#puffy shoulder goals

[donatellawritings]

Sorry if this isn’t a good prompt, I’m just curious to know how Rafe and sweetheart!reader would spend a normal day together? Like he doesn’t have anything to do that day and neither do you, so you’re just spending the day together. The domesticity of it all is so 🥺

this is actually adorable!

sundays were the one day out of the week that rafe designated to be solely dedicated to the two of you spending quality time together and making sure that everything within the tannyhill residence was up to par, prior to the upcoming weekdays. so, the two of you usually slept in, the bright north carolina sun seeping through your powder white drapes as you stirred awake. all squinty-eyed and half-asleep, your naked body sprawled out as you moaned with your morning stretch.

swinging a leg over the side of rafe’s waist, you press your puffy lips to his stubbly jaw, earning a stubborn groan from your sleepy man, “you can stay here, papi — i just need to do some laundry and make breakfast, tienes hambre?” you coo softly, your acrylic nails gently scraping at rafe’s scalp as he lowers his head to your chest, nodding against your skin.

“thank y’baby,” rafe mumbles, his voice hoarse and raspy from his drowsy state as he lazily cups a gentle hand around the plush fat of your ass, kneading the skin for a brief moment, before laying a light, yet stinging slap to the skin.

throwing your head back, you let out a held back moan, your tangled hair falling down your exposed shoulder blades, “nooo, m’still sore from last night,” you whine with a breathy laugh, playfully rolling your eyes as rafe jiggles the soft skin, whilst peppering kisses against the skin of your neck, “papi, c’mon — necesito limpiar la casa,” you reach down, your delicate hand gently raising rafe’s busy head from your chest.

forcing a pout on your plump lips, you watch as rafe swats the side of your thigh, clearing his throat, “a’ight, y’can clean, i’ll make us breakfast, yeah?” he rasps, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the diamond encrusted ‘R’ pendant that hung from your dainty chain.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

after about twenty more minutes of getting lost in a wet and noisy kiss, you and rafe decided it would be a smart idea to shower together.

“shit, baby — keep fuckin’ y’self on my dick,” rafe groans, the steamy and dewy shower raining down his face, both of his hands fisted in your hair as you throw your hips back against his, the palms of your hands and side of your face pressed against the fogged up glass shower door.

stretching your swollen lips into a lopsided smile, you continue to roll your hips, soft moans leaving your sore throat as rafe’s slippery hand slides around your throat, swiftly pulling you flush against his chest.

meeting the fat of your ass with quick thrusts, rafe tightens his hold on your hair, catching your parted lips in a swallowing kiss, “gonna get y’pregnant — i fuckin’ swear,” he huffs, sending a sharp slap to the wet skin of your ass, earning a pained mewl from you, “y’want me to make you a mommy, yeah?” rafe questions, his bright blues hung low as you nod, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder.

“y-yes, i want it, papi,” you cry out, your smaller frame jutting forward with each thrust that clapped against your poked out ass.

the moment rafe filled you with his cum for the second time within the last 24 hours, you became so cum-drunk that the thought of rafe fucking his kid into you, just didn’t seem all that bad. and shit, if rafe was being completely honest — his goal was to have you knocked up by the end of the year and donning his last name in the new year.

remaining inside of you, rafe releases your hair from his grip as he leans against the tiled shower wall, sliding his hands up and down your spine, a knowing smile tugging on his handsome mouth, “m’gonna keep it in for a bit, okay?” he decides.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

the remaining duration of your morning and part of your afternoon was spent in the sunny backyard of tannyhill, your wet and now curly hair pinned up with a kitsch hair clip, your bronze body now adorned by a silk crème colored nightgown. you laid between rafe’s spread legs, the two of you reclined in the lounger, popping random chunks of assorted fruit into your mouths as rafe laid a soft hand atop of your tummy.

letting out a sigh of content, you steal a quick glance at your empty ring finger, before staring down at your stomach, “papi … d’you think that i’ll be a good mommy — a good wife, one day?” you ask sweetly.

“i don’t see why not, y’already such a good girl for me, yeah? i think y’will be the best mommy and the best wife, mama,”

“you really think so?”

“f’course, sweetie — all i need now is y’walkin around all moody with a biiiig belly,” rafe confirms, pressing his lips to the top of your head, rubbing small circles over your stomach, “now, we jus’ gotta keep practicing til’ you’re all full, okay?”

placing your hand on top of rafe’s you fiddle with his gold signet ring, “okay,” you smile, your doe eyes sparkling with hope that maybe, just maybe there would be a little baby in your stomach.

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[girlgenius1111]

love you anyway

r returns from losing out on going to the olympics with england to barcelona. alexia reminds her that she is more than just her losses.

You stared out at the rising sun, oranges and yellows painting the sky. This loss felt different than the world cup. At least then, you'd known you'd done everything you could. At least you'd made it to the final. Now, you weren't even going to the competition. You felt the weight of the loss land squarely on your shoulders. You'd missed the goal by barely an inch, you'd had the chance to score after Lucy. If you'd made it, the team would have made it. Instead, you sat on a flight back to Barcelona all alone.

You were supposed to leave with Keira and Lucy later in the day, but you'd moved your flight. You told them you just wanted to get home faster and see Alexia, but that as only part of it. You found that you couldn't look Lucy in the eye. She'd told you probably 10 different times that it wasn't your fault, but you knew it was. You'd seen how she'd collapsed on the pitch. It was her last chance at an international tournament, and you'd blown it. Lucy, who helped make you the player that you were, who'd been there for you from the beginning.

All you wanted was to get home and see Alexia. She'd been texting you, trying to gauge how you were handling the loss. If your lackluster responses were any indication, you weren't handling it well. You hadn't told her you were catching an earlier flight. She was supposed to train, and you didn't want to distract her from getting back to 100%.

A part of you was also kind of nervous; logically, you knew Alexia wouldn't be disappointed in you for missing the goal. She held herself to impossibly high standards, was so incredibly hard on herself, but she'd made it clear early on that your performance on the pitch would never affect how she saw you. While your brain seemed to know this, your heart clenched uncomfortably whenever you thought of her watching the missed opportunity, the disappointment you imagined on her face.

So, after you landed, making your way quickly through the airport, you left her texts on read, knowing she'd see you soon anyway. You got your luggage as fast as possible, hopping in an uber. You directed it to your and Alexia's apartment; she would be at training, which meant you had plenty of time to shower and make yourself presentable. You're sure you looked like a disaster, eyes puffy from crying yourself to sleep last night. The drive was a blur, and you got lost in your thoughts again, startling slightly when the car pulled up in front of your building.

Your phone dinged again while you were in the elevator, and you pulled it out.

-How are you this morning, mi amor?

-What time does your flight get in? I'll come get you guys from the airport.

-Y/n?

The texts were spaced a couple hours apart, and you sighed, knowing you had to respond before Alexia freaked out. You didn't want her to rush home from training for you though, so you kept your answer vague.

-Sorry. I'm on an earlier flight, you'll have just finished training. I'll just uber and see you when I get home.

You put your phone away, stepping out of the elevator and walking to your door. Unlocking it, you stepped inside, dropping your bags to the ground heavily. You leaned back against the shut door, resting your head on it and closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being home immensely. Sighing, you pulled your bag into the bedroom, not even stopping to unzip it before hopping in the shower. You went quickly, desperate for a quick nap before Alexia got home.

Getting out, you heard your phone ding again, and you picked it up. You hadn't been expecting a response from Alexia yet, as she normally didn't check her phone much during training.

-Bebita, you know I have your location right? I checked to see if you were at the airport yet and you were already home. If you needed some time alone, you could have just said so.

Normally you would have remembered that key piece of information, but your brain was a mess. You responded right away, feeling bad that she thought you wanted space from her.

-No, Ale, I don't want time alone, I want you. I just didn't want you to rush home from training, you just got back. I'm good here, take your time.

Awaiting a response, you walked to the closet, not even bothering with your side. Instead, you pulled on a pair of Alexia's shorts, walking over to the chair in the corner of the room where she'd discarded the sweatshirt she'd worn to bed. Pulling it on, you inhaled deeply, the comforting smell of Alexia washing over you, a soft floral scent flooding your senses.

Figuring that if Alexia was going to respond anytime soon, she would have already, you climbed onto the bed, grabbing a throw blanket from the end and wrapping yourself up in it. You settled on Alexia's side, burrowing into her pillow and shutting your eyes. You drifted off rather quickly, completely missing a text from your girlfriend.

-Too late.

You didn't hear the front door open, the sound of Alexia dropping her bag right by the door and searching for you. You didn't even hear her enter the bedroom.

Alexia walked in quietly, having expected you to be asleep. She'd heard from Keira that you'd had a rough night, and she knew how exhausting traveling was for you. Her heart melted at the sight of you curled up in her clothes, head buried in her pillow. You were out cold, so she decided to shower before climbing in with you.

She'd checked your location in a panic after you hadn't responded, shocked to find that you were already almost home. She'd figured that you'd just wanted some space to process the loss; it's what she would have wanted. Your response to her told a different story though, and she was again reminded of how thoughtful you were. Fully lying about when your flight got in so she wouldn't miss training? She really couldn't have been mad if she wanted to be.

Alexia showered quickly, wanting nothing more than to be snuggled up next to you. The past week without you had been torture; international breaks were always hard, but since she'd returned to Barcelona after the first day, she'd been bored out of her mind without you here.

She pulled on clothes, before climbing onto the bed, careful not to jostle you. She rested her head by yours, facing you. She took in the sight of your puffy eyes, and knew you'd been crying. Not able to help herself, she brushed a piece of hair out of your face, keeping her touch soft. You stirred slightly, and she froze. You only mumbled incoherently though, before reaching out and grabbing her sweatshirt in you fist. You leaned into her, and she kept still, letting you wiggle closer until your face was pressed against her neck, both hands now gripping her top tightly.

Alexia wrapped her arms around you and you sighed contentedly, even in your sleep, pushing yourself impossibly closer to her. She felt your soft breaths hitting the skin of her neck rhythmically, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. She wasn't tired at all, wide awake really, but she was more than happy to lay here with you while you slept, right where she knew you wanted her. She held you close to her with one arm, picking up her phone in the other, where a text from Lucy waited for her.

-Hola Capi. Keep an eye on y/n. I think she's really beating herself up over this one.

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You woke up naturally an hour or so later, to the feeling of someone running their nails up and down your back. You immediately recognized the body under you as Alexia, and you blinked your eyes open, pulling back slightly from the crook of her neck. She met your gaze with a soft smile.

