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theflowerrooms · 9 months

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hi petal! i've got an idea if you're still looking for requests c:

-imagine the squad goes camping but there was a miscommunication/error in booking and steve ends up having to room with eddie & the reader.

-he's already annoyed about having to third wheel but also bc he knows theyre always going at it.

-one night, he went to bed earlier than the group.

-by the time eddie & reader get to bed, they assume he's fast asleep but they were kinda loud coming into the cabin so he stirs awake.

-once they're in bed, they start messin around and eventually have sex, not caring about how loud their being bc they still think steve is asleep when really he's wide awake like O.O

(i'll leave it up to you whether or not steve gets himself off to them doin it but part of me feels like he has a voyeurism kink heehehe)

to request • eddie’s masterlist • steve’s masterlist • main

Wide Awake

Eddie Munson x Reader, x Steve Harrington (slight)

Summary: on a trip with friends, Steve ends up rooming with Eddie and you, the token sex addicts as he’s lovingly called you. He goes to bed early and you and Eddie calling soon after, thinking he’s fast asleep when you two start messing around

I seriously loved writing this so much! Thank you for the request! I’m a big fan of Steddie x reader and I’ve really been wanting to write more with Stevie <3 thank you! Love, Petal

wordcount: 2k

Warnings: smut, slight dubious consent, swearing, penetrative sex, voyeurism (Steve can hear reader and Eddie going at it), exhibitionism (Eddie and reader are definitely getting off on it, praise, slight humiliation?

He should’ve been the one to call and book the rooms. Maybe then they would’ve gotten four rooms with one bed each instead of two rooms with two beds each. Steve glared at you and Eddie across the fire pit, cozied together. Your face was buried into Eddie’s neck as you laughed at something Robin said. He didn’t hate you or Eddie, in fact, he loved you both immensely, his best friends. What he hated was the fact that you were always on each other. A constant reminder of how he was alone when the two of you looked happier than anyone had been before. It didn’t help that Steve had a thing for the both of you before you started dating.

Steve watched as Eddie’s hand slipped from your waist to your thigh, gripping it tightly and pulling you closer to him. He watched as your lips found Eddie’s pulse point, leaving nothing more than a gentle kiss, but it was enough to let Steve know you two were about to be interested in more than friendly kisses and lingering touches.

That was his cue to leave, go to bed and fall asleep before he got stuck listening to you two go at it.

He said his goodnights to everyone and all but ran to the room he’d soon be sharing with you and Eddie. His bed was cold and comfortable, but he was bitter and annoyed, and the cold only reminded him that there was nobody else to warm his bed with him. He hadn’t laid there long before he’d almost fallen asleep, resting on his side and blanket up to his chin as he faced the wall. His drowsiness was quick to leave him when he heard the door swing open and close.

"Shh- shut up, Steve's sleepin'." He heard you giggle, Eddie giggling in response. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile at your tipsy laughs, you sounded like you'd each been drinking. He knew it hadn't been more than a beer each; You and Eddie were just drunk on each other.

He heard Eddie's heavy footsteps as you led him over to the bed. He could hear you both falling onto the mattress and he was immediately grateful that the beds weren't squeaky, so at least he'd not have to listen to that.

He listened to you giggle and Eddie shush you. "Keep your pretty mouth shut, don't wanna wake up Steve." Eddie rasped. Steve could tell by his playful tone that he didn't really care if they woke him up or not.

The room soon filled with the sounds of you and Eddie kissing, clearly sloppy and rushed. Steve's face started to heat up with a deep blush that he was too embarrassed to acknowledge. And as your breath started to grow heavy with a soft sigh against Eddie's lips, Steve began to consider that maybe being stuck in a room with you and Eddie wasn't such a bad thing.

"Get this off baby." Eddie mumbled, mouthing breathily at your neck. You whispered something that Steve couldn't really hear, but he did hear his name. "Baby, it's fine, we'll be real quiet. If Harrington wakes up he can deal, or go sleep with the girls, it's fine." Eddie assured you, pecking kisses over his shoulder. Steve wanted to be irritated with Eddie for not caring to respect that maybe Steve didn't want to chance hearing you both fuck, but… Steve wasn't so mad about it, more excited than he was able to admit. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about Eddie and you like that before. He wasn't upset that he'd get to hear it this time.

Eddie was quick to help you get your shirt off. Steve could hear him kiss down the column of your chest, hear your shirt drop to the floor and he could even hear the zipper of your shorts before they hit the floor too.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” Eddie groaned under his breath. Steve had to stop himself from turning to look for himself. He’d never seen you wearing less than a bikini, but that was enough for him to imagine. He didn’t have to see you to know that he already agreed.

Eddie kissed your sternum and unclasped your bra, letting you slide it off yourself as he let his hand fall to your cunt, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your panties. “Eddie, please.” You tried to whisper, but the unsteady and loud whimper that followed your words defeated the purpose of you whispering in the first place.

Your voice was darker, so sweet and needy, and that was it before Steve could feel him growing hard in his sweatpants. He heard Eddie’s taunting laugh and more whimpers from you that got him fully hard. He desperately wanted to turn and look at you, to reach down and palm himself, but he wouldn’t.

“Gonna let me taste you baby?” Eddie rasped, leaving more wet kisses on your stomach as he slid your underwear down your legs. Steve felt conflicted. He was excited at the possibility of getting to hear Eddie go down on you, frustrated that he couldn’t watch, and jealous that he didn’t get to have his mouth on you. Or even have Eddie’s mouth on himself.

You tugged Eddie’s hair to pull him up closer to you, and the groan he let out made Steve’s cock twitch. “Not right now, need you so bad, please.” Your voice shook and Steve exhaled, careful not to be too loud. He heard Eddie’s shirt hit the floor, then the zipper of his jeans. Steve wondered if he was stripping himself, or if you were helping him.

He stopped thinking about that the second he heard you gasp and sigh. He couldn’t be sure as he wasn’t able to see, but he imagined Eddie pushing his cock into you, bottoming out. He wondered how wet you were, and how deep Eddie was inside of you. He wanted to see so bad, but he was grateful to be able to hear the soft sounds you let out.

“Jesus… how are you always so fuckin’ tight? Feel so good angel.” Eddie’s voice was shakey, keeping his voice down for Steve’s sake. Unbeknownst to you both, Steve desperately wanted Eddie to speak up, wanted you to let yourself be louder.

As Eddie started moving faster in and out of you, you both stopped paying much attention to your volume. Eddie breathed heavily, and quiet moans were pushed out of your lips with each thrust of his cock. Steve could even hear your cunt, hearing just how soaking wet Eddie made you.

Steve’s cock was aching against his pants, and he just had to do something. Obviously he couldn’t jerk off right there: You’d stop if you knew he was listening. He shifted so that instead of laying on his side, he was on his stomach, giving him the perfect opportunity to press his hips against the mattress. He could gain some friction and alleviate some of the pressure from being so hard and not being able to do anything about it.

He nearly cursed at himself, the noise of him moving alerted you and Eddie. You both stopped, looking over at him to gauge whether or not he was awake. After a few moments of tense silence, Eddie started fucking you again, harder than before and catching you off guard. You whined, so loud and beautiful, and Steve couldn’t help but rhythmically roll his hips into the mattress. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself quiet.

“Eddie-” His name fell from your lips, caught somewhere between a warning for him to slow down, or a plead for him to give you more. Steve didn’t think you were sure what you wanted.

“What’s the matter baby? Don’t wanna wake up Stevie?” Eddie asked teasingly and you hummed in agreement. “Awe, you don’t want Steve to see how well you take my cock? Don’t want Steve to see how fuckin’ pretty you look getting fucked?” He groaned and Steve almost groaned in return. Eddie’s words were doing just as much for him as they were for you, then the broken whine that came out of your mouth had Steve realizing the likelihood of him cumming in his pants like some desperate kid.

“Y’know what? I think you want him to see you. With the way you’re fuckin’ tightening up every time I say his damn name? God, fuck-” He fucked you harder, nails digging into the meat of your thighs, but it only spurred you on. He hit your g-spot over and over again, and you bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder to try and quiet yourself. It was no use; you were still moaning desperately and Steve could hear every bit of it loud and clear. Each broken whine and whimper from your lips was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm, just like Eddie’s cock was doing for you.

“Fucking- damn it, feel so good. Gonna cum baby? Are you gonna cum on my cock right next to Steve? Such a slut, fuckin’ love you” Eddie moaned, his thrusts were growing sloppier and sloppier and Steve could hear it.

“Love you- I- need to cum Eddie.” Your sweet voice was heavy with tears of pleasure, and simultaneously, you and Steve felt the pulsing in your lower stomachs, warning you of your orgasm.

“C’mon, so good for me, cum for me. Be a good slut and cum for me.” Eddie’s voice was thick and raspy, but sweet and loving. It guided you to your orgasm and you moaned loudly as you arched your back and came on his cock. At the same time, at Eddie’s demand, Steve came as well, his jaw hanging open in a choked back, silent moan as he filled his sweatpants with cum.

Eddie’s hips stuttered against yours and he came too, groaning loudly. A whiny moan that you loved to hear as he fucked his cum inside of you. “Fuck- s’good for me.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead as he stilled inside of you.

