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trashogram · 1 month

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He Chose You (Pt. 8)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E.

The illness persists in the weight of your skin over your bones yet the loss of actual muscle and fat that turn you skeletal. Your legs become bow-like and pain radiates just above your hairline. Your vision crackles with scattered flashes of black dots, and you drink like a man lost in the desert.

Only foods that are red stay down, and even then you only nibble at peppers and plug your nose at the raw meat you stuff in your mouth. You feel the sunlight outside your window when you open it up and stick your hand through, as walking out of your apartment is a chore you can only handle once a week at most.

Once a homebody, reclusive out of necessity and exhaustion from simple interactions, you now live for Lucifer’s chatter. His presence abates your fever, physically and emotionally. The dependence on him, as sweet as he appears, makes you itch inside.

Everything is terrible, you tell yourself at least once per day, as the illness persists.

But if Lucifer is good at anything, it’s providing you with distractions from the ever-present suffering.

—

The sounds you made put the Angelic Choir to shame.

“Lucifer, don’t say that!”

The King of Hell’s laugh was muffled as he stayed buried in your cunt. The memory of you being so flustered was almost just as sweet.

He eyed your tightly screwed expression just over your growing belly, and felt gratified at his idea to have you propped up by pillows from head to hips. With the boost, Lucifer could watch you enjoy yourself and remain comfortable.

Let him feel the springs of your mattress dig into his knees and stomach. They were secondary to the pain of his own hardness straining in his slacks.

A keen from you, and the feeling of your nails as they raked through his hair and over his scalp, had Lucifer moaning. His eyes rolled back, momentarily blinded by euphoria.

“Ooh!”

Eyes snapping open, Lucifer lifted himself from the bed quickly. His tongue slipped out of you, dripping onto the sheets when he was mindless to reeling it back in.

“Why’d you stop?” Your whine between quick pants made him blink.

One eye at a time.

“I thought I hurt you.” He smiled, sheepishly, once his tongue was back in his mouth.

His mauve-lids and golden lashes fluttered when you wiped the slick from his chin. There was no missing the color that had returned to your cheeks with all the exertion he was putting you through, and he felt a swell of pride at being able to breathe life back into you. So to speak.

“Heaven help me.” You said, sarcastically.

Breathlessly.

The Devil’s hips jerked when your hand rose to grip a fistful of his blond hair. You manually lowered him back between your legs, heedless to the way his entire frame shivered.

—

‘I think I… I think I’m in love with her.’ Lucifer looked so earnest, meeting the glow of Ozzie’s stare.

The Sin clucked a tongue in his King’s direction, shaking his head. ‘Well, don’t tell her that. You’re gonna scare her away, man.’

—

Lucifer watched you fall apart from just his tongue (its length and width being inhuman notwithstanding).

You were so beautiful like this. Legs shaking, body spasming, letting go.

‘I love you.’

Man’s (alleged) Greatest Enemy could just barely contain himself.

‘I love you I love you I love you’

—

Lucifer brings you another scroll one sunny day, and you find it riddled with names.

“I’ve been thinking about what to call him or her, so I made a list! …Kinda, sorta during a meeting… whatever, it wasn’t that important!”

Oh, you could see that.

“Do you like any of them? Which are your favorites? No! Gimme your top 5!” His jubilation is so innocent, but something inside you hitches.

“Does it actually matter what I think?” You chuckled.

“Of course it does!” He cried. “You’re the mo— uh… you’re putting in most of the work!”

The weak save went unchallenged. You were already circling names, likening the process to navigating a minefield as you looked through a long line of names you couldn’t even pronounce or read.

‘Ehb

Horus

Azor

Carlton’

“What about a girl?” Lucifer asked out of the blue.

Your head cocked to the side as you realized your picks had been relegated to just one side of the endless list. That he’d written down names for boys and for girls struck you as odd.

“You think it’ll be a girl?”

Lucifer looked at you with a curious gaze. “Could be, couldn’t it?”

After a moment, you shrugged. “I guess so…”

The King’s confusion crinkled around his eyes and caused an uncanny few lines in his otherwise perfect forehead. You flick the pen at him teasingly to wipe the look from his face.

You write a few names down, and watch with a smirk as his frown turns upside down.

‘Adrienne

Charlotte

Maleficent’

You ignored the painful thought that this was a pointless endeavor. Naming a dead thing.

—

With eyebrows raised, you sat waiting dutifully, hands clasped over your stomach while he rummaged through the box.

“Aha!” He pulled out two red objects, one in each hand, and knee’d the chest out of the way to present them to you.

“Surprise!”

Two remarkably crafted stuffed animals were set before you on the couch cushion.

Goats.

It took you a second to place them, staring at their intricate appearances — covered in fluffy red fur from head to cloven hoof, with large yellow eyes and tiny red smiles stitched on their stark white muzzles.

Shiny, metallic-looking horns curled over the curvature of their little heads, tips almost touching the tiny approximations of wings protruding from their backs. You noticed that the little wings were also sticking out of the backs of their tiny tuxedo suits; solid black to further contrast their Luciferean color schemes.

An uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal escaped you.

Damn these hormones. You internally chastised yourself while reaching out to finger at the detailed plushies.

“They’re so cute!” You admired the unbelievable softness of one’s fur, hand overlapping with Lucifer’s as you turned it this way and that. His grin was so wide in your peripheral vision as he soaked up your fawning.

“Aren’t they?!” Lucifer squealed along with you. “They’re twins! But see this one has lighter fur and this one has sharper eyes. I tried to give them little differences so they had some individuality.”

“Michael and I looked so similar in the Beginning, a ton of people always got us mixed up. Sometimes it was fun, but I got tired of hearing him bitch about it after the first couple centuries.”

A more serene countenance overtook your counterpart, with his line of sight drifting off to the floor beside you. Lost in thought. Or perhaps reminiscing.

“Michael?” You asked gently.

“My brother.” Lucifer replied.

“Ohh, I think I remember… is he a Prince of Hell too?”

The formerly Divine man frowned. “… No. Not him.”

A shadow fell over you both, distant sadness suffusing the air. You reached for him instantly, only for Lucifer to switch on like a lightbulb and grin manically.

“Oh well! Who knows, maybe he took Dad’s side just to make sure no one ever confused us for each other ever again!”

You pulled away. “… right.”

Lucifer shook his head after a glance in your direction.

“Um, so, I was thinking…” He began. “Maybe we give one to the baby an-nd… one could stay here… with you…”

There was no hiding the confusion that crossed your face.

You ‘tsk’ed. “You wanna deny the baby half this cuteness?”

In response, Lucifer tittered, still adamant on looking around the room instead of meeting your gaze head on. “Hah, no. I was thinking that, maybe, we could keep one of them here and… and then they could reunite every time the baby and I… or just the baby… visit…”

Slow realization made your already weak constitution roil.

Perhaps, if you’d been yourself and not the hollow shell of a person you’d become while pregnant, you would’ve been angry. Or upset enough to shout. Maybe you would’ve gotten up and left him there on his lonesome, wordlessly demanding he not entertain that idea ever again.

Certainly, the You from before this insane, impossible scenario wouldn’t hesitate to react melodramatically.

You sighed, fiddling with one of the goat’s tails. “Oh Lou…”

He cringed beneath the weight of your words, laden with a heaviness that harshened his already guilty conscience.

“Wait, before you say no —” Lucifer felt his mouth running away from him. “Maybe you could think about it and then decide? Maybe after they’re born?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. I don’t expect anything from you.”

“You’re expecting me to be its mother.” Your tone broke no room for argument.

Mauve eyelids drooped as Lucifer looked down in shame. “I — ”

“I wouldn’t make a good mom.” Your statement stopped him in his tracks.

Frustration simmered in Lucifer, slowly creeping into his expression as you continued, unrelenting. His posture went rigid, hands beginning to clench at his sides.

“It’s not that I don’t care. I probably care too much, actually.” You admitted.

It was true. Regardless of your paranoia and how justified it was or not, the sole basis for why you felt the need to argue in the first place —

(And wasn’t that just pathetic? You had feelings for the Epitome of Evil and had entertained being safe and happy with him)

— the reality was that you’d been a broken human being before this cosmic impossibility entered your life.

“I just don’t…” You sighed. “I wouldn’t be a good part of their life if I was in it.”

Your head whipped up, vision spotting when Lucifer blurted:

“You are the best part of my life.”

He looked angry. Furious. So much so that the sclera around his irises began to radiate a blood-red.

“Do you know how hard it is? To leave you? I have to convince myself every single time that you’ll still be here when I return!” Lucifer claimed. “And soon I won’t even be able to do that!”

“I don’t want to say goodbye forever! I… I l…”

You shuddered, stiffening in your seat. As soon as he realized, Lucifer’s display was cowed.

