#bc i think you maybe are out of touch with reality

[bfwooin]

Heyy can you write for Wooin x reader who can't make herself c*m?😭

baby, i'ma need more than a hug.

synopsis. your boyfriend, wooin, helps you with your not-so little problem that he unknowingly caused.

content. MDNI, fingering, very light sub-dom themes, masturbation, established rs, dirty talk, mention of spanking.

a/n. ^^ YES I CAN. thank u for requesting n i hope u like ittt. also im sorry if its bad bc i think its not one of my best works aaa but still i loved writing this prompt so hehe thank u!!!

you’ve tried, and tried, and tried — vain attempts of replicating the pleasuring sensation that your boyfriend has made you discover and feel whilst dating him.

you were a saint before you met him, untouched and inexperienced, never seeking out the urge to have sex with anyone. the explicit sex scenes from movies you’ve watched before, and porn you’ve unintentionally stumbled across whilst surfing online, became a reality for you, and you sunk into the trenches of wanting more.

he was gentle with your first, constantly checking up on you every few thrusts while you were too overwhelmed with the unfamiliar feeling that coiled in your lower abdomen. his reassurance and gentle touches amidst chasing his own high made you feel comfortable, despite him having to kiss your tears away as he was just too girthy.

what you thought would be soft, relaxed sex from then on, was quite the contrary. wooin had you wrapped around his finger — or rather, his dick — fucking you into oblivion and making you see stars each time with his mean thrusts; rough and raunchy.

your first time was merely a test run for him, to gauge how compatible your body would be with his. and somehow, he figured to make you feel sore and achy after each time, because, “you can take it.”

well, you couldn’t. but to make matters much worse for you, you wanted more of it.

more of that submission you feel when you’re beneath him, taking his cock in your tight cunt as he pounds you from behind. you wanted more of his touch, the way his fingertips rub your perky nipples that send shivers down your spine drove you over the edge.

you’re not exactly depraved of him, but a little greed couldn’t hurt. (you’ll regret that later on).

it’s safe to say that wooin has ruined sex for you, as you’re now desperately humping your hand, whining into the pillow as you attempt to mute your gasps. you’re laid on your stomach, your hand beneath you and against your slick warmth as they rub in circles.

you’ve lost count on your failed attempts to masturbate. every time you do it, you always end up sticky, sweaty, and sexually frustrated, fingers coated in your juices you’ve been rubbing for almost an hour before you give up each time.

it’s like a curse has been cast upon you, to not be able to satisfy yourself without ever needing your boyfriend’s help. lately, he’s been coming home later than usual due to a sudden influx of clubgoers to his establishment, and with him being owner, he had duties he needed to fulfil there.

it’s the sixth night of this occurrence, almost a week of not having sex, mind you. you just couldn’t stand it anymore, and you turned to the only thing that could possibly offer you some relief for your itch.

you raise your hips, grinding your cunt against your fingers as they rub your wet folds sloppily. no technique, only desperation, maybe that’s the reason for your failures. tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes, wanting to just feel your climax and get it over with.

but your body refuses to heed your mind, it just needs something more. “baby, what do you think you’re doing?” his snide voice calls from the bedroom door. you stop your movements in a panic, before turning your flushed face to meet his eyes.

wooin leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and gaze unrelenting. your cunt clenches in anticipation, the feeling of getting caught building up your arousal. “you just couldn’t wait, huh?” he teases, walking over to you and smacking your ass playfully as he sits close to your waist.

“‘m sorry…” you whine, stuffing your face into the pillow again to hide your embarrassment as you remove your hand from your pussy. “did you make yourself come from your fingers?” his dirty words made you shiver as you shake your head.

he coos, feigning sympathy for you. “do you want to come, baby?” you lift your head up and look at him, nodding desperately with your flustered cheeks puffed out. “use your words, hm?”

“i want to come… please.” your begging pleases his ears as he smirks, trailing his hand from your nape down to your back. he squeezes your ass harshly, making your hips twitch. “lift up your hips,” he commands, and you do as told.

without wasting any second, he plunges two fingers into your hole, rubbing your insides so perfectly that make you arch your back. you gasp in pleasure, whimpering as he fingers you unforgivingly before taking them out and rubbing your clit.

you kick your legs up, squirming from his touch you desperately needed as he inserts his fingers back into your cunt again. you clench around him, coating him with your wetness while your ass jiggles in time with his ruthless slams.

“you’re so tight. gonna come, baby?” he moves his fingers faster as you moan your response, crying out in bliss and flailing your feet in overwhelming pleasure. your orgasm crashes onto you quickly, stilling your body as you pulsate around his fingers tightly.

your body squirms uncontrollably, breathless whimpers escape your mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, this time rubbing your spot deeply as you attempt to pull your hips away from him.

“fine, fine. i’ll stop.” he relents, removing his fingers from your cunt. “so fuckin’ wet, just for me.” he licks your slick off his fingers, and you watch back in horror before weakly kicking him in the stomach to stop him.

“it’s dirty…”

“oh, so you admit you’re a dirty girl? good to know.”

“shut up! you know what i mean,” you lie on your back, catching your breath from your climax.

but seeing him remove his orange cap and clothes, you know you’re not spared any second to relax now.

[thetourguidebarbie]

Most important lesson of 2023 is that if you are dating someone with the assumption that they will have a complete personality transplant if you can just make a good enough powerpoint presentation for it then you don't actually like them you like an imaginary person who also owns a $1.3 million house their mommy bought them and (probably???) wouldn't let a baby die

[seiwas]

i think i ran out of tags

copy pasting this from tag format i'm sorry this is a mess !!! shgdfvhsa

#i looove all the details of intimacy!!! knowing his fave movies and the books on his shelf. finding out his favourite food.

#how he rubs lotion onto your hands :(( & it ties in with his comment earlier :(( and just !! How all the care feels like it shouldn’t belong with the two of your together but it does and it’s calming and comforting and :(( the healing!! your hands no longer cracking. what that means!! 

#HE HOLDS UR HAND FOR THE SAKE OF HOLDING IT :((

#him choosing the colour of your eyes too :(( sdjhbfsj i looove the silent care they have for eachother. how not asking feels like that. how they protect eachother :(( im so sad 'i should have died that day i would have been more useful as legend' UUGH SO GOOD

#how he separates himself from it like a god oh thats so good that entire scene aches oh my god???? SO GOOD

#i love that beach scene i love the dialogue in this entire thing its just so raw and tender and SO MUCH in the unsaid

#the cogs in my brain are always turning when i read your stuff op and i love how there are a lot of things left to interpretation idk i have NO IDEA if how i'm reading it is correct but i love it bc it allows me to dig deep and try to figure that out!!

"you're so pretty, sometimes it makes me miserable" GODDDD how can he say that oh my GOD and and and how he tells you he'll do all the things you want to :(( 'i don't want my pieces i want yours' :(((

WAAAAH i love this so much. THAT ENDING!! GOSH. the way they see eachother :(( IM SAWBING this was so good thank you so much op, you're fantastic amazing wonderful everything!!!! as always!!!!!

ariadne's thread (3,839 words) Rating : Mature Gojo Satoru/Reader Tags : Fix-It, Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Spoilers, Major Manga Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, Are You Gojo Satoru Because You're the Strongest, Or Are You the Strongest Because You're Gojo Satoru, Reader Has a Cursed Technique (Jujutsu Kaisen), Reader is JADED, Clingy Gojo Satoru, Mythology as a Motif, Vanilla Sex

Summary: He loses himself. He finds you, instead.

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[cherrygirlfriend]

Hii love, I can't stop thinking about pervert!reader overhearing rafe talking with his friends and rafe being a little cocky about how he pulled reader (when in reality everyone knows that she pulled him since he couldn't even look at her BC he was so shy) and him being the one who got the pants in the relationship so reader gets in and puts him in his place, being so flirty and touchy that he can't even speak properly

how to tease your nerd

…or pervert!reader overhears nerd!rafe boasting and decides to teach him a lesson.

you were on your way to rafe’s dormitory, carrying a tray of chocolate cupcakes in your arms that you’d baked for him, wanting to congratulate your boyfriend on having been the only one in his class to receive the perfect grades on one of his midterms, the professor known to be the professor with the most difficult course.

the hem of your floral dress was swishing against your thighs, your heels clacking against the floor, and as you were lifting your hand to knock on the door, you noticed that it was slightly ajar, and you could hear people speaking inside. most people would knock, or make their presence know in another way, but you always were the nosy type.

you leaned closer to the door, biting down on your bottom lip, being able to make out your boyfriend’s voice.