Steve rested there quietly, as quietly as he could manage. He listened to Eddie pull out of you and lay next to you, kissing the skin of your shoulders softly. Steve heard the blankets moving around as Eddie pulled them up over your shoulders for you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was sweet and sleepy, still heavy with that post orgasm haze. You thanked Eddie again, kissing his jaw. Steve wanted to thank him too, he wished he’d be able to replay everything he’d heard in his head over and over for the rest of time. He hoped you would do the same the next night. He’d make sure you ‘accidentally’ had to share a room with one another again. “Goodnight.” Steve smiled to himself as he heard your sweet voice, so loving and pretty. He heard you and Eddie kiss for a moment again and then he heard you shuffle closer to your boyfriend, burying your face in his neck. He was willing to bet you looked so cute.

Eddie yawned himself, “Goodnight baby.” He littered kisses over the crown of your head and Steve listened. He began to grow frustrated and jealous again, wishing he had someone to kiss him, to hold him. He wanted to scold himself for being so bitter about you and Eddie being happy together. You both deserved it after all; Steve just wanted to be happy, and he liked you both so much.

Finally, as Steve came back to himself after coming down from the post-orgasm high, he chewed his lip anxiously. What kind of creep not only listens to his friends have sex with each other, but gets off to it as well? The cold, wet stain in his pants began to grow uncomfortable as he began to grow guilty. What would you think if you knew? What would Eddie think? He was sure Eddie would want to knock his teeth out if he knew. Finally, he was interrupted from his anxious thoughts by Eddie’s voice.

“G’night Steve.”

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jeonjcngkook · 1 year

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incandescent | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, established relationship

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: theyre so in love with each other🤭! koos singing voice lulls us all 🤲🏻 makin’ out, playing with koos pretty hair bcs its exactly what he deserves !!!

summary: you and your boyfriend spend a comfortable romantic night in together.

note: unedited. repost bcs the last one stopped showing in tags 🙃.

Is there anything more beautiful than the sound of your boyfriend's voice?

The deep tenors and sweet cadences lull you into a state of calm as you stretch yourself out on the couch below, listening to Jungkook reach the notes in a perfect sequence to the song he is currently singing on his karaoke machine.

Friday nights are typically spent with each other as you participate in different activities. Your relationship's own version of a ‘date night’, you could say. However, this time it had been agreed between you both that staying in and enjoying each other's company in the cosiness of the home you built together was exactly what was needed.

Earlier, Jungkook prepared dinner for you both — a spread on the table of both your favourite foods and glasses of alcohol to wash it down with. Every detail had been carefully thought of, all the way down to the scented candles, that he personally chose to match the fragrances of the food.

Now, with full tummies and even fuller hearts, you both lie within the blanket of reds, blues and greens from the stars of his favourite LED light system and a spread of mandarin & grapefruit scented candles decorating the living room.

You could listen to Jungkook’s voice all day and never be tired of it. The calming effect he has on you with his words alone is something you have always admired. It doesn’t take much for a yawn to slip through his lips, catching the attention from yourself as he continues to sing through the verse of the next song. You watch as he attempts to stifle it underneath his breath, pulling the thin knitted throw up to his face to conceal the motion.

A sweet smirk is on your lips as he continues his lacklustre attempt at concealing his tiredness. Tears cling to his lower lash line from the yawn, head falling to the side and landing on your shoulder.

“You should get some sleep,” you’re quick to say as you feel him wriggle further into your warmth, his hand finding your spare hand that isn’t holding your phone and intertwining his fingers with your own.

“I’m fine staying here with you, baby,” he mumbles back in retaliation, cutting himself off mid-song to rebuttal back, voice half asleep and rubbing at his eyes like that will do the job of removing the sleep out of it. “I like laying here with you.”

You huff a little at his words. He is too darn cute for his own good and it makes your body warm knowing that he is licking being with you over much needed rest.

“But we could lie together in bed, snuggle up nice and cosy, and then in the morning come back here and cuddle all day into the night. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect way to begin our weekend?” You reason with him.

Jungkook’s lips part open for a moment as if he had the words to argue back with but is quick to shut them and opts for putting his microphone down on the coffee table instead. He finds the remote control for the TV and lowers the volume to something less deafening and one a little more relaxing as the lofi sounds act as a background ambiance.

He turns towards you and you watch as the flickers of the candles scattered around the room flicker and dance against his skin; bathing him in an ethereal glow — just like how an angel should look. The bright vibrant amber candlelight beautifully illuminates the melanin of his skin, extenuating his tanned skin stunningly.

It doesn’t help that his shirt is loose and baggy on his upper body, sleeves cuffed half way on his upper arm showing off his pretty tattoos of striking colours and bold black lines, only for the muscle under his skin to thicken as he brings his hand up to his hair. You watch intently as both hands comb through the long curly tresses from forehead to crown; again and again and it only magnifies just how pretty your boyfriend is.

The tip of his tongue presses against his inner cheek, his cheek protruding from the outside…an action he usually does when he is deep in thought. With the way the light hits his soft skin, it perfectly shows off how sharp his jawline is and how his gentle pink lips rest in a natural pout, leaving them looking plump, pink and irresistibly kissable.

“‘m not tired,” he argues, a grin on his face as he lies himself down next to you on the L shape of the couch, pulling back the thin blanket that has been resting on the headrest of the sofa and engulfs you inside the fabric before laying his head into your lap and effectively trapping you against the back of the leather and his body. Another yawn takes over his body as you feel him stiffen as he rides it out.

You lift your hand up to his face and let your fingers play delicately with the strands of his hair, twisting it around your finger and curling it around his ear away from his face.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as you continue playing with his hair, adding to his tiredness and lulling him into a state of slumber. The atmosphere is exactly what Jungkook had promised earlier…cosy.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut, just long enough for you to see before he is prying them back open again with as much willpower as he can possibly muster. With the feeling of your fingers gently twisting and pulling at his hair, he has no argument against his exhaustion as it finally reaches him.

You reach the tight curls at the base of his neck, fingers playing with the curls as you make sure to let your nails scratch lightly at the base of his scalp, knowing that Jungkook has no bone in his body to make this stop, enjoying your touches so much.

You have him exactly where you want him.

Jungkook’s eyes are glazed over with sleep and yet all the same still looks dreamy — the browns are rich and deep, flakes of amber dotted within his irises. Love songs are written about eyes like his. It wasn’t hard to peer into them and to see your own smile reflecting back when he looks at you.

He runs his thumb over your lower lip, parting them just slightly before he leans down, pillowy lips connecting to yours in a soft kiss.

The feeling is so fulfilling that it is enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your heart racing in your chest with blissful warmth as he presses his mouth deeper into yours. Even in a state of sleep, the kiss is still filled with emotion — passionate and sensual.

Jungkook moans as his mouth continues to work over yours, his teeth catching your lower lip and biting down with little pressure and letting it snap back before chasing your mouth for a second kiss.

Your hands run through his hair,nails grazing his scalp enticingly, eliciting another moan from deep within his chest. The way you kiss him has him seeing stars; dazed and lost in the touch of your lips. You caress his face with delicate touches, tongues flicking across his mouth and the way you counter back by nibbling in his own bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

Endearingly, you both press your foreheads together and close your eyes with a smile on both your lips.

Jungkook’s hand finds home on his hip before slipping underneath the cotton material of your t-shirt and resting his hands there. His thumb runs tracks over your skin in back and forth strokes as you bask in the calming, soothing sensation.

You feel his foot nudge open your legs as he tangles his limbs with yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you, your own leg now resting on top of his lip as you lock each other within the other's arms.

The feeling of Jungkook’s breath against your skin causes goosebumps to travel over your body, the warmth now turning into a small bonfire as love for the sleepy man in your arms ignites and burns bright.

It isn’t long before his breathing becomes drawn out and even, loud snores whistling through his nose and his thumb slows its movements as he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

“So much for not being sleepy,” you mock him as if he could hear, when deep down you wish that he had taken off into a dreamy slumber.

With gentle ease, you press the palm of your hand against his full cheek and brush your thumb over his cheeks the same way he did with your hip moments ago. You press your head against his forehead and land a tiny, light, airy kiss on his pouty lips.

You close your own eyes, listening to the flickering sounds of the small candles around the living room as well as concentrating on the rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing, hoping to ease yourself into your own slumber.

What felt like a moment later, Jungkook tightens his hold on you, whispering a small ‘i love you’, before sleep eventually blankets over you.

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periodbloodmanipulator · 3 months

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HIIIII 😩😩😝😝 lowkey ,,, craving some hcs 😼🥴 of megumi ,,, toge ,,, and yuuta w/ a s/o that likes movie dates 👉👈 possibly 🫶

like ,,, reader usually invites them over for a movie date (bonus points if theyre usually horror 😩😩) and they cuddle and stuff 🥺🥺 just some soft sweet stuff yknow ??

- 🫐 anon <3

Watching movies with the JJK boys

Ft. Megumi, Toge, and Yuuta

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Megumi Fushiguro 🦾

- Megumi may seem reserved, but when it comes to movie dates, he's all in. He never enjoyed going out in public for dates anyway. He appreciates that you take the initiative to invite him over for a movie night.

