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bedsyandco · 1 month

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 … fem!reader x lando norris

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 … just everyone thinking lando and his bsf (you!!) should date. there’s no real time frame for this. it’s all over the place. just little snippets. I don’t really know what I wanted to do with this tbh😭

✰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 … no warnings!!

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 … my first time making content for lando!! I think the friends to lovers trope fits him so well!! I hope you like it!! this is beyond silly so obviously don’t take it too seriously!!

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lando.jpg: she’s already on here all the time🙄 but this is a very special lando.jpg post because it’s someone’s birthday! not gonna get all sappy on you but @.yourusername is the most beautiful, genuine, kindest, funniest, emphatic, caring, loving, rizziest (she forced me to add that last part) person that you’ll ever meet and I’m beyond lucky that I get to call her my bestfriend. Love you forever and a day sunshine. happy birthday!❤️

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landoluvr4: actually gonna go jump off a bridge. this is too much for me

yourusername: the best bestfriend a girl could ask for. love you to bits my lan. 🩷

lilymhe: y/n can rizz me up any day😏🥰

⤷ user44: lily you are so real for this😭

⤷ yourusername: already rizzed you up. you’re my wife 💍💋

⤷ landonorris: @.alexalbon come collect your menace

⤷ yourusername: hey now! don’t talk about my girl like that!

⤷ alexalbon: what she said

maxfewtrell: so am I getting a birthday post dedicated to me or what?

⤷ landonorris: sorry mate there’s only place for one best friend on the .jpg

⤷ maxfewtrell: oh? I see how it is 😔

⤷ landonorris: relax mate. I said on the jpg. you know I have to post my main babes on the main account😘

⤷ yourusername: oh? I see how it is 😔

⤷ landonorris: you can never win in this economy 🧍🏻

user64: when are these two gonna get together

⤷ love4lando: no fr. they have so much chemistry, there’s no way there’s not tension between them

⤷ user70: a guy and a girl can be just friends you guys do know that right?

⤷ love4lando: a guy and a girl? sure. not these two though

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yourusername: race weekend recap. my boy did good🧡

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landonorris: you look good in everything, but especially orange😩

⤷ user34: he’s so down bad it’s insane

⤷ landoluvrr: lando thirsting for y/n on main. what’s new

landonorris: my biggest fan😌

⤷ yourusername: always🥰

user99: you know lando was giggling, blushing and kicking his feet over the “my boy” part

⤷ carlossainz: he was

⤷ oscarpiastri: he screenshotted it, printed it and glued it on his wall

⤷ landonorris: this is why max is my favourite

landofan4: my boyFRIEND. think you missed the rest of the word there

user14: y/n in the paddock again🥺. you love to see it. wish she could come to every race :(

⤷ landonorris: ditto 😔

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landonorris: ❤️

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user46: please tell me this means what I think it means

user29: I could die of cuteness. they’re so adorable

user64: literally 99% of my problems would be solved if this is them hard launching.

carlossainz: cuuute😍

yourusername: ❤️

⤷ landoluvrr: y/n please confirm it for us 😩

yourusername: I love my BF so much🥰

⤷ landonorris: you should. I’m pretty great😌

⤷ oscarpiastri: humble too😉

maxverstappen: fucking finally. took you two long enough

⤷ user21: haha max is all of us rn😭

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fic #lando norris blurb #lando norris insta au #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Megumi's little sister falling head over heels for Yuji (and maybe Sukuna?)

Pairing: Megumi's sister x Yuji; Megumi's sister x Sukuna; Megumi's siter x Mugumi sibling dynamic (Megumi being a cool big bro)

Word Count: 2,7k

Synopsis: After being set on a mission with your crush Yuji, your big brother and Nobara, things don't go as planned as all and force Yuji to sacrifice himself before you have the chance to tell him how you feel. Until Sukuna appears...

Warnings: drama over drama, hurt over hurt, but also a lot of fluff

Notes: I hate to brag about my own work, but this is honestly one of my favorite fics out of my own feather so PLEASE interact in some kind of way with it - will be forever grateful <3

Tags: @sunshine7queen @selen1um-hexafluoride @sanicsmut (tagging you bc I bet you'll like that)

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, just one look at the boy next to your brother is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Yuji Itadori is a walking green flag, the best boyfriend material you stumbled upon in your life. Just seeing his bright smile is enough for you to feel like flying, his inviting brown eyes sweeping you off your feet on a regular basis.

“Oh look, there’s (y/n)”, Yuji speaks out in excitement.

Despite the fact that you are Megumi’s younger sister, you are the complete opposite to him. Kind, open-minded and oh so sweet. When Yuji joined jujutsu high, you were the first who greeted him with open arms, showed him around, trained with him, gave him every little advice you’ve had. It truly is unavoidable to fall head over heels for you in that white uniform with that smile as bright as the sun.

“Hey Yuji, hey grumpy-cat”, you greet both boys, earning a huff from your big brother.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)? Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission right now?”, Megumi questions.

“Oh, Toge and Panda took over for me as the curse seems to be a grade 1. Also, Gojo-sensei needs me here for the training sessions”, you clarify.

Right, the training sessions. It doesn’t sit right with Megumi that you are partly responsible for them. You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, especially your tajutsu abilities are truly outstanding and it’s no surprise that you are the best combat fighter along with Maki. That’s why you grew especially close with Yuji…

Megumi hates the way his friend looks at you with hearts glistening in his eyes and heart hammering so loud that even he is able to hear it. It is no secret to anyone anymore that Yuji Itadori is hopelessly in love with you. How could he not? You are breathtaking beautiful and the kindest person walking on this earth with an angelic voice that could end wars. Only fools wouldn’t fall for you.

But the thing is that you seem to like him too. You, his little precious sister, the one thing he loves more than anything else in this world. The thought of you and Yuji being together alone makes his guts turn.

“Aren’t you too weak for that? You’re still a first year”, Megumi comments dryly.

“Huh? (y/n) is just as strong as you and me, maybe even better. I’m sure she will be great!”, Yuji instinctively replies.

You can’t help but admire him, that beautiful boy with the purest soul. Not even the fact that he inherits parts of the most dangerous curse on this whole planet can keep you from stumbling, crashing and falling for him.

“Yuji, I was wondering if you…If you’d like to meet up with me after today’s training”, you begin, nervously fumbling with your hair.

“No. Way. In. Hell”, Megumi hisses through gritted teeth.

Before Yuji is able to comprehend what is happening or even to answer your precious question, Megumi drags him along with him, away from your striking sight, back at Jujutsu High.

“See you, (y/n)!”, he shouts over his shoulder while waving you goodbye.

“Yeah…”, you mutter, hand dropping in disappointment.

When will you ever be able to get to know him better without your big brother interrupting every sweet moment you have?

“That girl…”

Sukuna leans forward, hand stroking his chin thoughtfully.

You are a pain in the ass, always on this brat’s mind. But you are very easy on his eyes, truly a beauty with decent abilities.

He laughs to himself, eyeing you up and down as your figure disappears.

“This will be fun…”

-the next day-

It sounded so simple and enticing at first. Don’t fight, exclusively rescue survivors, if you encounter a special grade: run. Pairing up with Megumi, Nobara and Yuji. A difficult but manageable task.

Until you got caught in a sphere.

Until Nobara disappeared.

Until Megumi’s divine dog got killed and a special grade curse appeared in front of your very own eyes.

“We can’t leave without her!”, you yell, eyes roaming around in a desperate attempt to find Nobara.

“Not now, (y/n). We’ll find her later, right now we have to-“

This presence. The sheer presence of this creature takes your breath away without even seeing it. There is no doubt that this is…

A special grade.

None of you move, just staring blankly at this thing with its wide open eyes and alien-like appearance next to you. No. You can’t just stand there, move, try to attack it, try to fight.

Suddenly Yuji lunges himself at it, trying to slice into that frightful creature. In the blink of an eye, his hand falls to the ground along with the cursed weapon Maki lent him.

“I-ita…Itadori?”, Megumi stutters next to you.

Time stands still. You can only stand there and watch in horror as he turns around, blood squirting out of his arm.

“Yuji!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

No. No. No.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t reality, right? Maybe it’s Sukuna who tries to play tricks on you. You aren’t even able to hear what Megumi and Yuji talk about, ears ringing so violently that you feel like fainting, sweat dripping from every pore.

Is this how you’ll die? In your first year, together with the boy you never admitted your feelings to and your brother? This can’t be how it ends, you still had so much planned…

“Hey Sukuna, if I die here you die too, right? So you have to help me out.”

“Not true. Even if the part of me that’s inside you dies, there are 18 other fragments of my soul still out there. Still irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body. If you want to switch, go ahead and switch. But once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then I’ll go for that woman. She’s a lively one, I’ll have fun with her. Last but not least, there’s your little friend over there, or should I say girlfriend? What a pleasure it will be to see the light in her fade while she’s staring at the eyes of the boy she loves!”

The thought of him killing his friends with his own hands is frightening enough but killing you…Yuji stares at you in disbelief, the way your glossy eyes are widen in nothing but fear.

“I’m not going to let you do that”, he hisses automatically.

“I bet. But if you’re too focused on me, your friends are gonna die.”

“(y/n), watch out!”

Megumi grabs your collar just in time and pulls you to the side before you get hit full force by the curse. You hold onto his uniform for dear life, feeling like you’ll throw up any minute. This is all too much, way more than you can handle. You don’t want to die yet, especially not here, especially without telling Yuji how you feel. Megumi…You can’t both die here.

“Fushiguro!”

You’re still so young, so full of life…

“Fushiguro!”

Out of instinct, your eyes dart towards Yuji. Control your breathing, gain regulator over your ringing ears.

“Take (y/n) and Kugisaki and get out of here. I’ll keep this one busy until you three are out. As soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal. Once you do…I’ll switch with Sukuna.”

“You know you can’t do that! Not with one arm against a special grade!”, Megumi yells at him while holding onto you tightly.

“Yuji…”, you breathe out, tears now running down your cheeks like waterfalls.

Please, this can’t be happening right now. What Yuji suggests…

Is his certain death.

“Look closer, it’s having fun. It’s obviously toying with us. I can at least buy us some time.”

“No!”, you cry out while tearing you away from your brother’s tight grip to grasp Yuji’s sleeve.

“I can’t just leave you here like that!”

“Please, (y/n), you need to-“

“I love you!”, you blurt out.

“I love you!, Please don’t leave me like that, I love you…”

“I love you too, (y/n), but you have to go now. Fushiguro.”

Your brother’s eyes dart towards you. Despite he has to fight back tears himself, despite the fact that he hates seeing you like that he knows exactly that Yuji is right.

With a swift motion, he frees your hand from Yuji’s sleeve and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you away from this special curse.

Away from Yuji.

“Come on, (y/n). We’re getting through this”, he interject between your toe-curling screams.

All you can feel is numbing grief. You can’t even hear your own cries anymore, vision getting blurry over Megumi’s shoulder. None of this should have happened. This was supposed to be a rescue mission, all of you should have been running the second that curse appeared. But now Yuji is in there alone with a missing hand, risking his own life to save yours.

“Divine dogs, find Kugusaki”, Megumi’s voice shouts from far away, the tiles underneath you moving in rapid motion.

Until slowly but surely, everything around you seems to get dark.

“(y/n), you need to stay with me. (y/n)!”

-later-

Rain wets your face and takes your sight as you open your eyes. Where are you? What happened? You lift yourself up from your sitting position, eyes darting towards Nobara and Ijichi-san who is about to stitch her head up.

Where is Megumi? And what about Yuji? A lump forms in your throat when memories of your last encounter begin to flood your mind. If he’s dead…

You clench your hands into fist, watery eyes darting in front of you. No, don’t think like that. There has to be a reason for Megumi being missing. He must be on his way to look after Yuji. And you’ll definitely to the same.

Your rapid steps make the water to your feet spray in every direction, sharp and heavy breaths hanging in the air. You just have to concentrate on Yuji’s signature cursed energy. After spending so much time together, it’s no problem to detect him anymore. And then you’ll hug him like there’s no tomorrow. Yes, he probably switched with Sukuna and returned as soon as the cursed spirit was gone.

Something makes you stop in your tracks. Foreshadowing, fear, hope? You can’t tell. But the atmosphere around you changed completely. Is he…?

“Yuji?”, you murmur into the heavy rain of the evening.

“Sorry, he’s not coming back.”

You can’t catch your breath, eyes wide open as the body of Yuji pins you against a nearby tree. These tattoos, that smirk.

This is Sukuna.

You fight against his claws as hard as you can only for him to chuckle over your efforts. No, his hand doesn’t move an inch away from your arm, holding you in place effortlessly.

“No need to be frightened, (y/n). Let’s talk a little, shall we?”

“Bring him back”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Who knows why, but he can’t come back. So I’ll keep you entertained”, he replies.

Sukuna wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. Oh, you really are lovely with your wet hair and skin, let alone the way you glare up at him while heavy breathing. Somehow he gets it, how this brat fell head over heels for you.

“I don’t wanna be entertained!”, you yell into his face.

With full force you rip yourself out of his firm grip and attack him. Fists fly through the air, sending him into a nearby tree.