“oh yeah, she was so into me.” rafe chuckled, “i was so smooth and charming. she was like melted butter at every word i said. she couldn’t get enough. you just gotta be interested in everything she says, ask things about her, and plenty of physical contact.”

you had to hold in a snort; it was adorable, really, how the boy that stuttered every time that you’d flirted with him, whose face turned red every time you touched him, was now boasting to his friends about how he had managed to get you to date him, when the smartest guy you’d ever met couldn’t even realize you had feelings for him without you having to say it straight up.

maybe you should mess with him a bit.

you knock on rafe’s door loudly, before pushing it open. your boyfriend was sitting on his bed, two of his friends sitting around the room. the moment rafe’s eyes landed on you, they widened and his cheeks started to redden, “b-babe, hi. what are you doing here? y’didn’t text me or anything…”

“oh, i wanted to congratulate my baby.” you said, holding up the cupcakes. rafe’s friends were staring at you with wide eyes as you put down the tray of cupcakes onto his desk before sitting right next to him, making sure to be pressed as close to him as possible, looking up at his friends, “so, who are these?”

“t-these are my friends.” rafe mumbled with a tight smile, clearing his throat, “guys, this is my girlfriend.”

“wow.” one of the guys let out, causing tou to chuckle under your breath, “rafe, how’d you-“ he was interrupted by the boy sitting next to him, starting to turn red.

“what were you three talking about?” you asked in a sickly-sweet tone, turning to face rafe, batting your eyelashes at him, putting your hand on his thigh.

“n-nothing…” rafe mumbled under his breath, the boy’s hand going to scratch the back of his head, “just— uh, just-“

“games.” one of his friends interfered as a way to save your boyfriend’s ass, and you could hear a small breath of relief leave his lips.

“oh, games.” you cooed, resting your head on rafe’s shoulder, your eyes still on him, while he did his best to look at anywhere but you, your hand nearing his inner thigh, squeezing at the muscle.

“we- we should go.” one of the boys said,

“oh, already?” your bottom lip twisted into a pout, “that’s too bad. be sure to grab some cupcakes. i don’t think rafey can eat them all by himself.”

both of them snorted at the nickname you called rafe by, awkwardly fleeing out of the room, your boyfriend’s face completely red and a semi visible in his sweatpants. “what’s wrong baby?” you cooed sweetly. “i thought you were supposed to be smooth and charming.” rafe’s eyes widened as he pulled his face back slightly, his brain registering his words, “y-you heard that?”

“oh yeah.” you grinned, trailing a manicured finger down his jawline. “but don’t worry. i thought it was adorable.” you leaned closer to rafe, your lips inches away from his as you squeezed his thigh, a small whine leaving his lips, “but you don’t have to pretend for me.”

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[entirelytoooobsessed]

needy!drunk!gojo satoru x gn reader-based off this post

synopsis: gojo is a lightweight, vowed to sobriety to keep whatever bit of shame he has left to his name. but he really can't help but take a few shots when he sees you doing the same.

warnings: sub gojo, gn dom reader, both reader and gojo are drunk, gojo's a lightweight, handjob, semi-public sex, he cries-like a lot, he also had nipple piercings bc i couldn't help myself, reader's kinda a hoe, feelings, think that's it

The warm press of hands against your hips is what makes you gasp. The soft touch of lips traced over your throat is what makes your head spin.

What a delightful feeling. 

What a human desire. 

“Touch me.” 

The room spins around you, the warm feeling of being held making you sigh, leaning into it. The scent of him, the greedy claiming of his presence in your mind. So selfish. Of him not to think of the effect that this has on you. To not care about the war going on in your mind. 

“Touch me, please?” A whine this time. A meek sound, spilling from his lips, making your body light up in return. 

“Satoru,” He practically purrs at his name on your lips. Pathetic. How easily riled up he is. How easily you’re able to make his knees feel weak. How much he loves the sound of your lips forming his name.

“Mmmm, say it again.”His nose sweeps delicately over your neck, working over a heavy sigh as he tries not to get drunk on the smell of your shampoo. Or more drunk than he already is, that is. 

“Your name?” You mutter slowly. 

“Yeah….” His words have been gradually slurring over the span of the night, with the amount of shots he’s taken, with the amount of drinks he’s had. With the inches of space between you closing until there’s nothing between you but the thin layer of clothing that does nothing to hide the bulge he shamelessly presses against you.

Even so, you know that he's always been far beyond measures of shame, but this is a whole new level, the way he continues to press his body impossibly closer to yours, his broad chest against your shoulders, his hips canting against you. 

You’ve always hated how he’s been taller than you, his incessant teasing when he throws you over his shoulder as you yell and pound on his back. He takes advantage of it all too often.

You don’t mind now.

“Why, Satoru?” Maybe you’re cruel for the teasing, for liking your friend’s reactions all too much. Shivering, nearly violently, throbbing against your lower back. 

He whines, “Sounds so…-so much better when you say it. Makes me wanna just…”

His breath is heavy with the scent of alcohol and you’re still not entirely sure how Shoko and Suguru managed to get him to break his vow of sobriety. Not when you’d seen him turning them down for the first bit of the night.

The next time you saw him he was getting dragged along by you, gulping down whatever liquids you shoved into his hands. 

With his feverish hands tracing up your body and his sinful hips pressing against yours. Muttering about how he wanted you and needed you, whispering about things he'd never have said in the harsh reality of day, but was that not the beauty of getting intoxicated beyond belief?

“Hmm? Just what?” 

He simpers, “Wan’ you to touch me, play with me, like I’m just a toy for you~” He grinds slowly and you wish you could kiss him. Kiss him until he’s breathless and red and can’t remember his own name. Dazed and dizzy and muttering gibberish while loosely gripping onto you. 

You don’t think if you’d even have to kiss him to do that right now, but the taste of his perfectly pink lips would just be an added pleasure to this delectable mix.

But you shouldn’t. And you won’t.

Not because he’s your friend and this will surely be crossing some unspoken line.

Or because it’ll throw off the axis of your entire friend group. You'd never let that stop you before. And you wouldn’t let something like that stop you now. Not when you've clumsily pressed your lips to Shoko’s, high out of your mind and hidden under the blanket of dark nights. Or when you let your hands wander along the lengths of Suguru’s skin, promising to make him feel things he’d never felt before. 

Not because Satoru Gojo is one of your best friends.

But because Satoru Gojo is currently drunk and so are you. And despite the fact that you’re practically drowning in the warmth of alcohol and all that is Satoru Gojo, you want whatever you do with him to mean something-be something. Not just a clumsy night of drunken mistakes and hazy flashes, not something you’ll forget in the morning and agree to never speak of again.

He’s too…important for you to treat him like that. And you’re too selfish to let anything you do to him to mean anything but the fact that he would be yours. But he’s not yours. And you’re not his. And all this thinking is only making a steady ache build behind your temples.

You sigh, twisting around in his arms. Blue eyes blinking back at you, slowly searching over yours and fuck, his lips are so kissable. Pink and plump, trapped between his too white teeth.

“Let’s get you back to Shoko and Suguru, they’ll take you home and make sure you don’t kill yourself.” You’re not entirely sure where they went or why they’ve left the two of you behind, all alone where they'd know neither of you were in the right mind to make good choices.

 “No,” He shakes his head, white hair tossing, ruffled and mussed from a night of clinging to you like this. Far too close for comfort though you still couldn’t bring yourself to pry him off.  “No, n-no, don’t wan’you  to leave…” 

You begin to tug him off either way. He’s not sane enough to make decisions for himself and you don’t think you are either. “C’mon baby, let’s go find your friends.”

He shudders and grips your hand, refusing to move an inch. Tears pool in his eyes and your jaw hardens.