- His favorite genre may not be horror, but he's willing to watch it with you because he enjoys seeing you get excited. He'll make sure to bring that worn down tortilla blanket that you got him for your first anniversary.

- Megumi isn't too touchy-feely normally, but during the movie, he'll subtly reach out to hold your hand or play with your fingers, letting you know that he's still madly in love with you. At least in his own weird way..

- After the movie, he'd immediately want to criticize the terrible CGI. Opening his mouth to talk up until he notices that there was now a heavy weight on his shoulder. That's when he looked down and noticed that you had fallen asleep on him.

- "Tch." He smirked, eyebrows furrowing, and he reached his hands over to pull you closer to him. "Goodnight goober." He placed a gentle kiss to your hair and remained there for the rest of the night with you. In each other's arms, movie credits playing, and softly mumbling into your hair.

Toge Inumaki 🔊

- Toge is always up for a movie date with you. He finds it relaxing and a great way to spend quality time together.

- When you invite him over for a movie night, Toge will bring some snacks, including his signature cursed speech bubble-shaped rice crackers. He loves sharing his food with you. (I headcanon that he is...A MASTER IN THE KITCHEN)

- Horror movies may not be his first choice, but he'll watch them with you because he wants to make you happy. But also because he wanted to finally watch the Saw series. His friends have been telling him to watch that for ages now.

- He'll occasionally cover his eyes during the scary parts but will peek through his fingers to see your reactions. (He just doesn't really enjoy the gory parts.)

- Toge doesn't express his affection through real words due to obvious reasons, but he shows it through his actions because he knows you can barely understand his 'sushi talk', as you call it. So he just sticks to having a single hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it at times.

- He'll cuddle up close to you and wrap his arm around your waist when the movie ends. Softly breathing into your neck.

Yuuta Okkotsu 🗡️

- Yuuta is THRILLED whenever you invite him over for a movie date. He loves spending time with you and sees it as an opportunity to relax and unwind.

- Horror movies are right up his alley, surprisingly. And he's more than happy to indulge in them with you. He'll even bring a selection of his favorite horror films to choose from.

- During the movie, Yuuta will sit close to you and occasionally rest his head on your shoulder or lap. He finds comfort and solace in your presence.

- After the movie, Yuuta will excitedly talk about his favorite parts, jump scares, or plot twists. He enjoys discussing the movie and hearing your thoughts. You can both stay up late into the night, exchanging theories and sharing your love for the genre.

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AN: (HI 🫐, MY FIRST POST. YAY. HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE THIS. I DIDN'T WRITE MUCH FOR YUUTA BECAUSE I COULDN'T THINK OF ANY MORE DETAILS. ILY)

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #toge x reader #toge inumaki #toge inumaki x reader #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu #🫐 anon

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privitivium · 2 months

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I hope your request are still open , but can i request a inosuke x amab reader? like hc’s? Anything is okay 🤗 (preferably Top inosuke)

of course buddy. huzzah!

subtop inosuke hashibira hcs.....

both amab, inosuke and yourself are nineteen, cw;;, perverted nature! riding, exhibition, frottin

ㅡbeing in the trio yrself... so a quad of demon slayers that happen to be companions, helping each other out... you seemed to take a weird liking to the boar head wearing guy much to the confusion of your bright-haired companion, but tanjiro was the most understanding... even encouraging it. yess be best friends with the wild man like he is - he needs more friends that he can actually tolerate!!

ㅡinosuke being all confused and lowkey seperating himself from you at first because he feels all fuzzy like he did around tanjiro in the beginning?! but,, it's a worse feeling. not necessarily worse as in bad to him, just ,,,. weird in general! because why is he feeling a fuzzy nausea that way around you specifically and no one else??! constantly calling you a mispronounced version of your name - he actually begins correcting himself!

ㅡsoon, he was attaching himself to you,, training, constantly being your sparring partner and going all out in an unconscious way to impress you with his strength.. inosuke going rabid over you. what a thought bro. like, constantly shoving you away from the others in an attempts to just keep you all to himself?!

ㅡinosuke lowkey being standoffish if yr nice in the way like tanjiro is,,, but making sure that you eat first before gorging himself out on whatever meal yr eating together provided by yourselves or the butterfly girls... you gotta be the first one to make the moves... insulting you without cruel intent, telling you that you're weak and need to be protected when you could very much hold yourself over - definitely on par with his strength and show for it when sparring. being all rosy-cheeked and confused when you subdue him rather quickly...

ㅡasking stupid questions. something along the lines of, why havent you eaten your kasugai garasu yet? it's pretty chunky, and youre obviously close and you can take advatange of that!! - and having to explain the beauty and the importance of your lovely crow when it comes to give you information... yes. making him be nice to ur crow and his own... telling him that theyre basically ur kids and you need to care for them as such. it makes him giddy and nervous at the thought as you refer to him and urself as their dads.....

ㅡhim whining even... a little out of character, sure, but cmon...

ㅡtelling him how pretty he is while cupping his face to look up at you as you grind onto him,,, his rough, strong hands clutching on your hips harshly as his jaw sets in obvious pleasure; his feminine visage bloomed crimson - almost embarrassed to be in this position, his lips parted as though he wear about to berate you, but he couldnt bring himself to speak - only managing soft whimpers as he stares up at you through half-lidded glazed eyes.,,,

ㅡriding him in the forest bro. or him holding you up against a tree and humping into you from behind or in front... he'd unintentionally, unconsciously be rough while handling you, still new to whatever it is going on between you - and newer to sex, experiencing it firsthand or whatever... you're sure to comfort him, guide him and play with his hair and kiss at his face while hiding away to fool around...

ㅡin one of the rooms, under a farce of cuddling under the blankets when in reality ur just rubbing ur dicks together, careful to touch his sensitive body and coo at him,,, him burying his face in yr neck and wrapping his thick arms around your head. and if someone were to barge in, they'd coo at the "sleeping" couple sharing a bed. hrmfgh

#kny =͟͟͞͞★#inosuke hashibira x male reader #inosuke x male reader #male reader #x male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #kny x male reader #x dom male reader

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magisland · 5 months

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WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT LOVE

“okay, now look at that couple,” you point your index finger to a couple far away from you and soonyoung “i dont think they’re in love, im not seeing the love in their eyes”

and this is one of your hobbies, going to the park with your best friend to judge and decide if the couples that are having a date are in love or not.

“i dont know, they seem pretty happy together..”, soonyoung says while puts a grape on his mouth, “i think you should start using glasses, i can see from here the lovely way the boy is looking at the girl and how she smiles everytime he says a word”

“nah you tripping, there’s literally no sparkles there!”, you take the grape that the boy is holding and eat it. “i know about love and trust me love is something that is not there”

“maybe theyre not actually in love anymore, maybe now they just love each other in a very fondly way, i don’t exactly know, this line between loving someone and being in love with someone is a little bit confusing to me. but i still think they are in love, it looks like they just got together”

you frown your eyebrows to your best friend who’s still looking at the couple and eating the last grapes. “and what do you know about love”, you laugh and place your hands behind you to have support.

soonyoung stop chewing and look at you with blank eyes, tsking while changing his eyes direction to the blanket you both are sitting, “easy for you to say that, you’re not the one that’s been in love with your best friend for 5 years”

“you what?”

“you heard, yn. i’ve been in love with you for 5 years, i had to see you crushing and dating other people, a bunch of assholes by the way, and guess what? it hurts, it really hurts but still i wasn’t able to get over you and trust me when i say that not only i wanted to but i tried so hard to, so don’t you dare say that i don’t about love when i’ve been loving the same person for so long”

you don’t say a thing, you just look at him with your mouth open, looking pathetic.

“you don’t need to say anything, i just got a little upset with what you said, sorry.. i shouldn’t have said that”

“why did you never tell me that?”

soonyoung shrugs his shoulders, “didn’t want to ruin our friendship and everytime i thought it was the right time to make a move or even confess to you something got in the way”

“i would literally drop everything just to be with you and you’re telling me that you’ve been waiting me for 5 years!? are you crazy?”

“wait.. are you for real?”

“of course i am!” you slap his arm, looking really mad because of the boys confession.

soonyoung places his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kisses your jaw and your cheek. “then now i won’t let you go and will make sure to remind you everyday that im in love with you”

you rest your head on his shoulder while play with his fingers, the comfortable silence making the moment even better. suddenly he looks at you with a very serious face, leaving you kinda worried about what he has to say.

“but you know, that couple really is in love”

author’s note: heyy @odxrilove i told u i would tag you 🤭

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sukiipjs · 3 months

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✮ PINK IN THE NIGHT

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 621

↳ summary - you have trouble sleeping since you’ve been so anxious and you end up falling asleep in nicks arms<3

↳ contains - fluff, use of y/n, anxiety, idk???

↳ song - pink in the night by mitski

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as nick sleeps beside me i lay on my side, scrolling on my phone after multiple failed attempts at trying to go to sleep. i’ve been really anxious about having to go to dinner with nick, he’s meeting my parents for the first time. i don’t know why but i’m honestly so scared.

i decided to break the cycle of scrolling on my phone and i set it back down on my nightstand and gently getting out of bed, trying not to wake nick. i stand up, grabbing a random shirt off the floor and put it on before leaving the room since it’s cold.

i walk out of our room into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, then trying to find a snack. i find a box of crackers and i sit down, setting the box and water on the kitchen island.

i try to calm myself down, trying to think ‘what’s really the worst that could happen?’ it’s not like my parents will hate him, they’re not homophobic, i cant think of anything bad, i really don’t know why i’m scared but my stomachache isn’t going away.

i start to hear footsteps as i see nick turn the corner to come into the kitchen, he rubs his eyes as he spots me sitting down and walks toward me, “y/n, why are you awake it’s like three?” he whispers as he starts sits down beside me, turning his head to me as he rests his head on his hand, trying to keep himself awake.

