#those blue eyes AAA

[arminsumi]

hii!! hru?? i hope ur doing finee!! :))

so i have a request 😭😭 imagine olden times gojo satoru x reader, reader comes from the lower class poor family and gojo is the higher rich class 🤩🤩 gojo and reader go to school together and gojo is rlly known and popular in school so reader gets curious and tries to talk/start a conversation with him!! then they become friends but they eventually both develop feelings for eachother 😭😭 but because of their differences they cant get together/love eachother and gojo's parents dont rlly support gojo marrying a poor girl and want him to marry someone with a high status!! (u can make gojo have a future arranged marriage if u want, i jus need an angsty fluff fic 😭)

✎ runaway lovers

💗 さとる

note : i found this buried deep in the drafts !! :( i'm late but i wrote this in one go and it was so fun, i got so absorbed into the story... ugh i'm a sucker for olden day gojo stuff. one of my fav posts was that hanahaki gojo fic. anyways!! aaa i swooned a bit at the part he says "i will always find my way hom and she is my home" 🥹

content : one day at school, those six eyes catch you spying through the gap in the door, and from that moment on gojo satoru grows fascinated with you. he just has to introduce himself to you. he doesn't care about the whispers around him and just falls right in love. unfortunately, his parents frown upon you two being together, and they try their best to pry the two of you apart.

warnings : fem reader, angsty fluffy, misunderstandings, gojo gets put into an arranged marriage, forbidden romance trope

playme : you're in love

"gojo satoru...?" you question curiously.

your friend nods, starry-eyed. "you know, from the gojo clan? oh, he's so... he's just... you can't even envision how good-looking he is; you just have to see him with your own eyes. come on."

"alright..." you chuckle, letting her lead you down the corridors. she trips clumsily on the way.

the two of you peer into the senior student's class. you whisper under your breath to her, "which one is he? there's so many people in the room... and i can barely see."

"just search the room. you'll know him when you see him. he stands out." your friend whispers excitedly.

your eyes look searchingly. and then they land on a head of snow-white hair; there's a boy, two years your senior, sitting upright like a stick and clad in a blue-toned kimono with an endearingly simple pattern on it — but you're not fooled, that's the highest quality silk. a clan crest stares at you, as his back faces you.

You peer through this slit in the door.

you're staring at him like you're spellbound. and... those hyper-attentive six eyes catch onto you right away.

gojo curiously peers behind him over his shoulder. when you see his face, it immediately makes sense why your friend — like so many other girls in this school — is completely taken by him.

and he... he's taken by you, the instant the two of you make electric eye contact. you look away as if singed by spilled boiling tea.

gojo's heart thumps in his chest.

who was that, just now, peering through the slit in the door? she was...

"good-looking, isn't he?" your friend smugly nudges your shoulder as the two of you scamper away like mice, escaping outside.

gojo's class concludes moments after catching you spying through the slit in the shoji door, so he quickly makes a path to follow after you as you escape to the taiko bashi bridge with your friend as if you're two criminals.

and he ends up eavesdropping on your conversation at a prime moment.

"...he looked like an angel..." you say in awe. his heart flutters and he widens his eyes, straining his ears to hear more but the bush of flowers is fluttering so loudly in the wind that it makes it difficult. so much for six eyes... what he wishes he had right now is six ears.

he picks up fragments of your voice. it gives him... butterflies, for the first time he understands what it means to have butterflies in one's stomach.

"...ah, don't tease me...!"

he blinks his pretty eyes and listens to you.

"...i can't possibly introduce myself to him...he's not just my senior...he's the prodigal son of the gojo clan..."

his heart... does something. a smug look forms on his face.

well... if she can't find the courage to introduce herself to me, then i'll introduce myself to her.

and so he does. when his best friend accompanies him on a gliding exit walk along the bridge, he stops by you and...

he bows deeply, like you're a very important person. but you're not, you're a commoner in most eyes at this school... and yet he doesn't treat you as such. it even takes his best friend, suguru, by surprise because he knows satoru to usually be a bit pompous.

electric eye contact is made between you and satoru when the two of you rise from your greeting bows.

"have we met before?" he begins smoothly, "your face reminds me of a girl i met in a dream."

your throaty stutter endears him, but makes his best friend snicker.

"satoru... don't go around flirting with monkeys." he says meanly.

for the first time, satoru ignores something that his best friend says. a reality-shattering moment, really, suguru widens his eyes as satoru asks; "what's your name...?" as if he's desperate and determined to know it.

and that's where it all begins. on the taiko bashi bridge. one spring.

it doesn't take long for his parents to find out that he's conversing with a commoner, and they put a stop to it immediately. not only because of your status... but because they don't want him to be "distracted". he needs to keep a "narrow focus" on his studies. and... they refuse to let some commoner mingle romantically with their precious prodigal son.

girls snicker in secret about you. rumors spread that you forwardly introduced yourself to gojo.

"i heard that she chased after gojo-senpai and desperately tried to introduce herself to him. she's obsessed with him or something, it's really pathetic!"

speak of the devil... no no, he's an angel like you said... satoru appears. not a word slipped by him. it makes his blood surge, is stomach twist; they had some nerve. he wants to cuss them out, be improper and raw and visceral. but he refrains. because consequences.

"i'll have to correct you two," satoru's sudden appearance shocks them out of their bodies. that voice is chilling. "it was actually me who initiated that introduction on the bridge. she was too lovely to ignore..."

oh, satoru... why did you choose the word 'lovely'? now rumors begin to circulate the school that you two are dating. they rapidly make their way to his parent's ears, and while his father may be lax on his lectures, his mother is strict.

she parts the two of you. cleaves your budding friendship. rips the two of you like paper, refusing to let her son be tainted or distracted by someone like you.

but does he listen to his mother's orders to never speak to you? no. he sneaks out to meet you after school. he squeezes in through your window at night with a toothy grin. he secretly invites you to his birthday parties ("where has the birthday boy run off to...?"). he holds your hand when no one is looking.

and he cups your cheeks and leans in for forbidden little kisses when it's just you and him in the vacant school corridor.

your faces melt like butter against each other. it makes his heart lurch to have a forbidden fruit touching his lips like this... it makes him feel weak, which is just laughably ironic. so weak, that he wants to take a bite... even if it puts both the reputation of him and his family in jeopardy.

there's a sad twinge in his chest when he thinks about how you and him are forced to keep your love secret.

"i'm sorry that... i can't show off something as beautiful as you without getting the both of us in trouble. i wish we could kiss right in front of the whole world's face." he admits in a soft murmur.

it's simple, these sad times. but then the future comes and delivers despairing news on gojo.

one day, while having tea with his mom and dad, they tell him that a marriage between him and another woman is being considered.

he violently jumps up from the table. a teacup shatters on the floor.

"huh...?" his shock and surprise slowly morphs into pure anger, "like hell! you can't j-just spring this on me. i refuse to be married to anyone except y/n—"

"—that commoner? you... still speak with her?"

his face drops. oh, shit... now he's given it all away.

and what a consequence he faces. locked into his room, like some funny version of rapunzel. he paces around, mind racing and heart palpitating.

his contact with you is cut off in the most brutal of ways.

his mother comes to you, and tells you with a convincingly icy lie;

"gojo is too kind to tell you himself... so he asked me to inform you instead; he never wants you to see him again. his heart has found a wife, and he doesn't want you to seduce him away."

you remember choking up and sputtering broken sobs at this reveal.

he couldn't tell you from himself... ah... did those kisses mean nothing? am i the other woman?

gojo doesn't know why you avoid him so violently the next time he sees you at school.

"hey — wait. can i talk to you? it's important." he asks.

you give him a bitter look. "i'd rather we not. i don't fancy being the other woman in your life..."

you confuse him. and he blinks at you astoundedly. what caused this? he's a smart boy, he tries to figure it out. but it leads to long nights of brooding in his futon, body sinking deep into the plush until he feels like gravity is accelerating on him alone. but it's just his thoughts. he tosses and turns.

he doesn't give up his determination, though. he will find out what deterred you from him...

oh but when he figures it out, through suguru's admittance, he bursts in through his mother's tea ceremony one day and confronts her with the rage of a dragon. right in front of guests. completely embarrassing her.

"you told her! you lied to her? do you think you can keep us separate forever? — NO. I WILL ALWAYS FIND MY WAY BACK HOME. AND SHE IS MY HOME!"

his yell is so piercing and raw that it makes his mother drop into her seat. the guests have mixed looks.

the backlash he receives for lashing out and denouncing his arranged marriage is severe. the scowling looks he receives are not nearly as bad as the ones you receive. unkind words is putting it lightly; the whole village and school turns against you. they still view gojo as the star child of his clan, but now as a star that has strayed from its rightful place in the sky.

he meets with you in secret. what begins as a tearful explanation and angsty bunch of confessions to hidden truths, turns into a steamy make out.

gojo needs your kisses like he needs air, like he needs water, like he needs food. you're his essential, he tells you that;

"my vitals would fail if you left, as if i would be stabbed."

he mutters against your lips other things... and then cries with you. it hurts to see such a pretty boy cry.

"satoru..." you begin soothingly.

he presses his forehead against yours. tear drops roll off his cheeks and splatter against your face.

he draws out your name. the wind stills. there's a long silence.

"...run away with me..." he murmurs. "please, let's leave this place behind... and start a family somewhere no one knows our names."

© arminsumi 2023

#✎ newspaper clippings #fluff #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #satoru

[mncxbe]

Soft jouno has my heart♡

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ smut

Jouno never considered himself a soft person; he is a feared and respected member of one of the most powerful organizations in the country, a military officer, a "sadistic prick" like his fellow colleagues often refer to him.

But that all changed when you came into his life. You, his pretty little girl who he loves oh so dearly.

More than anything Jouno loves the way you make him feel, the warm, honey-like feeling you evoke in him- something he can't really place quite yet. With each morning the two of you spend together in your bed- sky bleeding shades of pink and rosy gold as you lay in each other's arms- each time you smile against his shoulder, mumbling a morning Sai in a sleepy voice before kissing him out of his slumber; each little date you plan for him; he becomes a softer, more gentle person.

You're the yang to his yin, the spoonful of sugar to his espresso shot. Cuddly, sweet, always clinging to him like ivy to a wall and kind, oh so kind. The mild annoyance he felt in the beginning when you acted all sweet melted into acceptance and deep devotion.

Jouno never considered himself a compliant person. But when you push him down onto the cushy mattress after a long day at work and crawl on top of him, like a cat chasing its prey, he can't bring himself to protest. He tries to keep up his confident act but fails miserably. When he eventually tells you it's his first time you're too far gone to stop- his fingers knuckle deep into your drooling cunt, your hand lazily stroking his painfully hard cock. So you simply press a kiss to his flushed cheek, reassuring him that you'll go slow, at his own pace, that you'll take good care of him as you sink down onto his cock.

Jouno's air is knocked out of his lungs, his breath stuck in his throat; your gummy walls squeeze him so tightly he almost cums on the spot. You give him time to adjust, to regain his breath before rolling his hips against his- back and forth - up and down at a torturous pace. It's so good it hurts, his body and soul pleading, aching for more.

He wants to call you names, to be rougher, meaner, to flip your over and drill himself into your tight cunt until you cry from pleasure but every time he parts his lips only praise and choked moans fall past. His calloused hands rest on your plush hips, gently as if you're a procelain doll he's afraid to break. Jouno can only imagine the lustful look on your face, the drunk-dazed look in your eyes, teeth nipping ar your lower lip in attempt to muffle your lewd sounds. "Sai baby you feel so good. -so good for me baby hha~" . Fuck, how he wishes he could see you right now.