You sigh. You didn’t know why you thought this was a fight you’d win either way. It was a losing game trying to argue with Satoru. His lips wobble and you can feel your resolve withering away by the second. Tearing down every single defence you put up around, being ripped away by him and his stupid tears as if they were paper. 

“Don’t leave.” He whispers and he looks pathetic but you know you’ll give in to him if he asks you to. “Don’t leave me…please.”

You cup his cheek and he purrs, melting into the touch as if he were a cat, pushing into you for more attention. Basking in your attention as you sweep his tears away with your thumb, letting him close his eyes and pull you into the soft cushioning of a booth. 

You feel heady or maybe it’s the alcohol talking. More tears roll down his cheeks, tracking along the slopes of his flushed face. Crystalline and sacred and you realize with a twist in the pit of your stomach that it’s arousing.

The sight of him. His sweat-soaked skin and his eyes big and glassy. And the fragile mask he’s worked so hard to keep up deteriorating beneath your very eyes, each tear breaking and cracking apart the image of the powerful man he claims to be.

A crumpled facade of a God into a something more, something divine and corrupt, something vulnerable and weak and so very human in your arms, falling apart by a mere touch.

Maybe you’re more fucked up than you realized. Maybe you’re just horny. Maybe because it’s him. And he’s Satoru Gojo and everything about him is perfect. Powerful. Transcendent. A God against humans, finally falling apart like this, before you, ready to fall to his knees. Perhaps he was always meant to.

“Don’t wanna be alone…don’t wanna…ngh~” 

His hips thrust up, a whiny gasp working past his lips. He pants as if he’s run a marathon and you want to do such delectably sinful things to him and you’re sure you could do them all and more and he’d only beg and plead for more.

Perhaps…

“Kiss me.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, you wonder if he can hear with how loud it is. “Satoru,”

He whines and grinds and you moan. And it’s a losing battle.

“Shut up,” he insists, hand cupping the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair, almost obsessively. “Shut up and just kiss me.”

“You know we can’t. You-“

“I, am perfectly fine.” His words are a pant, a plea, whispered with a kind of reverence of a worshipper to a god. “Just kiss me, fuck me. Use me,” white eyelashes flutter, blue looking all the bluer rimmed with red and filled with tears. “Use me until you’re bored of me, until there’s nothing left-i don’t care.” He breathes, desperate and pleading and looking like he’s ready to get down on his damn knees on the dirty sticky floor. “Just-please.”

A losing fucking battle. 

Maybe it always was. Trying to keep your hands off him, now, you realized it was like setting a treat on a dogs nose and telling them to wait. A crazy amount self control with the eventual prize just in sight. 

All you can think as you cup his cheeks, flushed and wet from tears, warm against your hands is how fucking pretty he is. How you want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything. “Fuck, Satoru,” you mutter and he moans deep and appreciatively and then you’re pulling him in to slide your lips against his.

 And now all you can think about is how much of a dumbass you are for not doing this sooner.

He tastes like alcohol and cigarettes-when he had one you don’t know but you do know that it’s the most intoxicating mix you’ve ever encountered. You feel like you’re floating, high off his taste and his moans; like he’s a drug and you’re the addict, injecting him straight into the vein. 

It's far from elegant and he’s not perfect at it in the way you’d expect from a man as beautiful as him-godhood hasn’t blessed him in every aspect. But he’s desperate and he's eager to take everything you give, mewling against your lips. 

He’s so needy and it's crazy the way it sends you into a sort of reverie. His hands gripping your hips hard, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go, like he’s hoping you’re real and not a apparition of drunken hysteria. He pulls you closer, as if you could get close enough that no one could find where you ended and he started, that you might be able to meld into one.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same sentiment. If you didn’t try your hardest to do the exact same; nails pressing into his skin, making him whine as you tilted his head back and slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring, feeling, taking, using. 

Just like he told you to do.

He vibrates against you, nearly shaking with choked noises. He mutters soundless words, each and every one swallowed by you as soon as they’re spoken. Pleas and prayers, worships and praises. 

You’d show him what real ascension felt like.

You probably should be embarrassed, or at the very least shameful to be putting on such a show in front of what you know are watching eyes. But you know that Gojo is far past shame at this point and you're too enamoured by the beauty that is Satoru Gojo clinging to you like he’s about to break.

To be honest, you can't find it in yourself to give a shit about any of them. About anything but him, focusing your attention on devouring him whole as he shatters, ready to catch every piece as they fall into your waiting hands. No matter if the shards rip apart your skin and leave you a bloody mangled mess.

You break away first, fighting a smile at his whine as you pull away from him, panting. 

He looks unravelled, messy. His usual flirty facade lost to pleasure. His watery eyes and heartbroken whines gone as well. Overwhelmed by swollen lips and gasps to make up for lost air. A blush like he’s just realized where he is, burying his face into your neck to hide from the probing eyes. To whisper, "You're too good at that, you know?.”

You bark a laugh and he nuzzles into your skin. 

And then you’re redirecting him to your lips again.

In a flurry of hands and lips, messy steps and you’re clumsily stumbling into the bathroom. Quickly, Satoru is shoved against the door, fingers fumbling for the lock.

Your lips find his neck, fluttering a barrage of open-mouthed kisses over the heated skin, dragging your tongue along his thrumming heartbeat. 

He whines and he begs, muttering nonsense that makes it to your ears but not to your head as you hum against him. Slender fingers knit through your hair, holding you close to him, pleading for you to never leave him.

“Touch me, touch me, touch me.” He repeats, slurred and slow, his eyes drooped shut, his voice husky with want, with lust and everything he’s been just barely repressing all this time.

But you've only ever been a slave to his desires.

So you respond in tenfold, nipping and sucking, leaving evidence that you've been here, staking a claim that doesn't exist and maybe never will but for tonight maybe you can play pretend.

Because he keens when your teeth sink into his skin and his back arches, pressing evidence of his wanton yearnings against you like you might devour him whole.

Like he wants you to.

He quieter when he whispers something that could change everything. “Love me?”

Your heart pounds in your chest but you’d never turn him down. 

Fingers deftly undo the buttons on his tight-fitting button up, revealing porcelain-like skin underneath. His nipples are hard and pink and fucking pierced. 

He gasps when you touch them, pinching them between your thumb and forefinger.

And you've never been particularly mean but you can make an exception for the God in front of you, leaving him to tortuous touches all while he throbs and thrusts into nothing but the fabric of his too-tight pants, whining from the stimulation that's all too little.

He's been begging for this all night. Whispering dirty words like a little tease, like a shameless slut.

He got you all riled up and for that you think that he should take his own share of teasing.

For retribution, for your own piece of mind and the pleasure it is to watch him squirm against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and tearstained and begging in small breathless whimpers barely over a whisper.

But you've never been able to resist him long, not then, not now and not ever.

Your hand finally reaches for his waistband, his body shivering with the feeling of your fingers dipping onto hot, untouched skin.

But he stops you.

His hand, large and pale landing over your own in a quick moment of lucidity.

His voice emerged, a whisper of uncertainty and longing. "Y-You'll take care of me?"

You met his vulnerability with a promise because you could never leave him with any less. "Yes," your words a whispered caress, a undying oath in itself, a vow that you'd take beyond this in whatever may happen.

Your lips brush over his ear, his eyes squeezing shut as your hand wraps around him, dragging a ruinous moan from deep in his throat.

"I promise, I will."

And your hand is wrapping around him, hot and wet and hard, all for you. Just for you. And his head is turned off, just sensations and feeling and you.

Just you.

"F-fuck, yes, please," so broken, fragile almost as ironic as it is. "Yes, pl-please, feels so go-good."

He doesn't last long and you don't know if it's from all the teasing you've administered or from how long he's been worked up for.

But you rather like the thought of him being sensitive enough that your voice and a few strokes is enough to bring him to the edge.

To have him pulsing in your hand while his arms wrap around your shoulders, blunt nails scraping into you skin as his hips thrust with reckless abandon.

His body quivering with pleasure as your hand forms a loose hole for him to fuck into, your thumb playing with the sensitive head of his dick.

"Please, please I need it, need it so bad," And he has no right sounding this good, looking this good while fucking into your hand like a goddamn dog. "Need it more than anything."

