she felt that keeping herself and the curse alive would only hurt those around her. Also, Zeref gets snuck in here because he's technically both ends of the spectrum (another reason God!Zeref shouldn't have been a pretty magical boy).

To talk about my OCs again, this song is something I associate with Illios once he confronts the source of his trauma. It's basically a 'because you took everything away from me, you now have nothing to control me with' type of development.

And to talk about one of my fanfics, this song vibes just right with how Ichigo is eventually going to end up in A Hollow Crown. Not the dying bit, but the reason that this is a song that gives me Collector vibes. Also, this is a song that goes well with Acnologia in Demons x Dragonslayers on the rare occasions my boi gets serious.

33 - Lone Sojourner from Genshin Impact

Oh be still my beating heart! This is probably one of my favorite pieces of Genshin's non-combat OSTs. To get it out of the way, this is definitely a Diluc song given it plays at the Dawn Winery. This song also reminds me of Starrk (maybe cuz he and Diluc have similar vibes to me).

With my OCs, allow me to inject a short drabble~

Soleil took a long look over the place that was once his home. Unknowingly, his fingers traced the scar that marked an otherwise unremarkable face. It went from the corner of his lip to area connecting his ear and lower jaw, increasing in size as it went along. It was almost as if someone had unzipped his skin.

There was a large manor, the one he once thought of as home. But that place was no longer a home. It was there his sister's horrid excuse of a husband - Josef Verdemal - had snuck his way in like a parasite, draining and leeching his sister of her will bit by bit. And when Soleil found out... well, scars usually don't have happy stories to them. But Josef was dead, Soleil made sure of that.

"What're you up so late for, Sunshine?" Soleil turned to see Mars with a ghost of a grin on his face. The other was tall, about 7 feet, with messy purple-red hair similar to the grapes for wine and pallid gray skin like a corpse. The style of his hair, a wolf cut, combined with his hourglass figure gave him a sort of androgynous quality.

"Couldn't sleep. Just yesterday, I killed a man for the first time." Soleil looked up, soft brown eyes pleading with the other man for a solution to his present problem, though it was hard to find a shred of empathy in those vulpine pale green eyes, weighed down with eye bags of a blackish color.

"I'm not sure how I do it without feeling anything over it. I've heard people say they feel disgusted by it, some regretting it, and others just get consumed by whatever emotion drove them to kill in the first place." Mars sighed, resting his arms on the railing of the ship. He gave a small, tired grin to Soleil before slinging an arm over the other's shoulder, pulling Soleil close. Some of Soleil's hair had flown into Mars' face, the golden locks having the dhampir pull back as he tried to distance his mouth from Soleil's hair.

"YUCK! You really gotta cut that mane of yours, Soleil. But, it's good you feel something over killing that bastard. Feelings like those keep people in line and society running smoothly."

Soleil looked at his hair. It was getting rather long and the routine to style it how he liked ate away at morning time that could be spent on things much more productive.

As he ran his fingers through it, he couldn't help but think of his sister. Well, that battle had been won and now Soleil needed to move on. It would take a while, but he'd start with something small.

Like a haircut.

#ask game #did I ramble about my ocs? yes #did i make a drabble? also yes #fairy tail #bleach

[crowscrafts707]

I don't make a lot of posts on here but can I just say-what in the fresh mother of fuck happened to fandoms lately??? Like I mind my business and it's in one ear and out the other, but it seems like people are going absolutely apeshit these days,,, what happened to headcanons? Tf happened to people seeing something they don't like and simply just "huh well ill move on with my life cuz I don't like this character/that person's version and not interact"

Now if you share smth about a character it's like kids freak out and send a witchhunt after you. What happened to fun??? Does anyone remember that?? Having 100s of AUs for everything because if it didn't happen in canon you could just...write/draw whatever you wanted???

I keep seeing people getting attacked over LGBTQIA+ headcanons and people threatening them cuz "tHaTs nOt cAnOn FuCk yOu" and it's atrocious. Yall know the block button is there for a reason??

The internet is your Oyster and yall keep eating the buffet food that yall actively DONT LIKE. curate it how you want. The more hate comments that you send the more you're gonna see that content broski, just choose the not interested option, block, and move on, it's truly not that serious

Also don't freak out over someone else's opinion on a character? Let people enjoy themselves.

Idk maybe I'm just old school and frankly don't care that much about character takes, but making posts about how a character can ONLY be this way and then they lose their mind and start threatening and sending hate when someone else thinks differently.

Like they're fictional bro, they can be anything. Turn them into fucking Shrek if you want to, you have the power, and it's not that serious. So long as it's not an ethnic stereotype, some type of erasure, or that line of shit, who cares.

Make your headcanons, do your fanfics and fanart. And if you see something you don't like-just don't interact???