“sorry did i wake you up?” i ask softly as i crunch on my snack as he shakes his head a little, “no, it’s okay, you scared?” he smiles a little as he gently nudges my shoulder with his.

i smile back as i sigh a little my smile softly fading as i think about it again, “i don’t know why, but i definitely am. it’s not like theyre going to hate you or something, i’m just terrified.” nick takes his head off his hand, and leans it onto my shoulder, “y/n, don’t be so nervous, i’ll be with you and if anything does go wrong, which it won’t, i’ll help you through it, okay?”

i smile again as i gently lean my head on his head, “yeah.. i know, thank you nick,” he laughs a little again as i finish up my crackers and water.

“let’s go back to bed?” he takes his head off my shoulder as he kisses my cheek, i turn my head, smiling at him then getting up and putting the box of crackers away and my glass in the sink.

nick then gets up too, yawning as he waits for me to follow him back. we both walk back to our room, he pulls the blanket the make room for us to get in then we lay back down and he puts the blanket back to cover us.

we both face each other on our sides as he kisses my forehead, “try and get some sleep, okay?” i nod as i smile at him, he turns to lay on his back as i scoot a little closer, leaning my head on his chest and lifting my knees to curl up beside him, wrapping my arms around him as his arms wrap around me. one resting on my back, the other on my head as he tangles his fingers in my hair.

“i love you,” i nuzzle my head to get a little more comfortable on him as i start to close my eyes, “i love you too,” nick closes his eyes too as i begin drifting off in his arms as he holds me close.

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taglist : @slutforchriss @mattsleftnipple03 @mattsdinosweater @ccolleenn @mixvchelle @leah-loves-lilies @sturn-wrld

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo x reader #sukiipjs #𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐩𝐣𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝜗𝜚⋆#𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐩𝐣𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝜗𝜚⋆

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carmillascrusade · 4 months

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Shrouded affection | Emily Prentiss x f!reader

Images do not belong to me.

Summary: You and Emily pine hopelessly after one another all day everyday. When a small misunderstanding happens after having to share a bed, Emily decided to put a plan in motion to woo you and win over your heart. Your however, do not know who your secret admirer is and can only hope it’s the woman you are head over heels in love with.

Word count: 2,618

A/N: This will be a multi chapter story ( probably around 4-5 ish chapters?) and this chapter was more of a set up. Anyways, have a good Christmas/holidays! Personally, I can’t wait for pigs in blankets ( not those sausage roll version ones. The bacon wrapped ones).

Sleep deprived, you trudged your way into the BAU and up into the conference room. This wasn’t the only midnight call in, amd it certainly would not be the last. Your coffee burned your hand slightly as you gripped it, the thin paper of the cup not doing much to protect your hands from the scalding liquid inside.

Eyes bleary and hair tousled from sleep, you sat down with a huff. No matter how much you loved your job, the late nights and very early mornings would always be a nuisance. One thing you would always look forward to, however, was Emily. She could brighten your day just by walking into the room, for Emily prentiss shone as bright as the sun. And you lacklustre and dull, unworthy of her light.

The chair next to you was pulled out in a swift but jerky movement, the soft thud on the carpet filling the otherwise silent room. Shifting to the left slightly, you turns to face Emily who looked just as well as you did. Smiling slightly, you pushed your coffee cup towards her after noticing that she didn’t have one of her own; a hum of approval was all you got from her as she cradled your cup like a lifeline. Emily and mornings did but mix well.

Content to sit in silence with each other, you mentally prepared yourself for the case ahead, knowing it must be bad if your sleep was disrupted because of it. The quiet murmuring of your coworkers alerted you to their presence. How they were holding a conversation was beyond you. You can barely keep your eyes open yet theyre sharing a conversation. The world works in mysterious ways, you suppose.

Penelope presented the case; the victims having nothing in common but the elaborate, archaic symbols carved on their bodies post-mortem. She explained that the murders were occurring at regular intervals with escalating brutality, the unsub mastering their signature with every kill. With no leads, and only very little hope of catching the unsub, the team made their way to the jet in apprehension.

You slumped down next to Emily on the jet, resting your head on her shoulder in hopes of catching some shut eye before landing. Idle chatter between the team lulled you into slumber, dreaming of sweet things to subconsciously prepare yourself for the case ahead.

Emily looked down at you sleeping form, a soft smile tugging the corners of her lips upwards. She was glad that you were comfortable enough with her to lower your guard. Her love for you was steadfast and unwavering, a silent hymn that resonated in the chambers of her heart, flicking with divine intensity yet still unsung. Veiled in sacred garments of discretion, her love for you sat concealed.

Telling you about her affections would not be an option. She didn’t want to ruin the delicate friendship the two of you had curated over the years of working together. No, she wouldn’t do that to you.

Rossi slid into the booth opposite you and Emily, a slight smirk adorning his face. A small quip dancing on the tip of his tongue. “You know,” he drawled. “It would do us all a favour if you just told her.”

“Told her what?” Emily bit back defensively. She didn’t want to get interrogated by Rossi, or anyone else on the team.

“Well,” the smirk was still there, albeit slightly larger now. “If you were to admit your feelings, then the rest of us wouldn’t have to watch the two of you hopelessly opine after each other.”

Emily’s cheeks burned a rosy hue as she slightly raised her voice, careful to not wake you up. “ I do not pine after her!” A moment passed before she added, more uncertainly than her last statement. “And she certainly does not pine after me.”

Rossi just chuckled at that, that knowing look that he often had crossing his face. He wouldn’t expose you. Not today. Because he knew that sooner or later you and Emily would get your acts together and admit your feelings to one another, without his intervention. All he had to do was wait.

Emily sat in silence as she contemplated Rossi’s words. Is her love for you really that obvious? Do you truly pine after her as she does you? And if you did, what did that mean for your future? Would you want to try have a relationship with her?

Shaking her head slightly, not wanting to crush her hopes before they truly began, Emily began to set up a plan. A way to win your devotion, to see if you found her worthy enough of loving.

The case was long and tedious; multiple loose ends leading you on wild goose chases around the small town you had found yourselves in. To say you were all exhausted would be an understatement. But, the killer was caught and you were great full that the word was just a little bit safer. The knowledge that your late nights and early mornings were for a good cause eased the toll on your mind and boys ever so slightly.

However, one of the many downsides to this case being that it ran over, causing you and the team to search for a new hotel for the night since your precious one was fully booked, unable to extend your stay for a day. You were the last to make it to the new hotel, your sore feat slowing you down significantly. To your surprise, Emily was waiting in the lobby, aimlessly reading over the rules of the hotel in hopes of staying awake long enough until you arrived.

“Em?” You questioned as you approached.

“Hey you,” she breathed, eyes droopy but smile still present nonetheless.

“What’re you still doing up? Aren’t you tired?” You asked, surely she was just as shattered as the rest of you were.

“About that,” she started, albeit slightly sheepishly. “There’s only one room left and since we were the last to arrive, we have to share.”

“Oh, that’s fine. You know I don’t mind sharing with you, Emily. You could’ve just text me the room number instead of waiting for me.”

“There’s only one bed.” She blurted out, cheeks tinted slightly red at the sudden outburst. “I, uh, I didn’t want to take the bed or something, you know, incase you wanted it.”

Your eyebrows rose slightly, amused at her embarrassed ramblings that were honestly rather endearing. “We can share.” You said, shrugging your shoulder nonchalantly. You took the key out of Emily’s hand and tugged her along, missing the furious blush painting her cheeks and neck in a lovely shade of scarlet.

Too tired to think about the implications of sharing a bed with Emily, you got into the elevator still holding her hand and pressed the button to the fifth floor. A weary sigh escaped you as you stood in the elevator, head dropping to Emily’s shoulder you closed your eyes briefly; the shrill ding of the elevator startling you awake as you reached your floor.

Emily’s small chuckle the only sound filling the otherwise silent corridor as she dragged you to your room. She took the keys back from you, opening the door and ushering you inside towards the bed. Lazily stripping from your clothes as Emily locked up, you climbed into bed, dressed only in your underwear.

Following closely behind, Emily shook her head slightly at your haphazardness trail of clothing; accepting her fate of having burning cheeks for the remainder of the night. Slightly more awake than you were, Emily changed into her pyjamas quietly, not wishing to wake you from your well deserved sleep.

Sighing, she looked at you longingly before turning to the first edition printing of Carmilla nestled in between her clothes. You were always speaking about the book and when she saw it in the antique book shop, she just knew she had to buy you it. Grinning softly, she covered the book with one of her tank tops and got into bed beside you, snuggling softly into the duvet. The two of you fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the person beside you and what life would be like if the other required your love.