He always has been one for dramatics.

His head falls back against the wall, throat bobbing with the moan deep in his throat, fuck how the marks of your teeth stand out on the pale skin of his neck. Your lips permanent on his body for now, forever maybe if he'll let you keep replacing them.

"Fuck, Satoru," You free hand threads through his head, pushing his lips to meet yours, messy and slopping as he arches against you, hips thrusting erratically to match your pace. Keening when you nip at him, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, nails scratching at his scalp sending tingles down every part of his body.

He breaks away with a gasp and a cry when and only when he absolutely has to, eyes shining and chest heaving with breaths to fill his burning lungs.

And he's crying. And he's beautiful.

More beautiful than anyone or anything you've ever seen in your life.

"Shit, I'm close, m' so fuckin' close-!"

You’re half out of your mind and you couldn’t feel more sane. Like this was meant to happen-like he was meant to be yours. 

"Don' stop, please don't stop," he gasps, like you'd ever think about it, like you'd could even if you wanted to.

“Satoru,” And he shakes.

“Satoru,” And he sobs.

“Satoru,” And he breaks, head falling back as if in prayer, a finger pushing his chin up, clashing against a higher power he didn't think possible.

“My one and only Satoru.” Soft and sweet and just for him and only him. And he’s gone.

Ropes of cum spurt out, rope after rope, covering your hand and the floor. Covering his thighs and his stomach in a mess.

Everything feels fuzzy and his cheeks are pink. A stupid grin crossing his face as he melts, boneless in your arms. "I love you." He mutters, distantly, foggily.

Perhaps somewhere beneath the haze he thinks that maybe you've said the same back. But he isn't quite sure anymore. He needs to be sure.

Slowly, he's lowered onto the floor into a sitting position. The tile is cold against his bare skin but it's okay because you're still caressing him, holding his face in your hand, thumb wiping at his tears.

"You love me right?"

You leave for moment and a whines at the loss of you pressed against him. Even if it's only for a few seconds he feels lonely and empty without your touch.

But then you're back and you're wiping him down with a wet towel, cleaning off his skin so gently, as if he's made of glass of porcelain, like he something to be cherished and taken care of.

"Hey pretty boy, you good?" He recognizes your voice even throughout the cloud in his mind. He nods and you smile and he's melting all over again.

"Do you love me?"

You roll your eyes and for an awful second he thinks that maybe you're going to say no. But then you're pushing the hair off his forehead and kissing him so fucking gently he thinks he'll cry.

"I do love you Satoru."

And his heart is bursting-he swears it is, it's beating so fast and so hard he's absolutely sure that you can hear it and that the quiet laughs escaping your pretty lips is because you can tell how dumbly in love with you he is.

But that doesn't matter.

Because right now he's normal person and you're a normal person and nothing else will matter but the fact that he's your's now.

"I love you too, y'know?" He mumbles.

You kiss him again, and again, and again. On his forehead and his temples, his cheeks and the tip of his nose and each of his eyelids. You kiss everywhere on his face until his lips are pouted out and he lets out a little whine of frustration.

And then you kiss his lips. Barely a peck, too fast and short for his taste but he doesn't have time to complain as you pull him off the floor.

“C’mon pretty boy, let me bring you home.”

“Mmm,” He doesn’t move, boneless against you. “Will you fuck me again?”

You laugh, soft. “Like I’d be able to resist you.”

[toxycodone]

mouthwashing characters and their icks

ship. tulpar crew x reader

content. sfwish, just annoying things about our faves, some are romantic and some are general.

Captain Curly

Wildly empathetic. Like to a point where it’s annoying. Like yes, you get it. It’s sad to see an animal on the side of the road. But this is the second dog this week and it’s bit him twice. (He also falls for like. Fake homeless scams. Omg.)

I think he had an era where he had a cat that fucking hated him and never ever left under the guest room bed and terrorized his guests but he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it. 💀

He always ends up playing devil’s advocate without trying. Like when you’re complaining about someone at work or some bitch who cut you off in traffic, Curly’s like “maybe they had a bad day!” or something.

He just…never lets you just wallow in your misery when you need to. When he starts with his “look on the bright side!” stuff it makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

Is soooooo fucking conflict avoidant he’d rather just take shit on the chin then ever speak his mind about things with you. It gets so bad bc he’s bottling all this crap up and getting kinda catty. Because he won’t just grow up and tell you what his problem is.

Comes home in his dirty ass shoes and tracks mud all over the house. I mean he’ll swiffer it up like the housewife he is but it’s annoying.

Doesn’t clean his hands before touching your phone (or his own) before eating,. U get a greasy screen.

Jimmy is an asshole to you and Curly just goes “now now, Jim…” It won’t be until Jimmy does something like. Really bad. That Curly decides to put his foot down and enforce boundaries with that man. You witness this dude literally use your man as a doormat way too often.

If you make him choose. He would probably choose Jim unless push really came to shove…..

GIRLS FLIRT WITH HIM IN PUBLIC AND HES TOO ‘AWKWARD’ TO SAY “I’m taken…” so he just flaunts in the attention. In reality he just…likes the attention but doesn’t want to admit it to himself. (He’s loyal don’t get me wrong but this is annoying)

Thinks big romantic public gestures are cute. Whether that is an ick or not is up to you.

Jimmy

GOES THROUGH YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU’RE ASLEEP OR IN THE BATHROOM. And when you catch him he’s doesn’t even bother to make a good excuses “just wanted to check something.” Okay??? What?? If you go through his phone he will legit tackle you for it back (he isn’t even cheating he’s just pathetically bitchless and friendless. His last text was to his dealer and bro didn’t even respond.)

Will leave your important messages on read. It’s like he has read receipts on just to spite you.

Aggressively questions you out of the blue on who you know and hang out with as if it isn’t the same fucking people each time.

Really horny when he’s drunk and tries to seduce you but has terrible whiskey dick.

Terrible morning breath. Rank. Disgusting. Also all his clothes have the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke. Along with his carpet. And furniture. His walls are probably off-white too.

World’s dirtiest bathroom it’s literally so gross. He leaves his stubble in/around the sink after shaving with an electric razor real fast before work.

Has probably kissed you and then asked you what you last ate with a grimace 💔

Your friends hate him. Your family hates him. Your landlord hates him. And he hates them back.

You’ve had to bail him out of jail before. The officer on duty just gives you a pitied look when he sees you walk in and say you’re bailing him of all people out.

Pretty sure he has threatened to kill himself if you leave him multiple times but lashes out at you when you’re sweet to him at the most random times.

Anya

Stealing this from @l1v1ngd3dgrrl but Anya has the DUMBEST. LAUGH. Like she has a cutesy laugh until she’s finally not thinking and she laugh so hard she snorts. So loud.

Refuses to file down her nails so she accidentally scratches you all the time.

Definitely has an ex she’s still friends with that makes you lowkey question what is going on between them bc they’re obviously still into her and she doesn’t see it.

She silently judges and you can see it on her face when she has something to say but then she goes “it’s nothing!!!” And refuses to say it. (However, this does make her the best gossiper and she can be a total mean girl and tear apart bitches you hate on secret.)

Lowkey tries to psychoanalyze you when you’re venting to her like girl. I am not your homework.

Thinks it’s her responsibility to “fix you” for some reason. Takes you being depressed, angry, etc a little too personally.

Never watches the movies or shows you recommend you have sit her down and watch it w her. And she will. Be distracted by stuff on her phone.

Avid Mitski fan. And Nora Jones. Just an air of sad girl and longing to her that goes soooo crazy.

Big fan of ugly sweaters and tacky matching outfits….but has the audacity to make comments on your style.

Daisuke

“This one’s for you!” *Misses*. In public. In front of your friends. Need I say more.

Uses your hair products in the shower and your soap and your nice shaving oil without asking. :/

This is moreso in the beginning of the relationship but. I see this persisting that he’s constantly looking to you for approval for things. Has a really difficult time making decisions on his own, too. He’s looking to you for guidance on stuff,

Unironically thinks Dutch ovening you is funny.

Your friends all think he’s mid and although he’s sweet. You’re way outta his league. You’re dating down.