“Fuck, are you alright? I’m not — I don’t know what came over me!”

You shook your head. “No.”

“It stopped.” You whispered.

Lucifer’s grip trembled around your wrists. “Stopped?”

His breathless echo of your words drew your eyes up. You saw the storm brewing in his ruby eyes, as even though he waited for you to elaborate, a million thoughts pelting at his brain like hail.

“The pain stopped.” You said.

Your hands felt over the bump beneath your breasts, as if you might find the imaginary ‘off’ button and turn it back on.

It was ludicrous to think about, but you immediately wished for the agony that had been crippling you to return if it meant that this baby wasn’t… wasn’t…

Tears glistened in your eyes. Lucifer drew you to his chest in spite of the fear that was pulling his shoulders taut.

“Wh-what did you do today? Anything different?” The ex-Angel asked shakily.

His eyes scanned you up and down, lingering on the little dolls he’d just gifted you.

“No… n-no, nothing different.” You said. “I was in bed all morning, and th… then Cass was here and we had tea… we went out and walked a little bit outside.”

“Did you fall?” The King hedged.

You gasped, eyes widening. Instinctively your arms wrapped around your middle at the foreign feeling emanating from within.

“Did…! You fell??” He panicked, grabbing onto you like a life raft. “Where? On what?!”

His words drifted away as you were enveloped in the strangest surge of feeling you’d ever experienced.

You could only just muster up the energy to shake your head.

Sudden warmth.

And pressure.

A tiny flutter, one you’d never felt before.

You inhaled quickly yet deeply at the feeling of something pressing against your belly-button from the inside.

It made you grin, hands coming back to grab for Lucifer’s own and to pull them to your stomach. “They’re alive!”

The man’s jaw went slack, staring sightlessly for just as long as it took to soak up the sudden heat there. The baby took pity on its poor, trembling father and kicked again.

It was Lucifer’s turn to gasp, looking back and forth between you and the bump with dawning awe.

“It is!” He laughed, a tad bit hysterically. “It — they are alive!”

“… And… glowing…”

“You’re glowing!”

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ventismacchiato · 1 month

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RAFAYEL HEADCANONS

canon complaint, established relationship

sorry guys, can u tell i have a favorite

matching everything. phone charms. earrings. nails. socks. you name it, he’ll buy everything in two.

begs you every other day to get a matching tattoo with him. he’s even drawn up multiple designs for you to choose from and will keep asking you until you eventually agree, how could you refuse?

hates cats, says he’s allergic (he’s not) but will run out the room when your cat walks in when he’s staying over. one time you asked him to feed it when you were away on a mission and you watched through your cat cam as it took him fifteen minutes to get the bravery to even get five feet near your cat.

so very chronically online. he’s a certified yapper. you’re his only follower on his private twitter and best believe he’s posting every single thought he has, and he expects you to reply to every single one. also asks you to match profile photos, but he has commitment issues so you guys change them almost every week.

you usually wake up to at least one voice note from him, minimum of five minutes long. you got used to playing them as podcasts as you got ready for work.

honestly he already probably gets his nails done, but will let you do them for him. more so force you, he’s lazy. but if you like to have yours done he would be able to do the prettiest designs for you.

aquarium dates are his favorite, no need to get a guide because rafayel will talk your ear off the moment you’re inside.

boy who cried wolf. fakes being sick for your attention so much so that you don’t even believe him when he actually is. not until thomas tells you that rafa has been whining about missing you in bed.

clearly has abandonment issues and gets upset when you don’t let him know where you are or if you’re okay. he’ll show up at your apartment the few times you pass out from a mission and forget to reply, ready to be mad at you. but the moment he sees your wounds and tired eye bags he loses any ounce of anger he once had.

love language is quality time, doesn’t matter what you’re doing as long as it’s together. he’s the type to tag along when you need to go grocery shopping or pick up something. he just likes to be beside you.

he is a brat, so he’ll laugh as he watches you struggle to carry all the groceries back inside. but it’ll only last a few seconds before he scoops them from you. if you guys go to a carnival together his immediate thought is to win every prize there. it’s only when he’s sucked the poor booths dry is when you have to tug him away.

claw machine dates are weekly and mandatory, but if you think you’re getting a turn think again. he gets too into it and forgets to share. you’ve come to learn you just need to pry him away from it

always follows the sidewalk rule but in return will make a big deal out of you opening doors for him since you’re his bodyguard. he’s the girlfriend in the relationship fr

that’s not the entire time though, when it’s just you two and he’s all worn out from being annoying all day his tone will go softer and his gaze warmer. he loves you he really does he just showcases it weirdly

constantly asking, morelike begging, you to stay the night. even if you have work the next day he says he needs you to fall asleep. it’s happened so many times you eventually brought one of your uniforms over and some clothes so you could spend the night and still go to work. it’s hard not to give in to him.

loves pda. if it was up to him he’d have his hands on you constantly. will get sulky if you don’t hold his hand when you go out.

much like xavier i don’t think he would enjoy working out. but if you need to go to the gym to train he’ll sit on a yoga ball beside your treadmill and talk your ear off. he’ll spot you on the machines but won’t go near anything. he will offer to sit on your back as you do push-ups though. you decline.

nsfw

probably a switch but after seeing his tipsy invitation and ebb and flow scenes he’s giving he prefers to be on the bottom. probably bratty at the beginning but he according to the cards he gives in pretty easily, letting mc tie him up and referring to you as master likeeee. i feel like he just wants you to enjoy it more than he wants to enjoy it. gets off at seeing you get off type of deal.

he’s giving pillow princess vibes but if you ask he’ll give you the same treatment but tease you the entire time tbh he’s sooo bratty but i can’t see him being a hard mean dom. like he’ll give into you but make you work for it. edging kink all the way

“hmm, should i stop? i can’t let you finish this quick.”

“wow i didn’t know you were so sensitive here.”

“i haven’t even used my fingers yet and you’re already this wet.”

100% down to try any sex toy can you imagine him buying some sort of tentacle dildo as a joke cus he’s a mermaid but then you end up actually using it on him one night

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signed-loni · 4 months

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hi!! do you think you could to sal, larry, ash, and todds reaction to you having a broken bone? (rib, leg, arm, etc) thank you ! :)

Mwa ha ha ha ha….

I HAVENT POSTED A STORY AT ALL FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS SO HERE YOU GO

anyhoo any shoe, here you gooooo

warnings: cussing, broken bones (idk man could b a trigger)

🎭Sal🎮

So, you were just like…playing stupid games, and how did that end? You getting stupid prizes.

you were known against not only your family, but to your entire school for being a klutz.

you didn’t know what was wrong with you, you kinda just attracted accidents

so, it was no surprise that when you chose to climb a tree just for gits and shiggles, you fell down and broke your leg.

at first, all you could feel was shock. But then, it settled in.

you were screaming, crying, it was low key kinda sad..💀

JK you took that shi like a boss

not really

but sal and Larry heard you from larrysroom due to you being right in the back, climbing a tree close to the treehouse.

they rushed out, immediately going to your aid, Sal being the first to come up to you and tell Larry to call an ambulance.

he cradled you in his arms as you cried, you gripping onto his jacket, screaming his name

“fuck sal!! Please sally, please it hurts, it hurts it hurts! Fuck!”

all sal could do was run a hand through your hair and try and comfort you

“its gonna be okay my love, its gonna be okay”

waited in the waiting room the entire time you guys were at the ER

refused to leave without you

you walked out of the ER about an hour later with a cast on your leg and crutches

sally said you looked like slenderman with the crutches

made you feel a bit better.