“I’m surprised, when you beat that brat over and over I thought it was because he is weak when in fact, you are pretty strong!”, Sukuna shouts while running towards you with neck breaking speed.

You were never confronted with Sukuna. Since you know Yuji, he was always able to suppress his presence. But right now… Your blood freezes in your veins, the way his usual to tender brown eyes are lit by raging red makes shivers run down your spine.

“Come on (y/n), give me all you’ve got!”

You fight as hard as you can, hitting him with full force over and over. Until it seems like he has enough.

He pushes you into the dirt violently, rain pouring down as all you can do is stare up into his amused face while he sits on top of you.

“Not bad, girl. Not bad”, he hums amused.

His hand sure feels good wrapped around your neck. Yes, slowly but surely Sukuna definitely understands what that brat sees in you. A ray of sunshine while being feisty, looking feminine while being so strong. Impressive, truly impressive. And how the rain pours down at your stunning face.

“Bring. Him. Back.”, you spit at him, very own eyes glistening in thick hatred.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. After all I am technically him. Just a much better version.”

“You will never be him”, you bite back.

His weight on top of you along with his hand wrapped around your neck makes it hard to catch your breath, let alone think straight. Yuji’s uniform is now completely soaking wet, revealing his tight muscles underneath. Of course you always knew how well trained he is. After all, you touched him many times before. But this, him sitting on top of you, his hand wrapped around your neck…

You shake your head. But this isn’t Yuji Itadori. This is Sukuna, the king of curses.

“What’s on your mind? I bet you secretly like that.”

You glare up at him and his stupid grin. What are you supposed to do? Whatever is going on, it doesn’t seem as if Yuji will come back any time soon. Is Megumi around? You can detect him either.

So you have to deal with this on your own.

Fine.

One last deep breath. One last spark of focus to defeat him.

As fast as you can you lift and wrap your legs around his neck, pushing your hips through and holding his hands around your neck in place. With full force you pinch your knees, drive your hips forward and free yourself out of his grip. You can tell that he didn’t expect this, that he won’t fight back. Your fists darts towards his face, only inches away until-

“(y/n).”

Just inches before you hit his nose with full force, you stop in your tracks. No, this didn’t sound like Sukuna. Could it really be…?

“Are you okay?”

“Yuji”, you breathe out.

You tear up, a silent scream of relief escapes your lips as you lunge yourself towards him, landing on top of his chest as you hug him tightly.

“I thought I lost you…”

“Sorry that you were worried. Did Sukuna hurt you? Are you okay?”

His tender brown eyes wander along your slightly bruised body while a wave of respite washes over you. You thought he is dead. Or even worse, that Sukuna will occupy him forever. But he’s back, the boy you love more than anything else.

“I’m fine. How are you?”

Your nails dig into his biceps while you look up at him through wet lashes, rain still pouring down at both of you without mercy.

“I’m okay. Especially since you’re fine.”

Your heart flutters, emotions threaten to overflow.

Screw it. Screw all of it.

“I love you”, you breathe out.

And then your lips meet his. Crushing down at him without mercy, through the heavy rain falls. You let yourself sink into his arms, fireworks are set off inside your stomach. God, Yuji could have died today, the second he faced that cursed spirit alone you were almost certain that you’ll never see him again. But now…Now you’re lying in his arms, kissing him with so much passion that you feel like drowning and suffocating.

“I love you too, (y/n)”, he mumbles against your lips, smiling sweetly.

“God, how much I love you.”

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miyamoratsumuu · 4 months

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i absolutely love your haikyuu hcs with mood boards and i wanna request tsukishima kei for the third part (I LOVE HIM SO MUCHBIEUUERHIBHS)

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐰/ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑!! ♡

pt. 1 - pt. 2

characters: k. bokuto, h. iwaizumi, k. tsukishima

note: I am so so sorry for the wait, but here it is!! I hope you like it<3 implied fem partner for all of them, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest!!:)

navigation . . .

haikyuu masterlist

BOKUTO KOTARO "I love you for who you are, sweetheart. always and forever. that's a promise."

this man is literally the living definition of a golden retriever boyfriend. he'll do anything, and I mean anything just to see your pretty smile. your feet start to hurt while walking? blink and you're already being carried off your feet. you stare at something at a store way longer than you do at everything else? you can bet he's ready to buy it for you asap. even when you quietly mumble something about being thirsty or hungry, he's already dragging you to the nearest place where you both could get something to eat or drink.

he's def an acts of service and words of affirmation type of person. he's consistent with it too, it's what he does best with the people he loves, ofc. every single day, he makes sure to remind you and show you how much he cares for you through his words and actions. every morning, you'd wake up to a good morning text from your fav owl boy accompanied with the most exaggerated compliments (if you could even call some of them that) he could think of. some of his best ones are "good morning to the best, kindest, smartest, most gorgeous girl I've ever met! have an amaaazzziiingggg day!!!" and "you never asked me, but did you know that I WOULD still date you even if you were a worm? heck even if you were a grasshopper, I'd still love you. I hope u have a great day!!!! good morning btw:DD".

kotaro loves to show off to everyone how he's yours and you're his. when you're out, it's often that he'll be carrying your bag or anything you're carrying for you. his hands are ready to be of help to you anytime anywhere, really. there was one time when the two of you were at a cinema waiting for the movie to start. you were wearing a claw clip to keep your hair up, and we all know how uncomfortable it could be to lean against a headrest while wearing one of those. you took it off and asked kotaro to hold it for you. what you didn't notice was that he didn't give it back to you. that was until the 2 hour movie finished and you noticed the claw clip clipped onto the front of his shirt. when you asked for it back though, he didn't want to give it back to you because "it's to let everyone know that I'm just for you babe!"

this man is also the type that loves having matching stuff with you. it could range from matching shirts, keychains, caps, to phone cases and social media account bios. as long as you consent to it, of course. he (and all the other haikyuu boys) would never ever want to force you into doing something you don't want to. one of your matching stuff are lego figures that have shirts saying "I <3 my bf" and "I <3 my gf". kotaro thought they were cute, given that the lego set they came in was a blast to build too. the two of you having an at home date to build it was a bonus.

another time that the two of you were absolutely adorable was when you stopped by a convenience store on the way back from a hang out some friends. both of you were craving a sweet candy but didn't want to be holding a pack of it in your hands while you walked, so you decided to buy a ring pop. one for yourself, and one for kotaro. outside the convenience store as he was removing the plastic wrap of yours for you, kotaro mumbled something he didn't think you would hear but you absolutely did. "this could be practice rings for when we get our actual wedding bands in the future". you were speechless as he successfully took the wrapper off, and slid the ring onto your finger while he had one of the biggest grin on his face.

intimate moments aren't always consisted of sexual acts or so. you've proven that with your intimate tomes with kotaro that included you styling his hair during the times it was down, with you sat on the bed or a couch while his head is laid in your lap. or the times the two of you were so bored that you managed to find old coloring books somewhere in your house and colored them while you laid on the floor flat on your stomach. or of course the times the two of you pretended that your plushies were your "children" and took care of them as though they were real living things. it's never a dull time with kotaro. for he'd do anything to keep being the reason you smile because you're always the reason for his.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME "I took on the job of protecting you and your heart when I decided to be yours, darling. and I never plan on resigning. "

hajime was a mess when he first started to like you. at first he wasn't even sure about what he was feeling, leaving him confused. he didn't want to talk to toru about it, because he thought it would only show how lost he is and he didn't really need his best friend to rub it in his face. he loves him, but he decided he'd try figuring this out on his own for now. of course the thought of him liking you came to mind. how could he not? you're kind, understanding, you both get along splendidly, and you've been there for him since the beginning of your highschool years. he denied it at first, thinking that he was just in his feels because of the thought of you guys nearing the end of your third year, and eventually having to split up soon. but hajime wasn't an idiot. after a few more days of thinking about it, he knew what his feelings meant and he knew he had to accept it.

and the rest was history. honestly, you two should thank toru, mattsun, and makki for being the reasons the two of you got together. the both of you were somewhat cowards to confess your feelings to one another but both of you were so painfully obvious that the three of your closest friends had to take matters into their own hands. (yes, they used the cliche 7 minutes in heaven tactic)

when the two of you start dating though, all shyness leaves hajime. he still wasn't big on pda, but he still made sure to let the people around you know that you were together. especially if other guys try to push their luck too much. during the times the two of you are out in public, it's often that hajime would place an arm around your waist or shoulder, or a hand on the small of your back. his touches are subtle, but he does it with the upmost care.

dates with hajime are usually indoor ones at either one of your homes. mostly, the two of you spend time with one another wrapped in each other's embrace, watching a movie or catching up on the tv show you both promised you would always watch together. and other times, you would switch things up and try out new activities together. some of the activities that the two of you had already done was doing art projects together like painting, building lego sets together, and making late night snacks.

on the few times that you had dates that involved leaving the house, it would often be at the mall or some kind of park. after the mall dates the two of you have, it can't be helped if you bring home a shopping bag or two. if you do, hajime insists on carrying them for you. he would carry the bags on one hand while he holds yours with the other. though during the times both of his hands were occupied, he would let you grab the back of his shirt just so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd of people. during your amusement park or public park dates, there are times that something catches your eye. the moment that hajime notices you looking at it longer than you would, he immediately insists on buying it for you. it doesn't matter if it's something you don't need, as long as you're happy, he is too.

hajime is also the type of lover that always has you in mind too. on times that he's out in public by himself running errands or so, at the times he would see something that ever so slightly reminds him of you, he would buy it immediately, or if he isn't able to at the moment, he would take a picture of it and either send it to you or keep it to himself for later.

he isn't the best at expressing himself through words, not even close. but all it takes for you to know how much he really cared for you is to see just how he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters in the world. it doesn't matter what you're doing at all. when his gentle gaze meets yours with a soft smile on his lips, it was more than enough to express what he really feels about you.

TSUKISHIMA KEI "stop denying it, doll. we both know you love me. I love you too, if that's what you keep worrying about."

kei never really seemed like the type to be so whipped for someone. so imagine the shock when his closest friends catch him buying a bouquet from time to time on his way home. they often thought that he was buying them for himself as a decoration change back at home, you know? little did they know that he never headed straight home during those days. he would stop by your house and hand the bouquets to you. (with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, of course) the two of you attend different schools and your houses have quite a distance from each other, so you could say that these visits of his is his way of making up for lost time.

like hajime, kei isn't used to expressing his feelings through words. he rarely does it. instead, he shows it in the little things he does for you. one time after a formal event that the two of you attended, his home was close to the venue so the two of you decided to just walk back. what you didn't realize when you made this decision was that your feet were already starting to hurt from the heels you were wearing. kei noticed your steps getting slower so he stopped walking beside you. you noticed, and stopped as well. with a sigh, kei got down on one knee and began to take off the straps on your heels. it only took a tap on your foot and a sarcastic look from him to convince you to take your shoes off. once they were off, he held both shoes on one hand and turned to you. "here" he takes his shoes off. he hands them to you "wear these until we get home. the socks I'm wearing don't get dirty easily anyway" he turned his head away from you as he stretched his arm out for you to rake the shoes. you stare at him, never expecting him to do something like this. "are you gonna take them or not?" with a chuckle, you accept the shoes and put them on. you hold onto kei's hand as the both of you continue on your way home, with kei carrying your god-forsaken heels.

one weekend morning after a night of continuous rain, you texted kei inviting him to go biking with you around town. minutes later, he's knocking at your front door, his bike leaning on the wall to the side. once the teo of you were on the streets, you quickly noticed how slippery the roads were. not wanting to get into any accidents, kei reached his hand towards you, gesturing for you to hold onto his hand. the whole time you two were riding your bikes, your fingers were intertwined with each other's.

on the very few times shoyo, tobio, and tadashi convinced kei to play video games with them, you often sit in with kei in his room while he plays. either you're sitting on a chair beside him, or you're directly sitting on his lap. you usually stay quiet to not disturb kei's chat with the guys, but he rarely uses his mic anyway, so usually it's the two of you talking while he plays instead of him talking to his three friends in the call.

while the two of you were still "just friends", you already knew that kei had a habit of listening to music a lot. when you did start dating, you made it a point to send kei a song that reminds you of him every three days or so. the first few weeks, he was confused, not seeing the point of you doing it, bt after a while, he got used to it. after two months of you sending him songs, he compiled all of them into one playlist, adding more to it every time you send him a new one.

you didn't know about this, of course. until one day, you were on your bed waiting for kei to come back from the kitchen. you were on his phone (with his permission, of course) opening every app you were curious about, you eventually found yourself opening his music app. you were expecting to only see a playlist of songs from his favorite artists, or a playlist of the songs he listens to almost every day. but the playlist that caught your attention first was neither of those you had in mind. it was only named "." but the playlist photo was a mirror picture of the two of you. you opened it, curious to see what songs it contained. you scrolled through the songs, with some familiarity about them. it was on the tip of your tongue, you just couldn't remember what was so familiar about them to you. that was until you scrolled down to see the latest song added to the playlist. it was the most recent "this reminds me of you" song you sent kei just yesterday. then it dawned on you. 'these are the songs I've been sending him for the past few months! and he has all of them in a playlist!' you smile giddily to yourself at how sweet you thought this all was. by the perfect timing, kei walks through the door, to find you squealing in your bed about how much he loves you. he does though, a lot.