Has more skin care products than he can ever use. He’s a total product junkie.

GACHA GAME WHALE. Has definitely borrowed money for a ten pull in genshin 💔

Has cried out of frustration over Fortnite before (he was in a bad place. Okay.)

Cannot keep a job for the life of him. The only solid career he lands is like. Bobarista. But goddamn he’s good at it.

Has. Forgotten your anniversary/birthday/etc. before. and probably almost threw up out of guilt.

Swansea

Does the dad cold start every morning. Hacking. Coughing. Spitting up in the sink. It’s gross.

When he takes a shit he’s stuck in the bathroom for like half an hour at least. It’s always oddly humid and gross if you go in after him.

Chews with his mouth open.

Walks around shirtless only in underwear and will proudly fart whenever he needs to and it’s loud as fuck.

His kids lowkey hate him tbh. 💀 they have a better relationship as adults but man. Rocky fucking childhood.

Nothing ever really makes him satisfied or truly happy so you’re stuck in this weird limbo on if he actually gives a shit about you or not.

Rolls his eyes at you. When you can plainly sees he has suuuuch an attitude problem it’s crazy.

Definitely has asked for a manager in your presence over something minuscule (you wanted to die)

[neilissevered]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ FROSTBITTEN, BY YOU!

“Your hands are cold”…“Then warm them.“ In which a silly tease turns into an affectionate gesture. Weak Hero Class 1 x GN! Reader (Seperate) Friends to "Something More" trope Characters included: Yeon Si-eun , Ahn Su-ho Wc: 1k+

An: the header makes it look like shse 😝😝😝 reqs are open! (Just no dark stuff pls) Might just take me a while to get to them bcs I’m reviewing for uni 🙂‍↔️ btw I also added more spaces i between the text. Idk if it makes it more readable since I like to use the smaller text size but lmk if you guys prefer the other one!

⤷ YEON SI-EUN

Let’s be real, he’d probably be perplexed at first. A million theories running in his smart brain (how to effectively warm a cold hand…with a cold hand)

He’s honestly like WikiHow…sometimes.

But jokes aside, Si-eun is a very guarded person who is trapped in his own emotional space.

He’s cold and distant and a little out of touch with reality (he has his little world basically.)

Si-eun only lets his friends stay “close enough” beside this huge wall, and it’s his defense mechanism to protect himself from getting hurt 

But there will be an exception for you. A little crack in that wall. Maybe.🙂‍↕️

It’s cold. The kind of cold that bites your fingertips and turns your breath to mist. It’s almost winter in Korea, so you wouldn’t be surprised if it starts snowing, which is why you already have a thick puffer jacket on to protect you from the onslaught of the cold. 

Yeon Si-eun seemed to share the same idea but appeared completely nonchalant, except for the faint flush of his ears and nose as the cold air bit at his face. He looked ethereal in how calm and composed he remained, as if the cold didn’t touch him at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like one more gust of icy wind might snap your bones clean in half. Frostbite, then shatter, then crumble into snow dust. That’s how it felt. But still, you didn’t complain. Not out loud, anyway

You never do, especially not around Si-eun.

Not because you’re afraid of his quiet indifference or the walls he puts up. 

It’s just… You want to protect this.

The peace.

The soft, quiet moments you and he share, like this one.

You walk beside Si-eun quietly, your backpack slung over your shoulders. The sun is already sinking, dipping behind the buildings like it’s retreating early for the day. The silence between you is familiar. Comfortable.

But ‘quiet’ is probably an understatement. You’re doing your best to quell the chattering of your teeth while you clench and unclench your jaw like an idiot because it would be embarrassing if Si-eun notices and suddenly points it out.

And..he does notice it.

The way your shoulders are just a little hunched.

The way you tuck your hands into your sleeves.

The way you blow on your fingers when you think he’s not looking.

And yes, your teeth chattering too. 

“Your hands are cold,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. It’s the first thing he points out—even he isn't sure why either. 

You glance over, a little surprised…maybe mortified too, because you just jinxed yourself. Has he been looking? The thought of it made you flush even more at his factual statement. You weren’t even sure how to respond.

So you played it off with some light teasing. 

You smile a little and shrug. “Then warm them.”

You expect him to ignore it, like he usually does, or deadpan at you, unamused with your antics. But he stops walking suddenly.

You turn, your own feet stuttering as he’s suddenly two steps behind you. “Si-eun?”

He looks… hesitant. Like he’s overthinking something that shouldn’t need this much calculation. You were about to tell him it was just a joke, but then, after a beat too long, he slowly reached out.

Your breath catches.

His fingers, stiff at first…brush yours.

Then he takes your hand fully, slipping his fingers between yours, palm to palm.

If you were flushed before, now you're beet red. 

You feel how cold his hands are, too. But neither of you says anything. 

The moment shifted, enveloping you in a sense of intimacy and connection. Your gaze drifted downward to where your hands intertwined, feeling the warmth of his touch replace the cold air around you. As you gently squeezed his hand, a new gesture that changed the reality of ‘this’ shared moment, anchoring you both in its authenticity.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares ahead with his usual indifference. But you can see how his ears, nose, and cheeks slightly reddened. 

“You said to warm them,” he mumbles.

You squeeze his hand again gently, heart thudding louder than your shoes on the pavement. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Thanks.”

You don’t speak the rest of the walk home. But he doesn’t let go either.

Later that night, he texted Su-ho

Si-eun: “They looked cold, it was just logical”

Su-ho: “ “Just logical”??? u gonna propose next or run a weather report?😹”

Si-eun: “blocked.”

⤷ AHN SU-HO

This guy's confident… Ridiculously so that he’s kinda impulsive at times.

He’s not afraid to tease, push buttons, or take the lead.

But I believe he’s emotionally reactive and perceptive. He just masks it with charisma or action yk.

He will play along. Challenge you back…until it all becomes very real. Fast.

You’re walking side by side, the shortcut between blocks quieter than usual. It’s getting late, and it's mostly because Su-ho decided to drag you out of your home for a very adventurous trip…to the convenience store. You weren’t complaining, though. You got free, hot ramyeon, and you got to spend some time with your…best friend.

Yeah. 

But the cold has crept in hard. Your fingers sting a little from being out too long and without gloves because of the impromptu hangout, and so you keep flexing them inside your sleeves, hoping that your body warmth will be enough for your fingers not to fall off.

Su-ho glances over.

“Your hands are cold” he says, voice casual, like he’s just pointing out the weather.

You raise an eyebrow, rolling your eyes a bit while a little smile tugged at your lips at the sudden observation, “Oh, thanks. Totally didn’t notice.” 

He smirks. “Hey, just saying. I’ve got an eye for details.”

You snort. “Okay…Then warm them.”

It was intended as a light-hearted teasing, a fleeting comment that would slip effortlessly into the air between you as you transitioned to a new subject. Yet, in that instant, Su-ho halted his steps, his demeanor shifting.

 You suddenly understood that your playful banter had morphed into a challenge, one that left no room for retreat. What seemed like mere humor now possessed layers of profound significance, and you found yourself fumbling with its..double meanings far too late.

You blink. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

He’s turned toward you, one brow lifted, a flash of challenge in his expression. The corners of his mouth were slowly morphing into a grin because you just gave him a very dangerous idea. “What? You think I won’t?” he says, cocky grin in place, but there’s a real flicker of heat behind it.

“Say less.”

Then, without giving you time to overthink it, he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

His palm is warm. Solid. Confident, like everything else he does. But his grip isn’t teasing. It’s steady, focused, and…real.

The air between you changes — shifts from playful to something charged. He looks at your joined hands for a second, then back at you. His grin suddenly softened as he looked at you with so much sincerity.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod, surprised by how warm your chest feels, too.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Actually… yeah.”

Su-ho doesn’t let go of your hand. Not after he’s sure you want this too. If anything, his grip tightens, more certain now, like he's claiming something he's longed for. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Instead, he keeps walking, dragging you with him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Told you,” he says, smirking again. But quieter now. “I’ve got a good eye for details.”

You don’t reply. You just hold on.

Because for once, he isn’t talking like he’s trying to impress anyone. He’s just there…With you. Hand in hand.