Soon enough his orgasm washes over him, his cock throbbing at the sound of your heart skipping a beat as he stuffs you full with his cum. You lean your chest on his, skin flush against his and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. Jouno's fingertips trace the curve of your back up your shoulderblades leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake- an attempt to map out every inch of your skin, to embed it in his memory; you drawn in ink blue.

"Sai..." you say softly and he feels his blood rush "I love you, Sai".

Jouno never considered himself worthy of love nor capable of feeling it. Not until you whisper those words to him. I. love. you. over and over again like a prayer. His chest swells with the same honey-like feeling he now knows it's deep affection, his arms tightening around your frame, pulling you closer. With you, his heart is bliss.

aaa i lowkey combined these two requests though they'd fit so well together. hope you both like it dear nonnies🩷🎀

#𐙚anne writes #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd smut #jono bsd #jono x reader #jouno x reader #jouno fluff #jouno smut

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Robb Stark Headcanons:

❝ How am I supposed to sit here planning a war, when you're over there looking like that? ❝

[SFW + No Gendered Terms]

☆ A/N: Absolutely re-fell in love w this lovesick man while writing this istg aaa!!! I’ll do some of the other characters from the poll from a few days ago but feel free to request other characters or specific situations with characters!

☆» Firstly, Robb is going to fall into either Friends to Lovers trope or Love at First Sight trope. I cannot see him falling into anything like an Enemies to Lovers trope because he wants someone he feels has a mutual respect for him as he would for you.

☆» He probably won't be the one to notice that he's fallen in love but his family instead. Jon would notice how Robb's eyes immediately light up and dart to you when you walk into the room. Those blue eyes of his are SPARKLING!!

☆» This would lead to playful teasing from his family in regards to you. Light nudges to Robb's side, gesturing toward you, asking you different questions (sometimes about Robb) all to embarrass him.

☆» Robb has a preference for someone who he can genuinely respect. Hardworking, hardheaded, perhaps a bit stubborn and independent. All of these qualities have him practically on his knees on sight.

☆» Speaking of his family, Catelyn would be in LOVE with you if Robb takes a liking to you. Like, Robb is her bby boy and she would love to encourage him to chase after this crush he's developed.

☆»Robb absolutely goes to her for advice on how to talk to his love interest in a way that'll get them to like him.

☆» Robb looks up to his own parents and their connection. He's always wanted to have their level of a bond and so trust and believe he is trying to be the ultimate honorable gentleman that Ned would want him to be.

☆» You'll end up noticing Robb being around more often but watching from a ways away. It's not in a creepy way but in a shy "Seven Hells... How am I meant to speak to them when I can't even approach them???"

☆» He takes things slow to not scare you off even if his feelings for you are quite big and overtaking his mind. He's always respectful of boundaries and would never dare presume how far he can take an interaction. He never wants you to feel uncomfortable around him.

☆» He takes an interest in your hobbies and interests. He thinks that it'll be easier to bond with you so he goes out of his way to pick up on whatever you like.

☆»You're an artist? Suddenly he's learning different techniques and learning how to discuss/critique artwork. You're interested in reading? He's SPEEDING through your favorite books to discuss them with you.

☆» Once in a relationship, he's an absolute sweetheart when it comes to you. I mean this man is IN LOVE and it's incredibly obvious to everyone by how his eyes look at you.

☆» Trust and believe this man is incredibly protective over you. Not only do you have The Young Wolf of the North to protect you but his actual direwolf, Grey Wind as well!

☆» Grey Wind becomes your defense when the wolf notices how much Robb cares for you. He'll often be at the foot of the bed, keeping his eyes to the door to watch for danger. He'll walk beside you at your side and watch for any suspicious behavior as well.

☆» Robb's Main Love Languages to give are: Words of Affirmation and Quality Time.

☆» Robb is a massive fan of complimenting you and tell you how much he admires you. (Big W for any praise kinks out there)

☆» Whispering sweet nothings in the mornings, complimenting your looks once you’ve dressed for the day(especially if you’re wearing typical Stark clothing if you aren’t from the North), parading how lucky he is to have you return his feelings, etc. This man does not stfu about how lovely you are.

☆» Lays his head in your lap and caresses your cheek while telling you in detail how lovely each part of your face is for him. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your cheeks—Everything. He’s head over heels.

☆» He would want to be near you all the time and will often drag you along to show off a skill of his.

☆» Cue Jon tryharding against Robb during sparring sessions in the hopes to embarrass him in front of you bc he thinks it’s funny.

☆» Robb plans cute dates at least 1-2 a week. It wouldn’t have to be anything fancy or anything but he wants designated time to be with you.

☆» Something as simple as being in the Godswood to have quiet time with you and just talk for hours. He loses all track of time when he’s with you.

☆» Robb’s Favorite Love Languages to receive are: Quality Time and Gift Giving.

☆» Similarly to himself, he wants you to want to spend time with him. Going to see him for small visits throughout the day absolutely makes it better.

☆» He can be prone to stress as the eldest son and one day heir to Winterfell so knowing he has someone he can count on to be there means a lot.

☆» Now in terms of Gift Giving, this does NOT mean expensive gifts. I mean sporadically bringing Robb different items that you thought he would cherish.

☆» The idea that you thought about him makes his heart swell and flutter.

☆» Like present him a flower that you found because you thought it to be beautiful and he now keeps it in his room and makes sure it’s tended to so it lives for as long as possible.

☆» ESPECIALLY IF ITS SOMETHING YOU MADE?????

☆» Even if it isn’t top quality, he will cherish it forever because it’s the fact that you spent time on doing something for him that makes him so happy!!

☆» He would absolutely brag about what you made for him and tell everyone that he has the best partner for it.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#asoiaf #asoiaf headcanons #game of thrones #game of thrones headcanons #got #game of thrones x reader #robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark x y/n #robb stark headcanons #asoiaf x reader #game of thrones x y/n

[davenporttf]

MLB Secrets: Alex

I'm going to let you in on two secrets I've been holding close my entire life: I'm gay, and I have a superpower. One of those is not that big of a deal except in a sports environment, and the other makes me sounds like I'm crazy. I don't know how to describe it, but I noticed growing up I was able to manipulate others to be a different version of themselves. All it took was wishing for it to happen in my mind and it would become their reality.

Now, I'm the first baseman for the local AAA team, the Blue Pirates. I've never used my superpower to get ahead in sports. That would be crossing a line. But I have been feeling pretty sexually repressed these days, and I think I'm overdue for some fun.

Today was a long day for the team. We lost the game in a landslide, and everyone was feeling like crap. The whole team left the locker room except for my buddy, Dylan, and I. Dylan is our center outfielder and we hang occasionally. I haven't told anyone on my team that I'm gay, and consequently I don't date really for fear of being seen. Today I could use a mood booster though.

Dylan was talking to me about his recent fishing trip when I started to wish for him to be a horny power bottom. He stopped talking suddenly as if his brain was recalculating. When he snapped out of it, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes.

"You thinking what I'm thinking big boy?" I said with a smirk.

"I'm thinking you need to pitch me your best game, sexy" he said as he turned around and brushed his ass against my throbbing 8 inch cock. I wrapped my bat against his chest and pushed him into me as I brought my lips to his.

Fuck, he tasted so good. His stubble brushed against mine and I could feel him move his ass up and down around my cock. I could spend all day teasing him but the thought of being caught was becoming too much.

"Let's take this back to my place." I suggested. His face was telling me he wanted me to fuck him here and now, but he quickly threw on his shirt and grabbed his bag. "I'll drive sexy" he said smiling.

We made our way to his truck and I jumped in to the passenger side. It was a 10 minute drive to my place from the fields but I couldn't wait to get the party started. I looked at him and wished for him to be flooded with overactive balls and a large cock. He squirmed in pleasure as his balls dropped and his legs spread out to allow them room. I then ducked down to unbutton his baseball pants and let his now 9 inch cock out. It was go time! I took his giant cock into my mouth as he tried to maintain control of the road.

I sucked and twirled my head around his head and tasted the salty precum from his dick. His balls were working overtime and he had a constant flow of pre coming out. I bobbed up and down and sucked with the energy of a DL gay in need of a dick. Dylan moaned as he felt himself getting close. I went for the finisher and took his whole cock into my throat. "OH FUCKKKK" he screamed as his jizz erupted into my throat. I felt his cock pulsate as shot after shot of what had to be the biggest load I've ever taken shot into my mouth. I brought my head up as Dylan regained control of the truck smiling at me. "Fuck, bro. We need to get to your house quick."

We pulled into my driveway and rushed inside. Dylan walked into my room and plopped onto my bed. "Let's see what you got"

He smelled rank from the game and I took no time to dive into worshiping his body. I pressed his socks against my face and licked his feet from heel to toes. I could taste all the hours of sweat from the game we just played. I gripped the bottom of his stirrup socks with my teeth, and snapped them back against his sole. The snap made him wiggle in pleasure and anticipation. "Stop teasing me, big boy!"

I crawled forward to start kissing his inner thighs. I looked at him and met his eyes. "You have an extremely sensitive hole and cheeks." I thought, and watched as he squirmed side to side.

"Fuck, dude. I need you inside me!" Dylan said breathlessly. I unbuckled and brought his pants down to his ankles. Flipping him over, I pulled him up on all fours.

"Anything for the team" I said as I pushed my throbbing cock into his hungry hole. Dylan bursted out in a loud moan, "Oooooh Fuckk!" He was precumming in his jock as I thrusted into him. My thighs clapping against his sensitive ass was heaven for me but ecstasy for Dylan. His hole gripped on my cock bringing me to the edge. I grabbed his hips and did one last deep thrust into him. I exploded into his ass, breeding him like the bottom bitch his life had become. He could resume his normal life tomorrow, but tonight he was my boytoy.

#gay tf #mental change #straight to gay #gay jock #socks #jock #sock worship

[togenabi]

with flowers under the stars

inumaki toge x fem!reader (royalty au)

♡—Toge does his best to impress you, even when others might not want him to.

previous♡— [PART 1]

word count♡— 4.1k words (oml)

genre♡— fluff, romance, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— potential lovers to actual lovers, mutual pining, courtship, dating, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, romance, very fluff, mentions of engagement and marriage, toge uses sign language, some characters may be ooc >< pls forgive me

author's note♡— after rising from the grave (I'm so sorry this took so long! buT! I'm graduating! AAA) I finally finished the sequel to my first toge fic. thank you so much to those who have appreciated my previous work! now that I'm back, I hope you enjoy this as well! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡

Exchanging letters with prince Toge occurred frequently before you finally met again. He talked about many things, but they all ended the same way: mentioning how lovely you are and how he wishes time could run faster so he could meet you.

Toge's kingdom was a week on ship and a day by train away, so visiting was saved for important duties or events. ‘Maybe I should ask your brother to appoint me an official position in the council so I can stay in the palace.’ He wrote to you once. You reply that he doesn't deserve it, since he wouldn't be working with the empire or its people in mind.

He writes back that he fell for you a little more, and you trace that line an infinite number of times before tucking the letter away.

When the day of the banquet finally arrives, Satoru notices that you appear a bit more lavish than you usually care to look during events.

“Why! My dearest sister! How stunning you look! And for my birthday, no less! I love that color on you, your taste has improved so much!” He suddenly gasps dramatically and loudly—so loud, that the maid helping you with your earrings flinches.

“Are those... the earrings I got you last year? But I've never seen you wear them! I would give you a hug if it wouldn't ruin your clothes!”

You ignore him the entire time he fusses over you. He looks nice today, you admit. His hair is styled down which gives him a softer aura, and his white suit with gold details looks pristine. A midnight blue cape drapes over his shoulders and flows down his back. It would be difficult for anyone else to pull it off, but you don't tell him that. Goodness knows he would never let you hear the end of it.