🎸Larry🍃

what had happend was, you and larry were cruising around nockfell, doing stupid shit like ding dong ditch, getting a bunch of snacks and going behind the 7/11 you guys got them from to smoke, cute, rebellious highschool couple shit

until you guys went to the lake.

you and larry decided to try and walk on the ice at the lake, and when you got there, you didnt know how thick it was, so parry bet you 50 dollars to jump off the dock and on the ice

mind you, the dock is pretty high up from the water

so, you booked it to the dock, running up and and falling on the ice with FULL FORCE

you slipped back and landed on your arm, twisting it back and breaking it

you looked up from where you were to larry, and as he was laughing his ass off and walking toawrds you to help you, you look up at him and say “larry, i think I just broke my fucking arm”

larry looks dumbfounded

he stays like that until you rip a scream from your throat, not being able to contain the immense pain you felt in your arm

“Fuck!!”

larry shouts as he fumbles for his phone to call and ambulance and sal as quickly as he could

when the ambulance gets there, sal and larry are both panicking, they dont know wtf to do

you crying, shouting, and screaming, and theyve never seen you like this

when you get to the ER, larrys panicking, but like over things that arent even related to a broken arm

“dude what if her leg hurts!!” “larry, her arm is BROKEN.”

its was kinda funny

when you walk out, larry immediately runs up to you and hugs you as toght as he can. He was worried as FUCKKKKK

Sal runs up to you to, and also hugs you, hut not as tight

“next time larry, lets check how slippery the ice is before we test how hard it is”

💜Ash🥀

Decided to take you on a sledding date

yeah, NOT FUCKING FUN FOR U

Ash, bless her heart, had no idea what was going to happen. Poor girl just thought “hey its winter, how bout I take them on a snow related date!”

turns out the slop was too high, and TOO DANGEROUS

Because u guys didnt go to some a place that provided an area for sledding, you just found a tall slope and slid down it

turns out, you suck at sledding!

because not even a couple minutes after you went down, you lost control and fell out of your sled, rolling and tumbling down the hill, a lot of your weight going to your side and on top of your arm, and all you could hear was *CRACK* and also the very loud scream that erupted from your throat

Ash freaks the FUCK OUT when she hears you scream from behind her, you getting on your knees and just fuckin SOBBING

Couldnt stop, so she sled as fast as she could down the hill and ran like the fucking flash to tour side to ask what happend

“I f-fell-l off m-my sle-ed and fell a-nd i th-i-ink i b-broke my ar-r-rm” you said between sniffs and crys and quick breaths

Ash immediately calls 911 and is almost YELLING at the paramedics to get there already because shes fuckin WORRIED

paces around the waiting room cus shes nervous and feels like shit for being the reason of your pain (shes not but she cant help but feel like she is since shes the one who made u sled with her)

A while after the incident, she’s constantly trying to pay you back for being the “reason of your pain” when she was the exact opposite since she literally called the hospital and stuck with you the entire time?? Her logic is funny

🧡Todd🔍

(okay im gonna be 100 percent honest, Todd is just not my favorite to write for, for multiple reasons, so im gonna put him in a situation where he WASNT with u, and was just called up by sal or larry frantic on the phone like “uhhh, y/n broke a rib” or smth😭 )

Todd was minding his business, working mindlessly away on an essay and trying his hardest to ignore the STANK of weed in his apartment.

was almost done with his essay, when he gets a call from Larry saying “Dude! Y/n totally broke theyre fuckin leg!! Its in like a gnarly ass bent shape!! Like a fuckin triangle or some shit!” And then gets cut off by sal,-“Todd, you shouod probably come right now. Y/n had a totally freak accident and broke their leg. They probably want to see you”

Todds on the other end like “wtf just happend”

Regardless, speeds over to the hospital as auick as he can to see what happend and what Sal and Larry did to hurt his beloved partner

doesnt help sal or larry with homework for the next 3 months, or until you heal

A/N: OMFG IM SOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST!! I feel bad cus i have so many things in my drafts🥲🥲 anyhoo hoped you enjoyed this!! Remember your not aline in your journey, and theres always someone u can talj to :)) Xoxo, loni

#sally face #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sally face hcs #todd morrison hcs #todd morrison x reader #todd morrison #ashley campbell hcs #ashley campbell x reader

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acehoons · 11 months

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zb1’s reactions to their idol!s/o’s performance at an award show . . !

☆! ot9 x reader. fluff. 740 words. requested. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[ 🎧 ] now playing . . favorite girl by justin bieber

a/n: reader is only a best friend in yujin’s part! you can look at it romantically but it was not written that way.

% . . kim jiwoong

literally the MOST excited

has to physically stop himself from jumping in his seat once the hosts announce that your group was about to perform next

does not gaf if there are cameras, he WILL cheer you on

smiling the whole time lmao

brags to the other zb1 members about you

“see that? that’s my s/o!!!”

has dozens of fancams of him hyping you up from where he’s sat

your biggest fanboy, i swear

more utc.

% . . zhang hao

turns into a pageant mom

has his eyes glued to the screen, monitoring your moves

honestly fans thought he was upset at u or something, but in reality he was just so utterly focused and transfixed by you

smiles so wide by the time your performance finishes

won’t be able to talk to you right after because of the show

but expect a tight hug when the two of you meet backstage

“i’m so proud of you”

if he cries no you did not see it. yeah you did

% . . sung hanbin

another proud mom bf

is probably the loudest person in that venue/stadium

cheers your name extra loud during your group’s fanchant

forces the other members to cheer you on as well

has a clip of him trending online where he could be heard screaming

“go [y/n]! that’s my girl/boy!”

acts all shy after your performance ends

like he didn’t just yell at the top of his lungs moments ago

is just so incredibly happy for you

% . . seok matthew

smiling the whole time

this boy’s cheeks r probably gonna ache from how wide he’s smiling throughout the performance

would def sing along to your parts

tells the other members about how hard you’ve been practicing

“s/he practiced that high note for an entire week!!!”

can be seen taking videos of you on stage

will melt if you look at him mid-song

doesn’t care if people are filming him

his attention is all on YOU

% . . kim taerae

clapping the whole time

his eyes will never leave u i swear

cheers during your adlibs

def the type to praise u A LOT after performance

“babe you were AMAZING !!!”

laughs when he sees videos and photos of him reacting to your performance online

even shares some memes with you

he doesn’t mind it, just shows that he’s probably the proudest bf in the world when u perform

% . . shen quanrui

tries not to react much at first

gotta keep that cold image,, or so he thinks

def forgets that he’s supposed to be stoic and yells during your part

claps extra loudly and gives u a standing ovation after your performance

tries to praise you after but just gets embarrassed and shy

“you did.. well..”

might have secretly bought some flowers to give u after the show

i mean,, you deserve it right

% . . kim gyuvin

BOY

the stadium is going to SHAKE with how loud this mans is

cheers louder than ur fans istg

the type to be dancing with you during your performance

doesn’t care if and when the staff scolds him lmao what r they gonna do??? kick him out???

you could even hear his voice in one of the fancams for ur performance

“LET’S GO [Y/N] !!!!!!!”

will absolutey lose his mind if you get a killing part

someone save this boy

% . . park gunwook

will try his best not to cheer too loud

but he’ll lose his composure during your part and just screech

like. pterodactyl screaming.

prepare your ears after because this boy is not going to let you go until he’s praised you a thousand times

you thought your fans were loud? wait til’ you hear him backstage

“[Y/N]YOUWEREAMAZINGIMSOPROUDYOUDIDSO—”

will take photos of your performance and post it online to brag to everyone

i swear he’s probably the president of your fansclub or something

% . . han yujin

is absolutey mesmerized by you

his boba eyes would be twinkling while he watched you perform

would probably be speechless, unsure of how to react

wouldn’t even be able to cheer or clap for you, because he’s just, so shocked !!

“woah.. s/he’s so good..”

would congratulate you by giving you a real tight hug backstage

will definitely want to watch all of your other live performances from now on

you just got yourself another fanboy

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sanjisprincesswifey · 1 month

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Hi, can I request song 2 with luffy! I use they/them pronouns and my body preference is afab. And I’m ok with safe and nsfw.

Thx u :]

journey’s end (or falling out of love ft. luffy)

notes: emotionally intelligent luffy (so normal luffy), gender-neutral reader (though readers' gender is not specified), sfw content but cw for angst, 500+ words, thank u sm for participating!

luffy didn’t know when everything ended when the spark finally faded. he honestly thought it never would’ve. but if your captain was anything, it was truthful; he was a kind, honest man who would never want to hurt you.

but this morning, when the spring in his step no longer leaped over to you with joy and excitement, you knew there would be nothing but hurt in his wake.

you noticed it in his eyes, so beautiful and wide but carrying so much pain. they glance over to you, glazed over, no smile in sight as he asks if he could talk to you alone.

the uncharacteristic rain cloud that clung over his head burdened you with a dark, heavy feeling in your chest as you followed behind him. he had led you to the girl’s room, making sure that it was clear before he decided to speak.

“there is something i need to tell you,” he mutters, standing tall, but unable to keep your gaze.

the unfamiliar tone that is laced within each word tells you all that you need to know. your relationship over the past couple of weeks had been coasting, only luffy was brave enough to say anything about it.

you take a seat on the closest bed, legs shakey and unable to no longer keep you up, so you succumb to their will with tears already pricking in your ducts.

“i don’t want you to be mad at me,” he starts, shuffling closer to you.

you can only laugh in response, still finding his compassion as charming as ever, but you didn’t want him to beat around the bush this time. holding your hand up, you signal him to skip the niceties.

“i don’t think that i…” he glances up at you, a frown twinging his lips as if he was going to cry. “…that this relationship is going to work anymore.”

the deep breath that you had no idea you were holding in releases, along with a tear that trickles down your cheek. you nod, biting your lip gently, though it hurts you knew this was inevitable.

luffy stands there, unable to move. he so desperately wants to comfort you, gum-gum his arms tightly around your body, and assure you that everything is going to be okay. but that was the thing, he couldn’t tell you that, not when he stood here and broke your heart.