You woke up with a strong pair of arms wrapped around your middle and a face buried in the crook of your neck. Turning around was impossible with the vice-like grip the toned arms had on you. Blinking slowly, you tried to recall last night and how exactly you had ended up in this predicament.

Your eyes widened as you realised just who was spooning you from behind. Emily. You began to shift in her hold, only to be met with a disgruntled sound as she pressed further into you.

“Emily?” You whisper as you shake her arms slightly. “Emily, we have to get up.”

A puff of air into your neck was the only reply you received, her hot breathe a welcome contrast to the frigid air of the hotel room. The embarrassment washed over you like a tidal wave as you lied there helplessly. What would she say when she woke up? Would she be repulsed and never want to speak to you again? Or would she pretend as if nothing had happened?

Your spiralling mind was brought to a halt as Emily began to move beside you, her grip loosening but still present. Chocolate eyes peered up at you under dark, luscious eyelashes before they moved down; eyes dilating as they landed on your chest, clad in a silky black bra. Seemingly snapping herself out of the trance she has found herself in, Emily pulled back muttering a quick “sorry” before clambering out of bed and dashing into the bathroom.

Bemused at her strange actions, you hopped out of bed and got dressed, eager to get on the jet and head home. 15 minutes had passed and Emily still had not emerged from the bathroom. Unbeknownst to you, she was furiously trying to get the picture of you, half naked, out of her head. Sighing softly, your knuckles rapped against the sturdy oak of the bathroom door. When you got no response, you shouted out a quick “I’m going to go have breakfast! I’ll see you on the jet, Em.”

Silence was the only answer offered and you sullenly collected your belongings before heading down to meet the team, certain that you had ruined your friendships and Emily wanted nothing to do with you. Hopefully, you could apologise and go back to the easy friendship you had before. For life was not worth living if Emily wasn’t in it.

You chatted amicably to JJ as you walked to the jet, Emily still nowhere to be seen which tugged at those gnarly deep rooted insecurities that claimed you drove everyone away. Noticing your rather gloomy mood Jj attempted to cheer you up with a few jokes. When that didn’t work she decided to just bite the bullet and ask what was wrong.

“What’s got you so gloomy today?” She asked through a mouthful of Cheetos.

“Nothing.” You replied, unable to look at her as she’d be able to see right through you.

She eyed you wearily before nudging your shoulder with hers. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“I think Emily hates me.” You blurted out.

Shock coloured JJ’s face as she processed your words. Emily hating you? Never. “What? Why would you think that?”

A short breath of frustration left you, sounding more like an exasperated laugh than anything else, as you went into detail about the night before and why you believed Emily hated you due to her actions this morning. A small smirk played at the corners of JJ’s mouth as she realised just why Emily was acting the way she was, but her assurances were not enough to relinquish your mind from the shackles of doubt.

Now at the jet, you boarded and headed straight to the back; headphones on and pillow resting between you and the wall of the plane, you were desperate to fall asleep in hopes of avoiding any awkward interactions between you and Emily.

Emily clambered aboard not too long after, eyes drawn to your slouched form engulfed by the shadows dancing in the depths of the dimly lit jet. JJ called her over, gesturing for her to sit opposite her before striking up conversation. You being the topic.

“You know,” she started, already opening another bag of Cheetos. “Whatever happened this morning has made her think you hate her.”

“Hate her?” Emily questioned with furrowed brows. She had never intended to make you feel that she hated you. “I could never hate her.”

“Well, I know that. And you know that. But she doesn’t, so please fix it before the poor girl dies from heartbreak.”

The jet felt suffocating as Emily reflected on her actions this morning, and how they may have been perceived by you. She replayed the events of the morning in her mind, each moment a painful reminder of the emotions she had unintentionally stirred; guilt gnawing at her chest, leaving a sharp pain where her heart once beat away comfortably. Her love for you there but a whispered secret that echoes in the chambers of her heart.

Perhaps it was time to show you how dear you truly were to her.

Exhaustion was beginning to overtake you, creeping into your bones with such an icy chill that you had to take a moment to get past the shiver crawling down your spine. Shaking it off with a grumble, you made your way over to your desk in the bullpen- stupidly, you had left your apartment key in there and couldn’t get home without it. What you were not expecting, however, was a gift sat in the centre of your desk. Elegantly wrapped in a soft lavender paper, adorned with a silver bow and tag.

You were disappointed when you flipped the tag over, hoping to find a name attached, to see three small kisses scrawled messily in black ink. A quick glance around the bullpen found there to be no suspects loitering around, again disappointing but expected if the lack of name was anything to go by.

Running your tongue over your mouth in a brief moment of hesitance, you decided to open it. What could go wrong? Other than it being a deadly weapon of sorts. But if it was you were certain the sender would not have signed it off with a kiss. The paper pulled back to reveal a first edition printing of Sheridan le Fanu’s Carmilla, the original vampire tale said to have inspired Dracula. Eyes widening in glee, you picked the book up and carefully flicked through the pages, reminiscing on memories of your youth when you had first stumbled upon said book.

Hidden from sight, Emily watched as you discovered her gift. The joy radiating from you only making her decision to buy you the book even more worth it. She would do anything for you as long as you kept smiling. What would the world be without the glow you emanated? A world Emily wouldn’t even dare think about.

The smile on your face never left, even as you climbed into your bed that night. Even as you fell into a deep slumber with one wish plaguing your mind. The gift so precious and thoughtful that you couldn’t help but swoon. Optimistically dreaming of scenarios of Emily revealing herself to be the gift giver, and you two could share saccharine words and touches as you confessed your love.

A girl could dream.

A/NII: This feels really boring as it’s just a set up for the rest of the story but I hope you enjoyed. Omg, you know what I also love, glitteberry J20 and it only comes out around Christmas time.

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader

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stiffyck · 3 months

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Since I reblogged that post and I said I needed to talk about my t4t scarian-

Transmasc Scar and transfem Grian.

Scar will wear basically anything as long as he likes it and it suits his style. Grian just mostly wears jeans or a simple skirt and a sweater, nothing much changes here

They both love annoying the shit out of people. They're chaotic and they WILL blow up stuff if you give them tnt

They bond over being trans a lot. They complain about cis people together actually

Grian likes to wear light makeup occasionally but most of the time she just doesn't care enough. She loves wearing a bright lipstick tho because then she can kiss all over Scars face and leave behind her lipstick marks ejgkrkgke

Scar always gets very flustered by that

They also pain each others nails

They hold hands. And they comfort each other when dysphoria hits.

Scar has the most comfy and big hoodies and Grian loves stealing them and wearing them. When she feels really dysphoric the hoodie brings her comfort and she can come snuggle with Scar.

Grians sweaters aren't really big enough to help Scar with his dysphoria since they're so tight on him but he does enjoy stealing them and casually wearing them.

When Scar is dysphoric Grian wraps him up in a big fluffy blanket and cuddles with him while they watch Disney movies.

Theyre chaotic and insane and annoying but they're also really sweet and they love each other a lot :3

#stiff talk #gtws #grian #hermitshipping #scarian #t4t scarian #my beloveds

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ringdabel · 4 months

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My thoughts on OP ships except im being 100% honest (P.1)

*LuNami - Cute but im not a big fan of it - Autisum and girlboss frfr - idm if its canon! I mean i like their moments of hugging and all, they're all so silly and i absolutely adore them! ^^ *LuHan - Nah... HARD pass... - I do not ship them at all and refuses to - their age gap is 12 and i think personally Boa is just having some kind of highschool crush -if this ship becomes canon...... bro im gonna stare in the distance and cry - If you ship these two...... NO OFFENSE! But What is wrong with you :[ *LuZo/ZoLu - MY EMOTINAL SUPPORT SHIP YIPPIEEEEE - They are so SO CANON u cannot convince me otherwise!!! - Dumb and Dumber. - I love and ADORE their dynamic! their interactions, first meetings, etc... EVERYTHING THEYRE SOOO CUTE AGHHCBSDBIL <3333 - The crew KNOWS they love eachother. They know what they are. - shamelessly kisses eachother goodnight - Zoro will die for Luffy, and Luffy will stop him. *LuSan/Sanlu - ONE OF MY FAV SHIPS EVER!!! Their interactions!! >>>>>> - WE KNOW SANJI LOVES HIM AND ADORES HIM. WE KNOW THAT ALREADY YOU FRENCH FRY - He wants to be Luffy's special boy in the OPLA, c'mon, its so obv - Sanji gets jealous when Luffy compliments other cooks other than him, its canon guys, trust me. MOVIE 6, THAT PHYSILOGICAL HORROR MOVIE OF OP. *ZoSanLu/ZoLuSan -POWER POLY LOVERS ON TOP! -i love them. *cries* -I have 400 pages of fanart featuring these stupid boneheads. - they sleep together and Luffy steals all the blankets - Zoro will def giving them his earings. aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *LuKob/Koblu -Comfort ship of mine!!! THEYRE SO CUTE ITS ILLEGAL!!!! - I want them to reunite again, then hold hands and kiss eachother on the lips then go on cute little dates :[ - LUFFY IS KOBY'S GAY AWAKENING CHANGE MY MIND (i feel like hes more like bi or pan BUT) - Koby owns 6000 wanted posters of Luffy and its canon that he wants more of them. hes such a fanboy omg.... - If they ever date... they will have a matching handmade bracelet... Luffy's red and Koby's pink.... each has letters of eachother... - (ALSO THERES THIS FAV FIC OF THEM FROM AO3, THE AUTHOR IS okiedokeTM (madelinescribbles) AND THE FIC IS CALLED "Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day" CHECK IT OUT IF YOU CAN!!!!) - im very normal abt them (lie) *LuUso/UsoLu - Very cute ship!!1 - i personally see them as best friends more but its still verey cute! - They bond, they hug, they hit and they danced. yeah i get how ppl ship them!!!!!!!!! *LuLaw/Lawlu -Tbh.... its very cute! - i used to be obsessed with this ship bcs their dyanmic is so interesting, like Black cat and golden retriver! - i still kinda do ndcnas - Luffy reminds Law of Corazon bcs of his goofiness ughh CRIES - I hc Law that he has a soft spot for silly, goofy ppl, his sister, his crew, Corazon, LUFFY????????? He loves them but will never admit smh smh - When he ruins all of your well-planned plans that took you a whole week to make <3333333 *CobyLuLaw/KobyLawLu -AYEEEEEEEEEEE MY NEW FAV SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!! - F**K BEING UNDERRATED, I WANT THIS TO BE KNOWN ACROSS THE WHOLE F**KING WORLD!!!!!! - PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ITS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U HAVE TO WRITE FICS ABT IT I NEED MORE OF IT!!!1 - I want to thank @orange-artist for drawing and having KobyLawLu on my breakfast table!!!!!!!!!! - AND FOR YOU THE PPL WHO WRITE THE FICS ILY - me omw to make brainrots of these three stupid peas in a pod, fishes in a bowl, pens in a pencilcase :]]]