You sigh as you watch him through the vanity mirror, but he only becomes even more giddy at your silence.

“Hey, give me that.” Satoru says to the attendant holding your brush. “Leave us.” He says as he stands behind you to brush your hair. You stare at him in disbelief.

Satoru knows you love when he brushes your hair. Even if you never outright told him, it was obvious that you enjoyed it when he cared for you. But because you were embarrassed to ask him as you got older, he hasn't done it since you were children.

He's silent and focuses on brushing your hair gently. The moment feels strangely emotional, and your resolve to ignore him cracks a bit.

“So...” Satoru meets your eyes in the mirror, then winks. “You and Toge, huh?”

You tsk, letting your resolve fully break. “I should've known you would notice.”

He laughs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Well, he wrote saying his father wanted to trade silk from their territory, and that he would like to stay at the palace to handle the negotiations.”

“...Add that to the letters you're receiving everyday, and it wasn't too hard to piece things together.”

You groan and cover your face in embarrassment. You and Toge weren't exactly a secret, but you didn't want your brother to know until it got more serious.

“So what now?” You dread having to ask. “Are you going to tell me to call it off?”

“Nope.” Satoru says, smiling. “Besides, if you're anything like your dear old brother—which, you are! Don't deny it!—I'll end up driving you into his arms if I try to keep you away.”

His eyes suddenly turn serious as he considers his next words. “He's a good kid... Good enough for you, though? We'll have to see.” He places the brush on the dresser, and takes your hand to help you on your feet.

“But what's important is to know yourself and decide for yourself. Don't let anyone else make that choice for you.” He looks sincere as he places your hand on his arm. “Shall we?”

“Satoru...” You call him, touched. He grins and kisses your forehead.

“And of course, if you end up marrying him, that saves me and the ministers the work of looking for your match!” You slap his shoulder, but he only laughs harder as he escorts you out.

The ballroom was sparkling when you arrived. There were already plenty of guests partaking in the revelries as the event had begun half an hour before. Satoru had insisted on the importance of being fashionably late. Normally, you wouldn't have let him actually be late, but you caved only for today.

“Entering, their Royal Highnesses, The Imperial Crown Prince and The Imperial Princess.”

As you descended the stairs with Satoru, the people bowed and you took that as an opportunity to look for a head of white hair, a mask or a high collar covering half the face.

“You're being too obvious.” Satoru whispered. “He'll show up, don't worry.”

He led you to the center of the hall. You were so caught up on looking for Toge that you had nearly forgotten you were to share Satoru's first dance; as he still wasn't engaged. The both of you took your positions gracefully as the music started to flow through the air.

“I'll spin you a few times.” He was grinning. “Try to spot him.”

And yet, the song ended without you seeing Toge anywhere. After giving a hasty bow to your brother, you went on with your search once again.

Your eyes caught princess Nobara the same moment she did yours. You were about to go greet her when her eyes trailed off to something behind you. When her gaze returns to yours, she's smirking and it makes you turn to look at what she saw.

Toge takes your breath away as he walks up to you. He wasn't wearing a mask, or a high collar like he had been during the previous ball. His suit was pitch black and every bit as elegant as him. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his lips and you blushed when he caught you staring. All you wanted to do was to dance with him so that you had an excuse to be close.

It seemed that he picked up on that, as he bowed and offered you his hand.

“It's good to see you again.” You greet him. He kisses the back of your hand with a smile before sweeping you away to dance.

Suddenly nervous, your words get stuck in your throat as the beginnings of a soft waltz reach your ears. “I... tried looking for you when I arrived.”

Toge leads the dance as effortlessly as he did the first time. It almost amazes you how natural it feels to move and sway with him. He seems pleased to know that you were paying him as much attention as he gave you.

Not wanting to simply dance, you took to asking him questions. “Did your journey here go smoothly?” Toge nods.

“When did you arrive?”

‘Today.’ He mouths.

“Ah. I'll have to take you sightseeing then.” You grin up at him. “Would tomorrow be alright?” You get your answer in the form of Toge grinning back, and before you could prepare yourself, he twirls you around and catches you in an embrace as the song finishes with a flourish. A number of people around you started to clap, and you couldn't help but blush in his arms.

After settling at the less crowded side of the ballroom, Toge explains, ‘I also tried to find you. I arrived as early as I could, and yet you and your brother were late.’ He looks at you almost as if to scold you, but you see mischief in his eyes. ‘I thought that you might be by the window where we met... So I went to check.’

“Oh, I see.” You respond, a bit embarrassed. “I should have warned you about my brother's flair for dramatics. He tends to do that when he's the star of the event.”

‘Do you have any remaining commitments here at the ball?’

That makes you think for a moment. “No, Satoru's the one the people want to bother today. Why?”

Toge gives you a look that makes you want to agree to almost anything he asks. ‘Will you allow me to whisk you away?’

And so you were both running, hand-in-hand and laughing, on your way to that secluded hall with the stained glass window. It shouldn't have been possible, but it felt more magical than before to be with him here again.

Toge slows his steps when you both reach the window. You realize that despite coming to cherish this place, you never sought it out when he wasn't around. Something tells you that would have only made you miss him more.

Looking at you with a serious expression, he begins to sign, ‘I know I have been very upfront about myself caring about you... But I want to ask this properly, because you deserve nothing less than the best.’

‘I would like—if it is alright with you, to formally court you.’

The smile on your face glows before you can help it, and you throw your arms around him.

“I would very much like that as well, my dear prince.” You lean to kiss his cheek.

Toge looks dazed and happy as if drunk on something you had given him. Maybe he was.

The moonlight shining through the glass paints him in a kaleidoscope of colors. Before, the only colors on him were the purple hues in his eyes. And now he stood before you, bright and shining.

‘You look beautiful.’

He took the words right out of your mouth.

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Satoru came to find you the day after the banquet. Naturally, he entered your office without knocking, and unceremoniously dropped a heavy document in front of the one you were already working on.

“What's this?”

“Toge's proposal...”

The floor seemed to sink, your heart and your breath gone along with it. “What?”

“—for the trade negotiations.”

It took everything in your power to not throw the block of papers at him. “You're unbelievable.”

Satoru only hummed. “So is your boyfriend. I can't believe he's making me work right after my birthday! He should be kissing up to me, not giving me paperwork!”

“Last time I checked, he's courting me. Not you.” Nevertheless, you take a few moments to sift through the document. It was very detailed and efficient. You note that the length of the proposal was due to the many alternative plans Toge had prepared. This would certainly help the negotiations go smoothly. Satoru and the ministers merely had to look at the options.

Looking back to your brother, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What was he complaining about, when all he had to do was select the best plan and tweak where it was necessary?

“We're to begin the negotiations in two days. I think his plans have potential—” You couldn't help but snort at that, from what you'd seen, Toge was already excellent. (You were not biased. Not at all.) “But, I don't think the older ministers will be kind to someone who acts like a know-it-all.”

“Toge doesn't—”

“A-ah,” Satoru waves a finger at you, as if you were a child being told what you did wrong. You scowl at him but he ignores it. “This will be a test for him, to see if he's able to win against those old goons.”

“You mean yourself, then?” His expression drops at that, and you don't bother to hide how satisfied that made you feel.

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As the weeks flew by, Toge ended up being a lot more busy than you both anticipated. Despite officially dating, lunches together turned to having tea during breaks; then that turned to catching him in the hallway for a few moments before he had to go.

You didn't understand why his workload only seemed to grow, no matter how much effort he put in. Once, when you caught him just before he entered his chambers, you had asked him if anything was going wrong with the negotiations.

Toge looked exhausted, and yet he gave you a smile that made your heart melt. ‘No, the talks are going well, I suppose I'm just having trouble adjusting to the empire's work culture.’

You must have looked unconvinced, because Toge suddenly leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. Mischievously, he stared into your eyes until you were too flustered to be worried anymore. He laughed when you had to push him away.

That night, he bid you farewell with a kiss to your cheek.

‘Good night, darling.’

The next time you had Toge to yourself for an entire day, it was due to a holiday celebration. Everyone was too occupied with the festivities to work. You were supposed to be at another banquet Satoru had hosted, but you were determined to monopolize Toge's time today.

So you showed up at his door at the earliest respectable hour of the morning, dressed for warm weather and a picnic basket in your hand.

“Will you allow me to whisk you away?” You asked when he answered the door.

You took him on a tour of the parts of the palace he hasn't seen yet. Your office, the private library, and even some of the secret passage ways. His eyes lit up with curiosity when you showed him one behind a portrait.

You had lunch in the gardens, under a tree that offers wonderful shade. A soft blanket laid across the grass, with a spread of the empire's specialty dishes arranged all over it.

“This one,” You show Toge a cookie with flowers piped on top. “Has been my favorite since I was a child. It has just the perfect amount of sweetness, and goes beautifully with tea.”

You move to hand Toge the cookie, but he doesn't take it. Confused, you're about to ask him if anything was wrong when he leans forward and opens his mouth expectantly.

Wordlessly, you raise the cookie to his lips. The moment feels oddly intimate as he takes a bite without removing his gaze from yours.

Toge hums and moves his hands to sign, ‘It's indeed delicious.’ He leans to you and opens his mouth again.

You push the half-eaten cookie into his hands and turn away to hide your blush. “If you're able to tell me what you think about it, you can eat it yourself.”

He breathes out a laugh. Smirking at you while he chews the remaining cookie.

It was so peaceful, just sitting there with him. And it seemed as though you weren't the only one who wanted to sit with Toge. A tiny white butterfly fluttered about before landing on his knee. He looked so enchanted by it. Staring close, but being careful that he didn't move his knee or disturbed it.

The butterfly flying away made you want to explore too. Getting yourself up, you look over your shoulder and gesture for him to follow. He offers you his arm once he catches up, and you rest your hand on it. Birds chirp and leaves rustle in the wind as you walk towards the shimmering lake at the edge of the gardens.

Bracing yourself on Toge's arm, you kick your shoes off. You set them aside to dip your toes into the water. “It's so refreshing!”

Toge feels his chest grow as warm as the sunlight kisses your cheeks. He gets down on one knee to untie his shoes when he's abruptly hit by a splash of water. Flabbergasted, he looks up at you, blinking away the water droplets in his lashes.

Of course, Toge isn't one to back down from a challenge. The result is the both of you shivering and drenched by the time the sun has set. Your maids fuss all over you when you get back to the palace, and the other staff almost faint at the puddles that trail after you and Toge.

It was useless to insist that you could walk alone and that you both should get cleaned up at the soonest. Toge didn't leave your side until you entered your chambers, your gazes only being broken by the door once it closed.

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You got the most dreadful fever after that day with Toge. Satoru, wanting you to rest properly, made you swear not to lift a finger for work related reasons until you got better. Which, you followed without complaint. You took a break for a few days.

Toge did his best to see you, but he only got busier. His eyes looked more and more tired, dark circles under them when you caught him in the library one morning. He stayed there to work overnight. You were barely able to convince him to rest.

On another night, one of your maids caught him trying to sneak in your room, screaming and kicking him out. You could have sworn half the palace had woken up to that, and you couldn't help but hide under your sheets due to the embarrassment.

What irritates you most, however, was that the first thing you heard when you get back is, “Oh. Finally decided to return to your duties, eh?” from a delegate who spent most of his time gossiping, and whose biggest contribution to the empire was refilling the inkwells in the conference room...

The conference room has five inkwells.

Those ministers and court members were proving more and more to be nuisances. You gave them an earful when they had assumed you were slacking off when you were sick.