"Hola, mi amor." She murmured, her low voice the best sound you'd heard in days. You hummed in response, still sleepy. You rested your chin on her chest, looking up at her. She tangled her hand in your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp. Your eyes fluttered shut, thoroughly enjoying the close contact with the midfielder.

"How is my girl, hm?" She asked, not stopping her motions.

"Missed you," you replied, voice still thick with sleep.

" I missed you too, bonita," she paused. "I'm really sorry about the olympics, y/n." She kept her voice soft, but still felt you tense slightly against her.

"Me too," came your response, tone defeated. Alexia thought about the text from Lucy, studying you closely. Your eyes were closed, still laying against her, but your shoulders were tense, and you looked like you were incredibly weighed down.

"You played two incredibly games, though. I'm really proud of you." She said, speaking with conviction. You shook your head on instinct, opening your eyes to look at her. "Yes you did, amor. I watched." She said, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Then you saw me lose the game for us." You said, voice catching slightly.

"I saw you take an incredible shot on goal, and just barely miss. I wouldn't call that losing the game for the team."

"If I'd have made it, we would have gone through, Ale." Your voice was really wavering now.

"And if the Dutch player had missed, you would have gone ahead. Or if any of your teammates shots had gone in. You can't blame yourself for that." Alexia told you, watching carefully as tears began to well in your eyes.

"No, Ale, it's different. I fucked it up for everyone. I let the whole team down, I let Sarina down, I let Lucy down, I let you-" You broke off, clenching your jaw shut tightly in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. Alexia's hands came to cup your face, tilting your head to look at her.

"I don't want to hear you talk about yourself like that," Alexia began, face fixed with intensity. "That could have gone either way, it was just chance." You said nothing, blinking hard. "And you haven't let anyone down, baby. Not the team, not Sarina, not Lucy. None of them blame you for this. And you absolutely didn't let me down, mi niña. You made me so proud, like you always do."

Alexia watched as you continued to valiantly fight off your tears, your lip trembling hard. "It's alright to be disappointed, but I won't have you blaming yourself," she said, almost sternly. She watched you for another second. "You can cry, bonita. Come here."

At her words you let yourself go, allowing her to tug you up into her arms. She held you tightly as you cried against her, murmuring soothing words into your hair, interspersed with pressing kisses to your head. You cried for a while, getting her shirt extremely wet with tears. Her hold on you was unrelenting, though, and she didn't pull away until your sobs had slowed to occasional sniffles. Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she delicately wiped the stray tears off your face, before pressing a long kiss into your forehead. You gave her a weak smile, unsure how to put into words how much she meant to you.

"Well, I still get to go to Paris. Really live out my WAG dreams." You joked, and Alexia chuckled.

"Will I finally get to see you in a jersey with my name on the back?" She asked.

"You'll have to marry me if you want to see me with your last name on my jersey." You replied, smirking up at her. Her mouth twisted into a grin, and she shook her head at you teasingly.

"Well, I better get moving then if you're gonna be properly dressed for Paris." She wasn't joking. You knew this, but you didn't realize to what extent she really wasn't joking. If everything went according to plan, she'd have an engagement ring on your finger by June. You settled back against her, soaking up the time with your girl, as she did the same, her mind getting lost in engagement plans.

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[stayinlimbo]

Wait For Your Love

pairing: lee minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, second love (kinda), fluff, minor angst, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of a previous relationship, brief descriptions of heartbreak, so much pining omg, college-aged, mc's gender is not specified word count: 1.21k note:  i am proud i finished this one ngl. thank you @hwangism143 for giving me confidence. i'm not too sure how much i like this fic because it wrote itself but i hope you all still enjoy ♡

If there is anything Minho has learned about you in the years he’s known you, it’s that you’re not subtle. 

It’s something that’s never seemed to bother you, even after he pointed it out once during your shared lecture class, voice tinged with exasperation as you ogled at the upperclassman you’d been making heart eyes at for the nth time that week. You wear your heart on your sleeve like a badge of honor, displayed proudly for the entire world to see. 

Minho has witnessed every emotion be reflected on your face at least once. If asked, he could probably fill a whole book with expressions he didn’t even know were possible until he saw them on you, though the snapshots etched into his memory could never perfectly capture the art of facial contortion you’ve mastered. 

Your open nature was evident from the beginning. He can still picture the bright grin you gave him when you occupied the desk next to his on the first day of high school. The feel of your gaze flickering towards his seated form and the light bouncing of your knee as the teacher dismissed class made it no surprise when you twisted in your chair to ask for his name and if he’d like to eat lunch with you. 

It’s a curious thing, looking back on it, to see the immediate effect you had on him. Minho truly couldn’t help the pink hues coloring his cheeks as you tested his name on your tongue for the first time, nor the shy smile blossoming on his lips at the way you visibly lit up when he accepted your offer. He didn’t know you, didn’t know why you were so happy, didn’t know what this feeling was deep inside his chest; all he knew was that he really wanted to keep making you smile. 

He likes to think he’s been successful over the years, if the way your head tilts back in laughter at his silly antics and tight grip on his biceps to hold yourself up is anything to go by. It’s an admirable goal his younger self set, though he’s not sure when it shifted from wanting you to be happy to just...wanting you.

He wanted you when he introduced you to his cats for the first time, the gentlest smile playing on his lips at your barely contained excitement as they brushed past your legs. He wanted you when you tried to teach him how to swim, despite the poorly concealed judgmental looks you kept throwing at him when he clung to your shoulders tightly in the shallow water. He wanted you at your best, at your worst, and in all your in-betweens. He wanted to be by your side, even if he couldn’t have you. 

And he was. Minho was there to separate your clammy hands, wrung together by the anxiety flooding through your system, and give them a reassuring squeeze. He watched you take a calming breath, offering him one last nervous smile before walking a few rows over to ask out Chan, the upperclassman you wouldn’t stop gushing about. He offered you two thumbs up and the best smile he could muster as you bounded back to him, hands waving wildly in the air as you fervently spilled the details about how you scored a date on Saturday.

He was there to give the best “guy advice” a man with no relationship experience possibly could and third-wheeled more times than he’d like to admit, because, try as he might, he never was able to say no to you. 

No, Minho never left. If he did, who would be there to comfort you after you and Chan broke up right before his graduation? It didn’t matter that you were failing miserably at hiding your puffy face or eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall as you delved further into what happened. He didn’t care about the tears from your sobs staining his shirt and wetting his neck as he pulled you into his chest or the amount of tissue piled in his trash can. Minho chose to bear your heartbreak, be the anchor you needed because he loved you. He loved you in the way you deserved to be loved. 

He noticed the soft sighs escaping your past lips when he drove past somewhere that reminded you of Chan and the distant, longing look in your eyes when his name was mentioned. He saw your posture straighten, features lighting up slightly with a quiet “thank you” leaving your lips when he offered to bring you coffee every week before your morning class. Minho watched the weight on your shoulders be slightly lifted day by day as you reclaimed and channeled your love into yourself. He witnessed the smile finally reach your eyes, your laughter ringing in the air after he successfully predicted what the characters on the TV screen would say, and he swore he’d never felt prouder in his life.

Minho has learned all your mannerisms and would argue that he knows you better than he knows himself. Yet, there was a gleam in your eyes he’d never seen before when he leaned back on your couch and locked his eyes with yours. The way you quickly redirected your gaze was new too, and you even looked a little... shy. His eyes trailed down to your lap, where you fiddled with your fingers as he grabbed one of your surprisingly sweaty hands in comfort. Oh, it’s warm too. Weird. 

It was weird when you refused to look at him for longer than two seconds when he picked you up for class the next day. He could not figure out why you were biting down on your cheeks to hold back the smile threatening to break out any moment, nor did he understand why, two weeks later, your smile directed at him had changed—still radiant and beautiful but somehow softer, more loving.

Why are you looking at him as if you love him? 

You’re not subtle; you never have been. Minho can see it now in the way you’ve found more excuses to hold onto his arm when walking through heavy foot traffic, when you’re scared by the movie he teased you about, when you’re pulling him closer because you’re cold and don’t want to reach for the blanket resting beside your body. He can see your love overflowing in the same way as his, hands itching to intertwine with each other. 

He knows you know about his feelings for you. How could you not, when he can hear your panicky voice reverberating through your apartment’s front door, pacing footsteps creaking the floorboards as you repeatedly question one of your other friends about how you should ask him out? He really hopes the catch in his breath wasn’t too audible.

Minho doesn’t mind waiting; he’d wait forever if he had to. But it doesn’t look like he’ll have to wait for long, not when your hope-filled determination paired with a wide-eyed stare pierces his heart and soul as you wrench the door open and usher him through the entryway.  

And if he didn’t leave until the next morning, hand intertwined with yours as he dragged you to the nearest coffee shop, well, that wasn’t anyone else’s business.

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[wosoamazing]

First Game

Summary: You are getting to go to your Mums' game for the first time, but it isn't any ordinary game it is the Conti Cup Final

Warnings: Mention of vomiting (Alessia spins reader and Katie warns that she might throw up - thats it)

A/N: I know I said date night would be out first but this came to mind, it is a skip in time but I will go back and fill in. It's only short... Also if you have any ideas please send them through.

Today was the first time you were going to an Arsenal game. Katie and Caitlin wanted to wait a bit, well more like 2 years, before you came to their games, so every game day you were left at home with your babysitter, or occasionally with their friends but more recently it was Ella, one of your Ma’s many sisters. But today was different, they dressed you in a pair of black leggings, and the mini Arsenal Jersey they bought for you, your Ma had done your hair in plaited pigtails clipping two red bows at the top of them, and your Mum put you in your baby Nike Airs, much to your displease. They loaded you up in the car, it was only a short trip, but then you were put on a bus, it was longer, and you got very bored.

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“Wan” you said as you pointed to the jacket your Ma was wearing, your Mum handed her your jumper and tried to put it on you, “no,” you pouted as you stamped your foot. “Wan yours” “no, you can have yours or none,” your Ma told you, “hmf” you grunted in reply before crossing your arms and walking away, over to Kyra and Alessia. Your Mum’s had turned their backs and so Kyra quickly slipped her jacket on you, causing you to beam at her. “What, how?” “Kywa,” you pointed, still grinning ear to ear, your Mum glared at Kyra before picking you and walking out to the bench with you. Today the coaches walked out with the teams, something was said about it being a final, something about a cup.