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mimixmunson · 10 days

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eddie or steve with alternative!reader, like face piercings, black makeup, allat stuff

and nsfw or not but they would just be so smitten and follow them around and nod dumbly to whatever reader says bcus theyre so pretty and scary looking

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Belly button piercings. Steddie x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

I’m so sorry this is basically not what you asked for but I tried!! Hope this is okay! I really got in ‘the zone’ and wrote this all in one lmao!

You first noticed them when you were working, it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were waiting for your next appointment to arrive. Your client wanted a belly button piercing, something you’d done a million times in your job as a body piercer, it was second nature to you now. Especially since you have so many metal adjustments to yourself too, several facial piercings that happen to catch people’s eyes. You get complimented on your vertical labret often, but your favourite was the piercing that only you were allowed to see at the moment, single life really was keeping you from excitement.

They stood shyly in the doorway, the dark haired boy seemingly more confident than the brunette. He stood a little taller, had some ear piercings himself and as he took off his jacket, handing it to the other guy, you noticed his tattoos. You had a few of your own, some of which you’d actually given yourself. The long haired guy fiddled with his rings, he basically had one on each finger, the skull one catching your eye the most. It was cool, you make a mental note to see if you can find one of those for yourself.

The more metal looking of the men spoke, “Hi. I’m Eddie. I’m here for my piercing?” He had a great voice, he definitely was confident like you had expected. You offer him a friendly smile and show him out back to your studio after taking his payment, giving him his consent form and running him through the aftercare. “Can my boyfriend come too?” He questioned shyly, holding the brunette man’s hand behind his back. You nod and laugh, assuming he can’t be afraid of needles if he’s got so many tattoos. “Follow me, both of you are welcome, there’s always room for an emotional support person. Even if you are a pretty metal head or a…” You stood still and looked him up and down. “Frat boy?” You laugh, hoping to get the same reaction from them, it always helped to make jokes to ease your clients nerves.

In the kindest possible way they looked stupid, like they’d seen a ghost. Eddie’s jaw had dropped, he’s practically drooling at the compliment and his boyfriend? His cheeks are bright red. He nods dumbly, like every single thought in his pretty head had been knocked out by your comment.

“I don’t need!- whatever. This is Steve.” Eddie shakes his head and chuckles at your joke. “Thank you for letting me watch, I kinda wanted to see how you do this whole piercing thing, I’m tempted to get one myself.” Steve spoke finally, his voice a lot softer than Eddie’s. His face was flushed, embarrassed by his own words.

You mark up Eddie’s belly button, making sure the lining you drew was straight and offer him a look in the mirror. As he stands upright, staring at the pen marks on his midriff you notice them for the second time that day. But it wasn’t just them, it was how they looked at you. Their eyes followed you, ever since they stood hunched over in the doorway of the waiting room. Their eyes never left you, dancing around your face and more recently, your pants.

You’d been ogled over before, sort of part and parcel of the job. Men had come into your studio just to ask you if you had any “naughty” piercings or assume you must be freaky in bed because you’re tatted and pierced. But you didn’t mind the way they were looking at you. Almost like you were an enigma, a paradox.

“Stevie here’s acting scared but don’t let him fool you, he likes a bit of pain.” Eddie giggles over his own words whilst Steve shoots him a look, giving him daggers. You noticed the way Steve blushed again, it’s adorable really. His cheeks flushed at everything. “Is that so? Well the belly button piercing is just a little pinch really, the clamp is the worst part. Just breathe through it and it’s over. I promise, I’ll be gentle. To you that is, might have to be a little more rough with this one huh? He seems insistent on embarrassing you doesn’t he, sweetheart?” You motion to Eddie, wiggling the capped needle around in your fingers. Steve threw his head back in laughter, squeezing Eddie’s hand in his own, “t-thanks.” He stutters through his words, you could definitely see this guy being a submissive. His entire nature is submissive. Your mind escapes you as you imagine what he’d look like tied to your bed. Would Eddie join you in dominating Steve or would you have them both at your mercy?

That was a hell of a way to break the ice, finding out your client’s boyfriend is a pain slut definitely was a new one. Fantasising about your clients even more so, but they are so endearing.

“Okay you ready?” You glance up at Eddie, he nods and you position your needle. “And 3, 2, 1, aaaand done.” You feed the needle through his belly button, you remove the needle and leave the plastic tube inside the freshly pierced hole. “And here’s the stingy part.” You mutter as you thread his chosen jewellery through the plastic tube of the needle and twists the ball on top, wiping and sterilising his belly button. “How was it?” Steve questioned, still looking at Eddie through his fingers across his eyes. “Completely fine babe, princess here has magic fingers.” He shoots you a smirk in an attempt to fluster you back for earlier.

“Sure do. Are you up next Steve? I have time to slot you in now, I’ve got a free hour.” Inquiring as clean up your work space once more. “N-no. Maybe next time.” He responds with the weakest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s scared, if any of the goosebumps on his skin suggest, that’s understandable. Poor thing, he’s a completely blank canvas and a piercing is a pretty big commitment to make. Eddie smiles, whispering something in-audible to Steve which of course left him with a flushed face again.

You squat down to your drawers to reach a form, and as you bend over you hear a groan. Well more of a grunt, you smirk whilst your back is turned. These boys were too cute. Wondering which of them you could make yours first, maybe take the easy frightened little lamb and watch his protector follow. What sounds would they make? You could break down the act that Eddie puts up and make him melt in your hands? Was the act he puts up all a ploy, was Steve the top? So many questions run through your mind, but you knew something for certain. This was precious. These boys were precious. Behind you, you hear some giggling. Still searching for the feedback form you have to leave it up to your imagination, but it ate at you. What were they giggling about? You hadn’t imagined the handcuffs attached to Eddie’s belt, maybe he was teasing him by showing Steve what he’d be tied with that night? Maybe they’d pointed at you pretty ass bend over so nicely on display for them and daydreamed about having you in those cuffs?

You twist your face over your shoulder to face them as you pick up the form, your elbows squeezing together ‘accidentally’. Steve shys away from looking but you can tell he wants to, it was obvious. His eyes darted around the room, from the mirror across from you, and back to your chest. Whereas Eddie? His jaw was on the floor, his vision transfixed on your chest.

“Okay, well in that case when you’re ready I need you, Eddie to fill in this form about how your experience was here today. We give them to all our clients.”

You commanded, handing him the form and a pen, watching as he filled it out pretty quickly. It was cute, through the whole time you’d spent together, Steve hadn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Following him around like a lost dog, but he still couldn’t stop his eyes from moving over you. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand again and he looks down at his lap. Oh. Was it the pain of the piercing or your body that made that tent in his pants appear? Steve bites his lip and reaches out to palm his hand over Eddie’s bulge. He squirms and swats at his boyfriend’s hands. Oh god could they get any cuter, flustered and bratty? The things you could do.

He shuffles his jacket across his waist, hoping you hadn’t seen it. Handing you the form back, you walk them both back into the waiting room. You sign the form to prove you had administered the piercing, handing it back to Eddie to take his copy home for safe keeping. Chewing on your pen lid, you giggle as the leave your studio. You wonder how long it will be until they read the note you left them on the paper.

“Let me know if you want that piercing Stevie, I think you’d both suit little matching belly bars. The cutest boys. If I’ve read this wrong ignore me and I apologise but if I haven’t? Call me. *phone number*.”

Well you’ve had worse days at work.

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dearsnow · 8 months

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ORLANDO (FIRST KISS)

- charlie, your best friend, attempts to set you up with the crush he is convinced you have. (charlie dalton x gn!reader, includes some neil being a good friend, slight angst into fluff, happy au, no beta we die like real men)

word count: 2,647

a/n - i love charlie so much oh my god 😭 hopefully there’s more to come with him! i’m planning a very long fic for him, hopefully similar in feeling to my neil fic “the last time” :) this is slightly inspired by the song “orlando” by leith ross so pls check them out!!

It’s 1:32 AM on a Friday night (Saturday, technically, but that rarely seems to matter), and Charlie Dalton is refusing to let you sleep.

“You’ve got to tell me. I swear, cross my heart, I won’t tell a soul.” He begs.

Charlie has been your best friend for god knows how long. You met so long ago that you don’t even remember how or why; it just was. That’s exactly what your relationship is. There’s really no rhyme or reason, considering you would detest anyone else with his personality, but you’re friends anyways, and you love him with all your heart. Opposites attract, you suppose. You don’t know for sure. Most days, including today, he is extremely and desperately annoying.

You slump down onto his bed, covering your eyes with your hands. He’s gotten it into his mind that you have a crush, and he won’t rest until he finds out who it is. Lucky you.

“Charlie, it’s no one.” You groan, peeking past your fingers to stare at him with a cross expression. “Even if I did like someone, I wouldn’t tell you.”

The problem is, you do like someone, and he’s sitting right in front of you with messy hair and pajama pants.

Your feelings for him, just like your meeting, are so far buried in the past that you couldn’t dig them up with an excavator. One day, you suppose, you just started to fall in love with him. He’s annoying and rich and a total smart-ass, but you love him. In some soft, quiet ways, he is the kindest boy you’ve ever met.

He notices when you get cut off mid-conversation or when you’re just a little too uncomfortable to talk to the person in front of you. He knows you like the back of his hand and puts his knowledge to use without ever having to ask, like how he always gets you exactly what you want on your birthday. He’s smart and energized and a breath of fresh air, no matter how stale the room is. And, of course, though you would rarely tell him, he is dashingly handsome.

He sits up straighter and begins listing every boy you’ve ever come in contact with. “Meeks? You always did like his type. Ooh, or Pitts? He’s a pitiful lady-killer. Todd is another good choice. Knox has got his thing with Chris, so you probably wouldn’t like him unless you’re into getting your heart broken.” He stops his ranting to take a breath, then continues on. “You cannot like Cameron because if you do, I won’t ever talk to you again. It isn’t Cameron, right?”

You scoff. “I don’t have a crush. Stop trying to guess a person that doesn’t exist.”

“Neil?” He questions. You hesitate just a bit before waving away his suggestion. Neil is a very good friend of both yours and his, and truthfully, he would definitely be the best boyfriend out of all of them. Despite that, you do not love him like you love Charlie. Not even close.

He catches on to your hesitation with scary accuracy. The tilt of your head, the twitch of your hand, the way the corners of your mouth almost curved up into a smile. Charlie feels his heart drop. “Oh my god, it’s Neil. Of course it’s Neil, it’s always Neil! You like Neil.” Neil is, unbeknownst to him, a complete catch. It makes sense that you would like him. After all, he’s kind, outgoing, and a whole lot nicer than Charlie is. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Like you, Charlie doesn’t exactly know when you came into his life. Maybe a stuffy dinner party or a prep event- all that matters to him is that you’re here now, and he loves you. He does, however, know when he started loving you.

It was seventh grade at a school dance, and you had decided to go with a boy he barely knew. When the boy asked you out with a pocketed rose and a shy smile, Charlie felt his blood boiling. How dare he, he thought, take you away from him? You’re his best friend. He would have bought you an entire flower shop had you said the word.

Seeing you waltz with him in your pretty outfit, as awkward and stiff as you both were, was too much for him to bear. Charlie left early, prompting you to follow him. The scene that resulted was one you both tried heavily to erase.

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” You panted, hurrying after him as fast as your pinchy shoes would allow. “Charlie. Charlie! Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing. Just go away.” He sniffled. You turned the corner to see him sitting on a curb, tears tracking down his face. If you knew one thing about Charlie Dalton, it was that he hated crying. You sat down next to him, but he turned to face the trees to his left.

“What happened?” You asked gently. How he despised your gentle care.

“I hate you. Go away.” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence. “I never want to see you again.”

Something in you snapped in that moment, something angry and sad all at once. He was hurting, and you loathed it, but Charlie always got what he wanted in the end.

You stood up and left, muttering a “sorry” over your shoulder.

He tried to avoid you for a while after that, but as with all fated things, he couldn’t stay away for long. He went back to you without a hint of apology, and you took him. Begrudgingly, you just couldn’t be without your best friend for very long.

He knew he loved you then, and that fact hasn’t changed in the present.

“I don’t like Neil.” You insist. “Trust me.”

Charlie stands to pace around his room, talking with his hands as per usual. “Y’know, you always seem smiley around him. I should’ve seen it coming, really. The way you talk to him can’t be platonic.” You sigh from the bed, and Charlie flops down beside you. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin. It’s pleasant, like a ray of sun on a cold day. You instinctively move closer to him as he opens his mouth. “I could probably get you a date with him. Not that you couldn’t do it yourself, but,” he pauses, a hint of hurt humor in his eyes, “I could be your wingman.”

He doesn’t want to be. He really doesn’t want to be, but what can he do? He would rather see you happy with Neil than miserable with no one. Despite how much he hates it, he’s gotten over most of his prepubescent jealousy. He knows deep down in the very achingly sad part of him that you don’t love him. At least, not the way he loves you.

You’re facing him, your nose inches away from his chest as your heart pounds in yours. He really wants you to get with Neil. Well, if that’s how he feels, you don’t feel the need to reject the offer. Maybe this is just the thing you need. What’s the point in pining after him when he’s actively trying to set you up with his second best friend?