Not to mention, you suspected that they have been making Toge do more work than he needs to. Even if he never complains, you don't fail to notice how some courtiers turn their noses up at him just because his kingdom was distant and smaller compared to the scale of the empire.

The thought of Toge being belittled makes you pause during work, frowning at a chart of kitchen expenses as if it's done something offensive.

Dropping your pen, you head out of your office with brisk steps. You had to speak to Satoru.

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“Overworking Toge? Why, dear sister, I can't believe you're accusing me of such a thing!” Satoru puts a hand to his heart as if he was wounded by your words.

“Maybe not.” You're not going to let him weasel out of this one. “But you let the other ministers and court members walk all over him! Is Toge supposed to just sit there and take it? He's a prince, damn it!”

“Listen,” Satoru leans forward, his elbows on his desk as he uses his hands while explaining. “The ministers are just a bit frazzled, that's all. They think he forced you to skip the holiday banquet, and that he got you sick. He's good at his work, sure. But in their eyes? He just looks like a bad influence on you.”

You scoff.

“Now,” Satoru interrupts before you can say anything, “They were going to try and match you with prince Megumi—”

“Megumi's already engaged.”

“I know, I know. And that's why they're planning on pitching you with prince Yuji or princess Nobara.”

“I'm already with Toge.” You say sternly. “And what happened to not letting others make my decisions for me?”

“As far as those old goons are concerned, Toge is only the third best for you. ‘For the greatness of the empire’ and all that.” It doesn't escape you that he dodged your question. “They're going to try to push you apart until you break up or get hitched.” He leans back, crossing his arms on his chest. “Whichever comes first.”

“Why don't you stop them?” Frustrated, you run your hands through your hair. “Tell them I really like him and that they should leave him alone!”

“Sweetheart,” Satoru's tone becomes deeper, and you hate how it instantly makes you shut up. “The thing is, if Toge isn't capable of handling this, or if he backs out of your relationship because of it, he's not worth your time.”

You stare at him, unlinking. The thought of Toge leaving you had never occurred to you before, and Satoru could tell.

“I told you I would test him.” He shrugged. “It seems I'm testing you too.”

Rushing back to your office, you grab a piece of parchment and your pen from your desk. Not bothering to sit down as you write: Meet me at the gardens, by the tree. Midnight.

You fold it and hastily stuff it into an envelope. Delicately melting wax, you stamp your seal onto it before calling for your most trusted maid.

Handing her the letter, you instruct her, “Deliver this to prince Toge and prince Toge only. If anyone hinders you or attempts to read it, report back to me immediately. Go.”

She bows, and exits the room.

That night, Toge arrived before you. You note that he has a penchant for being early as he reaches to squeeze your hand. He looks you over to check if you're alright, and despite seeing nothing of concern, he asks anyway, ‘Are you okay?’

“We need to talk.” You nervously purse your lips. “The courtiers, the ministers... My brother. They've been making your work difficult.”

He sighs. ‘You found out.’

“You didn't tell me!” You rest a hand on his cheek, absentmindedly grazing your thumb over the marks near his mouth. “Do you understand what they're trying to do?”

‘Testing me.’

“Yes.” A lump forms in your throat. “Satoru said it's until you give up on me, or if you... propose.”

Heart racing, your hands can't stop fiddling with things. His face. His hair. The fastenings of his suit. “I'm just so worried. I care a great deal about you, and I just wanted to ask if you're enduring this because you want to.” You bite your lip in thought. “If it's because you're sure about... me.”

You can't look at him. You suddenly feel foolish. You should have given it a night and slept on it to gather your thoughts. You should have—

Toge embraces you. Everything stops.

You take in the view of the gardens over his shoulder. It was dark, and there was barely any light save for the stars twinkling above. You closed your eyes and let yourself be held.

Pulling away, he doesn't seem as fazed as you do, if at all. He turns to you slowly, and after taking a deep breath...

‘Marry me, then.’

You choke on air.

“Wh-what?!” A warmth creeps into your cheeks. “What are you—”

He places his hands on your shoulders and stares into your eyes. He gives you a look and mouths, ‘Breathe.’ And you do.

Once you've calmed down, he begins to explain.

‘We can come forward and make a statement that we've been seeing each other with marriage in mind. Which...’ He pauses, suddenly shy. ‘I have. I've been thinking about swearing everything to you... Intertwining my future with yours.’

‘I know it's only been a few months, so we could have a long engagement if you want. For us to get to know each other more. And if—’ Toge's hands freeze, his movements are slow as if the next words pain him.

‘...If you decide to break off the engagement, I will not force you to stay with me.’

You immediately stop his hands, holding them tightly with your own.

“Toge... I wouldn't even consider this with anyone else,” You feel genuinely happy as you smile at him. “But I'm willing to try. With you. Only you.”

He glows in a way that reminds you of when you first met. His expression is soft as if he's melting, and he smiles at you brightly. You think of how lucky you are that he looks at you this way.

‘This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, but...’

Toge picks a small, white flower from a bush nearby. It faintly reminds you of the butterfly that had flown to him the last time you were here together. His eyes are focused and he frowns in concentration as he fiddles with the stem. Your heart stutters as he makes... a delicate ring.

He kneels.

You say yes.

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A letter from you and Toge arrives on Satoru's desk the next day.

‘Dearest brother,

Please approve this statement that prince Toge and I have been seeing each other, and that we have decided to get engaged. You will find the formal document stamped with our seals attached to this letter.

We expect your approval posthaste, and I will not consider any objections. Please let us know when you will be available to discuss the engagement ceremony.’

“Your highness, what should we do with these documents you had forged?”

“Oh. Hand them over.” Satoru waves a hand to dismiss the attendant after retrieving the files.

He gets up from his desk and walks to the fireplace. “I can't believe he proposed before I could falsely accuse him of treason.” He tsks and throws the documents into the fire.

His eyes find a framed photograph on the fireplace mantel. It was of him and you as children. Satoru was laughing after you ran to him for a hug. His gaze grows sad yet understanding... He won't be the first person you'll turn to anymore when you get married.

Sighing, he considers that he should be thankful you chose someone determined and true like Toge. But then Satoru grins.

“I suppose I can always mess with him as his brother-in-law.”

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[sturn777]

What is Chris’s and Matt’s type in looks ( in ur opinion)

AAA OKAY!!

chris :

i feel like he deffo likes everyone and hes more a personality guy but you asked for looks so you shall receive!!

i feel his type is kinda opposing like its even blonde girl blue eyes or golden gorgeous goddess black girl (nutted) (blackgirls4chris) but in his old tiktoks he said he likes brunettes so i feel like he would go for anything

deffo likes his girls on the curvier side and you didn’t hear that from me 🤗

matt:

ik this man either wants a lil quiet soft girl or a fucking baddie bro like AAA

i can always see him with a mixed girl (me fr pls one chance babe im in love with you)?? or even a latina idk why he just gives those vibes

just loves a pretty girl that takes care of herself and has priorities

i don’t think he really cares about figure, again he’s more a personality guy

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[fuckmyskywalker]

aaa!! love your stuff so so soo much. i wanna see Luke inherit his father’s skill for manipulation. obviously, with Luke, it’s from a totally kind-hearted place because he couldn’t bare to hurt you, but sometimes he needs to twist your mind a lil to get what he wants <4

CW: 18+, smut! Luke being manipulative yes, my babygirl. Oral sex (m).

a/n: HE TOTALLY DOES! This is for you my stargirl.

Seeing Luke cry was like an arrow straight to the heart.

“Don’t you love me?” He whispered, burying his face in his hands. His body was trembling, as if he was seconds away from breaking down, which was scary. Seeing every wall crumbling down just because of you, was terrible.

His face made you feel as if you were the villain of the story. The evil mistress who broke the young Skywalker’s heart. “Of course I love you.” You mumbled, staring at your own feet. His quiet sobs were painful. Taking shaky steps you stopped next to him, hesitantly sitting next to him on the couch. Touching him was like signing a death sentence.

And Luke Skywalker was the executioner. 

“If you loved me, you wouldn't leave me” He raised his head just the slightest bit so he could peer at you from between his fingers. Those piercing blue eyes were enough to make your knees buckle— and thank the Maker you were seated, or else the floor would gladly receive you.

His hand reached for yours and you didn’t dare to let go. It was like a vicious cycle. Breaking up because his love was like a tight rope around your neck, smothering you and choking you, until Luke came back crawling and asking for forgiveness for pushing you away with his possessiveness and sudden bursts of emotions. You had no idea where it came from, and you always wondered if it had to do with the lack of attention he had from a formal parental figure or his gloomy upbringing. 

“I'm trying to make things right Luke—” Your voice was soft, you hated confrontation and Luke knew it. It wouldn't be hard to convince you. “This… isn't fair for either of us”

Standing up and walking to your room was the wisest choice— but when it came to looking, all you could do to help yourself was allow him back into your life. It doesn't matter how many times you have done it, the situation repeats over and over until it feels more like a weekly thing, than something that should be avoided. Luke was aware of the fact. Anything of these was fair to you because he was doing it on purpose; from his perspective, he was just protecting what belonged to him. He never had much growing up in the hostile world of Tatooine… now— he has anything he wants, and he wants you.

His calloused hands, a product of hours of training to protect the galaxy— to protect you, squeezed your palm and enveloped your fingers tightly. 

“Look… my love” His voice no longer sounded desperate, his face began to fall slowly. Almost acquiring a menacing frame. Though he tried to make his voice as gentle as he could; there was an unspoken venom that was hard to conceal behind such a thin façade. “You can’t leave me. We need to stay together. I… I love you. I simply cannot imagine my life without you, so— please stop all this nonsense of wanting to leave me”

There it was. The same old trick. Every. Single. Time. You fell into his trap. And today wasn't the exception. 

Exasperation began to build up inside your chest. Deep down you knew this was wrong— but wait a minute, Luke made you feel so loved, he gave you everything you asked for, and he showered you with gifts or dates, or whatever kriff you wanted that day. So, was it a bad thing to forgive him? You weren't an idiot, despite Luke's attempts to brainwash you. This relationship wasn't healthy, it was far from stable,— was it starting to get old?

“Just listen to me, just once” You breathed, running a hand through your hair. “I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of always fighting and making up and feeling like I am the problem and—”

“Why should I listen to you when you clearly don't understand anything whatsoever?” Luke let go of your hands, cupping your cheeks and dragging your face closer to his. The same blue irises that you learned to love, were staring deep inside your soul, testing you, reading you. “It’s okay if you don't get it. I understand it can be difficult sometimes— You are not meant to do the things you enjoy, not while you are with me, I mean— You already have me, what else would you possibly need?” He wasn’t crying anymore, his eyes were puffy, and his cheeks were flushed.

Luke never had a problem with crying, especially when he wanted to; He begs, whines, and pleas… Completely fulfilling his desired act. To make you feel so remorseful you will bend under his will.

His smile didn't have any right to be so sweet, so bright. Luke Skywalker didn't have any right to be a ray of sun. 

“Now you are mine” Luke’s voice was above a whisper. Whatever he was doing it was undoubtedly working. “You don't need to do anything else, my starlight. We can be together. Forever.” Such promise was supposed to be soothing until it wasn't. 

His lips brushed over yours, having you right where he wanted.

“I'm just… protective” Your ex–or your boyfriend– or whoever he was now— continued. Pressing gentle kisses until your mind began to get foggy. Luke’s lips were like a drug. He never gave you enough to satiate that ich that the taste of his sweet mouth created in your body. “You couldn't understand because you'd never had someone love you as much as I do. Don't you see?”