I wonder if people actually enjoy media sometimes or if they're just using it as an excuse to troll and spread hate. Like do you ever take the stick from out of your man or are you chronically online sitting in your desk chair. Is it fused with your asscrack, have you never felt joy since you shoved the stick up there? Were you born a bitter bitch or did someone else's headcanon character come into your house and hold you hostage?

Long winded rant thing but yeah people need to chill. Another note I'd like to add, cuz this is sort of related to posts I've seen-i saw someone say that 1 character can be trans because he's like...macho masc and shit, but then character 2 can't because character 2 doesn't make masculinity his whole personality and is "too soft" basically. They make character 2 cis, agender, transfem, literally everything else but oh no don't ever make character 2 trans because hEs nOt mAn eNoUgH basically.

which is WILD to me, that's some serious deep rooted gender roles you're projecting brother, but sure. Thing is tho, I blocked and moved on and now it's in one ear and out the other, which I think is smth a lot of people need to do now instead of sending hate threats over FICTIONAL THINGS

Anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk have a great day

#rant #opinions #fictional #character rant #i still dont get it tbh #im rolling over that one person tho #they genuinely got angry over a male character being thought of as trans male cuz hes too SOFT and relaxed #im sorry let me just make him eat nails and lift a car rq

[trustschaos]

✭ thread ✩ cont. ✭

back leaning against the ledge of her desk,   blue eyes furrowing in deep focus as she listens to lauren intently.   it’s as if every word leaves a mark on her,  as if lauren’s fears,  lauren’s remorse,   &   all of her hurt just absorbs itself into herself.  jaw tightening in response, every single muscle of her body contracting until they pulsate aggressively.  each passing sentence manages to trigger old memories of her’s from different stages of her life — then, words hit her like a ton of bricks ... am i really a bully?  blue eyes widen in response,  a sharp exhale through her nose whilst she lets her thoughts linger on the words of lauren’s question. 

“   lauren...   ”   voice velvet smooth,  she stands straight once more whilst one hand trails up,  palm resting against lauren’s face as the other rests lazily across her shoulders.   “   the only time i’ve seen you bully anyone was because they asked for it ... and yes,  that person would be .... me.   ”   a soft flush on her face as her own words triggers a very vivid recollection of the alleged bullying in reference. 

“   but in all seriousness —— you’re not a bully, lauren.   i know bullies   — hell, i’ve even been bullied so i know a thing or two about bullies ...   ”   fingers run across the outlines of her face,  thumb brushing gently against the prominence of her cheeks,  fingers trailing along the path of her jawline.   “   bullies kick, bruise,  ‘n batter the weak — the oppressed — you ... you — you empower.   i’ve seen you empower patients who didn’t even wanna defend themselves ‘cuz they felt so powerless.   i’ve seen you fight for the underdog — lauren.  having a temper, being impatient isn’t a crime & it certainly doesn’t make you a bully.   ”

lauren feels like she's been walking on eggshells lately. maybe she doesn't need to... maybe things should be fine now that they've talked everything out... but it's not. there's still the unshakable feeling that she's balancing on a tightrope that's fraying on both ends, threatening to leave her in a free fall. again.

she doesn't know if she can take that.

she doesn't know if they can take that.

arms cross over her chest, breath trembling as she meets @fatalelity's gaze. it's just for a second, then lauren's looking down again... but it's something, right? and as she listens to addison speaking she actually feels a little lighter. she feels like balancing isn't quite so precarious, even if it only lasts for a moment.

the gentle hand on her cheek prompts eyes to lift again, something incredulous running deep as she swallows hard.

lauren's jaw trembles as her wife continues on, leaving no room for argument or interruption, a familiar softness behind words that are so incredibly solid. firm, confident, loving.

even after everything they've been through lately, there's a voice in the back of her head that insists she doesn't deserve it. it insists that addison's wrong... but before long the reassurance is impossible to argue with. it encompasses her like a warm blanket that feels like home.

"i was a bully," lauren murmurs quietly, shaking her head, "when i was younger." the clarification comes with the brief shift of her gaze downward then back up. "i was mean. i was — i was awful, addison. i didn't have any control at home... it felt powerful. i know everyone hated me," she sniffles, laughing humorlessly, "they put up with me 'cuz jeanie encouraged wild parties with no restrictions or anything... and that only made it worse. it made me worse."

eyes shut as she tries to hold herself together. "i've been terrified ever since that i can't let that part of me go... i've been terrified that it's who i really am." a soft sob breaks loose as she opens her eyes again, "you promise you mean all of that?"

#fatalelity #✩ ⁝ not a single working pen ✭ writing ⁝ ✩ #✩ ⁝ in character ✭ thread: fatalelity​ 033 ⁝ ✩ #✩ ⁝ stormy seas to peaceful shores ✭ new amsterdam / main ⁝ ✩ #✩ ⁝ who says i deserve fair? ✭ season four ⁝ ✩ #oh i have feelings #but i watched this episode again for the first time and my mind immediately went 'ok reply to the montbloom thing' so here i am #idk how i feel abt the mainverse tag but hhhh