“do you not love me anymore?” you dare to ask, not wanting the answer but asking anyway.

he shakes his head, deciding that hearing probably wasn’t what’s best for you.

your head drops down, a quiet sob leaving you as your body reverberates from the actions.

a few tears of his own fall, sniffling before luffy wants to speak again. “can i hug you?” he asks, for probably the first time in your entire relationship never needing your permission to show you affection. he figured this time admission needed to be granted.

“please,” you croak, only letting out more cries when his warm embrace coddles you in the same, comforting way it always did.

it only eggs you on more when it does, in fact, help and your sobs die down until you’re sniffling on your shoulder. only this time, you knew the lingering loneliness would continue as soon as he let go.

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keepingitformyself · 11 months

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learning to warm cold hands

A/N: i don’t know what this is????? just a bunch of love nonsense because i was in the absolute mood for love (you’ll see). will it make sense? idk. the ending was intentionally made abrupt… hope u like it tho :]

synopsis: two people who love each other belong together. that’s it.

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: fluff?

warnings: none i don’t think…

please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.

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natasha still doesn’t know how to deal with it; being loved.

but every little obstacle she has ever faced in her life has been that she had to deal with it.

sometimes she’s still a bit astonished at the fact that she has an entire family who has her back, a sister who calls just to annoy her, a best friend who defends her, and you who she comes home to, to kiss and to love endlessly.

natasha thinks that in some sense she had always been in love with you. for the amount of time you’d know each other she thought it was so strange that it took so long for you to be together.

you were always there, in plain sight. then one day, the stars decided to align and you were there and she had finally seen the light.

so yes, natasha decides that you were the best thing she’s ever had to deal with. being in love with you? she will own up to it for as much as she can.

she has accepted the scary fact that she must let herself be known. she shall let you unravel her and climb inside her heart and choose to stay. she will deal with the consequences of it later, but she hopes not.

she carries a polaroid of you in her wallet as a reminder of this. it’s there when she opens it to pay for dinner with you, or groceries, or when she sees a bouquet of lillie’s she thinks you’d appreciate.

and when she comes home to your shared apartment you’re there in the kitchen cooking a meal for her.

‘my grandmas recipe. i know you loved them when she came to visit us.’ you say as you stir a pot on the stove. she lets out a laugh through her nose and comes up behind you for a hug.

‘i made it dairy free for you. i know you’re trying to cut that off a little.’ natasha’s heart swells even bigger.

when the food is ready and the table is set and you’ve put the lillie’s in a vase at the center of the table, you will sit together and eat. natasha will listen to you as you tell her about the dish.

how you cried chopping the onions and had to take a break in between, how much you thought about her liking this meal while you made it, and how you specifically only used red and orange peppers because you remember her telling you that ‘green is boring when it comes to vegetables’ and when you’re done with your rambling you’ll reach over the table and kiss her.

she’ll tell you she loves you and you tell her she has onion breath and you’ll both laugh and god being in love is such a beautiful thing.

but everyone has their bad days.

you usually enjoy the rainy weather but it’s that time of the month and it’s effecting your mood swings greatly. natasha offers to go out and buy your favorite snacks and a deli sandwich from the bodega two blocks down.

you decline her offer with a sad smile and hide yourself under the covers of your shared bed. natasha sighs, she knows you better than that. she knows how badly you want all those things but she also knows how much of an inconvenience you feel like when you get like this. she tries to let you know that she’s okay with going out in the rain to make you happier.

you don’t budge, instead you groan into the pillows and hide further into the sheets. ‘i just need to be alone for a while.’ you mutter, a bit annoyed.

with a new determined mindset she decides she’ll give you the space you need. she brushes off all comments you made and grabs her coat before quietly leaving out the front door.

the rain doesn’t bother her one bit. she makes it to the bodega in record timing and orders from the deli. your order leaves her mouth as if she were ordering for herself.

‘can i have teriyaki grilled chicken on a sourdough with three slices of mozzarella and honey mustard, some grilled onions on the side too, can you also toast the bread for about thirty seconds longer? please, thank you.’ she orders for herself and smiles at the man working the grill then sets off on finding your desired snacks.

she’s quick with it, easily acquiring the cucumber lime gatorade you love so much, a payday bar and baked hot cheetos. she pays at the front where her deli order waits and rushes home to you.

she checks her phone on the way only to find it with four missed calls from you. the worst comes to mind and she’s home within two minutes.

she finds you on the couch looking small, her heart drops when she spots the tears that stain your cheeks. ‘i thought you were upset after i told you i wanted space.’ you mumble out. natasha sighs and sets the stuff down. she takes careful steps towards you, afraid you might disappear if she does anything too quickly.

‘no..’ she grasps your cheeks, her thumb brushing along your cheekbones. ‘i just wanted to make you feel better.’ she kisses your forehead. ‘it wasn’t anything to do with me being upset.’

you look down almost in shame. you hate being so sensitive, it makes you worry even more and you feel like an even bigger bother when things like this happen. your mind gets way ahead of your heart and you let things bother you that you know shouldn’t.

natasha notices the wheels turning in your brain. she recognizes the mental battle you’re having with yourself. your shoulders slump a little, she knows you’re tired. you’re biting your lips to keep from saying anything.

‘hey..’ natasha whispers. her heart clenches a little. it’s such a silly thing, all this. the normal you wouldn’t have let anything get this far. she laughs a little at the fact. screw periods.

‘why are you laughing?’ you’re confused and your girlfriend is laughing at you. it makes her laugh a little more and you grow a little impatient.

natasha pulls you in closer. her arms enclose around your waist and her chin rests on your shoulder. ‘i love you, okay?’ she whispers it in your ear.

she hugs you tighter.

‘whatever you’re thinking right now is only half true.’ she tells you. you’re just as confused as ever and you’re about to ask her what she means but then she’s pulling away and grasping your cheeks in her hands.

‘i want to be inconvenienced by you.’ the look in her eyes is as soft as ever. her lips have a slight tremble to them. ‘please bother me, like all the time.’

‘you are the very notion of my existence. i want everything that i do to be for you.’ she says it with that raspy tone in her voice, you know she means everything she’s telling you.

you are putty in her hands at this point, she went out and ordered your favorite comfort meal in the pouring rain…after you told her not to. because she knows you. the intimacy of it all, she knows you and she chooses to stay after the stupid things that come out of being with you.

she notices the slight furrow of your eyebrows, you’re processing what she’s just told you. you never say anything, instead you pull her in and bury your nose into her shoulder. natasha hears your inhale and she holds you even tighter.

she smells like home. like the candle you love to leave on all day, the fabric softener you use to wash her clothes, that perfume you complimented her on your first date.

a silent understanding settles between you both.

you feel the absolute removal of any walls when around each other. you have seen sides of natasha not even her own best friend has seen, or her sister.

she makes the corniest jokes, you always laugh, sometimes snort and that makes you laugh even harder. when you’re having dinner it’s silent. but it’s a good silence. the silence is comfortable and she’s holding your hand while the other is holding her spoon and when either of you talk, it’s listening and you feel like the most heard person in the world.

it all feels so perfectly warm in the bubble you’ve created together. you feel so seperate from the rest of the world in the best ways possible. in the they don’t us like we know us kind of ways.

you pull away to look at her. your heart is cradled in her hands.