Granting him with a soft nod, your eyes fluttered with what appeared to be desire. Luke could read you like an open book. His kisses began to be more slow, steady, and more intimate. He was testing the waters. He needed to prep you first.

“Don’t you see?” He asked again, running his hands up and down your hips, shifting in his seat. “I ask you to do all those things for your good. You are too blinded by your kindness that you fail to see that people out there are cruel. They are just trying to take advantage of you”

What if he was right? Luke had no… he had no reasons to lie to you, right? His weight on top of your body was comforting. This was something familiar, his closeness was soothing. Luke was there—your Luke.

Yes! He was right! People were cruel, mean. Your friends were making fun of you behind your back, just like Luke said. Your friends were a bad influence, just like Luke said. You were just too blind to see it because you often only choose to see the good side of people, unlike Luke. He knows when something is wrong. He always knows. And, as your boyfriend he is allowed to take care of you.

Luke’s kisses became more desperate, eager. His tongue explored your mouth and his fingers gripped your skin as if you were about to leave. “I’m just doing what’s best for you, princess” He moaned against your lips, as his hands cupped your breasts and squeezed with his strong hands. “Soon you’ll see how much I worry about you, once you see that, you’d understand the truth. Because in all reality… you’re just being silly. Aren’t you?” His hands slid inside your blouse, snapping your bra open and wasting no time playing with your nipples, rolling them and pinching them. “Aren’t you silly, my beautiful darling?” Luke hurried you, moaning quietly when he heard you whine his name and arch your back.

Yes, Luke was obsessed. And he was proud of it. 

He guided you kindly, forcing you into a state of mind where all you could think of was him. The power his words held was surreal. Your brain was mush, just like Luke wanted it to be. Helping you untie his belt, he watched with amazement how your mouth lowered on him. He loved to see you like this, after he cried you always felt guilty and did anything he asked for in order to cope and ease with your remorse. Luke hates seeing you cry, and he firmly believes what he is doing is for you; He is truly worried. You are the only good thing he has in his life, so of course he is going to do anything in his power to keep you by his side.

He moaned your name as your tongue licked the sensitive head of his cock, tasting him and rolling your eyes at the taste. Luke’s breath hitched, buckling his hips and whining when you began to take him inside your mouth. His length felt thick and heavy inside your mouth, giving him head was one of your favorite things to do. 

“This is what you want, right?” Luke whispered, brushing hair away from your face and keeping a hand over your head to control your movements. It didn’t take you long to grow at a steady pace, and for Luke to become a teary-eyed, moaning mess. “You want m—me…” 

You wanted to answer but his dick in your throat was preventing you from; A simple whimper came from your mouth and Luke groaned at the sound buckling his hips faster, basically fucking your face. You gasped for air when he yanked your hair and rubbed his wet cock against your cheek, smearing your spit and his precum, your chest heaving with difficulty. Luke took his time to slap the swollen tip of his cock over your lips, your cheek, enjoying how your eyes seemed to go hazy with pleasure at the feeling.

“Say it” His voice is soft, massaging your scalp with his fingertips. “Say you are mine. Say that you will never leave.”

The words choked in your throat, he was again asking you to tie yourself to him and you weren’t sure if you truly wanted that.

But you did it anyway.

“I belong to you; I will never leave you. I love you.”

The smile of relief that danced across his lips swelled your heart. Luke was happy.

So you were happy too.

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[streaminn]

Wait

Addition to the blanket au

What if

The nightshades are aware that Wednesday is dating someone? The bruises that line her throat is obvious and it wasn't like Wednesday was trying to hide it.

Even when asked, Wednesday didn't blink. "yes, I do have a paramour."

It makes them think at times, what kind of person is Wednesday Addams dating?

A serial killer? One offers and the others ooo's and aaa's in agreement before hoping that wasn't the case

A mobster! Another says and yoko thinks of someone with tattoos immediately. It could be her thing

Arranged marriage? Someone conspiring whispers. It got shot down real quick because wednesday didn't have a ring and they're damn sure Wednesday would go all black widow on them

Anyways, there were rumors and gossip between the group of who Wednesday's paramour was but the moment they met her elusive blanket monster of a roommate, their thoughts got occupied

But a few weeks have passed and the shock of a growling blanket isn't so startling, the group talked about what Enid did for a living

As they tossed ideas around, they can't help but realize that wait a sec

.. These are the same assumptions they've made for wednesday secret lover

Are they perhaps one in the same!?? I mean, it'd make sense. With how easily Wednesday slips into covered arms and didn't seem so bothered at the bigger woman's touch.

They're dating!!!

But still, it didn't stop them from wondering just what did Enid do

They never did get an answer, until a black supercar waited outside of their campus gate. There were a few other students waiting sround, some even taking pictures but it isn't until Wednesday (and in turn the nightshades) was sighted does a door open and a blond with squared sunglasses step out.

Oh god, who was she? A model?

Their eyes draw to the scars on her cheek and that thought went elsewhere. Maybe a bodyguard? They know that Wednesday was rich but rich enough to need a bodyguard?

Or maybe, they hoped with anticipating eyesm, this was Enid?

Like she's sure that blond hair was similar to the mop hidden under layers of cloth. It was hard to know much about Enid but they know that she's a light tanned lady with blue eyes and blond hair.

"Wednesday!" she calls out and the lowkey broke college students reel over what she wore. Dressed to the tens in shades of black and grey, the suited woman walked around the car meet them halfway.

This..

The nightshades look at each other in panic. This wasn't Enid! Sure they were both blond but maybe Wednesday has a type.

"what're you doing here?" Wednesday asks and the nightshades were given a front row view to the way her jaw tenses and a tinge of color form on her ears.

Yeah nope, that's the lover alright.

Yoko sends her prayers to Enid. With how overprotective the wereblanket was, she's sure that there were some feelings involved. She prays that her girlie (they haven't talked at all) handles this well

A cheeky grin was Wednesday's answer as the blond twirled the car keys in her finger. "well yeah but lunch with Mr dad ended early so I thought I could pick you up!" those brows furrowed before the smile turned into something a bit more softer "unless you'd like to walk home?"

"No, I dont-" Wednesday mutters, her head ducking and is that blush growing!? "You didn't have to do this, I know that you must be tired."

Blond bodyguard(?) laughs and with the keys of a way too fancy car inbetween her fingers, she tilted Wednesday's head up.

"chin up, 'day. You know I could never be tired of you." it takes Wednesday nodding before blondie stands back. the college students immediately straighten their back as a stare was leveled onto them. "I also wanted to meet your friends! I haven't been able to get a clear look at them after all."

Bianca blinked, ignoring the way Wednesday grumbles a 'not my friends' to ask a question that popped into their heads. "excuse me? I don't think we met."

"... Did we not?" the blond wonders and she looks at wednesday before scratching her head and looking back at them. "you're swordfish lady right?"

Bianca's brows twitch. "swordfish lady?"

A smile grows as she snaps her fingers in remembrance. "yeah! Because you fence with Wednesday and you're a siren so I thought itd fit."

"you have such... A way with names," swordfish lady grits out as yoko barges in with a hand raised.

"what about me!?"

Blondie rubs her finger on her chin before she points with an aha! "yolks!"

Yoko blinks. ".. Like the egg?"

Blondie nods, her smile wide and clearly enthusiastic. Wednesday is standing right beside her, giving her usual side eye but staring with an affection she usually only held for Enid.

Rip enid, imagine losing your crush to someone who lowkey looks like you.

"Enid, we're wasting daylight," Wednesday calls out and Enid startles back.

The now named Enid panics, flustering an oh shoot! As she removed her sunglasses to reveal those familiar blue eyes before passing it over to Wednesday.

"it was nice talking to you guys!" Enid calls out and before the nightshades know it, the duo were gone. Wednesday having been ushered onto her seat with Enid closing it behind before hopping in and zooming away.

"did Wednesday just say Enid?" Eugene asks.

Ajax blinks. "did Enid mention having lunch with Wednesday's dad?"

Xavier sighs, a hand on his face. There went his chances. "maybe we should revisit the arranged marriage idea..."

#Wenclair #Blanket au #Writing

[mmmooorriii]

blue [aether, genshin impact]

"hey, could you tell me what the sky looks like?"

you had asked, the air around you softly whispering against your ears and tousling your hair. you patted the space beside you softly, searching for the warm touch you so badly craved.

aether exhaled through his nose and looked at you, your eyes blankly focused on the distant horizon.

"it is vast," he says gently, "it can be calm, it may be violent, it is everchanging." aether reaches for your hand, your shoulders tensing a bit before they relaxed. he laced his fingers with yours, his eyes gazing at the space above as he rakes his brain for words.

you hummed, squeezing his hand, urging him to go on. he glances at you quickly, licking his lips before he continued.

"It stretches farther than anyone can reach, farther than even celestia itself." he explains, and you laugh quietly.

"that far?" you grinned, aether watched your lips curl up and his did too, unconsciously.

he nodded slightly, freezing a little before clearing his throat. "yep, that far."

"i heard sunsets were a spectacle, what about those? what do they look like?" you tilted your head to the side, closing your eyes, the breeze calmly caressing your features.

"they're magnificent." he whispers, "the sun sinks down to kiss the horizon, making the prettiest colors before the cool darkness hugs the sky tightly."

you squeeze his hand again, biting the inside of your cheek as you fluttered your eyes open.

"sounds beautiful." you croaked, a melancholic atmosphere coating you both as you hesitantly dropped your head on his shoulder.

aether looked at you, his eyes appreaciating your features, from your eyes to your nose to your lips.

"yeah, so beautiful." he said silently, resting his head against yours.

a/n: aaa i ws sorta leaning into blind reader... uhm an idea js popped up and i dont know if i executed it correctly, please let me know if you have concerns! id rly appreciate it ☝️😔 - mori 🦅

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[dabislittlemouse]

Ok, so lately I've been listening to too much Peppers by Lana Del Rey and Tommy Genesis, so imagine that the chorus "hands on your knees Angelina Jolie" is playing in the background while reader and Dabi recreate the song, specifically that part, in such a way obscene and so aaa, If you don't mind, could you write something like this?

𝒫𝐸𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮

-Touya Todoroki x fem!reader ୨⍣୧

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ contains: SMUT- Minors do not interact, oral male receiving, praising, soft needy Touya loves dolling you up and ruining you 🦋

➳ A/N: I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH!!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, hopefully you like this. I decided to call him Touya in this fic.

➳ Song recommendation: Lana del Rey- Peppers

The faint smell of strawberry shampoo filled the room as you slowly walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your wet body. The chill air made you shiver for a bit as you sat down in front of the vanity mirror, looking at yourself. All fresh and clean, that long shower was really needed.

It was only you in the room, or better say, in Touya’s room, which had also become your room at this point. He let you move all of your stuff in his room, to the point he had to ask for another closet since you had so many clothes. It didn’t take long for Touya’s grimy room to turn full of life, your dainty clothes and accessories all over the place, on the table or chair. And he didn’t mind it one bit, having you in his room felt like a ray of sunshine, a smell of fresh air that filled his lungs and scent of nature. That’s how you were to him, he’d look at your enamored while you sat near the desk, doing your makeup and fixing your hair, looking like a dainty princess compared to his edgy dark looks. 

And today was the same, you sat there, carefully drying your hair with a towel and giving it some shape. You decided to go for wavy hair today, which was one of Touya’s favorite hairstyles on you. The vanilla scented candle sat on your desk, along with all your makeup brushes,lipstick and glitter. What you loved most was getting dolled up for your man, he’d always make you flustered with the way he’d be all over you, like a man who’d never seen a pretty woman before. Sometimes he’d also doll you up himself, fixing the ribbons on your hair, helping you wear your tights, choosing the perfect dress for you, putting the blue stoned necklace around your neck, the one he got for you as a constant reminder that you belong to him. 