Later, you and Su-ho passed by Si-eun

Si-eun stared at both of you, then at your joined hands

“Didn’t know hypothermia made people flirt.”

Su-ho smirks. “Didn’t know you cared,” as he brought your hand closer to his lips to blow warm air into them

You’re pretty sure your face is warmer than your hands now.

Wooo tysm for reading until the end🙂‍↕️ just thought of the prompt suddenly bcs it’s been pretty cold here in my country😭😭

Dividers by: @cursed-carmine

[luetta]

i saw someone joke about robot girls as an example of kinks that are just impossible to ever be made reality, like they're completely in the land of fiction. but ... that is just not true!

you can set the mood in your room. turn off the lights but put on some little coloured purple and blue blinkers. sit her down on the edge of your bed and sit down behind her. let her eyes flutter closed since there's no reason to keep them upon in this dark, safe room. softly coo into her ears, she's been such a good robot day! doing so many tasks so efficiently! making everyone around her so happy. but, silly her, she overdid it. so you're just going to have to do a tiny bit of repair work. "will that be okay, dear?" of course it will be. she trusts you completely. you're her admin. you created her. of course she has a safeguard preventing just anyone from powering her down, but she lets you override that with no resistance. such a good girl.

press your finger into the back of her neck, and then drag it down her spine. as she powers down, glide her limp body softly onto the bed. put her feet up so she's lying down completely now. maybe hold her limbs up a bit and let them drop. yep, she's powered down now. she's not unconscious, just mental faculties are capped at 10% and body autonomy is disabled. all you have to do now is find where she's sustained some damage. trace your fingers all along her chassis, poking in with a "screwdriver" to take her outer layer off and examine the wires and joints. hmmm... oil is a bit thin. these wires are too close together, could cause sparking and overheating. goodness, your fan is dusty. you've been working so hard, haven't you? gently turn her over onto her stomach now. it's time to investigate her processing unit, her software.

make sure her arms aren't stuck underneath her. once she's all comfy, you can unscrew her entire back panel. make sure to trace your fingers all around her back and spine as you do, robot girls love that shit. the soft human touch is heavenly to a machine of metal and electricity. and such a well designed chassis too, so beautiful. but off it comes, what's underneath is even prettier! oh, even now, it's still hot to the touch. you've been thinking so much today ... you don't need to think anymore though. just let me explore you. read out her event log for the day. algorithmic neural plasticity score. joint lubricant levels. corrupted data percentage. things like that. they're like scores to her. praise her if she's gotten good ones, tease her if she's gotten bad ones.

i could write so much more and maybe i will...like roleplaying injecting a virus into her neck or chest, and feeling the code flow all down her body...your cock can even be the usb!

also, at some point lay your whole body weight onto them - arms over her arms and legs over her legs. to calibrate pressure sensors or something. bc lets face it if she's a robot girl then she is 100% a neurodivergent cutie who'd love that sm <3

[formiito]

i crave domestic chuuya doing simple things like running errands with his s/o or chores together. just daily life with him :(((

breathe (in the air) ; chuuya nakahara

synopsis : late night cooking with chuuya. aka chuuya's way of saying "stay with me" without saying anything at all. read on ao3

author's note: AAHSGEHGEJSHEJ i've been ignoring requests for so long because of medical exams but it's alright now bc exams are done yippie </3 this is short bc im working on like two soukoku aus and my fyodor fic at the same time but BEAR WITH ME i hope you like it ajdhejgedjhe

There is the smell of something that might be burning that you're not quite sure of yet. However, Chuuya seems to be looking at the oven as if it owed him money, hands on the top of it like that would somehow fix the dish. Once he opened the oven, he grimaced at the stiff mass of … something on the tray. He picked the solid, black mass of burnt food up, hitting the floor with it in frustration. It didn't break. Or chip. He wonders what the fuck happened in that oven to make this weird indestructible thing out of cookie batter. How do you even fuck up that bad? How does anyone fuck up that bad??

Soft footsteps resound in the hallway that leads to the kitchen, and he doesn't need to look back to know who it is. The rhythm of your steps memorized, the manner in which your hands instinctively go to wrap around his neck feels familiar, and he breathes an exhausted, content sigh.

"What are you doing up so late?"

Right. What was he trying to do again? Baking boxed cookie mix. Because neither of them had the energy to cook anything for dinner and had passed out the moment they fell on the bed, clumsily half-undressing each other before sleep pulled them over the line that separated reality and dreams. Still, he didn't think they'd wake up too. When he got out of the bed at that small hour, he made sure to be as discreet as possible. After all, you looked even more exhausted than him, and he'd hate to disturb you when you were worn to the bone. But draped over his back like this, he liked that too. He figured he just likes most everything you do.

"What's that?" Your eyes drift to the weird black thing on the floor.

"Cookies."

"…Cookies?"

"I mean. It's supposed to be. What the fuck went wrong…" Chuuya groaned, clearly irritated by his recent failures.

He might've cut a few corners here and there when it came to the recipe, but even then, it should be impossible to make what looks like a condensed mass of human misery out of cookie dough premix. He should've really just gone out to get something from the convenience store, but the thought of going outside in this kind of all too warm and sticky weather made him want to just give up and go back to bed.

The sound of you humming in thought breaks his train of thought that was steadily derailing into annoyance. Once you pulled away—to which he just sighed, irrationally wanting to chase the touch—he watched as you got up, looking in the cabinet for something easy to make. "We could cook something together, you know." That idea had crossed his head, and in truth he just did not want to bother, but it meant spending more time with you. So despite being still mad at his recent mishap, he nodded, looking into the cupboard as well. He let you pick what you wanted. Rice, dashi, wasabi and a few other things he watched you take out, over your shoulder—maybe you were trying to make chazuke. Seems simple enough. Maybe he should've done that earlier, but to be fair, he would've just given up halfway and gone to sleep. Since you were the one doing it though, naturally he'd help.

While the water is boiling, he puts in a random disk in the CD player, looking at the cover. Pink Floyd, huh. While he's never really been one for this sort of music, or ever thought that he'd somehow associate the warm sounds of psychedelic rock with home, he's grown to like it too. Much as the rest of your things that are scattered round the house, seamlessly mixing into the space that is far too big for one person, he's fond of the little reminders. He doesn't outright say it, but this place feels less colder now that you've made it your home too. He doesn't need to say what the both of you know for a fact. As the sounds of Dark Side Of The Moon filter from the speakers of the old CD player, he walks back into the kitchen, where he picks off two bowls from the dish rack. Don't be afraid to care, huh…

Not that at the end of the day there was anything else. After the blood was spilled and the bodies had dropped, there was little to do other than welcome themselves home with a bottle of alcohol shared between two and letting intoxication blur the lines between nightmares and blissful sleep, or never make it to the bed, the touch of soft lips replacing the comfort of the mouth of the bottle. The tolerance keeps increasing; perhaps one day these distractions will no longer be enough to keep their mind off their troubles. It never was in the first place. The need to feel something more, more than the thrill of the fight or the reminder of regret—that was what they needed. But even if it didn't not entirely do the job, these routines were easy to fall into, were they not? One more glass, one more touch. Spend one more night wrapped in shared safety while being ready to lose each other the next day.

It was easy.

And right now, so is existing with you. Under the soft glow of the lamp, your face; the artificial sparkle in your eyes where he knows all light has fizzled out—his head rests on his folded arms, looking at you, and it's all strangely pretty. Maybe its because between the two of you and the adrenaline rush that seems to sustain the day, peace was a luxury. Once the scent of freshly steamed rice filled the kitchen, he stood up, picking out two bowls and filling them with rice. Your hands poured the tea onto the rice, carefully topping it with wasabi and furikake.

Funnily enough that he doesn't usually wake up at this hour just to cook with you, and yet doing so makes it feel like he's actually home with you. Not simply a temporary place to rest before throwing himself full throttle into whatever job was lined up for him next. For the likes of Chuuya, home has always been people, but it is for that reason that the feeling of home had always been temporary. As if the moment things began to feel stable, the moment he began to feel alright, it would be ruined again. Like a bandaid ripped off too early on a wound.

You patch the cuts up.