You didn’t quite understand what was going on but it was all very tense, you sat intensely watching the ball, which Steph found very cute, as did all the other players, Caitlin was actually kind of relieved that you had the large puffy jacket on, which was way oversized, as it created a shield around your face, meaning you were safe from the public's phones. Your Mum had to go warm up and so you were handed to Leah, who you decided to have a short nap on, considering the game had been going for some time. At the 105th minute you were handed to your Ma as she was subbed off, which caused you to wake up, just 11 minutes later the stadium erupted in cheers as Stina scored the first goal of the game, putting Arsenal in front.

The full time whistle was blown and everyone jumped up, running to celebrate, you were handed off between staff members before you somehow ended up in Sam’s arms, but you weren’t mad, you quite liked Sam, and she was part of the blue team, blue was your favourite colour.

“Ma, Mummy” you cried out at one stage realising you didn't know where they were. “Hey y/n, its okay they’re over there, see” she said pointing and you nodded.

“I be wif em?” Sam shook her head, “no, because you see soon they are going to spray an adult drink on them and you are only little so you have to stay with me, but then soon you can go back with them,” you pouted as you gave her a small nod.

Not long after you Ma came running over, “Ma” you yelled, “Hi munchkin, do you want to go see Mummy and everyone else,” you nodded eagerly, “Thank you Sam,” she said as she walked away.

You were passed around player to player, them all celebrating with you and getting photos with you, Kyra put you on her shoulders and ran around causing you to giggle, Alessia threw you up into the air and then spun you around before she was cautioned by your Ma to stop, “If she throws up its your fault and you’re cleaning it,” those words caused Alessia to immediately stop and place you onto her hip, you just curled into her side, relaxing, she didn't mind at all.

The bus ride home was very noisy but you didn’t mind it, you just joined in the celebrations jumping up and down the aisle of the bus. Once you arrived home your Mum got you changed as your Ma filled a sippy cup up with milk, once you were changed into your comfy PJs you promptly climbed into their bed, right in the middle. “Oh do you want to sleep with us?” “Weep, ogether?” you asked with your best puppy dog eyes, “Of course,” You Ma said as she handed you your milk, they got under the covers, you laid in the middle of them as you watched a bluey episode, sipping on your milk.

“Its safe to say this wasn't how I planned on celebrating, especially considering we leave for international break tomorrow.” Your Mum chuckled, as she leant towards your Ma, who placed a soft kiss on her lips, “I know, but how could we say no to her?” “She really is adorable isn't she,”

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[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — wanna, make you… + yoichi isagi

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, minors do not interact. pussy eating, fingering, new relationship, fem!reader, isagi’s cocky when it comes to making you feel good. enjoy <3

“isagi.”

“yeah, precious?”

“yoichi isagi…you’re starin’,”

at your words, his chin juts upwards to meet your gaze, ocean blue eyes darken as if you’ve hit the deepest point of water in the world. they ripple with hunger, they flicker and you see how feral he is. the kind of ravenousness you can only witness in isagi when he’s on the pitch, piecing together his perfect victory like a one thousand piece puzzle. shooting goals. winning.

“hm? oh yeah… i know, i just, you’re just…” his hands dance over the figure of your hips and his fingertips press into the dips of them— debating on grabbing them or pushing you back onto the bed so he can pin them to the sheets. “just really wet. so wet. did i get you this wet?”

he says it like he’s surprised about having this much command over your body. though it’s not your first time, it’s one of the first few times he’s had you like this since you’ve gotten together. but you’d assumed yoichi knew the impact he had on you.

“only you, chi. you always do.” lifting a leg and keeping your balance, you lay your thigh over the man’s muscular shoulder— giving him the perfect view of your silken slit, the way it drips like liquid gold and glistens like a diamond in the rough. you’re spread apart, splayed out like a five course meal for your boyfriend and all he can do is stare.

“fuck…”

you feel his breath, light and warm like an ocean breeze between your thighs— coasting over the heartbeat that’s crawled it’s way slow from your chest, into your bloodstream and straight to your clit.

“yoichi—“ you’re about to beg, hands in the thick black of his hair— messing it up because you know it sends shivers down his spine, for isagi to know that he’s needed. a part of something, a part of your pleasure.

but he cuts you off, voice dipped in honey and eyes spiralling with a boastful ego like he’s highly aware that he has what it takes to make you fall to pieces. “i want your pussy on my face, precious.” he says thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing with the viscosity of his words. “wanna taste her, want her juices all over me…”

“then why haven’t you—“

“wanted to figure out how,” isagi cuts you off again, leaning forward and pressing his rosebud-pink tongue flat to the length of your core. he doesn’t dare move it, instead drags his head up as if he’s nodding, the motion causing the pink muscle to slide between puffy folds and your nectar to drip right into his mouth.

you whine at the contact, balling up your fists in his hair— dragging the man by the scalp into your quivering cunt. “h-how?” he smiles into your core. “isagi don’t tease me.”

“i already know how to make you cum,” the striker explains cockily— the vibrations of his voice shooting straight to your clit, emptying your brain of any verbal feedback aside from mewls and sighs. isagi adds his fingers to the mix, long and slender, spreading you wide and sucking the essence that clings to your pussy lips up before it has a chance to leak. “know when you’re close, you always grab at my hair or my neck. know how much sweeter you get when you’re about to burst for me.”

looking up at you once more, with his fingers replacing his tongue, isagi presses a kiss to your soft tummy— smearing your slick along your skin. “this time i want to be better,” when he speaks, he follows along with the increased pitch of your voice and how it peaks. he pouts with you, coos sweetly like there’s popping candy spread across his tongue and curls his digits along the inside of your creamy walls until you break. “this time i want to do more for you, precious. i want to see you break.”

“yoichi…p-please!”

he dangles pleasure in front of you like it’s food and you’re an animal, starved— writing his signature against your g-spot with rough fingertips and you can do nothing but writhe against their flow.

“this time, precious, i wanna make you squirt.”

#blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #isagi x reader #blue lock x you #isagi x you #isagi smut #yoichi isagi x reader #bllk smut #isagi yoichi smut #isagi thirsts #blue lock imagines #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[theemporium]

39 pls

this is just a tester...unsure how i feel about it...i just kinda wanted to see if i could write him or not...anyways!!🤠

39. "everything is going to be okay" kisses

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It was stupid. Or at least, you felt pretty damn stupid over the whole thing.

It was stupid because the whole damn thing was so predictable, and therefore, avoidable. It didn’t have to work out like this. Your day didn’t have to start like this. There were so many other—and better—things you could have done and yet, just like an old habit you couldn’t quite shake off, you gave in. 

You answered your mother’s phone call despite knowing better.

For a short moment, you thought it could be different. You thought that, for once in your life, you could have a civil conversation with the woman who gave birth to you like any other child should have been able to do. But that thought lasted a total of three minutes before the snide remarks began and the rest of the pieces fell into place. 

The little comments about your life. The way you moved away from home like you were better than the rest of your family. The fact that your dreams and goals never quite aligned with the ones she painted out for you the day you were born. It went from your lifestyle to your job to your appearance. She covered every base, every single detail of your life that she thought you were undeserving of.

Not that she would say the words so bluntly. No, they were firmly hidden under the guise of a mother concerned for her daughter.

You were near tears by the end of the call, but by some stubborn save of grace, you had managed to hold it in until you muttered out a lame excuse and quickly hung up. But the second the soft beep of the phone disconnecting echoed through the room, the sobs started and you couldn’t really stop them.

You didn’t even hear Oscar come in before you felt his body sliding onto the bed in front of you, his warm palms resting on your shaking arms. 

“Baby,” it was uttered in such a soft, worried voice that you couldn’t help but let out a choked noise of guilt. 

He was a blur of coloured blobs through your teary eyes, whilst you probably looked like a mess with puffy cheeks and a red nose. But that didn’t stop him from moving his hands up to engulf your face, his thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks to wipe away the falling tears.

“Tell me what’s happened,” he murmured, soft yet demanding. He wanted to help. God, every cell in his body was practically twitching to help you but he couldn’t do it if he didn’t know where to begin. 

However, as it would turn out, words wouldn’t be necessary as your gaze fell down to your abandoned phone across the bed and the rest clicked in his head. 

“Oh baby,” he sighed softly before his arms were around you, pulling you onto his lap as your limbs wound around his torso. 

He didn’t let you go as you cried. He kept your body pressed against his, chest to chest with both your hearts thumping wildly. His fingers aimlessly traced random shapes along your spine, anything to help ground and soothe you until the blubbering sobs stopped and it felt a little easier to get air into your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have answered it,” you sniffled, your face buried into the crook of his neck. “I know I shouldn’t of—”

“But she’s your mother,” Oscar finished for you. “And despite everything, a part of you will always hope that she’s changed.”

“Does that make me stupid?” You wondered out loud.

His arms tightened around you. “Not at all, sweetheart.”

“Feels like it,” you admitted to the boy.

He pushed you back a bit, just enough for you to lift your head from his shoulder despite the whine you let out. His hands were encompassing your face again, his brows furrowed together as he took in your tear-stricken face. 

“She doesn’t know you—the real you. And maybe she never will. But the people who do know the real you love you, and we always will,” Oscar spoke in a soft voice. “You hear me?”

You nodded. 

“Good,” he murmured before he leaned forward, his lips pressing against yours in a gentle but firm kiss. Nothing crazy or passionate or racing for you to be pulling off his clothes, but more than enough to feel the love and admiration melting off him. That little reminder that regardless of everything, you’d always have him in your corner. “What do you think about a pick-me-up?”

“This is more than enough,” you assured him as you leaned into his hold on your face.

His lips twitched upwards. “So no ice cream?”

“Woah, slow down, Piastri. I never said that.”

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#oscar piastri #formula one #f1 #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri fic #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy, love your writing! <3 I'm not sure if you've written about this before, but can I request needy and whiny Ellie accidentally discovering she has a mommy kink? (during sex she it just slips) and reader teasing her about it, poor baby :( I just know Ellie started calling her gf mommy, mama or mami as a joke...until it wasn't a joke anymore 😌

A/N: first of all, thank you so much😭💕 and omg yes? this is goals. I have never written whiney ellie b4 so let’s see how this goes lmfao. (sorry if this kinds sucks ass😔)

summary: the ask in a nutshell.

parings: whinysub!ellie & dom!reader

W/C : around 600

content warning: (NSFW !!) degrading praise? (“pretty slut, sweetheart, baby”) ellie calls reader mommy ovi.

els: mamaaaa, wya?

els: i miss youuuu

Y/n: mama huh?

els: yah it’s my new nickname 4 u.

y/n: alr els😭

y/n: I’ll be there soon baby dw. you can wait a little longer for mama, yeah?

els: BDJSNDJSHDBSBH?!

y/n: see u soon baby.

your pretty sure that’s when you found out Ellie had a mommy kink. her reaction totally gave it away. so when she called you mommy in bed you played along.

you had her dicked down on the bed. holding her thighs over your shoulders while she gripped onto the sheets on her back. your cock pounded into Ellie while your hand roamed her body.