The song playing in the background helped you concentrate even more on getting yourself ready. It was one of your favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, her music was an inspiration to you in all aspects, especially the way you dressed. You felt that melody and that lyrics deep in your core, as your love and dedication towards your beloved was beautifully described by those words knitted together to create such masterpiece of a song that you wanted to inject in your blood. Passion and love, utter addiction towards one another, that’s how your relationship was. He took care of you like no one ever did.

——

“You’re my little girl, aren’t you? My good, pretty girl.. all mine” Touya whispered in your ear one day as he was braiding your hair, his lithe fingers skillfully going through each lock of hair as usual. You nodded, blushing at his words, stomach doing a flip at his possessiveness and praise. You wore a frilly white dress, diamond earrings that he’d taken for you, your thigh highs with two cute ribbons on each. The same song was playing in the background, and it was making you feel some type of way, especially from the fact that he was braiding your hair. A coincidence? Maybe. But now you had the need to act just like the song. 

~Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair..~

Oh, you had the need to please him again. Putting your hands on his knees, as you go down on him, tasting him. 

Touya hadn’t finished doing your hair when you turned at him, your face flushed and your eyes all big and needy, it took him by surprise.

“Baby, I still didn’t finish your hair..” he said, staring at you with a confused look on his face.

“I know Tou.. I just..” you licked your lips, putting your hands gently on his knees, your nails pretty and manicured, Touya chose  a cherry red color for them, always the sinful image of your fingers wrapped around his cock in mind. 

“I kind of love this song..” you whispered, as Touya payed attention to the lyrics. The corners of his mouth twitched as a shadow of a smile lurked on his face, and he stared down at you for a second longer, taking in every minuscule detail he could perceive about you. You shifted closer to him, getting between his legs as your hands stroked his thighs, shyly looking at his bulge forming in front of you. 

“That’s a nice song sweetheart. You wanna recreate it don’t ya? Tell me..use your words” his hand found your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. His stare was hypnotizing, those azure eyes could get you drenched without him touching you at all. 

“Yes..” you swallowed nervously, as he chuckled and squished your blushing cheeks together on his large hand. 

“And why is that?” he teased, knowing your answer too well but he still wanted to hear you say it with your own words. 

“Because I.. I want to give you pleasure Touya..” you bit your lip, and Touya could swear he felt the urge to grab that pretty mouth of yours and stuff it with his aching cock. Your shy voice saying his name, the way you looked up at him through your lashes, the way you smelled, the way you looked so angelic but your mind was full of dark and sinful desires, he loved that he turned you like this. So needy for him, addicted to him, just the way he wanted you to be. 

He leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands gently going through your half braided hair before he backed away. 

“Go on then, princess. Show me how you please your man~” he cooed, watching your delicate hands unbuckling his belt slowly. Touya was already rock hard and that gave you a tingle between your legs, especially with the way he was watching your every move. Carefully you lowered his pants, taking him in your hands, his cock was glistening with precum already, angry red tip begging to be sucked and licked, your small hand wrapping around his shaft made Touya hiss between his teeth. You were being agonizingly slow and careful with him as if he was going to break, but he let you do your thing. He loved seeing various emotions going visibly on your face, embarrasment, nervousness, lust, desire..

“Open that pretty mouth..” he asked before you tried to go down on him, making you stop. His fingers found your lips, smearing your red lipstick before opening your mouth and his thumb playing with your tongue.

“There you go.. put that tongue into good use. Just as I taught you, okay little love?”

“Yes” you breathed out, sticking out your tongue and swirling it on his sticky tip first, tasting the pearly precum leaking out of him. You heard the man let out a groan, which encouraged you to continue further, licking his shaft while your other hand fondled his balls gently.

“Shit, baby... f-fuck!” Touya moaned as you finally took him all in your mouth, trying your best to not gag on his cock that was hitting the back of your throat. The music was playing on repeat as your head bobbed up and down his cock, using your tongue as well and making his head spin. His hands found your hair once again, looking at the half done braids.

“F-fuck doll.. M’not sure if I can braid that pretty hair of yours again..aahh fuck- if you continue sucking me off like that~” he groaned, hips bucking up and slamming in your mouth. You were totally drunk in his cock, like it was the last meal on this earth, slurping and moaning and trying to get as much from him as you could. His half lidded eyes stared down at you as you made eye contact with him, which had your sloppy cunt clench on nothing.

 He was in bliss, his face flushed as he gave you a lustful needy look. A hand pressed on top of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Mmhm yeah.. choke on it a little, there you go. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, my angel~” Touya whispered, as you sat there unmoving, his cock deep in your throat. You choked on him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, ruining the mascara, but his firm hand continued to keep you there until you started whimpering. He let you go and watched you with an amused look on his face as you coughed and whined.

“Don’t wipe those tears off baby, let me see ‘em..” he said, licking a singular tear on your cheek before gently tapping his cock on your face, smearing your lipstick and mascara on your dumb pretty face, full of tears and drool. You looked up at him pleadingly, letting him use your face and mouth however he wanted. He shoved his cock right back in, his hands caressing your hair as you continued taking him in your mouth like your life depended on it, licking up the sides with your tongue, trying to go deeper when he added a little more pressure to the back of your head.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you wanna make me cum? Yeah? Right in that throat of yours.. fuck, you want it baby? Nnghh fuck-” he spoke as his breathing got heavier, eyes rolled at the back of his skull in pleasure while you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

You moaned in response, letting him know just how eager you were to have your mouth full of his cum. With a few more thrusts of his hips  he came hard in your mouth, a low guttural groan left his throat as you gagged and choked on his seed, trying your best to not let a single drop go to waste.

“Fuck- good fucking girl. Take it, ahh- take it all, oh shit-” he moaned out, eyes crossed in pleasure as he struggled to even move. And you did, you took it all, he grabbed your chin to look at your mouth full of his cum.

“Swallow for me...”

And you swallowed, just as he taught you and Touya hummed in amusement before bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, feeling the taste of him in your mouth which drove him crazy. 

“You look even prettier like this dollface..” he smirked, looking at the ruined makeup on your face and your hair now a mess. He then focused his gaze on your frilly dress and clicked his tongue.

“I’d feel bad to ruin that lovely dress of yours.. so I’ll just have you ride me on it, that okay with you princess?” he said, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to sit on his warm lap.

“Yes Touya..” you mumbled shyly before he took you down to the bed with him, hands gripping at the plush of your soft thighs as he ravaged your neck and chest like a feral animal.

—-

As you got yourself all nice and pretty, butterflies formed at your stomach at the memories of that one day. Mostly for the fact that Touya will do it all over again once he comes back, beautifully ruin your makeup and hair. Now the dress you wore was a pretty blue one, his favorite color, while you waited in anticipation for your man’s arrival, more than excited to have him see how pretty you got yourself for him today. 

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[lazulirus]

Goodbyes I

• A silent goodbye in form of calming them down when they’re dying. feat Childe, Kazuha, Zhongli • Genre: Angst • Warnings: major character (implied) death, mention of having children (Childe)

• TARTAGLIA; Childe

There were things even Harbinger couldn't defeat; both of you knew that day would come when an opponent would be a bit too strong, a bit too intelligent, Ajax a bit too reckless. Truth be told, both of you imagined that someday you'll hold him like this, hoping it would be a nightmare that will never become reality - but it was, then and there, because Childe couldn't just back down from a fight, especially when he had to protect you. 

"You took care of us well enough, Ajax." You whisper, hands brushing blood-stained locks; his fingers hold your shirt tightly, desperately. The monsters of the abyss - how did they appear in such a calm part of the world? You'll never know - slowly disappeared into dust. 

Ginger shakes his head, barely as it was hidden against your stomach as he lay on your lap. There was too much regret: who will protect you now? Who will take care of his family? Will Puccinela still do it? All those worries came out as a pitiful whimper; no energy left to speak. 

"Babe, it's okay… it's, it's okay…" You don't notice how delicate your speech was, but you know what to say. You spend years with Childe, planning to stay by his side till the end. "I'll be fine, and… I'll make sure your family is fine too, okay?" It was the least you could do for what Ajax gave you; his time, his heart and ultimately his life. 

His breath hitches - Ajax never was afraid of death, but never he wanted it to come with you as a witness. Never had he wanted it when he was unsure of what he would leave behind, never… 

"You said Teucer loves lullabies, right? You said it's a family thing…" You hated it, you hated how your pants were wet from blood, shirt from tears; his and yours, silent. Despite that, you keep brushing his hair as you croon:

"Aaa~ two small cats,  Both grey and a little brown," his breath becomes steady, calm; shallow. Although you couldn’t see it, the fight left his eyes - sweet childhood flashing between all the other memories.  

"The only thing they want to do, Is to play with you all day," Ajax's grip loosens as you continue singing. The first time you sang a lullaby, and you doubt you would dare to sing it ever again; Teucer would love it, but your heart wouldn’t handle singing it to a child so similar to Ajax that wasn’t yours.

• KAZUHA; Scarlet Leaves Pursue Wild Waves

Master of the blade, whenever it came to creating or wielding them, perfect in his craft. Or so you thought. You thought that nothing could defeat Kazuha, not when even Shogun's blade was merely a twig against his determination - maybe Kazuha thought so too, young and immortal by surviving the god's wrath, and that led to his doom. 

"You know, when we go back on the ship, we should ask Beidou to see the Dandelion Sea." Your grip tightens on his hand when Kazuha's only response was a hum. Bodies of ronins litter the beach; the clouds were dark, bringing cold wind, preparing to accompany the gloomy atmosphere with rain. Kazuha was determined to not have to cry over another loss, and it only led to you and the sky preparing to do so in his place. "I heard it's beautiful. Can you imagine blowing them all with your anemo vision?" the man chuckles, the gem in question glimmers slightly, weakly. His eyelids fell shut, too heavy and blurry vision giving him a headache. You were thankful for that, unsure if you could keep up a smile for a second longer. 

"Imagine that for me," But your tone remained cheerful, with the smallest breaks.  "thousands of dandelion seeds flying around you and I and still thousands of the flowers around us. I think it would have a perfect, blue sky, don't you think? Mondstadt always has such beautiful weather." You squeeze his hand again, he squeezes back. "Can you see that…?" 

"It sounds great…" His words were nothing but a mumble, slurring and becoming as weak as the wind's whisper. "... but I feel… sleepy now…" 

"Nap now, love." You crack a smile, even though Kazuha couldn't see it. "We will see the Dandelion Sea after you wake up." You scoot closer, guiding his head onto your shoulder; your head resting on his. The planks behind you groan pathetically, weak from years of corrosion and water, as the wind blows through them; both weren't as cold as Kazuha's body. The sea lave both of you; cold yet its hum was comforting, adding life to this deathful scene. Your eyes wander, from Kazuha's peaceful face to his clothes - even white splashed with crimson, the water slowly sneaking its way to his body, absorbing the colour. 

You close your eyes, and whisper sweet nothings into Kazuha's ear as you remember his smile and imagine it around thousands of dandelion seeds.

• ZHONGLI; Vago Mundo

You were aware of his true identity, that all the legends of great Morax, Rex Lapis were true, and your lover was living proof of that - each scar on his body telling of a battle he survived. The sense of security, the belief that he truly was like a rock that nothing could break. Perhaps, that was why it stung your heart even harder, the loss, the pain; the disbelief. 

Even water can break a rock with enough time, and even Archon can succumb to death if weakened enough, unprepared enough and thrown into a fight against forgotten calamities while having to hide from public eye.