“Yeah. That… I would like that.” Charlie’s heart crumbles in his chest.

“Then I’ll get right on it.” He grins. Behind the smile, sadness is swimming in his eyes, but you don’t bother to look at them.

It’s winter break, one of Charlie’s favorite times of the year, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this sad before.

By the time the next weekend rolled around, you had almost forgotten about Charlie’s proposed setup. But, on this Saturday when you’re cozy in your room, Neil comes knocking at your door.

You open the door, slightly surprised. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers with a small grin on his face. They’re your favorite flowers.

“Hi.” He says. His voice is breathless.

You raise your eyebrows, but for some reason, you can’t help but smile. Neil is standing in your doorway, and you feel like you know what he’s going to ask. “Hey.”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He implores, holding the bouquet out for you to take. “It doesn’t have to be right now, but… I’m ready if you are.” He’s dressed in a crisp suit, and if you’re being honest, you’d hate to make him go home without putting it to use.

You laugh lightly, the feeling bubbling out of your stomach. “Yeah, I’d love that. Just let me get ready and I’ll be out in ten minutes.”

Two days prior to Saturday, Charlie proposed a dead poets town trip. They were milling around, bouncing from shop to shop before Charlie clasped Neil on the shoulder.

“What do you think about Y/N?”

Neil turned, confused. “What do you mean?”

There was a smirk on Charlie’s face, but he hesitated like he didn’t actually want to say the words he was about to say. “I mean, I think you two would be a pretty cute couple.”

Neil let out a huff of air, almost in disbelief. “You’ve been in love with them since seventh grade, Nuwanda. Don’t try to act like you aren’t.”

Charlie gasped exaggeratedly and put a hand over his heart. “How dare you suggest that! I just want the best for my dearest friends.” The others laughed. Every single one of them knew that Charlie harbored deep feelings for you- and every single one of them knew he would never admit it. “Look, just one date. Ask them out on Saturday. They really like you, and I know they’re free, so they can’t pull any excuses.”

“I just don’t know.” Neil admitted. “They’re great and all, but I’d feel bad if I stole away your crush of four years.”

“You won’t be stealing anything, my boy. Just think about it.” Charlie knew he was lying, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he also knew that somehow, he was making the right decision.

Like all of your romantic endeavors, your date with Neil is slightly awkward. He’s your friend, sure, but you’ve never really thought about him like this before. You never even considered dating him. It’s always been Charlie. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to broaden your horizons.

After the initial tension, you would like to believe it went well. Neil walks you out of the restaurant, holding your arm. He’s smiling, and you feel your own expression falter. You like him, you really do, but some part of you knows that he will never be Charlie.

He leans closer to you, almost close enough to touch. Your heart pounds in your chest as he whispers something into your ear. “Don’t look, but Charlie’s watching. Pretend I’m kissing you.”

You’re taken aback as your eyes try to search for his brown hair, but after a second, you comply. You shut your eyes and thread your fingers through Neil’s. To anyone else, especially anyone inside of the restaurant, it looks like you’re smashing tongues with him.

Neil walks you home as the day fades into night, and as much as you ask, your questions are left unanswered with a sly wink.

“I can’t believe you would do that.” Charlie rages. “It was meant to be a date, not a date and a tongue fuck! That was their first kiss, Neil, and you’ve stripped them of it!” He doesn’t know why he’s so outrageously enraged. It was a quick kiss from the boy you’ve been crushing on. He should be overjoyed for you.

“It wasn’t like that, Charlie. Just ask them.” Neil is surprisingly calm, considering his friend is screaming at him. “Ask them. Go on.” He pushes Charlie’s shoulder. “I walked them home.”

Charlie grumbles, his gut twisted into shaking, angry knots. “I will. If they tell me you did anything weird, though, you’re dead.” Neil shakes his head.

“I think you’d kill me even if I didn’t kiss them.”

For the second time, you hear a knock at your door. This one is loud and frenzied, but through the haze, you can tell who it is. Who else would knock so harshly at 11:23 at night? It’s a good four hours after your date, so it definitely can’t be Neil.

You open the door, clad in pajamas and a frown. “Seriously, Charlie? You’re gonna wake the whole neighborhood.”

“Did he kiss you?” Ah, straight to the point. He’s never one to beat around the bush.

“What’s it to you?” You defend. “You didn’t care about that possibility when you wanted me to date him.” You cross your arms. Why the hell is he so upset? You don’t understand anything about this. His motives, his feelings, right now, they’re more confusing than he’s ever been. Well, save for one night. Oddly, this reminds you of that dance a few years back. You don’t want that to happen again, so whatever’s going on has to stop.

He opens his mouth and then closes it like he’s actually considering what he wants to say for the first time in his life. “I just…” A defeated expression tugs his face down. Your heart plummets. You rarely ever see him crestfallen. The last time was four years ago, and you had hoped you would never see him like that again.

He turns to walk away. He can’t do it, he just can’t. He’s walking so fast the pavement under his feet is a blur, and you chase after him.

“Charlie, what are you-“ He turns, seeing the confusion on your face.

When he looks at you, all Charlie can see is love. He loves your voice, the curve of your lips, the way you do anything and everything. In that moment, when he sees you with tired eyes, his inhibitions flee like rabbits from a wolf. Maybe, just maybe, he can.

Before you can ask, yet after you see the fire in his eyes, he grabs your arm and cuts you off.

“Can I kiss you?”

You’re taken aback for a moment, lips parted, not speaking a word. His hair is messy and the tear tracks on his cheeks glisten in the street lights. It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted has sprung to life before your eyes. “Yes, but-“

He presses his lips to yours, effectively cutting off any further communication once again. His grip on you softens as his hands reach up to cup your face. Your eyes flutter shut, and a million different things race through your mind. All you can consciously think is that you never want it to end.

When he pulls away, breathless, something new is shining in his eyes. “I hope that wasn’t bad for a second kiss.” He smiles. He’s still worried, more so than he’s ever been, but that was the most amazing thing he thinks he’s ever done.

“Second? Charlie, that was my first.”

He pauses. “So Neil didn’t kiss you?”

You laugh, and upon seeing his even more excited face, you laugh so hard you double over. He joins, and your giggles are probably too loud for how late it is. “No! God no, he told me to pretend because you were watching.” Your voice comes out humorous and strained, with so much joy behind the tone that Charlie can feel himself starting to laugh again. “Were- Were you in the restaurant for our whole date?”

“Yeah.” He chokes out. “I couldn’t just let the love of my life date some other guy without my knowledge, right?”

“Oh, totally. Maybe you should ask me out next time, then, to completely avoid this whole scenario.” He pulls you in, laughing against your shoulder.

“Sure. Yeah, I think I will. Next time, I’ll make sure of it.”

#solar eclipse.#charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton #dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic #dps #dps fanfiction #dps fandom #dps x reader #dps charlie

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 4 months

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Stuffed Heart 🧸

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: How's your year going so far?? I'm so sorry for just disappearing for two weeks 😭 I was so goddamn tired, and I just didn't have the energy to write. I'll be working on your requests immediately, I promise!! To get back in and as a little apology, have this 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: fluffy omfg, this might be completely ooc for Leon, but it's cute, so it gets a pass.

《Word count》: 1.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

Masterlist ✨️

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"Promise you won't laugh at me?"

"Baby, why would I ever laugh at you?"

You chewed on your lip, your brows pulled together while your hands were behind your back. Today was the first night you'd spent in your new shared apartment together.

You were beyond excited, but you were embarrassed of your sleeping habits, having them be deemed childish by many other people. And the last thing you wanted Leon to see you as was childish.

Sure, you'd spent nights together; most of them at his place. And when you did spend them at yours, you always made sure to stuff your embarrassing secret into the farthest depths of your closet.

You loved Leon more than anything, and the fact that you were thinking he would look at you weird or even laugh at you made the guilt in your stomach bubble up. He was the kindest person you knew, and he was your boyfriend. He wouldn't think of you differently. Right?

"Because it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, your head hanging low.

Leon raised a brow at you. He was seated on the edge of your bed, already dressed in his sleep attire, as were you.

"Sweetheart, whatever you're hiding behind your sweet little self, I can assure you, is not embarrassing. We're in a relationship, being embarrassed around each other is off the table." He chuckled, making a faint smile tug at your lips.

"C'mere." Leon spread his thighs a little and beckoned you to slot between them with a motion of his hands.

Sighing softly, you shuffled over and stood between his legs, your bottom lip joting out in a small pout. His strong arms snaked around your hips.

"I love you, alright? There's nothing you can pull out from behind your back that would make me love you any less. I promise you." Leon said, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"And I don't want to rush you, but I'm dog tired and I just want you in my arms."

He did look tired. There were subtle bags under his eyes, and he had been yawning from to time. His eyes were half lidded, and he had that hazy, goofy grin on his face that you loved so much.

You felt bad for keeping him up, knowing how hard and gruesome his work was. You caved with a sigh.

"Okay..." you started to move your arms from behind your back, a still unsure expression on your face. Your hands settled in front of your stomach, a soft animal plushie in each hand.

Leon's heart swelled when he saw the faint blush on your cheeks and your little soft friends in your grasp. In your right was a light brown bear with a little striped heart on its chest, and in your left was a white bunny with floppy ears and a pink nose.

His smile grew as he inspected the plushies. You were absolutely adorable in his mind, and this had just solidified that fact in his heart as well. God, you were so precious.

You were embarrassed because you owned and presumably wanted to sleep with your beloved stuffies? He swore he felt his heart grow in size as you took over even more of it.

"This... This is what you were embarrassed about?" He asked gently, a sweet grin on his face.

"I mean... yeah. I know it's childish and maybe even weird but-" Leon interrupted you with his thumb over your lips as he cupped your cheek.

"S'not childish or weird. I think it's really cute, actually."

"You do?" You asked in slight disbelief, your shoulders dropping.

"I do. Now, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" He smiled, rubbing circles into the back of your thighs. An inevitable smile broke out on your face as you held your pluhsies a little higher so they were at eye level with Leon.

"This," you lifted the fluffy bear just a little,"is Honey. And this is Rosie." You said softly, the soft ears of the bunny moving with your movement.

"Nice to meet you, ladies." he said politely, taking their small paws and shaking them. He had to take them between two fingers as his hand could engulf them whole.

"I hope you took good care of my girl, yeah?" You had to stop yourself from squealing and giggling. This was the most adorable interaction you'd ever witnessed and it was between your stuffed animals and your boyfriend.

"Can they stay?" You questioned timidly, still insecure about your plushies despite the obvious positive response from Leon.

"Bold of you to assume they're allowed to leave." He grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swiftly pulling you on top of him, successfully trapping both Honey and Rosie between the two of you. You giggled when you fell onto his chest, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

"Oh wow, they're really snuggly." His words were muffled, his face nuzzling against the soft tops of their heads that were peaking out from underneath you.

Before you could respond and tell him that you take very good care of them because they mean a lot to you, he whispered another phrase, so quiet you could've missed it.

"They smell like you, I love them." It made your heart melt. It was a sleepy ramble, a dazed confession as his eyes started to fall shut.

"M'sorry for keeping you up, Baby." You whispered, brushing some of his stray blonde strands out of his face. Leon mumbled something that resembled a simple 'S'okay', tightening his arms around your middle. He did eventually maneuver your little cuddle pile further onto the bed until his head finally hit his soft pillow.

He'd refused to let go of you, making the moving of the cuddle pile a little inconvenient as he shimmied his body up the bed with drowsy grunts while you rocked from side to side, little giggles escaping you.

"I could've just gotten off, you know." You grinned sleepily, gazing up at Leon who was basically out cold at this point, though he made no effort to ever loosen his arms around you.

"S'much better like this. 'nd I'm a strong boy." He sighed, all the tension and stress that sat rooted deep within his muscles fading away.

You couldn't help but smile when he attempted a vague flexing motion only for his heavy arm to fall back onto your waist.

"The strongest boy. My strong boy." You nuzzled your face into his chest, your stuffed bear hugged close to your heart while Rosie was pressed up against Leon's cheek, squishing it in the cutest way possible.

He smiled when he heard you call him 'your strong boy'. He knew that he would never have nightmares when he was with you, your comfort and affection shielding him from all the evil his mind conjured up.

And now, with a snuggly bunny plush pressed against his face, the fluffy bear on his chest and you, his perfect girl, in his arms he was content as ever.

So, with a smile on both your faces and a fulfilled heart, you drifted off into the soft pink and purple swirls that were your dreamland.

With mumbled 'good night's and 'I love you's, you couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.