“awah, is my baby crying?? feels so good, don’t it sweetheart?” you coo mocking your cock drunk girlfriend under you. she looks so needy like this. her eyes rolled back into her skull, fluttering open every once and a while to watch you split her open on your cock. her auburn hair sticks to her forehead, sticky with sweat. she would whimper incoherent please. she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. she just wanted more. and she was all for you.

“y-yess. please. faster mommy !!” the name caught you off guard. stoping your unforgiving thrusts into her. you smirk, bending over to kiss her sweaty forehead.

“call me that again.” you growl into her neck when you continue to slam into ellies pretty little cunt. your arm reaches around her leg and you play with her puffy clit. rubbing tight circles around her pussy. or as tight as you could get them while the bass of the strap was rubbing against your clit so deliciously. you pound into her pussy harder. hitting a deeper spot then before. Ellie groans, her mouth falling agap at the new angle. her perky tits jiggle with every thrust.

“did you not, fuck, did you not fucking hear me? I said call me that again, or I stop.” your merciless pace made her head foggy. barely comprehending what you were saying. poor baby:( you slow your thrusts, bottoming out in ellie. you just sit there inside of her till she notices the stop. She catches her breath. huffing in between whines.

“w-why’d you stop?” she try’s to slide herself father into your dick, rutting her hips closer to yours.

“need you to call me mommy again, baby.”

“mommy please, please let me cum.”

and at her word your pace regains speed.

“y’like calling me mommy. isn’t that right my pretty slut? you like when mommy fucks you shitless?” she nods her head aimlessly and you swear you see drool pouring from the side of her mouth when you start to rub her clit again. her whines reverbing off the walls, sounding like music to your ears.

“yeah I know you do, been wanting to call me mommy for a while now haven’t you sweetheart?” your words tip her over the edge as she cums all over your dick. you fuck her through her orgasm, drawing long whines from her pretty little lips. normally she would scream your name while she cums, but today she called you something different.

“mommy- fuck, mo-mommyyyy” she chanted that name so damn much it ain’t even seem like a word anymore. eventually your thrusts slows down as she shakes underneath you.

“I’m goin pull out now, okay baby?” her fucked out little expression can’t form words as she gives a weak thumbs up. cute loserrr.

A/N: I wrote this super quick but it was fun! I’m trying to have more fun when writing bc I used to think of it as something I needed to be perfect at but that wasn’t getting me no where lmfao. SEND ME ASSKKKKS !! love yall 🩷

#tlou2 #tlou #tlou fanfiction #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #girl in red

[kdogreads]

Halloween with Richie

I live about two hours east of Chicago and we had a very cold, snowy Halloween so here is how I imagine trick or treating going with you and Richie & co.

Richie Jerimovich x pregnant!reader fluff🥰

After being with Richie for a few years now, you knew holidays were always a tricky subject when it came to Eva. Who got her on Christmas Day? Christmas Eve?Thanksgiving? Easter? And most concerning of all for Richie, Halloween.

Richie’d always loved Halloween for as long as you’d known him. He loved helping his daughter get dressed up and being the dad carrying around coats or water or discarded accessories.

Tiffany usually offered to let you and Richie take Eva trick or treating since she knew how much he loved the holiday, too. This year, though, you wanted to run a different idea by the doting dad.

When you first brought up the idea of all of you taking her together, you and Richie and Tiffany and Frank, he was hesitant.

“All of us? Baby, I don’t know. It’ll be awkward and, like, what do we talk about? The weather?” He scratched his head like he does when he’s stressed.

“We don’t have to talk about anything, honey. We’ll just be there to have fun with E,” You tried to calm his nerves by sliding your arms up around his broad shoulders, “Just ask Tiff? Please?”

You weren’t sure if he really came around to the idea or if your sad, pouty face did the trick, but a few weeks later you were in the car, heat blasting, heading to the neighborhood Tiffany and Frank live in.

“Fuckin’ snowing — On Halloween! Goddamn Chicago weather, I swear,” Richie cursed as he climbed in the driver’s seat from brushing the car off.

“You need to watch your mouth, Richard, or your daughters are going to start sounding like you,” You tried desperately to keep the stern look on your face while rubbing soft circles over your round belly.

“Damn right they will. Their daddy kicks ass and so do they,” He reached over and placed a loving hand on the top of your swollen midsection, adjusting your big, puffy coat slightly in the process and easing some of the tugging feeling on your back.

You groan happily at the relief but remember quickly you’re supposed to be lecturing him. You shoot him a quick eye roll in feigned annoyance and Richie just laughs while he shifts the car into drive.

It’s a quick trip to their house, and when the two of you pull up, Eva is already peeking out the front door, anxiously waiting to start collecting candy.

Eva gives you both big hugs and you exchange pleasantries with Tiffany and Frank. There isn’t much time for chit chat though, not when Eva’s already sprinting down the driveway.

The five of you make your way down several blocks worth of candy, the grown-ups longingly reminiscing about last Halloween (when it was 65 degrees and sunny), and casually chatting about upcoming football games, while Eva fulfills her goal to fill her pumpkin pail to the very tippy top.

It was fun. And entertaining. And easy. No one had to try to make it less awkward or stiffly discuss the weather. It was happy and you were so glad you talked Richie into this.

Once you were sufficiently frozen, and only after hitting all of the houses with their porch lights on, Tiff invited you both in for some hot chocolate. You sat comfortable around her kitchen table while Eva meticulously sorted through her loot. Richie’s chronically warms hands rested gently on your shoulders as he oversaw the candy-distribution process.

“Daddy gets the old people candy because he’s old,” Eva snickered as Richie feigned an angry face as her, “And Mommy and Frank’s favorite are these ones, and these ones are for you and the baby.”

Eva delicately shoved small mountains of candy in each of your directions and you couldn’t help but smile up at Richie with pride at how generous and thoughtful his little girl was.

“So,” Eva begins, her face suddenly set on a very serious look, “Next year, we are all dressing up as Power Rangers. Baby sister, too. She can even be the pink one!”

Richie exclaimed with joy, so proud that his little mini-me was so much like him. He and Frank high-fived like they were at a football game or something while you and Tiff just shook your heads.

The joint Halloween was a smashing success. You rubbed your belly contentedly, already daydreaming about what all of the upcoming holidays would look like with your unusual, extended, perfect family.

#richie jerimovich fluff #richie the bear #richie x reader #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #the bear imagine #the bear x reader #kdogreads #the bear hulu #the bear #Halloween

[bucknastysbabe]

Outta your head - Modern!Criston

A/N: short n sweet subby cole take it or leave it xoxoxoxo

Rating: Explicit

Tags: PWP, femdom, MOMMY KINK, pegging, soft baby crispy, sub!Criston, subspace, modern au, dirty talk, gentle domme, it’s just one (1) needy bb and his mommy🧡

He’s so pretty like this, you thought.

Your boyfriend let you spoon him on the couch, his ass snug around your strap. You nuzzled his neck and hair, eyes on the movie. You ran your hand across his tanned chest, trying to keep Criston calm.

He was being good so far, quiet and eyes soft. He’d been a little spacey since you opened him up soft and gentle, careful not to rile him up by playing with his sweet spot. Criston whined and gave you his watery eyes, glancing over his shoulder as you fingered him open on the couch.

You remained still, occasionally drifting your hand down to hold his hip firmly. Sweet boy was instructed to warm your strap-on. Criston��s chest hitched, mouth opening just the slightest. You murmured into his ear, nipping at it playfully.

“You full prissy? It's so good for me right now. Warming your mommy’s cock like this, yeah, I have a good boy don’t I?”

He bit down on his lip, eyes scrunching tight as he swallowed a whine. Criston slurred, “Mhm, yes Mommy, you’re…ugh..big.” You pet at his chest again, eyes back on the television. You fell into a content lull, eyes glued to the screen.

Then you heard him.

Soft, soft little whimpers, bitten off so you couldn’t hear. You blinked a bit, registering Criston’s state. His eyes were glazed, bottom lip was puffy from nipping on it. You looked down to see his swollen cock leaking on his belly. The cock in his ass was so big he couldn’t escape from any little stimulation.

You shifted a bit to test the waters, Criston crying out sharply, shuddering and leaking more. You cooed and kissed his shoulder, poor thing. He’d feel better later. Your man would get so stressed at work training federal agents, taking on too much of a workload.

He’d dropped to his knees earlier, eyes wet and pleading. Criston moaned, “Need you mommy.” That’s all it took for you to devise a plan for your precious other half.

“Cris? Honey, you getting squirmy on me? We’re halfway through. Making a mess already? Thank god I put down the towel.”

“M’sorry.”

You didn’t want to punish him, not with how big and wet his eyes were, how he couldn’t stop whimpering. No, Criston just needed a little gentle teasing. Merely a reminder of who was in charge of his pretty empty head. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, murmuring, your hand spanning down to his twitchy lower belly.

“Do you need to cum now or can you wait? I think you can hold it a little longer, let the movie finish, I was watching you know,” you hummed into his ear. Criston shivered as your breath hit his oversensitive skin, the involuntary movement sliding down to his feet tangled within your own. He gnawed on his bottom lip and swallowed before replying, “I- I can wait.”

You grinned at his desire to please, playfully pulling at a peaked nipple as you cooed, “Good boy. Always the best for mommy.”

His dark eyes rolled through another shiver and twitch so violent you could feel it through the fake cock. Unpausing the movie, you snuggled back in, draping a thigh atop his quivering ones. Criston would probably get squirmier as time progressed. Or he’d completely sub out— you’d see.

He was subbed out this go-round. You blinked and readjusted yourself when the credits rolled. The remote lay untouched. You had more important things to handle now. Peering down at Criston you could almost weep at the beauty, he was glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. Drooling just a bit as he whined, wet eyes searching yours with confusion. You pushed back thick curls, smiling gently, warmth in your gaze.

He whined again, mouth moving but little garbled noises came out. Poor baby boy almost always turns to mush when warming your strap. You’d succeeded in blanking his mind out, that was the goal.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you now, just keep being good.”