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #marvel

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lesbianrobin · 6 months

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rating stobin halloween costume options that u guys submitted!

doc brown (robin) and marty mcfly (steve): 7/10 using back to the future for them is very fun but it's a bit expected... a bit normie.... also steve would just look like himself i think like it would just look like robin was an old guy and steve didn't wear a costume.

kurt russell (steve) and the thing (robin): 9/10 the thought of robin constructing some horrific sfx costume to be the thing is fucking incredible and i think steve would enjoy being sexy kurt russell. also he would definitely tell people he was kurt russell and if they said you mean rj macready? he'd be like who?

snoopy (steve) and woodstock (robin): 5/10 ok i know i KNOW it's cute in theory but think about it in practice. how would they actually do these costumes. we know they're diy'ing this. i fear this would just be like t-shirts with some marker on them and perhaps scary-looking face paint. maybe it could be cute but idk i don't have faith in them </3

bert and ernie: 10/10 this would be absolutely iconic and i think they would slay. no notes.

cagney and lacey: 6/10 i must admit this one was my idea. i think it's not recognizable enough and they'd be explaining it all night but i just love the thought of them having such a dykey couple costume.

bonnie and clyde: 7/10 once again i fear this might not be super recognizable but it is a fun idea and they'd look so hot.

ripley and the alien: 9/10 i worry about how they're gonna pull off the alien but i like to imagine that steve is wearing the panties + tank top combo and that is worth enough for me to set aside practicality.

the blues brothers: 9/10 they would look so sexy and have so much fun in their little matching suits <3

batman (robin) and robin (steve): 10/10 this would be so fucking cute and i Know they would spend the entire night waiting for somebody to say robin's name so they could both go "yes?" at the same time and then giggle like little children.

hammer and sickle: 7/10 idk how they would do this one but i thought of it weeks ago and haven't stopped laughing at my own idea since.

merry and pippin: 9/10 because when i got the ask suggesting this costume i almost cried bc it is just so precious to imagine HOWEVER if they went to a halloween party barefoot i'd have to kill myself.

shaggy and fred: 8/10 very cute but i feel like they need a scooby...

twins from the parent trap (1961): 9/10 this one is so funny to me like it's such a funny reference to make and it also implies that either they get wigs or they get the same haircut which is just an incredible visual.

princess leia (steve) and han solo (robin): 7/10 ok listen. listen hear me out. i love the gender fuckery we know this BUT i truly believe that steve would refuse to do a star wars costume if he couldn't be han solo. like i just don't think he would do it. however if she could convince him then robin would absolutely eat! it would be so sexy she would be absolutely crushing it with the ladies.

miracle max and valerie: 7/10 ok listen i support this one but it's just not my favorite. like it's funny it's unique it's original but i think steve wants to be sexy on halloween and i also suspect they would have to explain this one a lot.

salt and pepper shakers: 8/10 it's giving blues clues and i love it. very much classic couples costume but the classics are classics for a reason!

wesley (steve) and inigo montoya (robin): 10/10 hot. imagine robin doing the little monologue. steve wearing the mask. them fencing with like toy lightsabers or something. this one fucking rules.

ok that's it thank you for attending my presentation <3 love u all xoxo bye

#em talks #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #genuinely platonic soulmates

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foursaints · 3 months

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barty has a certified Evan Kink but what else specifically 👀👀👀

grim made a post here that i agree with & im going to reiterate some of it! but generally my barty is pretty disgusting so i’m putting this under a cut lmao…. Beware..... i know i just said i want my asks to be less horny but im not helping. this is so explicit seriously if you are one of my cool mutuals look away (fern do NOT read this i will be so mad)

prefacing this by saying 😭😭 these are NOT my personal preferences i’m simply huffing the fumes like the oracle at Delphi and divining into his mind. also with evan he gets way more switchy but these are just how i see his usual preferences in general

24/7 power play (as grim said) and free use. barty gets off on blurring the lines between kink and reality and having complete control over his partner sexually but he does it in a sort of irreverent, half-joking-but-not-really-joking way. he’ll casually make his partner lick his boot and he’ll laugh and pat them on the head and get up to go make dinner. bend them over while they’re doing dishes because He Can Have Them Any Time & not let them finish because it’s his decision. that sort of thing

(but u have to put it in context like outside the bedroom that man is SO whipped. he’s calling evan his brainless fuckdoll but he’s also walking 4 miles in the snow to get him the specific type of croissant he wants)

to me there’s a major incongruity between barty’s fantasies and his actual preferences. he jerks off to the idea of keeping his partner collared & silent & pretty & obedient and dolled up and sat quietly on a pillow all day waiting to please him. but he would hate that irl and in reality he LOVES evan’s bitching and bossing him around. its so much more fun

FAKE KIDNAPPING (as grim said). SO REAL! HE IS THE KIDNAPPER! IN A SKI MASK!

in general my barty is concerningly into cnc but only if its super negotiated and desired. hes checking in beforehand and throughout 800x but like? with evan? they are going the whole nine yards. he wants to pin him down and Take Him while he screams and struggles and cries and fails to fight him off

while barty is cooing and salivating over him and petting his hair and licking his tears and mockingly telling him how sweet & weak he is and how perfectly evan takes him. btw

overstimulation. both giving and receiving.

he’ll make his partner get off like eight times daily because he finds overstim entertaining. like he’s not even getting anything out of it at this point. just whenever he’s bored he’ll sit his partner on his knee for the third time that day and play with them until they cry while he scrolls his phone

this next one shows up mostly in his dirty talk and his habit of manhandling but like? objectification? but in the weird possessive sense of “wow you are so perfect and pretty it’s like you’re a cute little toy that exists Just For Me” <- that type of vibe. he chooses to believe you were Invented to Be Fucked By Him

and his dirty talk is so meeeaaaan like he could be doing the most depraved thing ever and speaking in a casual tone of voice like he's making small talk. he's very condescending and asks a lot of demeaning questions and will laugh. he likes to see evan get angry and embarrassed and make him repeat filthy stuff

not really a kink bc i don’t think it’s something he seeks out or even thinks about much. but when he discovers evan rosier is a virgin he 100% gets SOOO weird and insane about it. bro is FROTHING

but aside from all of that. he loves giving himself up to evan completely and service top barty is Real. that’s an entirely different rodeo with its own set of… fucking… rodeo clowns? lassos? 20-page long notarized consent forms? this is an untenable metaphor. but anyway i also like to believe that rosekiller has very loving vanilla dynamic-less sex too because im a romantic like that. and also because they are soulmates

he’s SO awful but. you know. i love him anyway

#nsft #like SOOOO nsft #i need a cigarette #well. i wrote this in my inotes while cooking pasta. so there's that #im never looking at this again like im legitimately ashamed you guys #ENOUGH. FREE ME #a #rose & thorn

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cdbabymp3 · 2 months

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need to know what it's like when hamzahs high ... weird request??

𐙚faded ― hamzahthefantastic

summary: how i imagine hamzah would be high as well as w his gf ! these are just my own interpretations idk idk !

notes/warnings: sfw & slight nsfw !! (sections are marked) weed lol :3 NOT A WEIRD REQUEST AT ALL i was already planning on writing this

sfw

-he's a silly guy, but when he's high...

-soooo giggly and stupid dude

-this boy is laughing at damn near everything

"hamzah, what's so funny??"

"i forgot i was wearing pants for a second-UHHH AHAHAH... why do i wear these camo pants like every fuckin' day though? they should sponsor me, honestly. realtree or john deer .... i could run them a check, y'know?"

^he kinda just talks to himself 😭

-he's less uptight about certain things and you can tell

-normally if you guys come home and there's a bunch of dirty dishes or there's traffic on the way to a dinner date reservation he'll get quiet and stressed

-but when he's had a couple hits literally nothing matters lmao

-dirty dishes? whatever, he'll opt to watch a movie with you instead and do it later

-traffic? no biggie, he'll blast your shared playlist and sing every lyric at the top of his lungs

-he's way more needy when he's high, physically and emotionally

-grabs your hand to stay when you get up from the couch to go pee

-has definitely cried over the phone to you while high before bc he missed you :(

-since he's not an overly sappy person sober, when he's high it all sort of spills out

"i just love you, y/n, i love you so much. i feel like i never show you or say it enough but-fuck i do. i do i do i do..." and he'll kiss the entire surface area of your face until you have to pry him off of you to breathe

-the munchies after are actually insane ... a whole ass mukbang feast !! he's shirtless (beanie still on ofc) fucking up chicken sandwich after chicken sandwich and feeding you fries 💝

-likes to get high with you so much more than on his own

-he'll put on music and you guys will dance or lay on the floor and just spout the most personal, deep conversations

-you guys tried to hotbox in his car one time and martin complained about the smell for WEEKS so smoke sessions have been reserved to hamzah's living room and back patio since then

nsfw

-when he's high he fucks how he wishes he could when sober

-he's overall less anxious about satisfying you or not being good at what he's doing

-he lets loose for sure ...

-thinks he's being all rough (he's really not) but it's definitely different than his usual submissive tendencies

-since he's so in tune with his body when high, he's going inside you deep ... and slow ... so fucking slow ....

-he goes so deep to the point where you have to put a hand against his torso to stagger his thrusts

-sex when he's high is more for the feeling of doing it rather than finishing (for him at least, he always makes sure you finish<3)

-LOVES to shotgun the smoke into your mouth and give you a fat sloppy kiss afterwards

i hate how this turned out

oh well !! many more requests to get to 👩‍🍳

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satorubrain · 11 months

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Uh hello can you make a classic cuddling with headpats and comforting drunk crying gojo anddd ruffling his hair while he mumble his problems out and "gojo" and "fem reader" end up playing videogames and laughing while tickle fighting or something you have the option of the ending, but fluffy make it the fluffiest fluff u can :D and thanks

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!!!!!!!