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Hope you enjoyed <3

#bumblebeesfromvenus #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #resident evil leon #leon kennedy fluff

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bloodyhoon · 2 months

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sacrifice (eat me up)

pairing: boyfriend vampire! park sunghoon x female! reader

genre: a bit angst? & a bit suggestive at the end.

warnings: mentions of infidelity, crying, blood, biting. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: +1k.

note: i think i'm a little obsessed with vampire hoon so i'll probably write a lot of drabbles.

the first time you saw sunghoon you couldn't take your eyes off him. he seemed magnetic to you, you had never experienced that feeling with anyone before and after that day, you never met another person who attracted you in that way again. perhaps for reasons of fate, you began to see each other and that led you to where you were now, you started a relationship and lived together after just a year. everyone used to say that you were too young to take that step, but you didn't care because you were in love.

one day you started to notice strange things about him. he used to go out for days saying that he had a trip to take, when you slept he never fell asleep before you and always woke up before you too. his person in general seemed strange to you, smooth and pale skin contrasting with his black hair, his hands were extremely cold every time he touched you and his way of being and facing life even though you were barely in your early 20s was amazing. he behaved as if he lived many lives. you believe that he was a supernatural. no, actually he was supernatural. one day, crying, you packed your suitcases and told him that you were leaving because you felt that he was hiding things from you. your first theory was that he was cheating on you and you yelled it in his face with pain. you saw the change in his expression and the desperation with which held you in his arms, begging you not to leave him and swearing that he would give you an explanation.

"i'm a vampire" he said looking serious. you laughed and cried harder, hating him for not making up a better excuse, until the tears suddenly stopped and a gasp got stuck in your throat when his eyes turned red, the purple veins on his face stood out against his snow-white skin and sharp fangs peeked out between his lips. all the fear that completely invaded your body vanished when his gaze softened and he gently took your hand, kissing it. "i will never hurt you" his words were sincere and you blindly believed in him.

from that statement, your lifes changed completely. sunghoon was already the kindest and most gentleman guy you had ever met, but now he treated you even better. the softness with which he spoke to you, touched you and treated you was unlike anything in the world. during the nights, he held you in his arms so that you could sleep with him while he caressed your hair tenderly, even though he don't sleep. he tried to wear thick and extremely soft sweaters to keep you warm so his icy skin wouldn't freeze you during the winter nights. when you rested on his chest, you swore you heard his heartbeat racing, but it was nothing more than your own heartbeat in your chest. his heart couldn't beat. he keep sitting next to you when you eat lunch and dinner, happy to see how well you were eating because he knew that you loved food and it made you happy. he even cooked for you.

when you had meetings with your friends, he accompanied you and stayed by your side, making you feel protected and accompanied. your friends tended to feel intimidated by his presence, they even used to tell you that they were scared of him because he didn't seem like a normal guy. some of your friends envied and complimented the paleness of his skin and how perfect he looked. you laughed and said it was like that because he was a vampire, your friends laughed and said the comparison was perfect. you and sunghoon shared knowing glances and laughed secretly.

one night while he was holding you in his arms and touching your hair as always, curiosity invaded your mind and you began to overthink that doubt you had. he, being someone extremely intuitive, instantly knew that something was wrong and questioned you until you asked.

"what do you eat?"

his soft caresses stopped and both remained silent. you already knew his answers, but you didn't know if you were ready to hear him say it, so you closed your eyes and concentrated on not getting upset when he answered you.

"i'm not a murderer" he simply said, calmly returning to what he was doing. you opened your eyes in surprise and moved in his arms to look at him, waiting for an explanation. sunghoon let out a quiet laugh at your curious look and slowly approached to kiss your forehead. "you know those trips i usually take... were hunting trips." he shrugged. "not humans, but animals"

for some reason that answer calmed you down and your heartbeat became regular again, but for some reason you felt bad for him. you remembered how once when you invaded him with questions he had told you that human blood was his true food and that nothing compared to that, but many vampires chose not to consume it so they could feel a little closer to their loved ones. your eyes scanned his entire face and sunghoon looked at you expectantly, knowing beforehand that the questions hadn't ended there.

"you- can you drink of my blood?" you blurted out the question with hesitation. you noticed an unknown shine in sunghoon eyes and his body straightened, you were sitting between his legs so his body brushed against yours.

“yes, i can do that” for the first time since you met him you heard him unsure, doubtful of his next words and that awakened something inside you. "but-"

“do it” you said, in a low tone of voice. you brought your face closer to his. "please do it, i want to know how it feels."

you really wanted to feel it. you wanted him to drink your blood until he was satisfied, feel his fangs break the skin of your neck, your legs, your abdomen. in all your body. your mind began to spin when, after making sure you were safe, he leaned over you laying your body on the bed and climbing on top of you, his gaze penetrated yours and he lowered himself to your lips, kissing you softly, his icy hands ran over your hot body creating the perfect contrast. it was his way of telling you to relax, as long as you were in his arms nothing bad would ever happen to you.

"are you sure?" he asked again, murmuring against your lips, your breathing was a little accelerated and your body was shaking slightly, you were nervous but more so you were excited by what continued. you nodded quickly and instantly noticed the change in his gaze. his red eyes glowed as they were outlined with fine purple veins, his lips had become redder, and his fangs were menacing. he was staring at you as if you were his most desired prey that he had finally hunted. that image was overwhelming and you felt like you couldn't control your body when sunghoon slowly moved the hair that fell over your shoulder, leaned to that side and approached your neck with his lips half open, without realizing it you contained your breath waiting for his action and a soft moan escaped your lips when he just pressed his tongue against your neck.

"relax, my love, i'll make sure you feel good" he whispered into your neck, now both of his hands holding your wrists, lifting your arms above your head and pressing you to the mattress beneath your body. you nodded and let out a sigh, but your breath got stuck in your throat when you tilted your head to the side and felt his sharp fangs pierce your skin. your whole body weakened and a burning sensation ran through you, making you groan. you felt like you were going to faint and sunghoon noticed that so even though you were lying down he still held you tightly in his arms. the pain was so pleasant that you felt on cloud nine and something inside you changed completely making you realize that you wanted to spend the rest of your life experiencing that sweet pain.

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 10 months

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Pyrrha: Mama!

Athena (Mama Nikos): My Darling Pyrrha! How has Beacon been Treating you!

Pyrrha: It's been treating me well! I have boyfriend!

Athena: Oh My~ What the young Man's name?

Pyrrha: It's Jaune, Mama! He's the absolute sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful person I've ever met!

Athena: Ever?

Pyrrha: I mean! Other than you and Mom, Mama! No-one could ever replace you!

Athena: Calm down, calm down. It was just some light teasing dear. I understand how you feel. What's the Boys last name? Do you have a photo of him?

Pyrrha: Oh! Yes I do! His last name Arc! His weapon is a Sword from the Color War! His Great-Great Grandpa used it! Here's a photo of him!

Athena: (Studying the photo) ...

Athena, who had a fling with a Blonde haired, blue-eyed young Huntress-in-training that had a back up Sword and Shield she inherited from her Great Grandpa from the Color War when she was young: ...

Athena: Huh.

#rwby #jaune arc #athena nikos #mama nikos #pyrrha nikos #arkos

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kentoberry · 2 years

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ENOUGH — diluc ragnvindr.

you're insecure about your relationship and diluc offers some words of comfort.

content · hurt / comfort · gn reader · 0.4k words.

"why don't you date her instead?"

the sentence that broke diluc's heart. you knew you weren't enough for him; the uncrowned price of mondstadt, heir to the dawn winery, could do so much better than you. all you did was cause problems. you were a burden to diluc and everyone around you. so when donna came into the angel's share, practically throwing herself at your boyfriend, you couldn't hold back the negative thoughts that filled your mind.

"darling, what do you mean?" diluc put down the glass he was cleaning, turning his full and undivided attention to you. the bar had been closed for around a half hour as of now, and you'd been oddly quiet all evening.

"donna." you replied, barely able to make eye contact with the man. instead, your gaze was focused on the floor. "or anyone, really. hell, even jean." there were tears in your eyes, but you'd do anything to hold them back. "you deserve so much better, 'luc. this city adores you, you could have anyone you want. yet you chose me. don't do that to yourself; don't settle for someone that is only a hindrance to you."

diluc struggle to maintain his composure, trying so very hard not to break down. he sauntered around to your side of the bar, standing besides where you sat. a large hand caressed your chin, tilting it upwards so that your own eyes met his fierce red ones. "you're not a hindrance, my love. you could never be."

"but i-" you choked on a sob, "you're always doing things for me. you go out of your way to help me and i- i just feel like i'm being a problem all of the time."

at this point, you were balling. you fought against every instinct not to curl into diluc's chest and let him soothe your cries.

"i would do anything for you. i'd move celestia just to see that smile i adore." diluc spoke slowly and calmly, a total contrast to the panic that consumed his insides.

"you don't need to- i don't deserve-"

"yes, you do. you're the kindest, most caring person i've ever met. you're beautiful, inside and out. i'm in love with you in a way i never thought i was capable of. i couldn't care less about anyone else. i only want you."

diluc punctuated the sentence by placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head and tentatively wrapping his arms around you. in his eyes, you deserved the absolute world and beyond. and as long as he was still standing, he would do anything within his power to make you understand that that's what you deserve.

#kentoberryposts #diluc x reader #diluc angst #diluc comfort #diluc fluff #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #genshin impact x reader #diluc genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin impact comfort

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angelwithdemonictendencies · 1 year

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he’s everything i could ever want; in my dreams he has sharper teeth.

am34 x reader: what mitch doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), no choking (jk of course there’s choking), hair pulling (guttural growling noise), fingering, marking (don’t tell anyone, but i personally find hickeys gross. i’d let quinn though. irrelevant. c’mon, let’ get back on track), degradation, whining and whimpering like a motherfucker, praise, cheating (guys i’m serious don’t cheat on your partners. i know i made it sound so hot but don’t do it. even your lame boyfriend doesn’t deserve it). please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

a/n: please be kind. i didn’t check for typos. jesus christ it took a long ass time to get to the meat and potatoes here (the sex. the meat and potatoes is the sex). tried to make the plot worth it, let me know if it sucks. not for mitch (consider it a punishment for that embarrassment of an allstar breakaway challenge). i wish auston “calls his girl angel” matthews wasn’t injured. counting down the days until his return like in the phineas and ferb theme song. sorry everyone, but am34 is for sure a great guy until his friend’s fiance wears a short skirt. anyways, see the author’s note at the end for an announcement. gif is not mine. enjoy.

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in your opinion, auston had been doing a haphazard job of trying to hide his attraction towards you, considering you were engaged to his best friend.

maybe he just wasn’t trying to hide it.

you couldn’t really remember exactly when it had started. when you would catch his gaze lingering especially long during a greeting glance. when you began to notice how just how often he would pass behind you in a crowded room, place a broad hand on your waist as he squeezed past.

“‘scuse me, angel,” he would say into your hair. you hated yourself for the way you would shiver. the place his hand had been always felt like it was burned into you like a brand.

you were surprised mitch hadn’t noticed.

mitch, the doting fiance, the kindest partner, the person you truly wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

you just wish he wasn’t as sweet, as kind, as (it killed you to think it) bland as he was in bed. you hadn’t had a truly satisfying orgasm in much too long. your body could only take so much temptation.

and tonight, auston was being unfairly tempting. you went to give mitch a good luck kiss before he went into the locker room, as you always did. “good luck, mitchie!” you said with a bright smile, gently pressing your lips to his.

“thanks, sweetheart,” he said after you had both pulled away, “i’ll see you after.”

he walked into the locker room, and you turned to make your way to your seat. and you would have, if you hadn’t walked straight into auston’s chest. his low laugh was little more than a grumble as he steadied you with a hand on your hip.

“better watch where you’re going, angel,” he said, “don’t want to run into trouble, now, do you?”

you scoured your stunned mind, looking for a coherent thought. you cleared your throat, pulled away, put on your most convincing, neutral smile. “sorry, auston,” you said.

he smirked, clicked his tongue.

“i’ll see you tonight?” you asked politely, “you’re coming to our place after, right?” you were referring to the post game parties you and mitch always threw for the team.

“oh, i don’t know,” he said, voice growing gravelly, “do you want me to?”

you gulped, nodded. “mitchie always loves when you come-”

“i didn’t ask if mitch wanted me there.” you rocked back and forth on your feet. “i asked if you did.” he awaited your response, the picture of patience.

you cleared your throat again. “i would like you to be there, yes,” you all but squeaked.

“then i’ll be there, angel,” he said. “now, go on. you’ll want a good seat for tonight.”

you didn’t know quite what he meant until the game.

from your seat, you could fully appreciate auston’s performance. all three goals worth. you so badly tried to focus on mitch, and and he did great, but auston was undeniable.

and, worse, every goal of his gave way to a different celebration, all of which made your skin start to crawl with desire. after his last goal, he had the gall to look right at you and smirk. you uncrossed and crossed your legs, appalled at the fact that you were growing wet. you just waited for the game to be over.

finally, it was, and you all but tackled mitch in congratulations, trying to rid your mind of auston.

it didn’t work. at home, party in full swing, you were having a hard time focusing, swirling your drink around as you sat on the arm of mitch’s chair. “gonna get another drink,” you muttered before making your way down to the basement, where you stored all the alcohol you liked. you were bent over a cooler when you felt him behind you.

“what’s wrong, angel?” auston asked. you bolted upright, shut the cooler, found him close enough to touch.

“nothing’s wrong, auston,” you managed to bite out, “c’mon, let’s go back upstairs.” you didn’t trust yourself.

he made that clicking noise that made you shiver. “see, i would angel, if i thought that’s what you really wanted.”

he raised an arm and rested in on the wall above your head. you retreated, leaned back, found yourself boxed in.

“that is what i want,” you whispered. no one believed you.