His pretty lips warbled, dark lashes blinking away fresh tears down Criston’s darkened skin. You pressed a kiss to his temple, urging him to flip onto his belly. In a slow tangle of limbs, you now rested atop strong thighs, the strap still seated deep in his ass. The man feebly grabbed at a pillow, cute little noises echoing from a swollen pout.

“You ready for mommy to fuck you now, hm prissy?”

He looked back over an olive shoulder, eyes pleading, trying to speak. It was more of a strangled sob and a jerk of his head. That’s all you need to see. Grabbing his slim hips you withdrew slowly, inches dragging outward. You curiously spread open to watch the sight, arousal flooding your body.

He yelped and jerked, back twitching all over, goosebumps erupting on his gorgeous skin. You snapped your hips forward in a loud clap, grinning at more cries of pleasure. You kept the same rhythm after that, heavy-handed yet steady. Criston wouldn’t take long to bust anyway— he sounded like a paid actress the way he was crying and wailing.

Deciding to get closer, you laid along his sweating back, keeping that huge silicon piece deep inside. You knew that particular strap-on didn’t leave a bit untouched— lessening the need to angle for the prostate. Criston babbled nonsense, something between your name and ‘mommy’.

You breathed against his ear, holding back a snicker.

“Awe, Criston, you’re so loud baby, you needed this huh? Needed this big cock inside your tight ass? Letting the whole hallway hear how the super agent is a needy whore for his mommy’s cock?”

He wailed again, breath staccato as he bit down on his lip to keep quiet, pretty teeth shining in the dim light of the TV. Nuzzling the side of his face you purred, “Move with me angel, rut against the towel. Know you want to. Spread out a little more.”

The raven-haired man spread his thighs out, wetly gasping at the change in angle, the terry cloth now rubbing on his cock. He managed to mewl, “M-mommy!” You rubbed at Criston’s flanks, watching his face contort in pleasure, feeling his lean hips move with yours. You felt like one with your lover, two bodies moving in perfect unison.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Come for your mommy? I know you're aching so bad prissy,” you murmured against the shell of Criston’s ear, nipping at the lobe. The man was a mess of cries and sniveling. He cried out, “Please! Mmh!”

You jerked your hips downwards roughly, moaning in excitement when Criston seized up and spread his thighs wide— one falling off the couch in the sudden movement. His skin erupted into goosebumps once more, heaving as he came with a long, loud keen.

He sobbed in the aftermath, the build-up and final release left your baby a wreck. Gently pulling out of his ass and unbuckling the strap you carelessly discarded it to dote on your lover. Criston sniffled and let you manhandle him, his nose nuzzling between your tits, whining softly.

You noted the sticky mess slathered across your stomach from Criston and rolled your eyes. You scratched his scalp and cooed, “Messy baby, you gonna clean it up?” Safe to say it was a wonderful surprise to watch his dark eyes sparkle when Criston finally snaked down your body with his tongue— lapping down to between your thighs.

You groaned when his lips closed around your swollen clit.

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #criston cole x reader #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole imagine

[elliesmainhoe]

RECKLESS

Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Summary: While working, Joel comes in and tells you that your girlfriend, Ellie, was injured on patrol.

Contents: Slight misogyny, injury, swearing, angst, fluff, unconsciousness, playful banter.

Everyone in Jackson had a role, a purpose. Naturally Ellie was assigned to patrol and scavenge. Ellies strength was admirable, she was smart in combat, strong and immune, it was obvious why Maria put her on patrol. But you hated it.

You were never a natural fighter, more soft in nature. You were assigned as a glorified babysitter, taking care of toddlers during the day while their parents went off on errands and jobs. So you knew very little on combat.

Ellie loved that about you, your kind sweet and carefree nature, you seemed so fragile she had this urge to protect you ever since she first saw you chasing down a run away five year old, smiling and laughing as mud and snow splattered on your clothes.

You loved the kids, they loved you back. The small day care building always filled with childish babbles and bubbly giggles. You loved your job but you hated Ellie's. The idea of your girlfriend running from clickers. Shooting and climbing in abandoned building, death lurking round every corner.

You knew she was immune, her immunity calmed your nerves a ton. But immunity didn't protect her from people. Due to your kind demeanor people often assumed you were gullible and timid so they tried to take advantage of that. You couldn't count the amount of times you'd clutched your hidden pocket knife when someone approached you.

People in fucked up situations become morally grey and inhumane. Willing to do anything to achieve they're end goal. And it was horrifying, you trusted Ellie with your life, but you didn't trust others.

"Miss Y/NNN" a small squeaky voice pulled you from your chance. A small brunette girl looked up at you, doe eyes filled with tears, puffy cheeks and a snotty nose.

"Oh, What's wrong Nora? Why you crying huh?" You say bending your knees and crouching to her eye level.

"Miles won't share his toys cars with me-me. He says- He says I'm a girl so I can't play with cars" her words were rushed, small sobs and sharp intakes of breath between words. "Oh I'm sorry sweet pea, I'll go talk to him, why don't you go colour for a minute and I'll get you a car, yeah?" She sniffed, wiping her snotty nose with the sleeve of her cardigan and waddling towards the colouring table. Sighing softly you turn towards the group of boys pushing small cars on wooden tracks around on the floor.

"Hey guys, you've made Nora quite upset, can you tell me why you did that" you spoke softly, sitting down next to the group of 4 year old boys.

"because she's a girl. And these are our toys..." He mutters moving the toy car and bashing it into his friends.

Thinking on how to approach this you start talking. "In Jackson, everyone shares, the other day I was food shopping and your mother shared some of her vegetables with me. You see if you want to be a big boy you have to learn to share sweetheart. Nora might be a girl but she can still like cars."

He looks at you "So if I go give Nora a car, I'm a big boy?" He questioned, looking comically puzzled. "Yeah that would be really nice of you honey." You say an encouraging smile painting your face as he begins to wonder towards the brunette girl, two toy cars in his hands.

"Y/N." A deep voice sounded from behind you. Quickly getting up and turn around "Joel." You said to the man whose frame took up the majority of the doorway. "What's up?, usually you don't come visit me during work." You added, a smile graced your face at the welcome visit from the man.

"Uh, Ellie came back from patrol and she's not looking too good. She was shot with an arrow in her shoulder, it wasn't bad by itself but it sent her falling forwards and she hit her head, she's out cold." He explained to you, the worry written on his features soon matching yours. You felt your heart drop, a sense of dread overcame you.

"Oh shi-" you cut yourself off looking at the distracted 2-6 year olds, "shoot." You finish "where is she?" "She's in my spare room, I patched her up she'll have a headache when she wakes up and have to rehabilitate her shoulder for a few weeks, thankfully." He answered.

" my shift ends in five, Gia should be here for her shift soon, you mind staying here till she shows up?" He sends a nod your way and you immediately grab your jacket and bag leaving the middle aged man with the group of fifteen toddlers. If you weren't so worried about your girlfriend, you would've laughed at the situation. Joel miller with a crowd of children, completely hopeless. Poor man.

Your feet hurried as the sight of Joel's house came into view. Hurrying up the porch steps, swinging the door open, quickly throwing your shoes off, dumping your backpack on the ground and rushing upstairs.

Opening the spare rooms door, your breath caught in your throat as the sight of your unconscious girlfriend laying on the double bed, bandages rapped around her shoulder, a patch on her head, covering what you can imagine Is a large bruise. You moved forwards, perching on the mattress looking down at Ellie.

Her face looked calm and serene, her beautiful brown hair falling Infront of her face, her soft lips had a small split in it. You kissed her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ears. You looked around the room, your eyes focusing on the rocking chair pushed into the bay window. Getting up and pushing the chair closer to her sleeping form.

You say on the chairs floral cushion, reaching forward and grabbing her hands. Absentmindedly your fingers began to trace the veins and scars on her hands.

"hey.. HEY." Your body jolted up abruptly, being startled awake by a husky voice. "Ellie..." Tears welled in your eyes as you stood up and cradles Ellie's face.

"you are such an idiot, so so reckless and stupid..." You mutter gazing into her eyes, you saw her lips quirk up in amusement. "Don't smile, you're in a huge amount of trouble, missy" you say sternly, raising an eyebrow at her when she rolls her eyes playfully in retaliation.

"sorry, miss Y/n" she mumbled pouting out her bottom lip, mimicking the kids you work with.

"Oh shut up" you reply, you lean down, gently pulling yourself closer, and tenderly push your lips against hers. A sigh leaves both of your mouths, relief evident in both the softness of the kiss and in the happiness of Ellie being okay.

She's okay, she's alive. Of course she's alive, your girl is so strong, she'd never leave you.

Ellie breaks the kiss murmuring a soft "c'mere" and patting the empty spot next to her on the bed. You scooch yourself over to her, resting your head on her uninjured shoulder and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Her hand reaches out and cradles the back of your head, dragging her hands through it, softly combing and detangling.

"I'm alright beautiful, I'm all okay. I've been through too much shit to let an arrow fuck me over. And I could never leave my pretty girl alone, you're stuck with me sweetheart, you're never getting rid of me, for as long as I can help it.

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I like this one more than my last one. I hope you enjoyed this mini-fic. If all goes to plan then I should be uploading some head canons later too.

NOT PROOFREAD

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #pedro pascal #the last of us #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x female reader #tlou hbo #ellie headcanons #lesbian fic #lesbian #ellie x reader #teacher!reader #elliesmainhoe

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 44. a love stolen away (ღ)

tw: angst / wc: 743

the sky was colored cerulean, with minimal puffy white clouds floating about in a snail-like pace. it's a beautiful day today — perfect for picnics in the park with family, perfect for walking around the sidewalk with no particular goal but to feel the fresh breeze kiss your skin…

perfect for a wedding. 

"say, ayaka, how long do you think their vows was for each other?"

ayaka, who had started her day banging her fist against the varnished wooden doors, stops to look at you incredulously. "dude, i'm literally trying to get us out of here. don't be so pessimistic at least!" the banging resumes, with two fists this time. "i'll get you out of here, okay? just wait, and you'll get your speak now moment!"

you didn't laugh. much less reacted, really. your eyes hold no light, and it's jarring seeing the contrast against the sunny day, almost as if the universe is making fun of your miserable state.