A/N: I LOVE PAMPERING SATORU SO MUCH

"Oh?" Satoru mumbles to himself, confused, after opening the leftover tiffin just to find out you've hidden away chocolates from him. He's dumbfounded, you've never hidden away any sweets from him so why now? Hurt and baffled, he pops multiple pieces of the chocolate into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the chocolates, enjoying the taste of it as it melts down and he gulps it down. Before he knows, he's already the entire box in a couple of minutes.

Satisfied with his decision, he decides to finally confront you about your horrible secrecy.

"Oh." This time he realizes why you hid the chocolates away as his balance falters, causing him to sit on the ground. No wonder the chocolates tasted a bit different too. They were alcohol infused chocolates.

Nothing would've ever prepared you for the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, fully crying.

"SATORU??!" You scream in horror as you rush to him before dropping to your knees, gently wiping his tears away. "H-hey, what's wrong?" you inquire with a crack in your voice. You feel your heart breaking and torn into shreds as Satoru pulls you into a tight hug, fully sobbing.

"I lo-ve y-you sho much" he cries out. "so please don' hi-de things from me and don' get angy. N-no matter how much i tr-oubl youuu" he hiccups, still sobbing, seeking any form of comfort from you.

Seeing the empty box on the ground beside the open fridge is enough evidence to tell you the story. The raging heartbeat and the sickening feeling in your stomach are slowly dissipating but it won't fully go away till your beloved has calmed down.

You pat his back, trying to comfort him "Don't worry Satoru, I'm right here aren't I?" you assure him, freeing yourself from his grip before cupping his cheeks and giving him a gentle kiss. "and I'm always going to love you, okay?"

Satoru nods, still frowning slightly as his sobs calm down before he raises his hand, stretching out his little finger "promish?"

You tear up at his adorable actions and you're sure your heart is going to combust if he gets any cuter. Giggling you raise your pinkie before intertwining with his "Promise!" you pledge, eternally committing to him.

"Now, my big baby, let's sit in a much more comfortable place?" You inform him as you pick both of you up. Him putting his weight on you while wrapping his arms around your waist, causing you to skip your steps eliciting soft giggles from him.

You help him to your shared bedroom before gently putting him down but he decides to drag you with him, pinning you under him. Placing sloppy kisses on your neck, rather tickling you.

Seeming satisfied with your laugh thanks to his mischievous behavior, he soon falls asleep on top of you trapping you both in an extremely uncomfortable position.

Honestly, the roller coaster of the ride he went through in less than half an hour doesn't even faze you. Fully knowing how his brain works in his own mysterious ways and at his unique pace.

Nor are you surprised when he gives you a little ring which perfectly fits in your pinkie. After all there's absolutely no way he'll ever forget any moment spent with you no matter how intoxicated he might be.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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intheticklecloset · 1 month

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Hii! Aaaa this is such a cute idea, okok

For the lemonade thingy, may I please do watermelon and "going to the beach"? For the fandom, I was thinking Bungo Stray Dogs! My initial plan was to ask for Atsushi and Akutagawa, but considering you mentioned getting burnt out on them, may I ask for Dazai and Kunikida if you do get burnt out?

I don't really have any sentence starters in mind, but I trust your ability as a writer! Your fics are always the best >u< Thankies so much~!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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“Tell me you’re not wearing that coat on the beach, Ryu.”

“You know I am.”

Atsushi did know, and despite how out of place he knew it would make his boyfriend look, he understood why he insisted on wearing it. They’d be in a public place, surrounded by potential threats. He needed – wanted – to have it on him.

“All right,” the weretiger conceded, putting his prepacked beach bag by the door and turning to face his partner with a small smile. “But before we go out there and you roast alive inside that thing…can I at least see you shirtless in here?”

Akutagawa paused. He considered for a long few moments, then slowly shrugged out of his black overcoat and draped it gently across the bed. Thin white fingers moved to the top button of his shirt, sliding to each next one slower than the last. By the time he’d reached the last two, he’d stopped entirely, visibly torn.

“Weretiger…”

“It’s okay,” Atsushi said hurriedly, moving to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist. “You don’t have to. I’m impressed you got that far, actually.”

Akutagawa seemed to relax, relieved he wasn’t being pressured into taking a step he wasn’t entirely ready for. “One day,” he promised.

“I know,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t rush yourself, all right? Only when you’re ready, Ryu.”

Akutagawa kissed him to show his gratitude, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi kissed him back for a minute, then pulled away and grinned. “You know, you did get most of the shirt unbuttoned.”

“I did.”

“Which means you’ve given me access to most of your upper body.”

“…weretiger?”

Atsushi slipped his fingers into Akutagawa’s open shirt, gently scribbling along his upper ribs, fully prepared for the struggling that would follow. He giggled along with his boyfriend as they collapsed onto the bed together, Atsushi on top, tickling easily and ruthlessly as Aku grunted and whimpered and essentially did everything in his power not to laugh.

“Come on, Ryu,” Atsushi teased softly, grasping his wrists and pushing them above his head when he tried to fight back, his free hand shifting into a half-tiger form with long, unbearably ticklish claws. He raked them gently along his boyfriend’s skin, but it was enough to make Akutagawa very nearly scream as he finally dissolved into raspy laughter.

“Gahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohohohop, weretihihihihihiger!” he cried, face lit up in a bright smile despite himself. He struggled uselessly, though it was clear he wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. Just caught off-guard. “I hahahahahahahahate you!”

“I just want to see you smile,” Atsushi cooed, purposely digging his claws in a little rougher, searching for the ultimate weak spots along the backs of Akutagawa’s ribs, enjoying how his struggling turned more frantic, his laughter more panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, no! Dohohohohon’t – not thahahahahahat spot, plehehehehehehease, weretiger!” Akutagawa begged, eyes alight with something akin to playfulness. Then his partner found the sweet spot, and he arched his back and screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!”

Atsushi smiled lovingly down at him as he writhed and cackled. “But I’m not going to get to do this all day. I want to get my fill now, Ryuunosuke~” He whispered the last word directly in his boyfriend’s ear, knowing it would make him go crazy.

Sure enough, Akutagawa howled with mirth, kicking uselessly and trying to squirm out of Atsushi’s grip, his adorable dimples finally making their appearance. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ATSUSHI!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Atsushi eventually moved on to tickle other spots, but not before he leaned down to soak up all of Akutagawa’s rare, crazed laughter with a passionate kiss.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bungo stray dogs #bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #shin soukoku #sskk #playful #cute #fluff #tickling #ticklish #tickle #not burnt out on shin soukoku yet!#decided to make it a “prepping for the beach” one since i've written a couple actually ON the beach already lol #i think it turned out pretty cute ^^

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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hiii i was wondering if u could do what seventeen would do/be like after they’ve had an argument with their s/o?

thank you for requesting!

seventeen after a fight

chan’s is suggestive. cheers/ty to @un-love for helping me assign these <3

seungcheol: breaks up with you because it was the worst fight you’ve ever had, and he can’t get the scene out of his head… the image of your undeniable shock as you registered the hurtful words he said. you get back together by the end of the week

jeonghan: stays close to you and quiet too. laying side by side on top of your white comforter. it’s cool. you’re cool too. maybe even cold, with your back to him and your eyes closed. he’ll touch your waist, not yet knowing the right thing to say, feeling sick to his stomach

joshua: gives you space but creates warmth at the same time. your favorite sweatshirt spins around in the dryer before it’s placed on the bed with a kiss to your head

jun: busies himself. makes dinner or heats up leftovers. hangs his jacket in the hall closet. sets the table. calls your name when the meal is ready. eating together breaks the ice

soonyoung: leaves but texts you not even ten minutes later if he can come back up. the message makes you laugh, mumbling something to yourself about how in love with him you are. he’s rubbing the back of his neck when you open the door, cheeks softly blushed

wonwoo: tells you he loves you and leaves. calls you later or sends a text first and then calls you. comes over early the next morning and embraces you in your doorway. can’t be bothered to wait until you’re alone in your apartment and he doesn’t care if any of your neighbors see. has his face nuzzled against your neck, kissing your skin, breathing you in

jihoon: apologizes. there’s this daze he falls into during a fight and it’s like everything around him isn’t quite right. sometimes it makes his words harsher. the look in his eyes too. but you’ll say his name, and he’ll feel his bare feet on the hardwood floor again. he’ll remember the picture hanging on the wall from last summer, and apologize

seokmin: wants to hold you. cries against your chest. dampens the sweater you’re wearing. you run your fingers through his hair. it always feels so stupid once the fight is through, and you’re left in this painful mood

mingyu: the fight ended in the living room and neither one of you have the energy to move. looking at him breaks your heart. he’s watching the same spot on the carpet, tears falling. it was a small fight. more like an argument, but he’s so sensitive. you call his name. he looks at you before focusing on the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. he apologizes, and his voice breaks at the end. you’re on your feet immediately, quickly falling into his lap with your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair. he’s holding you so tightly, whispering words that ache your entire being to hear. he shouldn’t feel this bad. he always feels so bad

minghao: reads in the living room. is incredibly aware of where you are even if it doesn’t seem like it. follows your figure when your back’s to him. opens his mouth to only close it time and time again. you approach him first, take a seat in the armchair, and hope he looks at you. either way, you ask what he’s thinking about

seungkwan: beats himself up. can’t look at you. cries choked sobs as he puts his shoes on and doesn’t come back until he’s ready to face you

hansol: sitting outside together in silence. for hours. it’s gone all night before. you cry again, and he holds your hand. he hates the way it’s become familiar

chan: asks what you need from him. he’ll leave if that’s what you want. he’ll kiss you until you can’t breathe. he’ll take off all his clothes and hold your gaze. it doesn’t matter. he’s just thinking about you, all focused on you