“yeah?” he asked, leaning forward. “then why do you blush whenever you see me?” he ran a ran along your cheekbone, watched a pink tint bloom there. you didn’t answer. “why do you clench your legs together when i touch you?” silence. “why are you soaked right now, angel?”

you whimpered.

“and don’t say it’s for mitchie, because only brats lie.” he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “and you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

you nodded before you knew what you were doing, the most you could muster, and that was enough for him to duck down and claim your lips in a forceful kiss. you moaned into his mouth, wrapped your hands around his neck. he kissed you deeper, harder, before lowering his mouth down to suck and nip at your jaw, then your neck.

“n-no marks,” you stuttered. “he’ll see.”

his chest rumbled in a laugh, he sucked harder. “you know what?” he rasped into your collarbone, “don’t think i care too much about that.”

you whined in protest. “aw, poor angel,” he said, voice dripping in false sympathy. “how about this, hm?” he brought a hand down and pushed a thick finger inside you. “if i fucked you, would you feel better?” he moved his finger in and out.

you gasped, scratched your nails along the back of his neck, grasping for support. he tsked, moved the hand above your head to your throat, forced you to look at him. “answer me, angel.”

“yes,” you choked out. “want you to fuck me, auston, please.”

“good girl,” he hummed, then abruptly flipped you around so that you faced the wall, your hands bracing the impact. you heard the rustle of clothes before his thumb returned to your clit, making your chest slump against the wall.

still absorbed in the feeling of his fingers, you cried out when he first thrust into you, made you glad music was playing so loudly upstairs.

he groaned so loudly that you reached a hand back to cover this mouth, quickly tearing them away when he nipped at your fingers.

“what, angel?” he asked, stretching you out hard and deep, “don’t want them to hear?” he gave a particularly forceful thrust, savored the way you moaned. “don’t want mitchie to hear his best girl getting fucked how she deserves?”

you clenched at his words. one hand still working on your clit, he again brought a hand to your throat and squeezed, dragged your head back to look at him. “maybe you’re just not his, then, hm?” you whimpered, overcome with sensation.

“he doesn’t fuck you like i can, yeah?” he continued, his voice the only thing you could focus on. you shook your head and pressed your hips back against him, groaned at the new angle. you let him hold your neck up, melted into his support.

“he can’t,” you gasped, “only you, auston.”

“what would mitchie say if he saw you like this, hm?” he grunted. “his sweetheart falling apart on my cock?”

you reached a hand behind his neck and grasped a handful of his hair. he hissed, pulled your head up, made your back arch farther.

“gonna cum, auston,” you said, barely hearing your own voice.

“yeah, angel?” he said, through clenched teeth, hitting that spot inside of you, making you see stars. “cum, then. look at me.” he quickly rubbed his whole palm back and forth across your clit. “be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

his words sent you over the edge. your legs shook as he groaned deeply and spilled inside of you, holding your body up as you collapsed against his massive frame.

you existed in a blissful afterglow for a few moments, chests heaving. you enjoyed the weight of his body against your back. he kissed a spot behind your ear. “did so well for me, pretty girl.” he said.

the moment was broken when you heard the basement door open. you froze.

“you down there, sweetheart?” mitch’s voice called down the stairs.

you bit your lip, felt auston smirk into your neck. “yeah, mitchie,” you called, willing steadiness into your voice. “be right up!”

“‘kay!” he replied. “seen matty at all?”

you eyes widened. “your sweetheart was just showing me your new renovation down here,” auston interjected. “we’re coming back up.”

“sounds good!” mitch’s cheery voice responded. you exhaled as you heard his footsteps carry him away.

you tore yourself from auston, leaving the heat of his body behind you, began to get dressed in a hurry.

taking a deep, stabilizing breath, you began to climb the stairs back up to the party.

“angel?” you could hear the arrogance in his voice as you turned around with reluctance. “you want everyone to know how good you are for me, hm?” he nodded down to your exposed chest, littered with marks he had made. your eyes widened, terrified.

“relax,” he said, an air of humor in his tone. he tossed you a zip-up, which you immediately put on. “those marks are just for you.” his eyes burned. “every time you look in the mirror, i want you to remember what it feels like to cum on my cock.”

despite yourself, you licked your lips, making his smirk deepen.

“now, c’mon, angel,” he said, “mitchie’s waiting.”

fin.

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dokyccis · 8 months

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03:46 am

you hate thinking too much, you hate thinking about your future exams, you hate thinking at all.

tears were blurring your sight as you tried to calm down, feeling the anxiety fill you up. you were crying for long minutes, your hand laying on your mouth as you tried to not wake mark up with your own insecurities.

mark had a arm wrapped around you, holding you tight in his embrace as a try to make you feel comfortable and protected. you thought on waking mark up, but you definitely wouldn’t be happy knowing you woke him up just to burst about your emotions with him.

you bring your hand to his, grabbing it tightly in a way you could feel one percent of peace invade your body after long minutes of panic.

you hear something moving behind you, “no, no, no! please don’t!” you think, realizing that you woke mark up, the last thing you want to do this night.

“babe?” he asks, his voice sounding husky. you don’t answer. “y/n?” he asks again.

“yes?” you finally answer.

“what’s wrong, why are you awake this late?” he rubs circles on your back, trying to comfort you and make you feel better, no matter what you were feeling.

“it’s nothing, go back to sleep.” you say, turning your body to face his as you smile and close your eyes.

the room was dark, mark couldn’t see you were crying, making you relieved with the possibility of him not worrying too much about your condition.

but one thing about mark is: he can always sense what you need by just hearing your tone.

“you’re overthinking.” he affirms, making you open your eyes. “you don’t need that, y/n.” he starts.

“you know, i understand you perfectly, i know it’s hard to not think about something you’re genuinely anxious to, but this is hurting you.” he continues. “you don’t need to doubt yourself, you constantly do that and that will not help you on getting what you want.” mark places his hand in your waist, caressing it.

“you studied hard for it, right?” you nod. “then don’t think too much. i’m pretty sure you will make it, you always make it. you are crazily smart, y/n, don’t you remember everything you once told me? everything you once explained me?” he giggles. “damn, i was impressed with the way you can play with the subjects you know, the way you can play with the words that comes out from your mouth without getting it wrong.” you start to cry more and more, feeling touched by mark’s words.

“you’re brilliant. i want you to know that. i wanted you to see yourself like i do, i wanted you to see how richly smart you are. you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever seen and met in my life, the most sensible and caring person i’ve ever met.” his hands goes up to your hair, caressing it slowly.

“you’re amazing just the way you are. everything you do is amazing, everything you say is brilliant, your whole existence is a blessing, y/n.” you can’t say anything, just keep looking at mark as he distractedly says all that.

“i love you. you’ll always be the prettiest, kindest, sweetest, and, mainly, the smartest person standing in the top of my heart. you’re fucking amazing, y/n.” he leaves a sweet peck in your cheek.

“everything will be okay, you will be okay.” it’s the last thing he says before shutting his eyes close and going back to the dreamland.

you can’t stop the tears rolling down in your face. mark knew the exact right words to use when you were feeling down.

you can’t be more grateful to have a boyfriend like mark lee, so caring, lovely and positive like he is.

you love mark lee, and you will do it for eternity.

until death do you apart.

#— ✦ :: on your lin !! < 3 #mark fluff #mark angst #mark x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 x reader #lulu ★ing neo!

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froggywritesstuff · 2 months

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dysphoria | angel dust

ship/pairing: Angel dust x trans!male!reader (reader has a uterus and still gets his period)

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

request: Can I request Angel Dust comforting his trans boyfriend when he gets his period and is extremely dysphoric and depressed about the whole thing. This whole week has been a shit fest of dysphoria and crying.

warnings: maybe ooc idk , I didn't clarify in my writing but first confession of love i guess, periods, gender dysphoria, swearing, crying, emotional breakdowns, petnames (reader gets called baby), rushed ending, bad sex joke

word count: 758

A/N: sorry this is really short i have zero motivation to do anything 👍 fem and cis readers dni

You didn’t even need to tell Angel what was happening, nor did he need to ask. The second he saw your face contorted into one of discomfort, he was all over you. He hung up a dozen ‘do not disturb’ signs on your hotel room door (though it was basically a shared room at that point), prepared to verbally or physically attack anyone trying to disturb you. Before you could even mention cramps he had a heat pack fresh out the microwave for you, checking every five minutes if it was still warm or if you wanted it reheated. He would cuddle you tightly, him and Fat Nuggets doing their very best to cheer you up. Angel showed how much he truly cared for you. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than him. However you felt nothing he could do would make the dysphoria you felt go away. He’s an amazing boyfriend but unfortunately he can’t stop your period or give you a dick. (he could do the second one if you asked him nicely)

”Ok I think this is all the chocolate in the entire hotel, I refilled your water, and I got you some of those snacks you like.” Angel listed as he sat on the bed beside you, dumping the food in your lap before readjusting the pillows wedged between your head and the wall, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

”Ange, you didn’t have to do all that.” you mumbled despite knowing it was pointless and he would continue to insist on helping you.

He pulled you closer to him, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, “I told you it’s fine. I want nothin’ more than for you to be happy.”

You lazily snuggled up to him. Dealing with your period and the gender dysphoria that tagged along with it tended to drain your energy, "Thanks. I really appreciate you helping me with this."

Angel's arm snaked around your waist, holding you close to him, "Of course baby. But of the list of things I'd do for you, this is pretty mild. If your period was a person I swear I'd fuck 'em up real bad. Make 'em regret ever makin' you feel this way."

You couldn’t tell if it was just your hormones going batshit or not, but Angel’s words had you burst into tears. You quickly buried your face in the crook of his neck as he pulled you into a tight but comfortable hug.

”You’re ok babe, I’ve got you, just let it out,” his whispers comforted you as his hand gently rubbed up and down your back soothingly, not even caring that your tears were staining his shirt.

Shaky breaths left your lips as you cried, “I'm grateful you're helping me. But I hate this. I hate my body. I hate it so fucking much.” your voice cracked as more tears rushed down your face. Angel was quick to pull out of the hug and cup your face, his eyes on you as his thumb caressed your cheeks. “It’s not fair.”

Tears brimmed Angel’s eyes, his heart breaking at your words, “I know baby. And you're right, it’s not fair. And you don’t deserve to feel this way one bit.” he pressed his lips to your forehead, “You hear me?" you gave a small nod as his thumb wiped away your tears, "And you're not your body. You're the hottest, the funniest, the kindest, the strongest, and the most handsome - yeah you're the most handsome and hottest man I’ve ever met, who also happens to be the best boyfriend in the world. And I wanna do anythin' to help you with this pain."

A small smile grew on your lips as you listened to him. He was so genuine and sincere, a big contrast to his usual sarcastic and snarky demeanour. On a day you felt like dying only he could make you feel like living, "I love you. So much."

He smiled ear to ear, feeling his heart swell at your words, "I love you too baby." he handed you one of the snacks he had brought, "Do you wanna eat something? And then you can talk more about what's botherin' you, or we can watch movies, or we can just nap. Whatever you wanna do."

You nodded, taking a bite of the snack, "That sounds good." Angel shifted on the bed so he was beside you again, one arm around your shoulders, while the other wiped your remaining tears.

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ponderingmoonlight · 8 months

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Hello! May I ask how Megumi, Gojo, Okkotsu would react. When some other girl flirts with them or acts very intrusive, completely ignoring the reader who is standing next to them. Or acts rudely towards the reader.

Let me say, that was pretty cool to write! Hope you enjoy it <3

How Gojo, Megumi and Yuta react to other girls flirting with them/reader getting insulted

Word Count: 1,9k

Pairing: Gojo x reader, Megumi x reader, Yuta x reader

Warnings: language

Note: Requests for complilations are still open, feel free to leave one!

Megumi Fushiguro

„Look at you, Megumi! Back then I always thought you were quite handsome, but now…what a catch you are.”

You turn on your heel and stare into the mischievous grin of the unknown girl in front of you. Did you hear that correctly? Did she just…flirt with your boyfriend? Who is she? And why does she talk to him like that?

“Yua, I didn’t know you were still around”, Megumi responses, not a single spark of affection in his eyes.

You put on a kind smile. Even if she doesn’t even look at you, it’s not too late to get to know her. Maybe she was his classmate back then. You owe it to Megumi to at least try.

“Oh y’know, some model contracts here and there. You should have called me! You know I always loved spending time with you!”

“Hi, I’m Megumi’s girlfriend. It’s nice to meet people from his past!”

You stretch out your hand, inviting her to a friendly conversation. But she doesn’t take it. Instead, she stares you up and down with her merciless eyes and screws up her face. Your heart sinks as well as your hand. Does he know her better? He never talked about any girls from his past, especially not girls like her. She is nothing Megumi values. Why is she this rude although she never met you before?

“Girlfriend? I thought you’re better than that, ‘Gumi.”

You bite your tongue when her words hit you like a knife. No, don’t cry because of her rude comment, don’t let her get under your skin. She doesn’t know anything about you or your personality. And on top of that, Megumi tells you over and over how gorgeous you are. He wouldn’t lie, right? But her beautiful dark locks and stunning green eyes make your confidence waver. Maybe he could in fact do better…

Suddenly Megumi pulls you in his arms, his grip around your waist tight and his jaw clenched.