Just a little.

Just enough for it to hurt a little less.

So when the night ends with finished bowls tossed carelessly into the sink, bedsheets crumpled by tossing and turning, and his eyelids fall with the passing of the clock hands—

No dreams tonight.

Or nightmares.

Only a sleepy warmth.

It's strangely peaceful.

[lagomorphique]

an overlooked curly line from the HFIM DLC which highlights curly's fundamental loneliness as a character.

he feels at home neither in space nor on earth. people who spend a lot of time in space in this universe losing touch with friends and family bc they've been away for so long.

jimmy is the one constant that he has. he thinks curly is the life of the party, but he strikes me as the kind of guy to have a lot of acquaintances but not so many friends. he knows a lot of people, but none of them really Know Him.

the way curly talks to anya about jimmy, it's clear that he knows jimmy is volatile and lashes out. when jimmy berates him, curly gives up defending himself immediately. i very much associate him with dog imagery - jimmy can do or say anything he wants to him. curly will keep going back for more, craving that dynamic even. although it hurts, it's familiar, and there's comfort in that pain's familiarity

by the time of the crash, curly doesn't even trust his own perception of reality any more. gaslighting gets thrown around a lot these days, but it's what jimmy does to him in the exact textbook sense of the word at several points in the game. 'your recollection of things is wrong. the way you feel is wrong. the way you felt and reacted was different to how you remember them.'

he has to keep this professional distance between himself and the crew. it's one of the things that stops him grabbing on to anya's olive branch of friendship. the end result is that both of them are so fucking lonely

the only one without a piece on the board... the crew choose to spend their leisure time together, even jimmy, but curly isn't there. is it because he's working? is he being self-sacrificing, because only four people can play the game? either way, he isolates himself from the others.

curly's hallucination/flashback/prophetic stress dream in ch3 (maybe out of chronological order?). he's alone, with nowhere to go but blindly onward. the broken off ladders that lead nowhere in either direction.. he can neither ascend nor descend, just stuck halfway up with cold, dark water constantly lapping at his heels

in all of curly's dialogue you get this profound sense of unfulfilment, of always trying to run away from something. he wants to be better, to do more, but the prospect of change terrifies him more than anything else.

tldr; curly is lonely as fuck and pretty much no sense of self

[melanchoire]

popular (kinda bimbo) girl ningning asking nerd reader to help her to study for an upcoming exam (but in reality she just want to take her to bed) so you accept to meet up at your place, to ningning that was fantastic bc you lived alone so she arrives with her shortest skirt ever and a button blouse so tight that almost make her tits split out, you swallow hard when you see her, you can’t deny it, the girl is gorgeous and every girl and boy dream… she offers to study on bed to be more “comfortable”, she is already laid on her stomach with her tiny skirt almost showing her ass, you try your best to concentrate but it’s impossible, ningning is gorgeous, after an hour she says you look tense so she offers herself to give you a massage, you are skeptical but accept at the end after she insisted you will like it and it’s a way to be grateful to you for helping her, the touch of her hands makes you wet instantly, she rubbing her clothed pussy on your ass and thighs making soft moans and groans coming out from her lips while you bite your lip to avoid making a sound but when she turns you around to massage your arms and chest it’s when she starts to play with your tits and that’s when she moves more forward with kissing your neck and nipples, taking off your pants and panties to “massage” your pussy bc poor you, you are so tense bc of finals :(( she moves to a drawer looking for more cream or oil and ends up taking a vibrator out of it, you feel ashamed bc she teases you with “awww, you are so cute rewarding yourself after studying huh?” she fucks you with the toy while she licks your clit simultaneously, at the end you ended up rubbing your clits and eating each others pussies with the condition ning kept wearing that slutty skirt the entire time, of course after this you will help her more regularly

sorry this is so long… i got carried on 🤕

i love you anon we should kiss

ningning having an obsession with the reader because the fact that you’re lonely and weird turns ningning on?? maybe seeing you always wearing hoodies and how you’re always in the classroom during breaks instead of going to the cafeteria or walking around the institute is another thing that caught ningning’s attention…

and she manages to get close to you! playing the fool and saying that she needs some tutoring classes for the next exam because she doesn’t want to fail and have her parents angry with her but you would swear that you have seen her do her homework on the subject perfectly and she is karina’s friend, the girl with the highest gpa in the entire school and always offers help to students who need it 🤨 anyway, you were too nervous to think coherently at the moment she was standing in front of you and waiting for your answer to her proposal, so you agree to help her!

although it is a bit complicated when it comes to studying together because she is wearing the tightest and shortest clothes possible and your eyes seem to move of their own accord 😓 ningning was beautiful and had a body you couldn't take your eyes off, and that was a big thing for you to admit because you often looked at hundreds of girls all day, every day! i mean, since all you do is go to school and just study, you usually get bored by not interacting with anyone at all, so you always watch people, especially pretty girls 🥰

LMAO being so embarrassed that you can’t even do anything about it when she goes from giving you a “simple” massage that involved her grinding against your ass, to start groping your body and squeezing your tits over your sweatshirt 😭

you were so inexperienced and starved for female attention for as long as you can remember that you practically didn’t know how to react to having a hot girl blatantly touching your body and doing whatever was on her mind, while you were standing still in your place and making a mess in your underwear 😓 you’ve never spoken for more than five minutes with a woman who isn’t a relative or an acquaintance, so if when ningning asked you if you could set up a study date sometime you felt your underwear getting soaked and when you got home the first thing you did was finger yourself madly, now that ningning was groping you, your mind was on the verge of madness!

so ningning decides to give you a little more help because she knows that final exams are stressing you out and making you spend hours and hours studying in the library or sitting at your desk 🥰 her saying “you have body creams here, right?” and rummaging through your drawers as if they were hers or as if you two had a friendship with enough trust where she can feel at home 😭 obviously, because she is a gossip, she comes across things that some people would rather have avoided, like your beloved vibrator 💕

and she teases you about it 😓 saying things like “awww, who would have thought the loser is a pervert too.” and closing the drawer again, making you feel twice as embarrassed when you realize that she is seriously planning on using it right now...

and ningning fucks you while simultaneously playing with your clit 😵‍💫 watching your legs shake and your thighs threaten to clench together only fueled ningning’s crazy thoughts, wanting to keep playing with you until you completely break and become a complete mess... 100% edging guaranteed 🤗 ningning is a kinky girl who is doing to you the same thing she usually does to herself when she is alone, yeah! she is even overstimulating you it on you to the point where it hurts to cum, but she can’t stop laughing and making fun of you for wetting the sheets too much 💔

ningning keeping her skirt on while grinding her pussy against yours because she knows how much you like the way it looks on her :( awww she would say things like “i will fuck you this good if you promise to do all my homework for me.” and of course you agree! being bitchless was a pain and having a pretty girl showing interest in you is something you wouldn’t let go of

[one-sunny]

HI I SAW U OPENED UR REQUESTS AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMMM <333

I’ve always thought Ace would be the type to yearn and pine but not make a move bc he thinks he doesn’t deserve love. That with an oblivious/awkward/reciprocating reader would be the perfect mashup of tropes 🤭

Undeserving

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Summary: Yearning, pining, and feeling undeserving. These were all far too familiar for Portgas D Ace, when all he wanted was the love just within his reach. sad Ace behaviors and desc. of anxiety.

thank you so much!!! and you’re absolutely right this is the perfect trope mashup for Ace i’m obsessed

Fire Fist Ace was known as a feared presence by many. A combination of his power, haki, and the respect he earned led to him being a commander to some. He was brother and son of the White Beard pirates.

But above all else, he was just a man.

The first time this reality came crashing down was during one of the many celebrations on the Moby Dick. There was a celebration for the first divisions successful mission, music boomed, booze flowed, and a grand feast was being devoured by hungry pirates.

Among this all, you sat by Ace’s side with a grin. At some point, during the height of conversation and an even heftier bridge, you turned to say something to him. Not wanting to fight the noise, you had grabbed his arm to pull him to you so you could speak in his ear. Ace felt himself short circuit in that moment and he never truly recovered since then.