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doimaru · 9 months

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LIKE WE JUST MET (p.js)

apart of a collection ⤳ ISTJ masterlist pairing: first love!jisung x reader genre: fluff wc: 2.5k synopsis: Coming back to South Korea after so many years, you hope that things hadn't changed much. But, how much many things can stay the same? And how many people can really wait for you after 6 years? note: i was also using broken melodies as inspiration if u squint since i couldn't decide between the two at first... and yes it's cringe and corny but it was the only way i could make the idea work!!! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you stepped into your parents’ car. It had been years since you’ve been in Seoul, yet everything seemed the exact same as you had left it. The airport was still busy as you remembered, and your parents' car still smelled just like lemons. Your little brother smiles cheekily at you before squealing, “How does it feel to be home, sis? I can’t wait to tell you everything you missed!” and you swear you would have cried just hearing his voice. It was different than it was 7 years ago now that he went through puberty. It wasn’t just that he went through puberty, but that you were finally hearing it in real life and not over a phone or facetime call. “It feels the same,” you say, making contact with your dad in the rear view mirror before continuing, “but everyone’s just… older?” you say hesitantly. Your family laughs at your comment before your mom sniffles quietly. “Mom? Are you crying?” you ask while putting your hand partly on her shoulder and partly on the back of her car seat while she laughs again. “It’s just that we haven’t been a full family in a long time, you know?” she says, looking back and smiling at you sweetly. You smile back as your dad grabs her hand and gives it a kiss, while mumbling “Well we’re here now, honey.”

You stood on the sidewalk in front of your house as you heard the box truck unload behind you. This moment was so familiar, as it felt like it was the summer before grade 8 all over again, when you moved to America with your dad. You sighed as you recalled how many friends you made cry that day as you looked down the road to the park where kids played. Where you once played with your friends. You stared back at your house before walking inside it after so many years.

You grinned brightly at your group of friends pulling up to your house on their bright, multi-colored scooters. “_____! What’s with these boxes?” Jisung asked as he swatted away the empty cardboard box that was about to fall onto him. “Jisung, you haven’t heard? Our _____ is moving…” Ningning sniffles a fake tear and wipes it off. Jisung’s eyes went wide and shooed all of your friends home to “privately talk to you” (everyone knew you were crushing on each other, it was quite obvious). Not before Jake screamed “They’re going to get their braces stuck together trying to kiss!” and Ningning laughing obnoxiously while skating away. You saw Jisung’s red-tinted cheeks before you gave him a sweet smile and led him into your backyard and inside your treehouse. Jisung and you always loved staying in it until late as it was adorned with multiple fairy lights, many pillows, and the ground was lined with fluffy blankets. Jisung smiled at you sadly, before encasing his small hand over your smaller ones. “____… You won’t forget me and find a new boyfriend wherever you go, right?” he asks timidly. “I won’t, if you’ll promise to stay here until I come back from America!” you look at him fondly as his eyes shift around, anxious. He finally makes eye contact with you before saying “Pinky promise.” and locking pinkies. Jisung began to speak, “ I—” “____! Come on, we need to get ready for the airport!” your dad interrupted him, Jisung just stayed silent before you yelled back at your dad, “5 minutes!” “Jisung, say what you need to say… I have to go soon.” you said before you saw him looking down at his legs, which were criss-crossed of course. “____… I’m going to miss you…” Jisung said and you swear you felt his voice falter into a softer voice than usual. “I’ll miss you too Jisung,” you started and hugged him. “I have to go now.” you said, disappointed that this was how your relationship with him was going to end. “I’ll tell my mom to call you often so we can talk! And don’t worry, I’ll find my way back to you.” you said before letting go of him, and you walked to the ladder. Jisung quickly trailed after you as he yelled your name. You turned around, looking at him confused about why he was pulling you closer before you felt it.

You felt his puckered lips meeting your slightly agape ones.

You gasped into his mouth and accidentally inhaled his breath, making him pull away and cough multiple times. He gave you a wonky smile before you reciprocated, speeding down the ladder before smiling even wider.

Your first kiss.

Walking into your house, you saw all of the photos of you hung up alongside the photos of your brother and family. You sat down at the couch before you looked around. You are right, nothing has changed in your house. There was no new furniture, not a single missing picture frame of you and your old friends. You grabbed one of Jisung, Sara, and you at the fair. You look lovingly at the photo, remembering this day clearer than any day in your childhood.

“Mom, I want that!” you screamed as you pointed at the beige and white hamster plush. The fair worker gently smiled at you before informing your mom that one play was $2. Your mom hurriedly shuffled around in her purse before pulling out six $1 bills, politely handing them to the fair worker. “Kids, go play!” she urged Jisung, Sara, and you to the stand. “This is going to be hard to win…” Sara mumbled before throwing the ball at the stack of empty bottles. In the end, your mom lost $12 dollars and you lost your dignity. None of you could even knock down three bottles, let alone six. You sulked towards the pirate ship before Jisung stopped in front of the line. “What’s wrong Jisung?” your mom asked as Sara and you both stopped walking, turning to face them. “I-I don’t want to go on this ride…” he mumbled before looking down, shamefully. “It’s okay! you girls go together, alright? I’ll stay here with Jisung.” your mom ushered you and Sara to go on the ride. Before you could protest, Sara pulled you by your linked hands white shouting “Come on!”

While on the ride, you looked everywhere for your mom and Jisung. You couldn’t find them at all, twisting your head in all sorts of ways before the ride stopped. Everyone rushed off the ride as you were still looking for your mom and Jisung. You heard Jisung yell your name before you snapped your head in the direction of his voice. You turned giddy as you felt Jisung wrap your hand around the soft, fluffy fur of the stuffed animal.

It was the hamster stuffed animal you wanted.

You squealed and hugged him as he laughed, saying into your ear “I got it for you!”As you pulled away you looked at him adoringly, and for the first time he felt shy under your gaze. You thanked him and looked at the plush again, then him.

It was the first day you started crushing on Jisung.

As you were about to walk up the stairs to your room, your mom called you. “____! Could you go to the store and pick up something, please? I forgot to go grocery shopping before picking you up from the airport.” Your mom spoke from downstairs, and you could smell the scent of braised meat rushing out of the kitchen as you walked towards the door. “Text me what you want!” you said before leaving the house.

You breathed in the cool, moist air of the grocery store before grabbing a red cart and opening your phone to see the grocery list and $50 of apple pay your mom sent you.

Eggs Milk Cereal (Anything your brother and you like) Salt Crackers You can get anything else you want with the extra. Love you!

You smiled at her text before looking for the items she requested. You placed the dark green box of Club Crackers into the cart as you wheeled it to the cereal section. You tried to remember what cereal your brother liked… Was it Frosted Flakes? Or Cheerios?

Scanning the isle, you took a lucky guess and looked for Frosted Flakes. You went to reach for them on the third shelf, but there was a problem.

You weren’t tall enough.

You sighed as you looked around for an employee to help you, but you couldn’t see any employees anywhere. Did all the employees really have to be busy right now? You just saw three on your way to the cereal section!

You looked around once more before accepting that you couldn’t see anyone that could assist you, before trying to reach for the box of sugary cereal once more. You were on your tippy toes, fingers nearly gazing at the cereal box before the scent of vanilla and coconut lingered around you.

It smelled just like the eau de toilette you got Jisung for his 14th birthday.

The person grabbed the box for you before you turned around, pushing the box into your hands.

For a moment, you thought he was Jisung. But the thought quickly vanished as you blinked and the picture of Jisung smiling at you was replaced with the face of a complete stranger.

“Thanks…!” you mumbled quickly before rushing off to your cart before he could say anything to you.

You sat on your pink, pretty princess bed as you opened boxes to put your belongings away. Your room is still as cute and glittery as you remember, the years of love (stickers and drawings) shown on the walls around you. You gazed at the photos on the wall and laughed at the picture of Jisung and you with flower crowns in the park next to your house, where you both met.