#one piece #kobylu #lunami #lusan #sanlu #zolu #luzo #lukoby #usolu #kobylawlu

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thetriplets3 · 7 months

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whispering to each other + searching for the other’s hand in bed like theyre both tired but cant fall asleep (matt or chris x y/n or smt)

❝𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰❞

pairing: matt x reader (no defined relationship but mutual pining?)

warnings: brief mention of anxious thoughts, loneliness, depression, vague mention of suicidal wishes

a/n special thanks to @dwntwn-strnlo for editing this you’re the best and shoutout to whoever it was to color code dialogue i took that idea anyways enjoy 🍿

having my 3 best friends away on tour was hard enough but having a rough few weeks physically and mentally on top of that was really hard on me. since i've moved here i haven't really made any friends. parties, events, and crowded loud places aren't my thing which makes it hard to meet people. sure i've met people the odd time the boys dragged me out but i was never able to hold a conversation let alone willingly go up to people. which brings me to now.

the triplets asked if i wanted to come on tour with them but i was in the middle of the semester, the busiest time. so i've spent the past few weeks alone, only leaving when i had to work. it sucks having no one to be able to go do things with, to talk to, and to just be there.

mindlessly clicking through the stories of people i follow, just trying to distract myself from my own thoughts, my screen reveals the faces of the only people i wish i were with right now. my heart aches watching them have the time of their lives being able to explore places they always dreamed of and getting to show their personalities on stage. don't get me wrong i'm beyond happy for them and how successful they’ve become the last few years, but i just wish i were with them. quickly hearting matt’s story of him posing in front of the bean in chicago, i drop my phone beside me and get under my covers, curling up. he seemed so happy being on tour.

i lie there, thoughts wandering, and tears gently flowing as i realize how truly alone i am. my thoughts are disrupted when i feel my bed softly vibrate. lazily rolling over, i grab my phone only to be met with a text from the person i yearned for the most. matt.

heyyy look who’s alive!

where’ve ya been it’s been a while since any of us heard from you?

you doing okay?

unfortunately i've been busy, midterm term time sorry edited

i’m fine

looks like tour’s fun, you look happy

unfortunately? please take time for yourself too you can only do so much if you’re not at your best

you’ll do great on them don’t overwork yourself love

it’s a blast seeing new places, meeting new people, i just wish you were here

shoot i forgot you can see what the other person edited

i was kidding. i’ll try

i wish i was there i miss you but it makes me happy seeing you be successful

we’ll be home before you know it i miss you too

and with that i turn my phone off for the night and bury myself under my covers in a desperate attempt to shut my brain off from thinking things it shouldn't. as the hours passed i tossed more and more not able to fall asleep, stay asleep and get comfortable. peeking at my clock to see the glowing 6:44am, i roll over shoving my face into my pillow and let out an unnecessarily loud groan. seeing no point staying in bed just to not be able to sleep i pad my way to the living room, claiming it my spot for the day. i put on a random season of the office to fill the silence and loneliness that i've sadly become used to. having seen the office far too many times, it's become a comfort background show, making it easy for me to fall asleep.

i accidentally ordered a package to your house from the last time you used my amazon prime to order something. it says it’s been delivered could you just put it aside for me? have a good day

staring at my phone i reread matt's text a few times, my mind still fuzzy and confused thanks to my lack of sleep. finally understanding it after the 5th time, i wrap my blanket around my body and trudge over to the door to pick it up. opening the door and checking the ground for a package i'm met with beat up air forces instead. startled, my head whips just to confirm it's who i thought it was.

matt.

all the loneliness, emptiness, sadness, yearning to see you hit me at once, a wave of tears overcame me as i engulf you in a hug nearly sending you and i to the floor. no words have been spoken, there's no need to. i immediately bury my head into your chest, your one hand coming to cradle my head as the other holds me securely to your body. we stay like this for a few minutes before you slightly pull away grabbing my hands and placing them around your neck, sneaking a quick peck to my cheek as you do so. your hands snake around my waist and gently lift me, bringing both of us into my house. closing the front door we make our way to the living room sitting on the couch turning to face each other.

god i missed you. today was our last day of tour but we were gonna stay there and explore the city for a few days but i couldn’t wait any longer i needed to see you. i was worried about you and couldn't bare the thought of being away for another second.

i missed you more. things haven’t been right since you guys left

like what?

it feels stupid to say out loud but ive felt so alone. like i have no one other than you guys and that makes me feel so pathetic that i rely on you guys so much. i haven't been able to sleep that much my mind just won't shut up i kept thinking about you guys and worrying about something bad happening to you it's stupid i know. heavily sighing i roughly wipe my face drying the tears that i tried so desperately to not let fall.

hey what did we talk about? every thought and feeling is valid they’re not stupid don’t say that.

you stand and offer me your hand and lead me to my room where we crawl into bed. you pull me as close to you as you possibly can. my head on your chest with my arm loosely draped across your body, your cotton shirt carelessly balled up in my hand. your arms wrapped around my torso like your life depended on it. god i missed this

i’m here now okay? everything’s okay, i’m okay, my brothers are okay, nothing happened to us. we’re not going anywhere for a while and when we do your coming with us. and don’t try and say you won’t be able to because of school, you’re coming no matter what. i can’t go that long without you, nothings the same

i won’t put up a fight i don’t want to do this again this was horrible being alone for so long. i missed being in your arms, feeling like nothing bad will ever happen because i have you here

as you place a gentle kiss to the top of my head a comfortable silence falls over us and we bask in this moment of being in each others arms again. my eyes grow heavy but my body is still fighting sleep like it has for the past few weeks

you can sleep now i’m here i’m not going anywhere i promise. i love you so much sweet girl

with the hushed tone of your voice and gentle pecks on my forehead, i feel my body grow heavier with sleep. i blindly reach my hand around searching for yours which you seem to pick up on what i wanted, placing your hand on mine and give it a squeeze once and a while letting me know you're right there.

goodnight sweet girl. i’m right here

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs

(i can’t remember who it was but i saw someone color coded the dialogue and that makes it so much easier to read so shoutout to you if it was you)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov

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princesssmars · 1 year

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Hello! ^.^ I really enjoy your writing I’m not really sure if your taking requests at the moment but if you are I was wondering if you could write some more poly miraculous ladybug with a fem reader about Adrien, Marinette, and reader cuddling and falling asleep together while watching a movie or talking to each other just some fluffy stuff if it’s not to much trouble thank you! 😊

first off thank uuu for the request i love when yall send stuff in <3 sorry it took so long i was trying to finish my own planned fics and i suck at writing quick but heres a short lil thing <3

sometimes you could swear your girlfriend and boyfriend were telepathic. itd be comforting to know they understood you so well if it wasnt actually a bit terrifying.

it was in the way that for marinettes birthday you planned a small suprise for her at school, only including your most trustworhty friends to help and join so she wouldnt find out, and said girl coming downstairs to the decorated courtyard like it was just a regular afternoon. she did say thanks and give you a kiss on the cheek, but you were still kind of dissapointed.

not to mention that friday a few weeks ago, where after a hard day at school and helping at your parents shops you quickly headed out to get yourself some snacks for a self-care and study night. as soon as you set the bag of goodies on your nightstand, you heard your dog downstairs barking at something. after quickly checking on him and coming back, you let out a shout as two wide and guilty green eyes stare back at you with a mouth full of your pastries. adrien later said he could tell when you would get yourself some snacks to wind down, which didnt help your suspicions.

but besides that, the way they seemed to know what was happening in your brain was an immense relief. it was the last day of junior year and the start of summer break and you couldnt be more relieved. most of your friends and classmates had plans to hang out with each other the next following days, leaving the afternoon to spend by yourself until then.

marinette and adrien had told you that morning that they'd likely be bisy that night with patrols, leaving you to sit in your room listening to music. even though you knew you would see everyone often starting the next day, you couldnt help but feel a sense of loneliness. your partners seemed to be going on more patrols and attacks lately, and it always left a cold feeling in your chest to know they were out risking their lives without you.

you felt yourself nodding off when a force landing beside you in bed makes you jolt upwards, relaxing when you see its just adrien still in his chat noir suit. mari is still suited up as well, dropping a baby pink tote onto your tv stand.

they tell you theyre sorry for being away so much and wanted to make it up to you, bringing a few of your favorite movies and maris favorite blanket that smells like strawberries.

after changing into pairs of pajamas they left at yours and snuggling into bed with you, you fall asleep to the sounds of a movie about a girl falling in love in paris, while you cuddle up with the two people who have made you do the same.