"i wonder what color his suit was. i think he looks rather dashing in white, then again i also think he can pull-off any color."

ayaka sighs, walking towards you with heavy steps. she crouches before you but you don't spare her a glance. "don't worry, yn, okay? we can—"

"if you do get us out, i want to fly back home. maybe all of this is sign that me and ayato were just never meant to happen. we're from two different worlds. after he graduates he'll be the president of a company, but when i graduate i'll just be some clumsy intern who works 9 to 5 and doesn't get paid half as much as the hours i put in."

ayaka feels a spark of irritation in her nerves and she's never want to slap some sense into you as much as she does now. 

"yn, listen to me. what are you saying? don't give up yet—"

"coming here even made you fight with your grandfather. i don't want you to fight with your family."

"no," ayaka retaliates, stubborn. "first of all, you are more than what you think, yn. i genuinely don't think i would've survived college nor would i even be as mentally strong enough to even run as president! i am where i am now, because some god or deity above gave me an amazing friend. grandpa… needed to get that reality check that times are changing and he can't dictate what his grandchildren should do anymore."

you're silent, and ayaka would've thought you weren't listening if not for the glint of tears building in yours eyes. 

"this is just so fucked up," you whispered. "i didn't even get the chance to explain. he got married thinking i never returned his feelings, and that's what hurts me the most."

"hey, hey, the ceremony won't start in…" ayaka looks over her shoulder on the small digital clock by the bedside table. "no less than three hours! we can still make it so don't speak like all hope's gone. just help me bust down this door and we can hail a cab, the venue isn't far from here so—"

"earlier this morning, while you were still sleeping, do you wanna know what your grandfather said to me before he left?"

truthfully, ayaka doesn't. "what?"

"the ceremony started this morning, at 9AM. they changed the time and had informed all the guests three days ago — except for you. he said he knew his grandchildren, and honestly? i think he really does…"

ayaka wants to pass out. 

"…considering he knew ayato wouldn't spend a night in a room with the girl he's forced to marry and that you'd fly here with me to soil his plan. he knew everything. he caught ayato, and ordered him to text aoki that he was staying here when really, he was at another hotel. ayato's will is already broken down. your grandfather knew your brother won't run away, that he had no other option but to accept the marriage. while you, on the other hand…"

so that's why you looked lifeless, like you want to raise your white flag and fly back home tail in between your legs. 

the first tear rolls down your cheeks. ayaka didn't want to imagine what you felt, of a love stolen away before it began.

"timecheck: its 12PM, and i've given my context. so answer my question, how long do you think their vows was for each other?"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — a wild rosie appears... and dips again for the next 5 mos /j

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[mouschiwrites]

Hello! Congratulations on 300 readers!! Can you do 7 and 9 for Lloyd? Maybe he'll be comforting the reader after having a nightmare of Lloyd being taken away from her by Harumi (reader is afraid she isn't good enough for Lloyd and that someone better will take Lloyd away from her)

Of course!! Hope this was okay my dearest! ^^

Word count: 1.1k

Ninjago - 7. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.” and “You’re beautiful.” (Lloyd) (300 follower event)

You dragged a hand down your face, bringing it to a stop over your mouth. You were staring blankly at the blankets draped over your legs, being fully capable of making out the shapes despite the darkness. Your eyes had long since adjusted—you’d woken up from the nightmare almost half an hour ago, and you’d been sitting in silence ever since.

It wasn’t the nightmare itself that disturbed you; it hadn’t scared you, not in the way that a monster or a murderer might have. No, the nightmare scared you in a much more profound way. It pried itself under your skin and wrenched it open, exposing your deepest insecurities to the open air. Bringing such things to light sent you spiraling.

The hand you kept clamped over your mouth suddenly became damp as tears squeezed from your eyes, and you pressed harder to muffle the hiccuping breaths that jerked your torso.

If your goal was to keep from waking your boyfriend, who had been sleeping peacefully beside you all the while, then you failed. You heard a groan and a faint rustling, and suddenly Lloyd launched himself up, his hand finding a place on your shoulder, his arm draped across your back.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” He rasped, the sleep leaving his voice by the end of his inquiry.

You were unable to speak, so you just shook your head. You curled into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face in them.

Lloyd hesitantly wrapped his other arm around you, shifting so that he could envelope you in his arms. He leaned comfortingly against you, rubbing your arms slowly to soothe you. He didn’t pry. Yet.

He held you patiently through the worst of your breakdown. At first it was Lloyd’s presence that was making the breakdown worse, horrible thoughts screaming at you that his affection was out of pity and not love. You screamed back: It’s not true, it’s not true, but the other voice was louder.

Eventually you began to tire yourself out, and your breaths stabilized again. You didn’t reach out for Lloyd, though your instincts were telling you to. Instead you just lifted your head, staring at his arm wrapped around your front while you sniffled.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Lloyd asked gently.

You looked at him, your puffy eyes meeting his green, sympathetic ones. This proved to be a mistake, as the mere sight brought more tears to your eyes.

“I don’t deserve you! You can do so much better!”

You buried your face in your knees again, and Lloyd shifted to get a firm grip on your shoulders. With one hand he lifted your chin, turning your head to face him, but you tore away, protectively placing your arm around your head as you returned to the safety of your knees.

“I had a dream,” you said, your voice muffled by your pajamas and your inflamed sinuses, “a bad dream.”

Lloyd was patient as ever, and he spoke encouragingly while keeping one arm draped around you. “What was it about?”

“H—” your throat tightened as you struggled to get out the name. “Harumi was in it.”

Lloyd didn’t say anything, but his face hardened. He was listening intently, having a sneaking suspicion that he knew where this was going.

“And you. You were there too. You and Harumi…” your voice trailed off as more tears spilled, and your body gave up its violent wracking in favor of a constant, subtle tremble.

Lloyd hugged you yet again, placing one hand over yours and squeezing as best he could. “Y/n, I’m safe—”

“Did you love her?”

Lloyd blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that. He thought you had a nightmare that he died; he often had nightmares in which you died, and those always made him cry, so he had guessed the same must have happened to you. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or worried that he was wrong. Is it worse to think that your lover is dead or that they don’t love you?

You looked up when he didn’t respond, and turned away sharply as you felt his owl-eyed gaze.

“I don’t blame you. She’s so strong, and smart, and pretty..!” The image of her was so vivid in your dream, and her sweet smile tore at your heart as the vision danced tauntingly before you.

“Y/n!” Lloyd cut in sharply, turning your face to his with his fingertips on your cheek. “I never felt anything for Harumi.”

You sniffled, searching Lloyd’s eyes for the lie your worries told you was hiding somewhere in those emerald depths. But it was futile; all you could see was sincerity.

“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

If you had any more tears in your tear ducts, they would’ve spilled then. You finally relented to the instinct that drew you towards Lloyd, and you draped yourself across him in a slanted hug. You let Lloyd’s reassurance wash over you, but it was slow in the going, slowed by friction with your lingering insecurities.

But Lloyd wasn’t done. “And I don’t care how great Harumi allegedly is. I want you. You’re smart. You’re strong.” He placed a chaste kiss atop your head. “You’re beautiful.”

“Really?”

Lloyd nodded. “The most beautiful.”

His words had flushed your insecurities away like river water. You sighed, using the last of your wind to laugh softly. You were really only half laughing, and half crying, but this time you were crying from relief.

“I love you,” you breathed, drawing yourself up to hug Lloyd closer.

“I love you, too,” he murmured into the crook of your neck.

Then, with his arms fastened firmly around you, he leaned back, dragging you down to bed.

You giggled when he let out a little oof as he hit the mattress. You tried to get off his chest, but he held you firmly in place, planting an insistent kiss on your forehead and holding you down with his arms.

You weren’t complaining. Relenting immediately, you just made yourself comfortable against the soft fabric of his pajamas, closing your puffy eyes while Lloyd pulled the blanket over you both. Only then did you realize how exhausted you were, both from the crying and the fact that it was the middle of the night. Your body melted against Lloyd’s, and you could feel his doing the same.

Lloyd petted your back as you drifted off, lulling you into a sleep you were confident would be free of such nightmares. Even if you did have another one, you reflected, you’d see that it was silly and had not the slightest chance of ever happening.

The last thing you heard was a quiet and sleepy voice, hardly a whisper:

“I’ll always love you.”

Thanks so much for taking part in our event!! And thank you for reading, take care you amazing souls <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader

[rolling-storm-writing]

Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving.  Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him.  If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help. 

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means.  Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together.  Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.  

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect.  More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together.  And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must.  Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair.  A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him.  Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust.  Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over. 

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess.  Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go.  “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied.  Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses.  Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well.  Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes.  Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

#male reader #fluff #smut #gay #tyr gow #open requests #gow ragnarok #god of war #kratos #kratos x Tyr #kratos x heimdall #god of war ragnarok #top reader #top male reader #tyr x reader #Tyr x Kratos #headcanon #Head canons

[mermaid-trash]

MDNI, 18+ content (afab!reader)

Personal trainer!Kaeya who felt your eyes glued to him the very first time you entered the gym, ogling the way a light sheen of sweat glistened against his muscular shoulders while looking so sweet yet uncomfortable yourself, and so he was quick to introduce himself with a practiced smile in the hopes of easing your nerves

Personal trainer!Kaeya who comes to learn a lot about you through your light conversations during your workout sessions with him, all about your life and your personality, and he absorbs it all without even realising, until he spots your preferred flavour of sports drink in a store one day and catches himself smiling inexplicably

Personal trainer!Kaeya who demands a lot of hard work from you but never fails to praise you for everything from finishing a set of reps to reaching a major personal goal or record, saccharine words pouring from his lips no matter the size of the achievement, all for the privilege of seeing you flushed red and stammering adorably as a result

Personal trainer!Kaeya who adores the leggings you wear to your sessions with him, the way they cling to the plushness of your thighs is enough to make his mouth water - and that’s not to mention all of the stretches he makes you do just to see the outline of your puffy lips through the material

Personal trainer!Kaeya who fists his cock furiously in the shower after an intense session with you, the sight of your flushed face coated in sweat coupled with the sounds you would make, soft grunts and groans as you lifted weights and sweet sighs when he helped you to stretch, rendering him so hard he can barely think until he cums with a choked groan to the mental image of you splayed out on the floor of the gym, creaming around his cock as he pistons his hips against yours relentlessly

Personal trainer!Kaeya who slips you his phone number at the end of a session after a few weeks of lingering touches and bashful smiles on your part, relishing in your stunned silence and leaning into your warmth with a wolfish grin on his handsome face as he assures you to “call whenever you want, sweetheart”  

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact modern au

[msfcatlover]

Shadow Damian (Reverse Robins)

Shadow starts with Damian, and I am drawing huge inspiration from his Infinite Frontier design. In particular, this absolutely gorgeous rendition by DuhDude.