You were on the grass, picking flowers as a shadow blocked your sight from picking a white flower. You quickly looked behind you before you saw a small boy’s big, anxious eyes gazing at you. “I—... Wow, you’re beautiful!” his little voice said before you laughed at him. His face lightened up as you invited him to pick flowers with you. Every time you went to talk to him, his eyes still peered at you lovingly, in adoration. It made you just as nervous as him.

As you opened the last box labeled “miscellaneous”, you found your old flip phone. Your parents didn’t trust you enough with a smartphone, so instead they gave it as a farewell gift to keep in touch with your friends. It was fun, but short lived as you could only keep contact for so long. You kept reminiscing until you heard a group of people talking and laughing outside your window. Turning around to open your curtains, you saw a group of people around your age outside Jisung’s house.

Soon, you saw Jisung exiting his house. A girl wrapping her arm around his shoulder, her face scrunched up into a happy grin.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at someone who was once so present in your childhood.

Did he contradict what he asked of you before you left and found a new girlfriend? I mean you never really broke up and you couldn’t expect him to wait for you forever.

You chewed at your nails as you watched the group sit on his lawn, the girl’s arm still around him before her fingers entangled in Jisung’s now-dyed dark blue hair. You stare a bit more at her chipped, white nails before you abruptly shut your curtains closed.

Is it wrong to still be in love with someone you knew in the past?

It kept you up all night. What if he saw you? What if he's not the same person he was before? What if he doesn’t remember you? Similar questions swirled around in your head as you looked at the pictures of you and your childhood friends plastered on your bulletin board. Hopefully, you’ll figure out all the answers to your questions. And hopefully they’re all the answers you want to hear.

You groaned as you woke up to the sound of your younger brother running into your room. “Hello~! Get up! Let’s go get ice cream!” Your brother yelled, jumping on you. “Hey, hey! Okay. I’m up… It’s too early for ice cream!” you scolded him as you stood up, the hamster plush Jisung gave you falling off of your bed along with your pink blanket.

You were about to speak until you heard your door ring. “Where’s mom and dad..?” you rest your hands on your hip before your brother tells you about the “overdue date” they’re on, and that you have to take care of your brother while you’re away. You exhale as the doorbell rings again. “Go make your bed,” you say as you peek into his room, seeing his bed sheets messy and pillows everywhere. “We can go eat breakfast after and get ice cream.” you tell him as you race down the stairs. The doorbell rings once again, followed by aggressive pounding before you whine out a loud “I’m coming! Geez…”

Opening the door you freeze as you see who it is. Jisung mimicked the look on your face (of shock, by the way) as he saw you, his eyes lit up.

As you both stand still by the door, you look at the contents of the plate he was holding.

M&M brownies, your brother's favorite.

You look up at him and open your mouth to say something, except nothing comes out. You gaze at his face harder, noticing how he’s aged over the years. He no longer had his blue braces and his hair grew out into a mullet. His face was no longer the gentle, cute one you remember, now it was sharp and chiseled. He was now the tallest boy at school, instead of the shortest. One thing that never changed about him however, was the tint of softness in his eyes. He always looked at and treated you like you were made of porcelain ever since you were both kids. Also, he still smelled like vanilla and coconut.

“Jisung?” you muttered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. His face slowly bloomed into a smile, the same smile you remember.

“Hi..!” He whispered, his voice now deep and rich. You smiled back at him, feeling the homesick feeling finally fading as you took the plate from his hands and led him inside. You listened as he excitedly talked to you. Every time you looked at him, your stomach churned with each word he said all over again.

Because he still looked at you like you just met.

#nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #nct jisung #jisung nct #park jisung #jisung #jisung park #jisung imagines #nct #nct dream imagines #nct fanfic #nct dream scenarios #nct fic #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct series #nct drabbles #nct x reader #why am i like this

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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hiii!! i love your writing sm!! i was wondering if u could do like pregnancy headcanons with roman and if not that’s totally okay! have a good day 🫶

I love you anon!!! thank you for enjoying xx <3

pregnancy: roman

ᝰ you’ve been married a while when it happens

ᝰ and when it does you’re ecstatic

ᝰ you’d talked extensively about having kids; you’d both made it clear that you wanted them, but they were NOT going to be raised like you and roman were

ᝰ never raise your voices, never ever hit

ᝰ you want to do some big thing to tell him but you’re just too excited

ᝰ and you know he’d rather you just blurt it out

ᝰ so you do

ᝰ “rome!” you call, pregnancy test clutched behind your back

ᝰ “kitchen!” he calls back

ᝰ he’s in the middle of making you breakfast at the stove

ᝰ you go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek

ᝰ you wait for him to turn entirely before taking the pregnancy test out from behind your back

ᝰ he half kisses you before realizing

ᝰ “is this…?”

ᝰ “yeah.”

ᝰ the minute you confirm, he tosses the test onto the counter and hoists you into his arms

ᝰ you laugh giddily as he spins you around

ᝰ you’re both laughing once he puts you down

ᝰ he cups your face in his hands

ᝰ it’s really happening

ᝰ he’s been so in love with you for so long

ᝰ he’s always known you were supposed to be the mother of his children

ᝰ his heart is bursting

ᝰ he peppers your face in sloppy kisses

ᝰ the first ultrasound, he’s there, of course he’s there

ᝰ he’s gripping your hand the entire time

ᝰ his knuckles are literally white

ᝰ “baby, it’s just ultrasound gel,” you tell him as he death stares the ultrasound tech

ᝰ he strokes the back of your palm

ᝰ the tech begins sliding the wand around over your uterus

ᝰ and there’s the baby!

ᝰ “healthy and growing,” the tech announces with a smile

ᝰ roman cries

ᝰ you take the sonograms home

ᝰ he takes one and frames it

ᝰ “it’s going in my office,” he tells you, thumb brushing gently over the baby’s head

ᝰ and you know it’s going to be put right next to the framed photo of you on your wedding day

ᝰ your pregnancy progresses healthily

ᝰ roman is the most attentive, loving partner on earth- your pregnancy only intensifies that

ᝰ he literally makes you your hellish cravings

ᝰ “baby, have you eaten your snack? you need to be eating five times a day,” he says almost every day

ᝰ he’s been researching

ᝰ he probably knows more than you

ᝰ as your pregnancy goes along, he starts laying around with you, head on your stomach

ᝰ he talks to the baby sometimes, peppering your belly with kisses

ᝰ it hits him when you start showing

ᝰ “you’re so gorgeous,” he makes sure to tell you constantly

ᝰ the gender reveal is just the two of you

ᝰ you don’t do anything crazy, it’s just some colored cake you’ve been craving

ᝰ it’s blue!

ᝰ you both cry

ᝰ but you know how important this is for roman specifically

ᝰ he’s going to give his son everything he never had

ᝰ he’s going to do all of the father son things his dad never did for him

ᝰ once your mobility gets limited, he refuses to let you do anything around the house

ᝰ he’c cooking, he’s cleaning, he makes endless amounts of time for just you

ᝰ he spends as much time as he can with you

ᝰ just so you’re both spending time together

ᝰ whenever you get sad or upset, he’s right next to you, holding your hand, kissing your cheeks, stroking your brow

ᝰ refuses to let you think you’ll be a bad mother

ᝰ “you’re the center of my universe, and you’ll be the center of his, too,” he murmurs to you

ᝰ you’re on the couch one night, and you can’t move to take off your socks

ᝰ it’s so frustrating; you can’t do anything for yourself anymore

ᝰ before you know it, you’re tearing up

ᝰ roman has a sixth sense regarding your emotions

ᝰ he peeks out of the spare bedroom you’re converting into a nursery

ᝰ “hey, what’s going on? talk to me, baby.”

ᝰ he slides onto the couch with you and presses a kiss to your cheek

ᝰ “socks,” is all you can say through tears

ᝰ he leans over and yanks them off, then chucking them across the room

ᝰ he pats his chest

ᝰ so you lean into him, stretching out along the couch

ᝰ he loves you so much

ᝰ and he loves your son just as vividly

ᝰ all of a sudden, you’ve gone through labor, and you have your son in your arms

ᝰ roman held your hand the entire time, cooing at you and yelling at the doctor when they refused to let you get an epidural because they wanted you to go ‘natural’

ᝰ you scoot over in your hospital bed, and he climbs in next to you

ᝰ he puts us arm around you, pulling you close

ᝰ he kisses your forehead, then your lips, then the small boy cuddled up to you

#roman roy #roman roy headcanons #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #succession #succession hbo #succession x reader #wambsgansshoelaces #anon ask #requests open #succession headcanons

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