"You finished your contracts, dear." Your dream of seeing even an ounce of expression on Zhongli's face appeared as a nightmare; never had you wanted to see such pain twisting his face. You hear far away yelling, Millelith looking for survivors, vision users, heroes, but not for a simple consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor that got a tad too worried; about Liyue, about Xiao, about you. "You're free to do as you may." His head nuzzles into your hand, heavy, only you supporting it. "Will you drink with your friends, dear? You can tell them all the stories you want to." 

You hold his face with one hand, the other entwined with his fingers; callous, numb. 

There were so many regrets in his mind - was he doomed to lose everything for every single thing he took from others? There were so many plans, so many… so many…

"Lăogōng¹ ," his hazy eyes return to your face; the smile calms him. The title, the one you shouldn't utter, the one you didn't promise him yet makes his heart skip a beat one last time. "I'll wait for our next contract." You put a kiss on his knuckles, no gloves to protect them from your love, from the warmth of your lips; replenishing his own, fleeting. 

You seal the last promise; contract without words nor paper, Zhongli's lips shake against yours. His eyes closed, and so were yours, imagining the wedding that may happen only in another life. 

Lăogōng¹ - refers to the man with whom a woman [in this case, a partner] will live a long time together (i.e., get old together). In this term, "老(lăo)" means "old" and "公(gōng)" refers to male

#•Severed string of fate #childe #tartaglia #genshin impact childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli x reader #kazuha #genshin impact kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin impact angst #childe angst #zhongli angst #kazuha angst

[colourstreakgryffin]

Aaa!! Since requests are now opened may I request Platonic! Bsf! gojo with a reader whose on her period? Thank you for your time-! 💗💗

-💗💗 anon

Okkkkaaaay! Let’s try this out, shall we! I happen to be on my period too so this is perfect! Sorry, my writing is kinda messy now but hope you don’t mind!

Platonic! Best Friend! Gojo Satoru

“Dokushaaa~!” A sudden excited yet familiar voice rung out from behind you as you jolted in fright and turned around at the feeling of a strong hand placed on your shoulders. Your temporary concern faded quickly as you laughed wholeheartedly at the big goofy smile of your best friend, Satoru

His reflective black shades lowered enough to show off those beautiful otherworldly blue eyes as they glared at you. He could tell something was up with you, the way you wobbled at random, the way you flinched as you sat down. Satoru kept track of his best friend throughout the day and he was curious on why you seem so sensitive

“Satoru?” You asked softly, trying your best to ignore the painful squeezes of your abdomen as you saw Satoru smirk and tilt his head at your very subtle flinches from the pain. Your cramps were getting quite bad as very sharp yet heavy jabs coursed through your system

“I heard something’s wrong so I figured I’d come see what’s up. So give me the scoop, what up?” Satoru casually asks, one of his hands slid down your shoulder as his smirk seemingly couldn’t disappear. His snowy white hair fluttered in the wind as he looked down at you, you’re much shorter than him. “I’m… fine” You managed to muscle out in a half-fake cheerful tone as Satoru rolled his eyes in disbelief at your remark

“Hmm~ Okay, and I’m the king of curses” Satoru answered back in almost instant, running a hand up your shoulder and onto your head to give you pats. You pout madly at your best friend’s teasing, you simply hated how he treated you like some little kid. “I said I’m fine!” Satoru’s bright beam suddenly dropped for the first time today as he took his hand off your head to keep staring into your eyes, his gaze firm and almost going through you like laser beams. “You’re hurt, don’t lie to me”

Satoru’s gorgeous six eyes could easily sense your pain, he just needed to get it out of you. As your best friend, he cares a lot for your happiness and your health, and it hurt him that you seemingly don’t trust him enough to tell him about your issues. “I…” You sigh in defeat as you eventually wrap your arms around his waist and hug him. Satoru jumped in shock, he wasn’t use to sudden affection as his hands hesitate to touch your smaller back

“Don’t worry about me, Satoru. I’m just on my monthlys” Satoru’s shit-eating grin returned to place with his face glowing in relief as he threw his head back at your words. “Aaaa~ I knew it!” You rolled your own eyes as you sighed again at his classic cockiness and arrogance, drawing back afterwards as to avoid grooming his ego any further. “Cmooonn! We’re gonna go shopping!” Satoru remarked suddenly, grabbing your hand in a smooth sweep and twirling on his heels to begin walking forward

You smiled softly at his giddy laughter, feeling those sharp cramps soften quickly at the sight of Satoru’s excitement. Your best friend was such a goofy jokester and you adored it, how could you say no to him?

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[fictiontbh]

Do you have any Spring Bonnie centered headcanons or anything like that aswell? 👀

<Incorrect-fnaf-quotes, but it’s a sideblog, so I can’t ask from there

AAA SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING SUPER EARLY TO ANSWERR I WAS SLEEPING?? I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS TOO BTW!! SENTIENT ANIMATRONJCS AUS ARE MY FAVE

Ive been in the fnaf fandom for a WHILE so ive had TONS and TONS of headcanons over the years, ever since fnaf 1, before the lore became SO UNBEARABLE (hah... springbonnie would make that joke.)

Anyways.. onto headcanons:

I have a LOT of headcanons on Springbonnies eyes. Especially since i have an AU where they are possesed by both William Afton AND an oc of mine!

Though, lets start with BEFORE the murders, instead on how his own suit works!!

Springbonnie has a weird eye function, a strange mechanic inside his eyes.

You see how springtrao has these clear plastic bulbs covering the outer layer of his eyes? Outlining where springbonnies more robotic and less alive eyes would usually stare? I like to imagine that its a mechanic that they have when NOT being used as a costume! Perhaps its a way to make springbonnie and its (I like to assume) Accidental AI to focus on children. Just something to keep it able to focus. Kinda like an adhd medication but for a robot to be able to NOT look around and get distracted. I like to assume they have something like that due to morbid curiosity. When used as a costume i like to think that springbonnies conciousness sort of.. not exactly VANISHES but isnt quite as STRONG, so those little like... glasses almost, arent needed cause humans are kinda better at staying focused than a curious bunny robot with adhd somehow programmed into their conciousness. Though these stay of springtrap because Springbonnie was sort of left to just rot and malfuction and grow obsolete for around 30 years before Afton came and decided to force himself in such a broken suit (while it was wet too, seriously afton, whats wrong with you?) So it wasnt able to turn them up while being worn.

I also like to think springbonnies eyes change COLOUR to match the person wearing their costume, as best as they can atleast, maybe with a tiny tiny tint of green? Buts till otherwise the same.. Brown eyes makes their green eyes brown, blue makes them blue, grey goes grey, etc etc. It follows EVERY eye colour. Which is why I like to headcanon william as having GREY eyes instead of a dull light blue (even though it IS canon in silver eyes. Tbf tho i also headcanon afton to still have his little manbun/ponytail even when the silver eyes made him NOT have that.) I like to make Springbonnie STILL able to stay alive ish kinda even after the springlocking, thought i like to imagine they cant really front much. And when they finally can it works alot like DID (Dissasociative Identity Disorder) where they will forget what happened during the times they WERENT concious. I dont like writing springbonnie alot because i havent done nearly enough research on DID but i sure would like to add it to him just because... I like leatning how to write and understand different disorders. Especially with my favourite characters!

I have a certain colour code to springtraps eyes for who is who, since again.. OC au.

Obviously, grey is most common, with william always being present.

Blue will be also common. Due to ot being the soul of my OC who happens to be very... stubborn. Not exactly vengeful but he HOLDS GRUDGES. He loves holding onto things that hurt him. Hes like the opposite of that one meme.

He would truly just stare at you. Enraged. How could you say that to him??

Along with the changing eye colour headcanon... I like to imagine they can have both eyes different colours as well, because

1) heterochromia exists, they need to be able to mimic that!

2) it shows who is fronting out of the 3 of them!

This is the chart for how it should work really

Left is for who is FRONTING! right is for who is technically just watching over. They both have equal contribution, but not exactly the same roles.

It will be the same as above even if all are able to have concious at the same time, just with whoever isnt fronting or watching just having their colour around there the pupil is.

Im not sure wether youve noticed yet or not, BUT! I also headcanon Springbonnie as being nonbinary!

Throughout most of this i tried my hardest to use they/them on springbonnie BUUUTTT sometimes Afton or my OC got in my head and i used he/him.

I like to imagine that nobodu decided to give the animatronics any actual pronouns oyher than It/its BUT in those old AUs people made where all the animatronics knew eachother and even all shared a restaurant, i like to imagine Springbonnie would ALWAYS be refered to with they/them because... it would be all they respond to. Not really seeing themself as a boy/girl animatronic because... to them they are just that. An animatronic. And it goes with them everywhere. Every animatronic to them is they/them and It/its. They cant really differentiate between human and animatronic but they most definitely are more human, even if they are kinda restricted by.. being an animatronic. They act very human like.

I do like to have the same headcanon with fredbear as well, though he will respond to anything. She/he/they/it... they respond! Though i personally use he/they on fredbear cause it feels fitting.

I also like to headcanon, in my au that both springbonnie and Shadow Bonnie are the same! Eventually, after the afton springlocking, both springbonnie and my oc's conciousness will split from Springtrap, sometime, and go on to form shadow Bonnie, which is entirely just a physical form of their emotions over aftons actions, so not much like them, but still them. You get me?

Speaking of them basically being the same, i like to imagine the shadow animatronics are also able to ONLY move through walls, project on walls and can morph other shadows as well, sometimes even replacing them with themselves. i like having the headcanon of the shadows going by whatever pronouns, though it still fluctuates.

Projecting on a wall or not using anothers shadow as their own? It/its.

Switching with somebody elses shadow? Copies whoevers shadows they are using's pronouns.

Though this can still fluctuate with he/him for shadow Freddy and he/they with shadow Bonnie because of who they are made of (cc, Jake, and springbonnie.)

Plus! I like to imagine springbonnie was modeled to be what the kagamines are to fredbear. Yk. Like a sibling, lover, or a mirror image! I personally like headcanoning sprinbonnie and fredbear definitely being a ship, but it changes a lot depending on the AU of mine. Sometimes its found family dynamic with the golds, sometimes they just dont have any relation other than William's and Fredbears Fursonas (as therefor friends cause I dont ship willry)

Springbonnie is one of my faves aside from CC and Plushtrap, who i also headcanon being super best friends with springbonnie!! So im glad I got this ask!! Tysvm @incorrect-fnaf-quotes!!! V sillay...

And heres some art of them just for you!

TYSVM FOR THE ASK AGAIN!! I LOVED ANSWERING IT AND THE ART GIFT FOR YOU SPENT FOREVER BUT I FEEL LINDA PROUD ISH?? NOT V GOOD BUT STILL FOR YOU <3<3!!!!

#fnaf #incorrect five night’s at freddy’s quotes #incorrect quotes #fnaf 4 #headcanons #fnaf headcanons #springbonnie fnaf #springbonnie #spring bonnie fanart #spring bonnie #digital art #art #fanart #drawing

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THE COLUMBINA THEME/?!?!?>!>D QWJDKWBQQ OH MY GOSHHHHH IM BKFBEFE I DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE A BINA FAN AHHHH YOU HAVE IMPECCABLE TASTE AS ALWAYS... it is so so pretty i am eating it up... i am going to miss Kuni with the otter but this is just *chef's kiss* (i also hope you are doing well, your reblog made me 🥹❤️❤️❤️)

AND YESSS THE KUNI BDAY ART ARGHHH,, i can just imagine reader being a few possibilities with him... 😭 either you're the one who tagged along with him to the House of Daena just to see what he's up to all the time but then your brain just dying (like Paimon 😭) from all the long texts overload (me tbh). And Kuni would be rolling his eyes at your dramatic self and be all like i told you so... 🙄 Or you're just peacefully reading those long books and your lover is just like... huh. I know he'd scoff and mumble under his breath but he'd drape some of his clothes over you if you fell asleep... ❤️ (ignoring the presence of his sort-of admirers on the other side of the room)

(this was all over the place and probably very messy but it just came to me ❤️ luv you!!)