#miraculous ladybug x reader #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupen chang #marinette dupen chang x reader #marinette x adrien #marinette x reader #adriennette #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste #adrienette x reader

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chilumi-shipper · 2 years

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ok but … to the anon who thought of discarded creation reader x fake albedo,, it got me like asdfhgjgkd; its so cute?? this is more fluffy than smutty , but i imagine “albedo” showing reader sweet affection sometimes , in contrast to the sexual things that the real albedo did, showing that “albedo” cares for reader more than just sex. and when you do have sex with “albedo” , he cares for your sexual pleasure a lot too, kissing your neck and clit often ,, theyre just so cute help

Greatest Creation (3)

Albedo x Fem!Reader

Readers have been asking for it, so here goes... This is the third and final part.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, mentions of oral, mentions of sex, Sub!Reader, Fluff Smut, :)

Summary: Albedo sees you and the "Albedo"'s growing relationship, he hates to admit that he kinda misses that imperfection he abandoned in favor of creating a perfect version of you.

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The first time that "Albedo" took you in, you imagined him to be just like your previous master: cold, only sees you as a hole to fuck, and very rough. It affected the boy that you acted as if he would hurt you and throw you out in the cold if you so merely just look at him the wrong way.

You desperately tried to be on your best behavior, exactly how you acted when you were with the real Albedo.

"Albedo" was angry, just like their master, the alchemist seem to only see both you and him as worthless outcomes of an experiment, not real and emotionally driven humans.

You are such a sweet girl, in the eyes of Subject 2, you are perfect, you are amazing, and yet just like him, your creator only focused on your "flaws".

From those days where you would go down on your knees whenever he even just looked at you and try to be so angelic that it's exhausting, both of you are here now, in each other's arms within his cave in the mountains.

You both made the place quite cozy! A little bit of stolen things from treasure hoarders, a fireplace, some lights from his powers.

You think that it's pretty sad that his master didn't even give him a proper name, just a cold "Subject 2".

"How about, instead of calling you Albedo, I'll just call you Al?" You were snuggling his chest on the mattress that you stole from the camp earlier.

"Why does that matter?" He had asked back, looking down on your face and smiling a bit at seeing how you rub your face against his chest.

"Cause, that way, you can have your own name..." You answered, before gasping a bit, "Ooh, unless you have any ideas for a name for yourself."

"I think Al is good." His smile only widened when he saw your own lips curve upwards.

Unlike Albedo, Al didn't do things like harshly grab you by the arm and pushed you down to any surface just to dick you down, then leave you all alone dripping and tired.

No, Al would make sure that you were in a comfortable position, taking you however pace you want to go, slow, fast, soft, rough, whatever you want, just being inside that pussy of yours is enough. He also did things to service you, like eating you out, just because he cares about you and about what you feel. And also aftercare, he doesn't ever want to leave you right after a session, he cleans you to make sure you're comfortable, and he wraps a thick and warm blanket around your cold body, despite your immunity to the cold.

You fell for him... you definitely did.

It took some getting use to, being in a new environment with a new person treating you very differently from another that you got used to. Yet it seems as though, you start to feel thankful that Albedo had buried you into the snow, shoved you into a door full of other possibilities with a man that can reciprocate the love you give.

It felt good... being treated like you mattered, like what you wanted was being given to you.

You can't believe that you're saying being abandoned is the best thing that's happened to you...

It's just you and him, in the snowy mountains, wrapped in each other's arms despite the cold never being a bother, yet the warmth you felt was blazing in a heart you didn't know you had.

And as the similar blue eyes worn by your creator pierced through the snowstorm and looked down on the two of you, his body tense and filled with an unexplainable frustration.

"It shouldn't be like this." He said through gritted teeth, no one but the sky to hear him.

It really shouldn't have been like that, because looking at you and him, you were smiling so brightly running back to Al after you gathered some pebbles and sticks for the snowman you were both making just outside your cave.

"What should we name out snowman guard?" You looked at your master lover, who was putting the details of the face on the snowman.

"I haven't the slightest idea what a good name for a snowman guard would be though." The man beside you chuckled, before rubbing off some snow that got on your face.

Around you, Al no longer felt as if he needed to steal another person's identity to be someone meaningful, he could just be him, and that was more than enough for you.

You know, he took up knitting recently, he got some guide books he found in campsites, gathered materials from many different sources, and he learned how to make warm clothes for you and him, one step closer to just being himself, finding out what he actually likes.

You held onto his wrist, leaning onto his touch. "Me neither." You said as a gentle whisper, "We should call him snowman guard for now and think of a name later."

Your life, despite living in the harsh climate of Dragonspine, seems so... domestic. And Albedo didn't like the growing feeling of envy stirring in his chest.

He created a perfect you, lying within the confines of his camp, always obidient, soft, never complaining, never getting into his other business, would do anything for him.

But as Albedo went back to his camp and looked in the eyes of a creation that looked exactly like you...

"Welcome back, Master." She sounded dull, no trace of excitement to see her master back, unlike you.

Her It's eyes was void of an imperfection that was actually what made you perfect.

Love... Emotion...

It was imperfect because it brought trouble, it's complicated, but it also brought the one feeling that both Albedos have always wanted...

To be loved.

But it would be wrong to take you back now, both for his morals and his pride.

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You smiled as you eased your hips down on his, you've never thought to be on top, to be the one in control.

Not only did your entire being scream submissive energy, but it was also how you embarrassingly run out of energy early on your session and have to rely on him to do the rest of the work by grabbing your butt and bouncing you on his cock as you lay on top of him with your face tucked snug on the crook of his neck.

Al would always find it so cute, especially after, when you get up again with a new found determination and try to go for a second round, only to end up stopping and asking for his help again since the first orgasm tired you out.

This time was a bit different though, your face was nuzzling on his bare chest, enjoying the warmth transferring on your cheeks, your hips were set on a slow but hard pace, making sure you both feel every inch of each other.

"I love you... I love you." You repeated those words many times, whether it be at intimate times like these, or lighthearted bonding times like building a snowman guard outside the cave, or exploring together, or cooking meals together.

He couldn't help but groan at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him, which led to the inevitable warm liquid spreading around his cock, before you halt your movement.

You looked up at him and pouted, trying to continue to make him cum with you, but you could only lift up your hips once before pathetically lying on him exhausted once again.

His deep chuckle sent shivers through your body, holding you carefully before flipping both of you over.

"I love you... So... Much... More." He said with such a loving gaze, matching his thrust with the words he spoke. You moaned in delight, raising your head up with your remaining strength to steal a kiss from his lips.

He deepened the kiss, his hips setting a bit of a faster pace before you felt a naughty smile form on his lips during the kiss.

As you parted, you held onto him as pleasure took over your entire body.

Truly, being abandoned was one of the best things that has happened to you. Second to being able to spend the rest of your life with the man making love to you right now.

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Ayyyeee, seven months late :D

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact angst #genshin impact smut #genshin angst #genshin smut #albedo smut #albedo x reader #susbedo

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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Could you do a tangerine flufd x femme reader and theyre both sick and laying in bed and js taking care of eachover??!!

hii! this is super cute. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

shared sickness

tangerine x f reader

wc || 431

again, very sorry to those on the tan taglist, my inbox is full of tan

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

Tangerine returned home from his mission abroad several days ago. Not only had he brought himself back, but he also brought back a lovely sickness bug that he ever so kindly decided to share with you. So for the last few days, you and Tan have been miserably lying together in bed under mountains of covers as you impatiently waited for your cold to pass.

"Can you pass me the tissues," you sniffle, pointing to the box on his side of the bed. "Quick— my nose, it's dripping," you add, speaking nasally.

"Want me to blow your nose for you?" he lightly chuckles which follows a short coughing fit. "Fuck me," he softly groans, closing his eyes, rubbing over his temples. "Gimme one," he says quietly, snatching a tissue off you.

"I was literally just about to use that one," you heavily exhale, blowing your nose to clear the mucus that had been making it near-impossible to breathe. Your neck snaps to face Tan, a quizzical expression upon your features. "Did you just— did you just throw that tissue on the floor?"

"No," he shakes his head, a boyish grin forming on his lips.