(I fucking love this look)

I'm also taking inspiration from @adoptedbybruciewayne's design, which just so happens to have a very similar silhouette.

As I've said before, I'm aiming for "sleek while still somewhat disguising his body outline." The goal is to make him a harder target to pin down.

Black tunic-vest, the part below the (utility) belt shaped mostly like the green design. Keep the puffy sleeves, though they're now also black & ever so slightly translucent; the under-suit is actually very dark grey, so you still can't really see his arms, it just does weird things to the shadows.

The hood is NOT part of the tunic, it's a separate cowl like this (sized similarly to the green design), held on by a single snap so that it never chokes him or holds him back if it gets grabbed.

No bandages, but the bottom half of his forearm does have a metal cuff for protection. Black gloves under dark red fingerless gloves, and the cuffs are the same red.

There is actually a single red stripe running down each arm like a ribbon between the cuffs/gloves & his shoulders, but I feel like if anyone drew it, those would be the first detail to go. In any case, those ribbon-lines sorta pour below the curve of his collarbones to merge into a red bat in front of a gold circle. (Referencing this chart, it's probably a combination of the "Batman: Dead End" & "Batman Beyond" designs.)

(Quickly thrown together in GIMP, though the colors seem to have gotten messed up... it should be redder.)

No domino; he wears a black half-mask/mouth-guard on the lower half of his face (kinda like the "muzzle" mask Jason's been wearing in recent years), and paints the remaining visible skin with grease paint to disguise his features (think Battinson, but it's the entire upper half of his face.)

The effect being Damian's mouth, jaw & nose covered, his face cast in shadow, his skin painted black, so there's no discernible features... just these two piercing green eyes staring at you from under the hood.

The pants are well-padded (same dark grey as the undersuit), and he has extra armor on his thighs, though a lot more in-line with modern sensibilities.

(This, but black.)

I also love Damian's knee-high lace-up boots, especially how they're drawn in "Son of Batman" where they are all the way to the knee, with a very de-emphasized kneepad. Practical? Probably not, but I don't really like how the protective cap they usually put over his knees change the shape of the boots. So he gets those, but black instead of green.

(It is weirdly hard to grab a good reference image for these; they never look as good on the covers, for some reason.)

So that's my... excruciatingly detailed explanation of Damian's Shadow costume. Look forward to future breakdowns of Damian's Nightwing costume, how future Shadows evolved the look, and basically every other costume in the family.

#reverse!robins #reverse robins #reverse robins au #reverse order robins #reverse order batkids #reverse batkids #reverse batfam #reverse batfamily #damian wayne #damian al ghul #batfam #bat fam #batfamily #bat family #batkids #bat kids #batsiblings #bat siblings #shadow damian #shadow damian wayne #shadow!damian #shadow!damian wayne #mine

[sanesuki]

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

Soulmate AU | In this world your soulmate's name appears on your wrist when you turn 10 years old. Now what happens when that soulmate abruptly leaves you to chase his own goals? His best friend steps in of course. 

JJK 0 Movie Spoilers!!!! No Manga Spoilers :) 

Gojo x Y/N (past Geto X Y/N) 

Word Count : 3.8k 

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She’s here, Satoru thinks. Finally, she’s here. He watches as she runs despite her shaky legs. Sweat trickling down her face as she makes it in front of Gojo. Inhaling gasps of air as her stare reaches his face. Fear, sadness, and uncertainty in her eyes. 

She must’ve ran all the way here since she heard the news. How can he help here? What’s he supposed to do? He wants to hold her and never let go. He wants to be there, comfort her, but he knows if he crosses those lines, they will be crossed forever. He can’t tell her the truth about her soulmate mark. Not yet. 

“He’s dead” Satoru tells you. There’s no expression on his face, and he doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t know if he should. Satoru isn’t sure he deserves to talk to you now that Suguru is dead. 

Satoru killed his best friend and your soulmate. He knows beneath your arm sleeve, sprawled across your wrist, is Suguru’s name. His face remains blank. “He wanted me to tell you he loved you back then.”

He doesn’t mention how Suguru said he would’ve done it all again. You don’t need to know that.

He watched as she tried to remain standing while shaking with grief. The look on her face showed that she most likely knew that he was already gone. He knows she’s about to-

She starts falling to the ground as her knees give out. Satoru catches her without thinking. He treats her like glass. Making sure his hands don’t hold onto her waist too rough. He lifts her up and carries her towards the closest wall. He sits down leaning against the cool structure of bricks, placing her sitting down next to him. Going against his inner thoughts of setting her down on his lap. Not now. Not yet. Satoru notices how the tears in her eyes have increased, flowing down her cheeks. 

Satoru doesn’t say anything. He says nothing as she cries. He says nothing as she scoots closer to him for comfort. He says nothing when she leans against him, her head on his shoulder. 

“I-I didn’t make it in time, again” she says in between her continuous sobs full of grief and heartache. 

Her words hit him. Again. That one word hit him the most. Her hands that were once gripping his shirt on the side loose their grip. He feels her hands turn into fists one second and go limp the next.

Why, Satoru finds himself thinking, I don’t want to watch this play out again. He doesn't want to see her broken all over for a second time. Like back then all those years ago, when Suguru left Jujutsu Tech for good. How she didn’t leave her room for days. She didn’t take any missions. Was broken up with through a letter left by Suguru on her side table by her bed. Saying how Y/N deserved better, and to not look for him. That was years ago yet it still haunts Satoru til this day. 

He’s broken out of his thoughts when he feels tugging on his purple long sleeved jacket. He looks down to his side to see her crying still, clinging onto him. “S-Satoru it hurts” she says breathing irregularly.

Just this one time. Satoru knows he really shouldn’t, but he just can’t resist. He picks her up gently and places her on his lap. He wraps his arms around her pulling her in. Letting her rest her head against his chest. He tightens his grip, wanting to make sure she’s not going to just slip out of his arms, wishing things would just freeze at this exact moment. He wants to comfort you, to heal your grief and make your pain and exhaustion go away.

“Promise me you won’t leave me either Satoru. I know I have Nanami, Shoko and the others but…. you're different. Don’t leave me too” she says in a shaky tone as she looks up at him. Her eyes are still a little teary and puffy from her cries.

Don’t leave me too. The words send a shiver up his spine. He couldn’t do that to her. Satoru’s eyes slowly close as he holds her in his arms. He promises himself that no matter what he can’t leave her, especially not now. Satoru wants to pat her back as she cries. Maybe squeeze her a little bit too hard just so she knows he’s here and that she’s safe, but he doesn’t. Instead he just holds her so she never falls, so she never runs from him. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me” he silently tells her.

Satoru watches as the tears continue to fall from the corners of her eyes. She needs me. The grip he holds on her increases in firmness as he slowly wipes the water drops away with his thumb, never letting her go. I need to be here. I have to be here. She looks so small and helpless in his arms. “I’m here” Satoru whispers, brushing some of her hair out of her face, “I’m here.”

She looks at his face. Wanting nothing more than to see those icy blue eyes. They always brought her a sense of comfort. It always felt like something pulled her in. Almost as if he read her mind, he takes off his blindfold and puts it in his pocket. Looking at her directly. Those icy blue eyes holding secrets and emotions behind them. But also comfort and peace. “Satoru stay by my side forever” she says softly, almost like a demand but pleading in her voice. The tears in her eyes are still there but no longer spilling out. 

“I promise I’ll always be by your side” he leans down, his forehead touching hers as he holds her against him. His voice is shaky, but it’s firm. He’s never leaving her.

Satoru watches as she clings onto his neck, burying her face in it. Letting out the remaining tears. It’s all he can do while he watches the grief continue. Tears soaking up his jacket at the collar. As long as she never has to cry alone again, Satoru doesn’t mind. 

“Why is it always me? Everyone I love ends up dying or leaving me. My soulmate, my family, my friends……maybe I am destined to be alone!” she cries out. 

“Stop” Satoru says, his voice sharp and firm. He finally pulls away as he looks her straight in the eyes. His voice lacks emotion, but his words are not soft, “You’re not alone.” 

He lets out a breath, wanting to reach out and wipe away her tears, to wipe away the pain she’s feeling. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

“What if I lose you too? I’m just like a curse! Bad luck follows me. What if you get wrapped in it too” her breathing starts getting heavy as she starts panicking. “I-I can’t I-I don’t know-“ she says as she holds her head. 

Satoru looks at her with sympathy in his eyes as she continues to panic. He knows what she must be feeling like right now. Her heartbreak is evident on her face, her voice is shaky and she’s about to start bawling again. 

“Stop.” He tries to calm her. “Stay calm and listen to me.”

“I-I can’t. All I can hear in my head is his voice. Sugurus voice” she says breathing heavily, holding her head harder. “It’s so loud. Make it stop!” she cries out.

With Gojos six eyes he can see her cursed energy fluctuating at unstable levels. Satoru’s face tightens, his brows knitting together in slight confusion. What she’s experiencing right now isn’t normal. He’s definitely seen people break down, but never like this. She’s hearing voices, almost like the last remnants of her soulmate's soul is creating this pain. That’s impossible though. Unless…

As Y/N is experiencing these symptoms, Gojo sees her soulmate mark start glowing under her knit sweater sleeve. He can barely see through the small holes of the sweater but he can see it. Her soulmate mark…. Suguru’s name is disappearing, being erased. Suguru’s mark is fading? It shouldn’t be possible for the mark to fade unless her soul isn’t compatible with his soul anymore. But it’s only been… He died an hour ago. That’s quite fast. But looking at the mark disappearing in real time makes her soulmate mark disappearing more real, more permanent. Satoru’s eyes narrow, the feeling of unease growing in the pit of his stomach. He already knows what’s about to happen. Right now? Damn it all. 

Satoru stares at her, his breath catching in his throat as he sees the mark take a new form. His heart races. Satoru’s throat gets dry before he speaks, his heartbeat rising with each word. “Y/N” he says in a hoarse tone. “Y/N, look at me.”

He watches as she reluctantly opens her tear filled eyes, waiting for her to say something, anything. She’s slowly calming down as her soulmate mark stopped glowing. Her eyes are the same as they’ve always been. The same colored eyes he’s lost himself in several times. It’s now or nothing. I hope she doesn’t hate me after this. ”Y/N” he whispers, his voice hoarse from his dry throat, “can you read what your mark says?”