AAA SUZU !! 🩷🩷

thank you thank you thank you!!! omg i am figuratively kicking my feet and literally smiling so big rn okay — first and foremost, YES (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ i am a 'bina fan since the day she showed up in the winter night's lazzo trailer~ as for kuni and his little otter buddy, don't you worry my dear mutual; here's the screenshot for your perusal alongside another one <3 ( as for me doing well, i am indeed doing well! i hope you are too dear 🩷 )

now that you presented me with his second mini illustration.......... i have brainrot to share in correspondence to yours ( LISTEN my brain is always cooking i'm not sorry )

when i was just inspecting every little thing about his second mini illustration and literally giggling at how cute it was and all — it kinda threw me back to the time i first thought about my academic rivals + roommates concept with kuni .. but now that you presented me with your side of the brainrot which thank you btw it's so *chefs kiss and totes adorbs*

so here's to another episode of 'yame and suzu cooking kuni brainrot ~

“what even...?”

you uttered under your breath, a book in hand as your eyes continued to skim through a lengthy page after another. honestly, you're skipping through almost everything you read through — some part of you admiring the amurata darshan for being able to understand all of this. maybe you should have listened to your lover's recommendation and read something else.

curious, you eye him from the side to see how he's faring. of course, you were aware that this wasn't as much of an issue to him as it was to you, and you envy the ease he found in being able to read through his share of research without complaints.

the wanderer's eyes were quick to meet yours, and he was just as quick in raising a brow at you in what you presumed to be curiosity on his end as well. but that wasn't the case...

“having difficulty?” he murmured with a subtle smirk of amusement. he was aware, not when the confusion practically clouded the light of curiosity in your eyes. yet you affirmed anyways. “i won't shy away from admitting that i am ‘having difficulty.’” you parroted his words with a little smile, deciding it's best for you to just put the book down. you could hear him chuckle a bit dryly at your affirmation, uttering a barely audible ‘i told you so’ only for you to hear. the amusement that adorned his face softened a bit as he heard you hum in response.

“actually — love, can you pass me the book you recommend at first?” the moment he heard that endearment, a rush of warmth rose up to his porcelain cheeks as he hung his head slightly lower to allow his hair do the covering for him. “mhm.” the wanderer hummed in response whilst reaching over to said book next to the small box you brought with you for him. his pinky finger coming into contact with the ocean blue colored gift box for a moment before he took the book and passed to you all the while avoiding your gaze.

with a simple thank you on your end, the area fell silent once more. just the distant sound of students coming and going, chatting about their deadlines or some who were studying in solitude. it's a kind of quiet that allowed you to focus in a way, especially while the wanderer remained by your side; it felt ideal. staying alone together in his favorite corner in the house of daena.

surprise surprise, what he ended up recommending you wasn't a book. but a collection of research papers from the vahumana darshan — researches trying to pinpoint the mystery behind tatarasuna's sabotagement, researches investigating the ancient civilization of the sumeru desert... it felt like skimming through a collection of reports. you gave him a threat-less glare upon seeing that accomplished smirk on his face. but you digress.

you spotted a familiar handwriting shortly after however, his handwriting, and you were quick to begin reading the first research paper simply and straightforwardly titled ‘societal issues in inazuma.’ it was the commentary he mentioned he wrote out of boredom while he was occupied with cooking lunch for you. a smile crept up to your lips at the resurgence of the memory.

that style... how much of a reliable yet unreliable narrator could he be? certainly the former when it came to discussing anything regarding what was once his homeland. and you adored every word spoken in this research paper. sure, it was harsh at some points, but that was just how your wanderer was; straightforward and to the point. hence the reason you felt such immense joy reading the commentary he wrote.

this time around, it was his turn to eye you from the side. indifference fading into a very slight surprise as he saw you smiling whilst reading his research paper, but he paid it no mind. at least you were having some form of fun like you usually tend to.

a while would pass, the once distant sounds of the students became more and more prominent as at long last, he finished the forsaken paper he was writing. and from the corners of his eyes; the wanderer spotted your left forearm on the table. naturally, he was quick to turn to face you and be greeted with your arms on the table and resting your head on your arms, the research papers you read neatly yet messily set aside... sleeping here of all places?

“idiot,” he mumbled whilst getting up from his seat, carefully not making a sound as to not disturb your peace. “this is exactly why i told you to stay home.”

but even then, as he complained to your sleeping self with his ‘i told you so’s, he didn't hesitate in slowly taking his white haori and gently draping it over your sleeping figure, watching you as you breathed in and out softly. and for a moment, he stood there; simply watching you. his anemo vision that now hung over your shoulder began to shine and dim at a familiar rhythm that resembled the same sweet melody he'd sleep to in your shared home, the sight allowed for a subtle smile to adorn his face that if one were to look closely, would be greeted with a softness that'd seem uncharacteristic.

whispers could be heard from behind him, the contentment and softness dissipated in an instant as he shot a glare to those students whispering behind his back, and that was enough to have them scurry away to someplace else.

a sigh escaped the wanderer's lips afterwards as he turned to look at you again. perhaps he'll let you have your little nap whilst finishing up the second thesis he had.

yes, that's a decent enough excuse to have you stay by his side for a little longer.

OMG please don't worry about the ask being messy or all over the place, seeing you here genuinely brought a smile to my face! ( what a delight to wake up to too 🤭 ) and of course, love you too friend! 🩷🩷 remember to take care, stay safe and i wish you a wonderful and kind day ~

#( ❀ ) ── passerby. #( ❀ ) ── over tea with; smooches. #shit ayame when you said you were gonna cook .. #seriously though — THIS !! SUZU YOUR BRAIN IS SUCH A GENIUS I'LL KISS BOTH OF YOU ( platonically ) #scenarios like this have my whole heart :(( combine such scenarios with we all know who and you /know/ i've melted into a puddle #minimal tags because i poured my heart out this time 🤭

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Heyo! Can I request a jinx x reader who is like one of those people who r really cold to ppl they don't know, tall with tattoos, piercings and jinx is kinda mesmerized by them and is like tryna get close to them and eventually they warm up to her and like kinda get protective of her? Like reader has an arm over her shoulder, on her waist, hugging her from behind all the time and is usually just a very affectionate person and jinx is all proud bc she made the cold person they were into a affectionate person but just for her?

I know I should(n't)

Jinx X cold !gn reader who's tall w tattoos and piercing

A/N: hihi pretty anon! Ugh love this kind of people. A meanie who in reality is a softie!? And only for her fav person!? Aw cute!! Here u have and again sorry for the wait! Love ya <33 (and yes i promise, my mind is thinking thought again so ill try to stay bc i have so many drafts aaa)

In Zaun you don't need to do a laborious search to run across threatening people, they're all over the underground city. After all, this is how one can survive or be respected around here.

Jinx was not far behind. She might look harmless but oh she was a menace. With all those bright colors, pink, blue, going around with those chunky boots and armed to the calf. Everyone knew it was better not to cross her path.

But hey! No need for that. You were lucky enough that you caught her shiny eye.

It all started as a funny game of hers.

She saw you a couple of times while she was wandering around the streets, searching for new pieces, or when she was on top of a building looking at the street beneath her. But still, it was when she saw you that one time at the Last drop that allowed her to check you out.

Tall. A bunch of piercings on your ears and all around your meanie face. Oh! And she could get a glimpse of a few parts covered in ink. You were a tough looking individual!

Of course, she knew people like you, she works with Sevika, a buff angry woman. But you had something that caught her eye.

And she made it ur problem.

Eventually, you found yourself expecting her by your side. But how could you not when she appeared out of nowhere to pester you until she was gone for no good.

At first, you tried to push her away. Giving her the cold shoulder didn't work and when you cuss her out she wouldn't bulge. Only for her to return a few days after like whatever you said meant nothing. And that pissed you off, why couldn't she just go away and leave you alone?

It took you one day in which Jinx did not go to your hunt that you noticed how jinx never seemed to be accompanied. Anyone you ask would be shocked to hear her name, either because of her reputation or because she's Silco's kid.

She was alone. And so were you.

As time passed you found yourself unable to not grow fond of her. But how could you not? It was like you needed to be there to protect her from all harm. It's not like she couldn't herself but you wanted to be there for her.

Anytime you looked down at her you swear you could feel her eyes all over you, locking eyes with you. And you couldn't help to notice how sparkly they looked. As if you were the finest of prices, the tastiest of desserts. You couldn't get a hold of why? What was that she saw?

Listening to her talk about whatever she had on her mind after a hard day started to feel good, and comfortable. You drank all of her rants and after some time you start throwing in a few comments here and there, comforting words and affirmations to let her know you were listening.

Although he also loved to ask you questions about yourself. If she could touch your piercings if they hurt if you'd let her give you one, why were you so fucking tall?!?

You tried to answer her but at first, it was a bit overwhelming. Despite this, to your luck or not sometimes you didn't need to because she would do it for you or wouldn't expect any and move on. She learned to not push too hard if she felt you were getting uncomfortable.

Oh, but when you noticed she was down... Good luck if it was someone's fault, you were immediately on your way to deal with it. You couldn't stand seeing her bright self turn blue, it made your heart ache. That may be the reasoning behind why you felt the desire to aid her, protect her, and keep her in a little candy box inside your pocket.

When you two finally got to the point of no returning the one who ended up getting surprised was Jinx. Who were you again??

So that meanie she met at the bar that night is the most cuddly and warm and caring human ever? So... Physical touch was your love language? And so was one of hers.

It started slow and steady at first. Holding hands, Jinx loves to hold your hands. A quick hug here and soft short touches there. Most of them were started by her but as you grow confident enough to let your hand linger, let your body just act...

Leaning into each other was a thing now.

You always have an arm over her shoulder or on her waist because it just felt right. It was where they belonged. And out on the streets worked as a warning to others, but overly you just wanted to be as close as you could.

Hugs from behind are your thing. And the size difference makes it look so fucking adorable. If it's not Jinx's surprise hugs, it's yours to her while she works on her trinkets. Like two puzzle pieces that are meant to fit flawlessly together. Head to head, soft, hard, easy breathing against each other, soft temple, neck kisses always exchanged.

Moments, where you two were more intimate were not rare, those happened on slow or bad days commonly. Tracing stories that could only be told through your skin. Lingering touches that could easily ignite fireworks. Talking about how you get your tattoos, and what meaning they hold. Jinx unleashes her curiosity for your whole being and memorizes where her hand leaves goosebumps.

And let me tell you, she's so proud! She broke through your walls only to find the warmest soul, the brightest of stars. Just to her and she wouldn't want it another way.

Because that meant that she got you all to herself.

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

#jinx imagines #jinx imagine #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx #arcane imagine #arcane jinx #arcane headcanons #arcane imagines #jinxarcane #jinx league of legends #jinx lol

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caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

#atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #gerard way #my chemical romance #mcr #warrior cats #procreate #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream crk #Hesitant alien #gee way #mcr art #hesitant alien era #hesitant gerard #gerard way appreciation #gerard way hesitant alien #Three cheers #three cheers for sweet revenge #three cheers era #black parade #the black parade #gwen stacy #spider gwen #ghost spider #spider verse #atsv gwen #spiderman oc #spidersona #warriors