"That a lie?" you snicker, sitting up with a groan as you peer over to see a pile of crumbled, snotty tissues on the floor by his nightstand. "Yeah, you did," you laugh, cuddling into his side. "I've been doing it too,"

"Well, that's disgusting and so unladylike," Tangerine smirks, hugging you tighter, kissing the crown of your head.

You and Tan lay like that for a little while, silently snuggled together as you breathed in each other's sickness. Usually, when one of you was sick, the other would look after and care for the other, but considering you were both ill, you had to try to combine your roles.

You thought you'd start small, sharing a warm bubble bath to cleanse the feeling of being in bed for the last fifty-nine hours. You helped clean each other, taking turns so you didn't overexert yourselves. After you washed and dried, you dressed into some clean loungewear that you both desperately needed. As neither of you had left the bedroom for the last few days, the change of scenery was necessary, so the pair of you sluggishly made your way downstairs to the living room, where you set new camp on the sofa with clean blankets.

For the rest of the afternoon, you and Tangerine sprawled out over the couch as you watched old reruns of shitty gameshows, nasally breathing as you enjoyed the comfort of each other.

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#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine imagine #tangerine comfort #tangerine drabble #tangerine blurb #tangerine fluff

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blacklegsanjiii · 3 months

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Okay okay youve awakend brain worms in me, hear me out:

Sanji escaping the dungeon a few weeks earlier causing him to be in the grandline instead of east blue and meeting none other than ✨Robin✨ maybe sanjis somehow being hunted by germa or smth so theyre both on the run and they make a pact to help each other (which is rocky at first cause they both have hella trust issues) but slowly opening up to each other more and more and being each others only trust person...

Idk!! Im reallt loving all your different sanji situations especially since i see him as a barbie character (he has so many jobs!! Lmao) and ive always loveedd his friendship with Robin since i imagine them both having a bit of a morbid humour

Fuck that's good. That's so fucking good ommmggggg.

17 year old Nico Robin picking up a starved and beaten 8 year old Sanji. Both of them flinching at touch no matter how kind or anything. After a year they're probably close and sharing beds/blankets/stuff like that. Doesn't mean it's not hard or anything. Sanji suffers from nightmares every night and is running on very little sleep most of the time. Robin doesn't know how to comfort him at first because sometimes when he wakes up it's straight into a panic attack.

Robin explains Ohara and the buster call, Sanji explains Germa and his issue with bugs from the mask. Robin pulls this impossibly tiny child to her and holds him as they both cry. This is the first time they really touch each other without flinching and such. If they're running from Cipher Pol or the marines or even Aokiji Robin makes sure to always hold the younger's hand. Makes sure to keep him with her at all times.

They spend a lot of time traveling and reading and Sanji gets better at cooking and feeding them and Robin only gets smarter. Sanji gets a bounty as well, guilty by association and the theft and everything else. He's got to have a name like Robin does but I don't know what.

Eventually they wind up in Alabasta working under Crocodile. Ms. All Sunday and Mr. Prince are excellent workers, highly skilled and still able to do what they love. I imagine Robin also taught Sanji to read the poneglyphs in case she dies. Sanji tells her about the All Blue. They have a pact with each other, if one dies the other will try to fulfill the other's dream. It's a lot of weight on their shoulders. Ohara and Germa, the government, the history they have.

When they ask to join the Strawhat crew Luffy lets them when he finds out Sanji can cook and Robin is an archeologist. They don't mesh well at first. Zoro trusts them on the Captain's word but he picks fight with Sanji because he doesn't use weapons and he and Robin are on edge.

When they run into Aokiji he looks at Sanji and Robin. Aokiji mentions off handedly that Sanji's bounty might be getting updated. They leave and Enies Lobby happens and Robin and Sanji are tense. They just are. It probably falls apart and Sanji says it should have been both of them at once because that way they wouldn't have hurt the crew twice, Robin agrees. Luffy yells at both of them for that, saying that they are apart of his crew and won't let them leave until they're dreams are accomplished.

Skipping ahead to WCI Robin goes with Luffy instead of Nami. Robin is dead set on bringing up what happened in Enies Lobby against Sanji because how dare there be a double standard. Even when she finds out they have Cipher Pol over them again. Then she finds out about the cuffs.

How dare Judge and Big Mom? How fucking dare they. Those are his hands, his greatest treasures and tools. Sanji explains that he wants to save his family and they do, Robin doesn't like it because she saw Sanji fresh out of the dungeon, a skeleton wrapped in paper skin covered in bruises and cuts. Robin will let Judge live but on the escape when Judge is saying that shit?

Robin pulls him close and traps him in her arms and threatens him. Devil Child Nico Robin is not one to be played with, especially when it comes to the only person she really truly trusts. So she makes it very clear that she is letting him live this time but if she sees him again? IF they even happen to be in the same town? He will be killed, it will be painful. Sanji is letting her because this is Robin's turn to be protective.

On the way to Wano they're sitting next to each other and Robin mentions that if she was allowed to she would have killed him then and there for how she found Sanji. Sanji nods and apologizes for the trouble and Robin frowns at him. Something akin to "Remember Enies Lobby?" where Sanji mutters that it still should have been both of them. Robin pulls him close and mutters that this should have been both of them too.

#nico!sanji #nico robin #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #answers #look i did it #devil child nico robin

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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just read the playboy(seriously WHAT IS THE GN TERM I’M CRYING SHITS AND SHITTING TEARS TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT) and i raise you this:

worshipper yan and playboy yan alliance

-poised darling

YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!!! absolutely yes. i also think the gn term would be 'player' but that term is so outdated oml so we'll go with playboy, like how girly yan and housewife yan are traditionally fem but can be gn

(i made playboys text black and worshippers red <3)

now, as poly or combined... either way, youve got all the power in the world and own half of it. ehehehe, i imagine playboy and worshipper being friends, not extremely close but theyre both extremely manipulative and use each other a lot in business related things. i can def see worshipper yan having a cult or being in a family thats in a cult or something like that and doing a lot of recruiting at parties and playboy yan is just happy to throw a party! (and be apart of weird cult orgies)

and then they meet you. neither of them are possessive in a traditional "i wanna lock you up in my basements forever so no one can ever ever see you ever and im going to kill your parents and friends and family because how dare they lay their eyes upon you" way so that makes them unlikely to be competitive and more willing to share! they can both agree that you are perfect and deserve all the money in the world and while playboy isnt as... culty as worshipper, they definitely both think of you as divine and holy.

they follow you everywhere, whether you like it or not. playboy buys your life out before you even notice and worshipper distracts you by, well, worshipping you! if you didnt have a god complex before, both of them will be sure to give you one <3

"i love you, i love you more than the moon and the stars, i love you more than the earth beneath my feet, i love you- fuck, i love you so much, i cannot put it into words... you make me go insane with it, i feel like my brain is melting out of my ears every time i cast my unworthy gaze upon you, my love."

worshipper yan kissing your calves, gently taking your shoes off while you sit on the softest, most comfortable bed youve ever felt in your life, fluffy comforter and blanket practically cradling you already as playboy crawls in bed beside you, kissing your hairline.

"we've agreed to share you, you know." playboy hums, reaching down to stroke worshippers hair, guiding you to their rightful place between your legs as they kneel. "we just couldnt keep you to ourselves, it felt too selfish.."

"we didn't wanna be rude and limit your holiness.. you deserve to be worshipped by many more than just us, darling.." worshipper looks up at you, the way a suicidal warrior looks up at heaven. desperate, hungry, relieved, in awe, their eyes fluttering back shut as they lean into playboys touch.

"but we wanna be your favorite, how did you say it worshipper?"

"disciples."

"disciples, my darling. concubines. whatever you want, we'll be it for you. we're obsessed with you. we compare our collections of things that make us think of you. of pictures. clothes we've stolen."

"that you've stolen, i would never steal from my god."

playboy scoffs, leaning in and whispering in your ear. "they stole your underwear from me, you know. found em in the bathroom, hand down their pants, underwear shoved basically up their nose and those cute eyes of their rolled practically all the way into the back of their skull from the pleasure.." they giggle, putting their hand on your thigh. "we fucked each other while screaming your name, it was quite erotic."

"playboy!" worshipper scolds, resting their head on your thigh. "you said we'd keep that a secret!" they look back up to you, pouting. "i swear i didn't give them my virginity, my darling, i saved that specifically for you and you alone."

"ah, right. i remember now. we masturbated and made out while sharing our collection of you related items. much more sad when you say it like that though.."

worshipper gently, with shaking hands, grabs your hand and holds it, barely able to look at you. "we did kiss, my love, i apologize.. i hope you can forgive us for such sin without you there."

playboy kisses your neck almost shyly, wrapping their hand around yours and worshippers. "we'll make it up to you, dont worry.. i'll be sure to teach worshipper how to properly please you.."

aaa, i just love the idea of playboy guiding worshipper through sex, showing them how to use their mouth, how to stretch themselves out, how to properly ride you, how to fuck you, everything and theyre such a blushing, moaning, shy little mess as playboy guides their hips and whispers in their ear and pinches their chest and reaches between their legs to show them how to make themselves feel good too and playboy just grins at you over their shoulder <3

"see their face? that means theyre gonna cum soon."

"f-fuck, just from- ah!- just from me..?"

"just from you, baby~"

#worshipper yandere #playboy yandere #yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere smut #poised darling

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