“H-huh? It’s Suguru’s of course-“ she stops herself when she lifts her sleeve and looks down at her arm to see... a different name? She blinks multiple times and rubs her eyes quickly. “W-what? But… that’s impossible!”

“I know,” Satoru whispers, watching her with intense scrutiny. His heart skips a beat as he watches her eyes. She thinks she’s hallucinating. She didn’t fully read whose name it is yet. He tries to swallow the knot that’s formed in his throat, forcing his voice to remain steady. “What’s the name on your skin?”

She looks quickly at her wrist, reading the name. And her heart stops in her chest. No way….. how is that- she has to reread it ten times for it to fully register. Y/N lifts her head and slowly looks at his face in shock. “….S-Satoru…. your name…… why is it-”

She finally knows. Satoru watches as the realization sets in on her face. Her eyes broaden, and he sees the expression of confusion and disbelief wash over her features. It all matches up. The fading in the shape of the mark, the mark changing all together. It’s really happening.

The soulmate mark she had with her previous soulmate of six years has been rewritten in his name.

“B-but…. Sugurus name…” she looks all over for it but it’s completely disappeared. How? “Is it because….. he’s passed away? B-but I’ve never heard of a case where the mark changes just because their soulmate passed away!”

She still hasn’t realized. Satoru watches her with a growing sense of uneasiness. 

There’s something he never told her. “No” he replies softly, watching her read the new name on her skin multiple times. “There’s a different reason.”

With all the strength he has, he takes a deep breath. There’s no saying how she will react. He slowly looks into her eyes.

“Suguru wasn’t your forever soulmate” Satoru says, his voice almost as gentle as it was before. “He was for sometime but…..” he sighs. “There’s been some, not many, but some cases where people have two soulmates. Usually like our case where… one soulmate passes away and the mark changes into the other's name.”

It felt like her whole world was flipped upside down. She’s never heard of cases where people have two soulmates. But it all makes sense now. After Suguru left Jujutsu Tech and they broke up, time passed and she accepted what they had was through. Suguru was too focused on his goals and put them before her. Though it hurt, she forgave him. She eventually accepted, forgave and moved on from that relationship. She still loved Suguru but no longer romantically. As time passed she always felt confused about her soulmate mark, feeling uneasy that maybe she was wrong to move on. Years went by of her being single for some time, and Y/N found herself in a predicament. 

That white haired dummy started making her heart beat. His stupid jokes that made her laugh even when they weren’t funny at all. His dumb laugh that made her turn away from him because she didn’t want him to see her warm cheeks. His piercing blue eyes that made her nervous under his gaze on those rare occasions he didn’t wear his glasses or blindfold. No wonder she felt drawn to him, her soulmate. Gojo Satoru. 

Though she knew he was telling her the truth, she was still flabbergasted. “T-that’s…..” she says in shock. She already knows her mark says Satorus name but she needs to see it on him. She wants to see it. Needs to. “But….. does that mean….. let me see!”

She wastes no time and starts pulling up his sleeve to see his soulmate mark. Satoru doesn’t even have a chance to react. Y/N already pulled up his sleeve to see his soulmate mark, and he just lets her. She needs to know, that’s for sure. She sees her name clear as day on his wrist. Then something clicks, he must’ve had another soulmate too right? She wonders who it was. Her curiosity gets the best of her. “Wait… Satoru…. Whose name did you have before mine on here-“ she freezes as she looks at him and sees an odd look in his eyes. Like…… apologetic and worry?

“Always” he replies softly. He forces himself not to look away, forcing himself not to blink. He’s staring right into her eyes, his own eyes wide open and unblinking. “You were always my one and only soulmate, Y/N.”

And there she goes. She’s piecing it all together. She understands what happened. She understands everything, and it’s all hitting her like a ton of bricks. When she and Suguru started dating all those years ago. The times she tried to touch Satorus arm, how he’d shy away and cover the mark up. She’s remembering how he’d cover it up with a jacket, and how he’d find any reason to keep her from looking at his mark. 

For a few moments, Satoru doesn’t talk. He can’t. He doesn’t know what to say. His heart hurts when he looks at her, when she sees the disbelief in her eyes. “I think Suguru always knew” he finally replies softly. “I think he knew from the beginning, but he didn’t want to spoil it for you. He wanted to let you be the one to figure it out.”

“This whole time……” she says in shock still. “When we first meet. When I got Sugurus' name on my arm. When me and him started going out… when he… left Jujutsu Tech…..”

“Me,” he answers, finally finding the word that had been stuck in his throat this whole time. He wants to scream, wants to tell her that he was always here, always watching. He wanted to be with her from the beginning. But instead, Satoru remains still, almost like he’s afraid that he might ruin it all by speaking. How ridiculous. He’s pathetic. 

In a second, her eyes instantly fill with tears again. God why am I crying so much today?

“Why didn’t you tell me? You’ve been watching your soulmate this whole time….. love another man….. why?” her heart breaks. For two reasons. One because he’s been lying to her this whole time. And another because she realizes he must’ve been hurting. 

“Because I didn’t think you’d love me back” Satoru finally says. His answer comes out, and he can’t bring himself to look at her. The guilt he’s feeling is overwhelming, his heart hurting at the thought of her pain. He wants to tell her how sorry he is for lying to her. He wants to apologize for ever letting her think he wasn’t true to her, and wants to beg her forgiveness. But she speaks first. 

“Satoru…..” her tears fell down her cheeks. “You were hurting…. All these years?  Since we were… students at Jujutsu Tech?”

“Yes” his response comes out as a broken whisper. He can’t bring himself to meet her eyes. He can see the tears in his peripheral vision, the way her lips are trembling slightly. 

He wants to cry alongside her, wants to let her know just how much he’s been hurting all these years. In an instant she immediately hugs him, “Satoru…. I’m so sorry.” Satoru doesn’t know what to do with this. Did she just—

No. 

No, that’s not right. She didn’t do anything wrong. She has nothing to do with all this. There’s no reason for her to apologize. 

“No” he replies, crouching down slightly to her level. Her tears are falling on her face. He doesn’t wipe them off his cheek, letting her tears run free. “It’s not your fault.”

His heart tightens as she hugs him tighter. As he feels her arms surrounding him, and the warmth of her body and her head on his chest. And he lets himself be a little self-indulgent and rests his jaw on the top of her head. The guilt that he was feeling earlier just melts away, replaced with pure relief. 

It’s finally over. She knows the truth, and she doesn’t hate him for it despite all the lies that he’s told. 

“It’s not you” he says softly, his voice hoarse from unshed tears.

Her hands go up to his face as she cups his cheeks. So soft. “Satoru…. You are by far the kindest person I’ve ever known” she says softly. And for the first time today she shines a warm smile at him. Her eyes look at him with pure affection and warmth. 

Satoru stares as she smiles, overwhelmed by her beauty. He can’t bring himself to stop looking. Everything about her is perfect, from her smile to her adorable nose. The way her eyes crinkle when she smiles is enough to bring his heart beating faster. He can’t help but think that this is the first time he’s actually seen her smile with the purest intent since they’ve become adults. 

“It’s time for me to make you happy” she says as she caresses his face. “What do you need to be happy, Satoru?”

Her touch is so gentle that Satoru starts to tremble. He has to keep his eyes open to avoid being overwhelmed by her beauty, and he’s glad he does when he realizes what she’s asking. 

“You” he replies simply, not caring at all that it’s such a cliché answer. “If I can have you, that’s all I’ll ever need.” 

“Me?” she says as her eyes sparkle a little in the light. 

God she’s perfect. Satoru nods his head. He’s never been sure of anything in his life. But he is of this. 

“Yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you” Satoru answers, and for the first time in a while, it comes out like he’s free to say what he wants. If he couldn’t have her, he wouldn’t be able to be happy at all.

“Then….. how about we start over?” she says with a warm smile as she stares at him. He's beautiful. 

Satoru is almost shocked by the question, but he instantly knows that he’d give anything for the chance to do so. 

“Yes” he answers, nodding enthusiastically. “Let’s start over, right now.”

Her smile brightens up even more and wipes away her dried tears. She looks at him and holds out her hand. Shining that bright smile. Like a movie, the sunset shines on them two. “Hey I’m Y/N. And you are?”

Satoru laughs. A happy, genuine laugh. And he takes her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he does. The warmth of her skin fills him with happiness. He looks up at her, and despite all the problems they’ve gone through, he can’t help but wish that he could relive every single one of them, simply because she was by his side. 

“Satoru” he replies, feeling a warmth in the depths of his stomach. “I’m Gojo Satoru.”

“That’s a beautiful name, Satoru. Why do you always cover your eyes? You think you’re some sort of ninja?” she says holding back a laugh but failing miserably. 

Nostalgia. That’s what it is. She said this the first time they met during their student days. She remembers…. And he can’t help but laugh once again. His hands loosen from hers, but he doesn’t release them. He just stares at her as though she just brought him back in time. So he says what he said to her back then. 

“So what if I am?” he asks, looking down at her with a playful grin on his face in response to her sarcasm. His voice sounds different, though. It sounds much lighter and more relaxed. “I’m a kinda hot one aren’t I?” 

Ah there’s he is. The gojo I know and love. The stupid beautiful fool. 

As the two of them walk back to Jujutsu Tech after god knows how long talking about nonsense, they hold hands. Both of them haven’t talked about their feelings towards one another. But there’s no rush. Because they are bonded forever. Soulmates. As Y/N walks while holding his hand, she looks up at the sunset. She smiles, he’s looking down on them isn't he? 

Suguru, thank you. I will always hold a place in my heart for you. You were my first love. My first soulmate. And I never once regretted anything. The laughs, the smiles, the love. It was all real. Now I understand why you left without another word. You knew Satoru was my soulmate didn’t you? Of course you did. You knew he would take good care of me. And I would take care of him. Thank you Suguru. For loving me. Now even though we both went our separate paths, I know you are looking down at us. I promise. For you, me and Satoru will be happy. Together. Just wait for us, it might be a long time but one day… the three of us see eachother one day. Thank you Suguru, I’ll never forget you. 

Y/N turns to look at Gojo as he rambles on and on about whatever he’s talking about. She looks at him and sees his blindfold is back on. “You truly are a ninja” she says with a cheeky smile. She tunes everything out when he starts joking about how he’s the strongest and she shouldn’t talk to him as anything lower. Causing her to laugh at his ridiculous antics and pulling his blindfold off as punishment. “Agh- you little brat” he says laughing. As they look into each others eyes only one thing pops in their mind….

My forever soulmate. 

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