“Can you just fuck off already? In contrast to your entitled self, (y/n) is naturally striking, let alone the smartest and kindest girl I know. She carries more character in her little toe than you in your whole body, Yua. I don’t give a damn about your model contract or looks, you are miserable and your jealousy makes you uglier than any other girl could ever be. If you talk about my girlfriend like that again, then there will be consequences. And now get out of the sun and annoy someone else.”

You can’t help but stare at him with glossy eyes through wet lashes. You never heard him leash out like that, especially not in order to protect you. It feels like your heart sprints out of your chest, the admiration you hold for him flies like sparks around him as you watch her face drop immediately.

“I never liked you anyway”, she hisses, turns around and walks away while swaying her hips dramatically.

Thick silence hangs in the air as both of you watch her leave.

“Hey, look at me.”

He lifts your chin up gently, other hand still resting on your waist.

“Don’t you dare to believe a single word she said. She’s just jealous, that’s all. You are the most beautiful girl on this planet and I am more than proud to call you my girlfriend…Wait, why are you crying?”

You can’t hold back the salty tears that sting in your eyes any longer. God, you love him so much that it hurts sometimes.

“I guess I’m just a little…overwhelmed. No one has ever stood up for me like that before…”

He wraps his arms around your frame and presses a gentle kiss on your head.

“You’re my everything, no other girl in the world will ever change that, okay?”

Gojo Satoru

That was the greatest evening you’ve had in a long time. Despite all the work that awaits both of you at Jujutsu High in the morning, your drunken gaze wanders to your boyfriend who holds you in his strong arms.

“How is it I never knew about your passion for ABBA? Like for real, it scared me to see you like that”, he remarks, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“I just feel like some of their songs hit me in another dimension, y’know? Lay all your love on mee”, you babble out, singing into the warmth of the hot summer night.

“Oh god, luckily you are a better jujutsu sorcerer and teacher than a singer. And you’re pretty cute when you’re drunk.”

“Satoru, I’m not that drunk!”, you blur out, whole body shaking in giggling.

“Hell yes you are. And you look absolutely stunning in that skin tight dress. I can’t wait to rip it off your body as soon as we’re home.”

Adrenaline rushes through your veins, you feel like flying. Even if you’ve been his girlfriend for years by now, you still can’t believe that the stunning man in front of you is really your boyfriend. Satoru is simply jaw-dropping gorgeous, so easy on the eyes that it hurts. And while you are very aware of the fact that you are a striking woman yourself, you can’t get over the fact how outstanding he is.

“No wonder he’s taking you home when you look like a whore.”

“Although, he’s pretty handsome. How the hell did she manage to pull a guy like him?”

“Look at that slutty dress. I wouldn’t dare to leave the house with a body like that – Gross.”

All color drains from your face as the alcohol and good mood seems to be gone in the wind. You swallow hard, widen eyes pierced to the ground. You know all too well how mean women can be. These girls don’t know you, they haven’t even seen your face. There’s no use getting stressed out because of their venomous tongues.

“What did you just say?”

Satoru’s voice is low and dry – an auspicious combination.

“Satoru, c’mon. This is not worth fighting over it. Let’s just go home, shall we?”

“How dare you to disrespect my girlfriend like that, huh?”

He turns on his heels, moving towards the group of girls with rapid steps. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart hammers against your chest, this anger is extremely rare. All that because of some stupid comments?

“W-we…weren’t t-talking a-about her”, one of them mutters, eyes pinned to the ground.

“Stop the crap. Just to make this clear: I wouldn’t even turn my head after basic bitches like you without some self-respect. Maybe you should invest your time in your puny self rather than badmouthing my woman who is obviously well above your measly level”, he spits into their faces without a spark of humor in his venomous words.

“And now get lost!”

He doesn’t need to tell them twice. As fast as their sky-high heels allow it they sprint away while exchanging looks of shock. You just stand there and stare at Satoru’s back, still absolutely mesmerized by the way he just stood up for you. Has a guy ever done something like this for you? Definitely not, especially not in such a hot way.

“How is it that I suddenly feel so turned on?”

Satoru turns around, casually walking towards you with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“That’s all I wanna hear. Let’s go home.”

Yuta Okkotsu

It’s way too hot outside. You and your boyfriend Yuta are on a well-deserved day off which you want to spend shopping.

“Urgh, I’d die for an iced coffee”, you groan, sweat dripping from every pore.

“Why not get one then? Wait here”, Yuta replies in an instant, his usual bright smile lighting up your mood.

“You’re just a sweetheart. Thank you darling.”

You watch him enter the Starbucks shop in awe. God, how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like him. Even though he himself can’t see his worth, you definitely know that he is the best boyfriend you could have asked for. Always tender and caring and so stunning that you can’t stop staring at him. Thank god you decided to join Jujutsu High that day, otherwise you wouldn’t be here with him.

You frown. Why does he take so long? When you last saw him, he was the only customer in the store. You take a few steps and have to comprehend what you see.

The girl at the counter is holding your cup of iced coffee in one hand while she brushes over Yuta’s arm with the other. Your hands clench into fists while you see nothing but red. What the hell is she doing?

“Excuse me Miss, flirting with my boyfriend surely isn’t part of the job description”, you bark at her, feet carrying you inside the store without hesitation.

“Everything’s fine, I already told her that I’m taken, (y/n)”, Yuta shyly interrupts, face already red like a tomato.

This isn’t enough. The dirty smirk in her stupid face makes you want to break her nose right here right now.

“Now that I see you it seems like there’s no competition anyway”, she proclaims with unnatural high-pitched voice.

Something inside you snaps. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is to touch your boyfriend like that and talk to you in such a manner? You are way too good for her bullshit.

“Get your dirty hands off him before I beat that smile out of your ugly face”, you yell at her.

Oh no, there goes your temper again. The second Yuta saw you entering the store he knew there was trouble. You are pretty hot-headed, especially when it comes to someone hurting your feelings. And that girl was definitely going too far.

“Oh, I’d love to see that. Go ahead bitch”, she spits at you.

You grind your teeth, eyes narrow in nothing put hatred. You are only seconds away from feeding her your fist when Yuta grabs your arm and softly smiled down at you.

“Come on, she isn’t worth your time and energy, (y/n). You are the love of my life, no matter what. A random girl in a coffee shop won’t change that”, he murmurs into your ear.

“I’m flattered, but I already have a wonderful girlfriend. Have a nice day though.”

And with that, he gently pushes you out of the door, iced coffee in his hand. It takes you a few seconds to stop your heart from beating out of your chest and to unclench your hands.

“You know I would have beaten the shit out of her, right?”, you grumble, taking a sip of your coffee.

Yuta lets out a hearty laughter, arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“And she would never have forgotten that in her life. But we are here to have a day off, right? And she just wasn’t worth your time. After all, I love you with all my heart and a random girl won’t change that.”

“You could have told her to back off, though.”

His eyes widen in horror, face completely twisted.

“B-but I d-did tell h-her!”, he demands.

“I’m just messing with you darling”, you reply with a soft smile, intertwining your hand with his.

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Stubborn, Whipped, Insatiable - Ross Macdonald Fic

Pure Filfth: Minors DNI

A/N: someone needs to take the internet away from me... im just fueling my own addiction now... this is just filthy and im sorry... not sorry

Ross was one of the kindest men you had ever met, he cared extremely deeply about his loved ones, you knew from the moment you met him that he would do anything for you. He was also one to share his opinions easily, even if everyone in the room was to disagree with him, he would argue his point no matter what and sometimes it swayed people to agree. Everyone always said that Ross could always make something fun, sat on a tour bus or at a party, he always managed to liven it up.

He was also the most dedicated person you knew, once he had his mind set on something, he wouldn't give in, until he had succeeded in getting what he wanted. It made your relationship all the more exciting in the beginning, he knew you pushed him on purpose, playing hard to get to see how hard he'd truly try. And boy did he try.

Once you were together he was well and truly whipped, loving you fiercely, never letting a single day go by where he didn't tell you or show you how much he loved you.

He was also extremely stubborn, often not budging on the small things or the silly things, like when Matty joked about Ross not suiting long hair, he grew it out just to prove a point and despite Matty telling him countless times that he was wrong, Ross wouldn't cut it back to the once short length he had, not that you for one were complaining.

And when Ross was debating growing his beard out and George stated that it would make him look like a creepy old man, he grew it out to prove to him that he still looked good. Which of course he did.

The most recent scenario was when Charli said Ross was whipped and the both of you were insatiable, like a pair of bunnies she said she bet that he couldn't go a week without eventually begging you to fuck him. The comment made all the boys (and you) laugh, but it only fueled Ross to be even more stubborn.

Which takes us to where you are today: two days later, sat backstage at one of the venue's the boys were playing at, you're wearing a black skirt and a black crop top, a leather jacket hangs off the sofa you're sat on and you adorn a pair of boots.

Despite the bet, you're perched in Ross's lap, legs draped across his thighs, his large hand was clasped on your thigh, he'd occasionally tug at your skirt when it had started to ride up. George and Charli were sat opposite, George's arm trailing behind her on the sofa, hand gently clasped at the back of neck.

Matty was sat on the floor in the middle whilst Adam and Carly were sat on a sofa next to yours. You were all laughing about something crazy Matty was saying as per usual.

You began to get distracted as you turned to look at your boyfriend. He was laughing a ridiculous laugh, his eyes crinkled as he smiled, the lines around his lips showing making you want to peck them and his dimples popping making you want to nuzzle against his cheek.

The shirt he was wearing had the first few buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest, hairs littering the surface, you knew later when he was on stage that the tan skin which was visible would be glistening with sweat. Your hand find your way to the hairs there before your mind even registers you doing it. You feel him squeeze your thigh in warning, and your eyes snap to his which have darkened since the last time you saw them.

"Careful darling" he says, his voice deep, sending shivers down your spine and making your skin heat.

"You're making this bet extra difficult for me you know that right?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting up at him and he smirks down at you. The whole thing was completely unfair on you and you made sure Charli was well aware of that, she only laughed at you and told you to think about the mind blowing sex you'd be having when he inevitably gave in. The most action you had gotten was a squeeze to the thigh and a peck on your lips.

The look on your face almost had him giving in already, but he remained seemingly unbothered. He pouted back at you mockingly, his fingertips quickly unplucking your lips.

"Oh baby" he pouts "life is just so hard isn't it" he mocks, you push a hand against his chest at his teasing. If he was going to tease you, you could to.

"You're mean" you say, returning back to the conversation the boys were having. You hear Charli asking your opinion on something that you definitely were not listening to. You shuffle in Ross' lap, to everyone in the room, it looks like you're just moving to hear the conversation better, but the way Ross' hand grips your thigh and the grunt that is delivered into your ear means you've succeeded in your real mission.

"Huh?" you say making everyone laugh "sorry was zoned out" you say and Charli raises her eyebrows at you as if to say "sureee".

"I asked your opinion on head" she said and you smirk at her, mentally thanking her for this topic of conversation.

"Matty was saying girls don't actually like doing it" Charli then says. To an outsider, they would think this topic of conversation was far to obscene but considering how close the group were and some of their other conversations, this was tame. You hear Ross swallow behind you and smirk to yourself.

"I mean... I like it" you say, telling the truth.

"Well I knew you were lucky Ross but I didn't realise you were that lucky" Matty jokes making everyone laugh again.

"What do you like about it?" George asks, knowing full well Charli would probably give the same answer, part of you thinks he just wants to hear you speak about it so he can see Ross' reaction. Ross squeezes your thigh again, warning you again, usually you'd know you'd be in for trouble with the look that rests on his face.

You're not going to fuck me anyway so might as well you think.

"You have all the power. Sure you're on your knees but I know as soon as I wrap my lips around his dick, he's a goner. He'd do anything to cum and you have the power to give it to him... or not to" you say, everyone is speechless at that, Charli smiling across at you, she winks at you and you smile back, thanking her. No one comments on the fact that you called out your boyfriend, they just sit, mouth agape.

"I'm with you on that one" Charli says and you see Carly smile to herself, all the guys in the room knew you were right too.

"What about getting head? I swear most guys are shit at it, not G of course" Charli then asks and again you're mentally thanking her. You've had multiple conversations about how good Ross was at going down on you. George smirks to himself and you laugh. The rest of the boys all groan in offense.

"Careful what you say love" Ross whispers in your ear.

"What are you going to do? Punish me. You made a bet Macdonald" you say and in that moment he knows he's done for. You turn back to the conversation and the question that was asked.

"Well... when you get a guy that knows what he's doing..." you say "and enjoys doing it" you speak those words quieter only so Ross could hear before finishing your sentence "I fucking love it" you say and everyone laughs again.

The boys then carry on talking about sex, what they like and their experiences.

"You're a fucking tease love" he mumbles in your ear. You turn to look at him.

"I'm just speaking to my friends Ross, don't know what you're talking about" you say innocently, your stomach swarms with butterflies ad his bottom lip is taken up by his teeth. He shakes his head, laughing at himself.

"You just have to make this so hard for me don't you?" he asks.

"Don't get why you have to be so stubborn Ross" you say, moving forward and hovering your lips next to his ear.

"Just admit to Charli that you're whipped and then take me to your dressing room and fuck me senseless" you whisper into his ear, you hear him groan as your lips press against his neck, sucking harshly at the skin. Your little scene goes completely unnoticed by everyone else, having seen much worse in the past. You pull back to look at him, his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips, before his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you roughly against him.

Its the first proper kiss you've had in two days, his tongue finds yours, the hand on your thigh dances across your skin until its gliding under the material of your skirt, his knuckles nudge against your centre. Your hand shoots to his chin, grasping it as you gasp into his mouth.

"Time to get ready to go on stage!" you hear someone say and Ross quickly breaks away from your lips. You mentally scream: shit timing.

You have to painfully endure the show from the side stage, watching as your boyfriend got more and more sweaty. Watching him in his element always had you ready to pounce on him, but today you had to clench your thighs to stop yourself from fainting.

Halfway through the show, Charli came close to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Her lips came close to your ear and you knew she wanted to say something to you over the loud music.

"He told me he's whipped y'know, just before they went on stage. Thought you might want to know" she says and you gasp, eyes snapping to look at her before they find Ross.

You find him smirking at you mouthing a "bets are off love" to you.

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, his smile grows wider and you all but moan at the devilish look on his face.

After their last song, he makes sure he's the first to come off stage, he stalks towards you, a sinful grin resting on his handsome face, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you over his shoulder, making you giggle as he carries you to his dressing room.

He's quick to place you down on his dressing table, thighs already spreading to accommodate him. His lips quickly find yours, tongue messily thrusting into your mouth in search for yours. You moan into his mouth as he pushes himself closer to you, you feel the hard on he's supporting and you wonder how long he's had it.

"Ross" you moan as he begins grinding himself against you, groaning into your mouth. His lips break away from yours, making their way to your neck and bruising themselves against your hot skin. His hands drift round your back, grabbing handful's of your arse in his large palms.

"Fuck you're so hot" he says "couldn't stop thinking about you on that stage" he admits, sucking against your sweet spot which has you sighing and arching your back.

"You looked so good out there baby, just wanted to get on my knees for you in front of all those people" you say, knowing he loves a praise his head snaps back to look at you, his pupils are blown wide, his lips are swollen from all the kissing and from his biting his lips on stage.

"Funny enough I was thinking of doing that to you" he says, you gasp when his hands find your skirt, flattening against the material over your cunt. His hands make light work of undoing and discarding the fabric. The groan he lets out when he sees your dampened lace panties is feral.

"Was a pathetic excuse for a skirt anyway" he says as he kneels down, mouth pushing against your lace covered core. He presses a chaste kiss against the material before moving to your inner thigh, sucking and biting the flesh.

"Only wore it make you want to fuck me" you gasp, his fingers hook along the fabric, you lift yourself as he removes them, your head is thrown back in the next second as his lips find your clit, he delivers a rogue kiss to the bundle of nerves before looking up at you through his eyelashes.

"Believe me love, wanted to fuck you even before you had that skirt on. Want to worship you first, show you how fucking whipped I am" he says, you begin to chuckle, but it's quickly replaced with a sharp inhale as his lips make their way back to your clit, sucking harshly, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

Your hands seize his hair, weaving their way into the edges, loosening it from its place in his hairband.

His tongue presses against your folds just to get a taste of you as his nose jolts against your swollen clit. His beard provides a wonderful burn and the pain mixed with pleasure has you quickly seeing stars.

"Taste like heaven baby" he murmurs against your folds, the vibrations have you clenching his hair in your hands as a stream of curses falls from your lips.

He works his mouth against you languidly, his tongue presses against your tight hole and he curves it upwards, the tip rubbing deliciously against your g-spot.

"Fuck Ross, you're so fucking good at this" you say. He groans at the compliment, his fingers replace his tongue inside you, constantly hitting that spot when he thrusts them back in. His tongue flattens against your cunt, tip resting against your clit.

His eyes find yours through his eyelashes and he smirks before shaking his head. Tongue covering the whole of your sopping cunt, saliva rests against his lips and your juices coat his tongue.

"Fuck" you nearly scream. "Fuck Ross" you say, he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking and pushing against the nerves, sending jolt after jolt of euphoria your way.

"Say my name when you come" he demands. You spew curse after curse, your mind going blank as your back arches, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins and all you see, feel and live is him.

The only noise in the room is your moans and him soaking up your s drenched center.

"Ross... dont stop, im going to cum" you sigh.

"Come for me love" he demands and your back arches as your body spasms, an earth shattering orgasm ripping through your entire body. He sucks your clit through it, helping you ride out your high until its too much. You grasp his chin, gently pushing him away from you. You truly are insatiable, because as soon as he's off his feet, your lips are on his as your hands find his belt buckle, quickly undoing it, allowing his trousers to drop around his ankles. You tug at his boxers, sending his hard and huge cock, slapping up against his abdomen.

Your hands find the base of him and you deliver a few strokes before looking up at him, he nods letting you know he wants this just as much as you. You lead him in, you tease yourself with the tip and he smirks down at you, taking himself from your hands and pushing against your hole, you groan at the stretch and he can't help as his hips stutter forward. Two days was an awfully long time for him not to be inside you.

"Fuck you were made for me love" he groans, your arms grasp his shoulders as he begins to pull out, almost completely disappearing from inside you before snapping back in. You engulf him perfectly, and he moans into your mouth as he takes your lips in his.

His large hands find your waist and he grasps the flesh there strongly, giving himself extra leverage as he begins pistoning himself rapidly into you. Your mouth falls open, silent gasps falling from your lips. The pleasure all too consuming to even moan now and that's how Ross knows he's doing a good job.

Your body begins convulsing against him and your core shudders around him making his hips shudder, his cock faltering for a second inside you before his ministrations continued.

"Fuck you're so good to me" he murmurs, eyes trained on yours, you can't even speak, you just pant as he pushes his lips against yours again.

"I know love, I know" he says, you cling to him then and his pace slows a bit, his thrusts are deep and slow: meaningful. He was showing you how much he loved you now.

"Ross" you manage to moan out, a sharp inhale through bated breath letting him know you were close. His calloused fingertips find your clit and he rubs slow deliberate circles to your sensitive button.

His grunts are shallow now, your name falling out of his lips like it was the only thing he knew how to say.

"I've got you love, let go" he says and you gasp out his name, your back arching again as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I love you" you sob.

"Come for me baby, I want it" you then say, and that's all it takes for his hips to stutter forward, shooting his load inside you, coating your walls with his juices, you kiss passionately as you both come down from your highs.

He repeats "I love you" against your lips like scripture.

"Two days must be our new record" you say jokingly.

"Quite pleased with myself actually darling" he says and you laugh, pressing a kiss to his crinkled nose.

"Fucking love you Ross Macdonald" you say and he smiles down at you, lips on yours again for a few moments.

"Could never stay away from you too long, not when you're looking this good all the time"

"Same goes for you handsome" you say.

"Now... about doing that thing you love so much" he says, you jump off the counter not a moment later, dropping to your knees.

"Im fucking whipped" he says to himself, groaning as your lips wrap around his swollen tip, a mixture of his and your cum coating him and dribbling down your chin, he's quick to catch it, bringing it to his own lips.

"Fucking insatiable" you both hear someone the other side of the door hear, not that either of you care.

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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jojo relationship headcanons: the jojos

i need more anime mutuals 😫 and i’ve also had jojo brain rot for the past week. anyways this is separated into four spectate parts. one which is all six jojos. two is jobros part 1. three is jobros part 2. and part four is main villains.

jonathan jostar ☆

•just the sweetest man you have ever met oh my god. he’s the kind of boyfriend people write love stories about

•super physical at home. always holding your hand , cuddling you , kissing you - the works. but in public he is more of a gentleman. if he feels the need to protect you he will grab your hand but for the most part he’s hands off

•nature walks >>>

•he’s thrilled that danny likes you. though he’s a bit jealous that the dog gets more affection than him some days

•jojo gets extra flustered with pet names.

• “jonathan, darling, i need help grabbing this book”.

•the man is in absolute shambles. he’s putty in your hands. at this point

•despite his buff figure he likes to be little spoon once in a while. being held makes all the burdens in his world disappear

•very straightforward yet somewhat soft spoken. if he has an issue he will address it immediately but in the kindest way possible

•he’s afraid to be vulnerable sometimes. he doesn’t want to seem weak

•a morning person !! wakes up at the crack of dawn ready to greet the day with a smile. he’s careful not to wake you up though.

•is also super open about his intentions. he plans on marrying you and having five children. it doesn’t matter if their adopted he just wants a nice big family

•does his very best no matter what so overall he’s a 1000/10

joseph jostar ☆

• the perfect mixture of a best friend and boyfriend. there is never a dull moment around jojo

•the dates he takes you on are always spontaneous and fun. late night skinny dipping , joy rides around the city , harassing ceaser. you name it

•is actually really stylish so best believe he os going to put together some matching outfits.

•and i hope you like to eat because he loves trying new foods. he pretends like it’s for the class and the rich experience but he just likes the food

•isn’t the best listener but if he needs to remember something he will. don’t worry about forgotten birthdays or anniversaries he won’t forget. can’t promise you he won’t forget his chores.

•speaking of which he loves to throw elaborate parties. it’s an every weekend affair

•likes to get dressed up and show off how gorgeous the two of you are together. he will flaunt you all around the room if he can.

•gets jealous sometimes. he’s super verbal about it. all he needs is a little reassurance.

•it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating he will still flirt with you like he did when you first met

•loves to dance! and yes you will be learning as well.

•you will never be bathing alone again jojo is always there for company

•when he can’t sleep he likes to brainstorm baby names with you. even if you’re one month into dating he just finds it fun

•loves to gossip with you and the girls at the cafe. it’s become a bit of a tradition

jotaro kujo (3) ☆

•a kind and giving soul, though he won’t show the outside world

•such an ass sometimes. he will put things in high places , move your stuff around or have star hide it for him. for a high school student he sure is childish.

•he doesn’t show any type of affection when you’re at school. as cold as this seems he just doesn’t want all the girls to start targeting you. he can’t bear to see his baby hurt

•your first date was an aquarium date. shocker. he loves looking at the sea life and learning about them. beach trips are quite common with him as well.

•jojo usually isn’t one to talk but with you he’s chatting your ear off. he has so much to say sometimes.

•walks you home every day after school. even if he misses a day he will walk his ass right up to that building and wait.

•he gets into fights on the regular so be prepared to get a load of first aid experience. he tries not to worry you with his wounds but they’re always visible

•hates large groups of people so lunch will be eaten on the roof. students aren’t supposed to be up there so it’s always vacant

•holly will make you and jojo a lunch. they’re always so good.

•jotaro tries to keep you away from his doting mother and grandfather but that doesn’t last for long. before you know it they’re all over you.

•you love his family though you aren’t sure what he’s so embarrassed of. they’re so sweet and fun to be around

•since he’s no good with words he’ll buy you little things. flowers,food, little stuffies. he’s even written a letter or two

josuke higashikata ☆

•this is his first relationship so be patient with the baby. most of his relationship advice comes from his mother and okayasu

•small town gossip spreads fast so i hope you didn’t want a private relationship with jojo. he is more than happy to show you off to the world

•he has only experienced relationships through movies and manga. a lot of his actions are cliche and a but cringe but he’s cute so.

•hates the aquarium. jotaro suggests it as a first date spot and josuke laughs in his face.

•holds your hand all around school. he is not shy about showing you off now that everyone knows.

•includes you in like EVERYTHING. he doesn’t want you to feel left out at any time. josuke will explain stands and all that just so you’re up to speed. don’t be scared though y/n. he won’t let anyone hurt you.

•he’s a teenage boy after all so he will try to look cool infront of you all the time. weather that’s getting into a fight or balancing on the rusty rail of a bridge.

•you and tomoko are so close!! josuke acts like he’s annoyed but he’s just so glad you’re getting along

•makes plans with you for the future. he wants to get out of morioh, get married , travel the world. don’t worry he isn’t going to pressure you.

•did someone say double dates ? koichi and josuke set up little get togethers once a month. they’re usually at tonios.

•weather you like it or not okayasu will be sit in on the double dates. doesn’t care about all the love shit he’s there for the food

giorno giovanna ☆

•treats you like royalty weather you like it or not. anything you’ve ever wanted is all yours.

•you are no longer allowed to walk the streets alone so i hope you don’t plan on doing anything shady y/n because there will always always ALWAYS be someone accompanying you

•poetry is one of his specialties so when he’s not doing anything he will write you a beautiful page and give it to you later

•wants to take you travelling. the world is a beautiful place and he wants to make sure you experience it first hand

•he isn’t home as much as he’d like to be so expect a loooot of late night phone calls

jolyne cujoh☆

•she has a bit of trouble showing love because of some childhood trauma but she’s been working on it for you

•wanna see a cool smoke trick? of course you do.

•she misses you so much while she’s locked up. your visits/phone calls is what keeps her going

•she makes you the cutest little crafts and sends them to you. it’s her way of spoiling you the best she can

•when jolyne gets out it’s full of PDA and date after date. there’s lots to make up for

•anime conventions with her are an absolute blast. she loves taking you and showing you all the things she likes

•so much shopping !! she likes to dress cool and in style so the two of you go out and get the newer clothes when they come out

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