Every moment, every touch, every time he met your eyes it sent his heart fluttering in his chest. He had allowed himself a brief time to feel. To let the strong emotion wash over him. To give himself the illusion that maybe, just maybe, he could give in to his feelings.

But the one thing Ace’s unconscious mind liked to remind him, he is the son of a monster. A bloodline to squash. The one person most undeserving of such feelings. Sure, he had Pops and the crew, but he couldn’t let himself continue thinking about having you.

Despite how well Ace believed himself to hide it, it was very well known among the commanders just where you stood in his heart. They saw the longing stares, the way Ace would smile wistfully at the sound of your laughter, how easily he would crack under your gaze. You always seemed to be within his line of sight during battles and he always ensured you had adequate medical care whenever you were injured. And, anytime you were called to a mission, Ace was on edge until your safe return.

The current time was a perfect example of this. Ace paces the deck with a deep frown, eyes tracking the sun, annoyance building inside of him as the day goes on without your return. He lets out a deep sigh as he slumps back against the railings.

“Worrying not gonna make them come back faster, you know?” Marco calls to him from the lower deck. Ace whips around, mouth gaping for a moment, before he nervously scratches the back of his neck.

“What? I’m not-“

“Don’t start, Ace.” Thatch chuckles a deep and hearty laugh. “You can’t fool any of us.”

“Except for Y/N, they’re pretty oblivious it seems.”Marco shakes his head. Ace begins to ramble out an excuse, that he’s got a lot on his mind, and how he had a chore on the upper deck. None of it had any meaning. Marco and Thatch share a look and mischief sparks in their eyes. “Hey, is that their boat?”

Ace’s hat nearly flies off of his head at the speed in which he whips around and a chorus of laughter fills the air. “Funny.” He mutters, tipping the brim of his hat lower to hide his flushed face from the other commanders. Ace turns to leave the deck for a moment of quiet, when Thatch calls him back.

“Ace, there they are.” Thatch calls out.

“Yeah, you guys already got me. Very funny-“

“No, you idiot, they’re actually here now.”

Despite all of the teasing, Ace turns, and energy fills his very being at the sight of your small boat in the distance. A bright smile lights up his face and he launches himself down to the lower deck. He lands before his crew mates, effectively ignoring their teasing grins, and calls the crew to aid in your mission return.

Ace ensures he is the first to greet you as you board the Moby Dick, offering his hand out to you in your final steps, and taking the backpack slung over your shoulder. “‘Bout time you got back.” He offers a sweet smile and you are quick to return it.

“I can only sail so fast, ya know.” You chuckle at him. “Not all of us have fancy devil fruit powers we can power a boat with.”

“Yeah, that must suck.” He tips his head, taking you in fully and attempting to detect any possible injuries. “Think I just missed having you around.” Your brows shoot up in shock at his blunt words and Ace instantly scrambles. “Uh, because ya know, no one else helps out with my pranks like you. Got, ya know, got boring around here.” Ace clears his throat and adjusts the hat on his head.

“Right.” You nod slowly, feeling a heat settling inside of you.

“Right.” He purses his lips. “You, uh, you should probably debrief with Pops. I’m sure there’s plenty to talk about.” You nod in agreement, moving to head that way, before you stop in your tracks. You turn back around and his breath catches in his throat.

“My bag.” You point to it at the dumbfounded look.

“Oh, uh, I can drop it by your room if you want?” He offers with a smile. As you look back at him, he notes the tired glaze in your eyes and the way your shoulders droop.

A smile pulls to your lips, “Yeah, that’d be great actually. Thanks, Ace.”

As you wander off, Ace turns to watch you go, and his eyes fall on the two commanders that were watching the interaction closely. He bristles when he meets their eyes and quickly runs off to drop off your bag.

And the next hour is grueling and Ace could no longer deny to himself that he was waiting for you. So he could see you and finally talk to you.

When he hears you call out his name, his heart rate leaps. “What are you doin’ out here?” You offer him a sweet smile and he finds himself easily mirroring the expression.

“Uh, nothing, just,” He shrugs in an attempt to seem nonchalant. “Waiting around.” Ace crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall, calm and causal.

“For me?” There’s a sickeningly hopeful tone to your voice.

“Uh,” Ace balks.

And that seemed to strike something in you, “Just, uh, just messing with you, Ace.” There’s a tension that seems to rise in the air and Ace feels as if his throat is thick as he swallows hard. He hated this. The awkwardness. The uncomfortable feelings trying, and failing, to be pushed to the side so you can both be normal again. “Do you know if dinners ready yet?” You prompt, rocking on your heels. “I’m starving.”

“Oh, i’m not sure actually.” Ace inwardly cringes at himself. “Let’s go check.”

When you enter the kitchen, you are called to the large group of crew members for the tales of your travels over dinner. Ace watches you go for a long moment with a fluttering in his stomach. It grew in motion until the fluttering was violent, knocking into his rib cage and gripping at his throat. To see you blending with the crew with that smile on your face- a gathering of people that he knew deep down that he didn’t even deserve.

It made his body run cold despite the living inferno that he was.

He offers a final, lingering stare as your hands move animatedly along with your story, before he disappears from the room. He was almost certain that you wouldn’t even notice. That no one would notice. The anxiety grips his throat with a power that he was more used to than he would like to admit.

The rest of the day is a blur as he makes himself scarce to the crew. All the way until the sun has set and the sea turns into a black void.

And he sits in that void instead of sleeping like he should be. He was certain that he would pass out in the middle of breakfast tomorrow but who was he to care. Many called him narcoleptic and Marco has tried to fuss over him many times regarding this, but Fire Fist was well aware that it was the insomnia that struck in the late hours of the night. He needed to take any chance he had for sleep during the day because the moon came with heavy taunts.

Ace can hear the light footsteps moving across the deck and he internally kicks himself for so easily recognizing them as your footsteps. Then, you’re dropping down to sit beside of him and propping your elbows against the railing. He spares a glance to see a tired daze about your eyes.

You meet his eye with a tired pout, “Are we okay?”

He bristles at your words, muscles tense, before he clears his throat. “‘Course we are.” His voice is a pitch higher than what he intended to. And there was no way you were missing that, eyes narrowing at him. “I don’t know, I’m just off today.”

Your finger absently runs along the railing with shoulders dropped. “Did I- Did I do something?” Your voice is low and distant. Ace feels his heart squeeze at this.

“You didn’t do a thing, okay?”

“Then,” You groan and drop your head back. “Will you talk to me? I know i’ve been gone for a little while but I feel like the two of us could always talk to each other before and-“ You wave a hand and purse your lips. “Things were just ugh earlier!”

“Ugh?” He can’t help but smile at this.

“You heard me.” You bump his shoulder but continue to avoid his eye.

Ace lets out a low sigh, tapping his fingers repeatedly, before casting his eyes out to the dark sea. Silence lingers for a long moment as he attempts to gather his thoughts into something rational. “Do you ever, just, feel like you’re cursed?” He can’t bring himself to meet your eye or even glance in your direction. “Like everything you want is right within your reach, but it’s somehow still out of grasp?” You hum in thought but allow Ace to continue rambling on instead of answering. “There’s so much more that I want, but it’s like I don’t deserve any of it.” He huffs. “At all.”

“What kind of things do you feel you don’t deserve?” Your voice is light and as delicate as the situation.

“Everything.” The answer is simple and straight to the point. “Pops.” His eyebrows furrow at the thought of his father figure. Because his real, biological father, was the root of many of his issues. He didn’t deserve Whitebeard and the man that he is. “The crew.” His brother’s in arms that would die for him, just as he would for them. “My brother.” His frown deepens at the idea of Luffy. Of the unconditional love that he provided while growing up. “You.” His words were barely above a whisper. Because above all, he felt like he was the most undeserving of your presence in his life.

You’re quiet for a long moment and Ace almost regrets his words. Then you finally speak up, “You don’t even realize how loved you are, do you?” There’s a sadness about your voice.

Ace can’t even form the words for a reply, a sound breaking in the back of his throat.

“I don’t even know how much my words mean to you, but I can’t think of anyone more deserving of what he has.” You shake your head as if annoyed with the thought. “You’re so, so good, Ace.” A huff. “So many people would put their lives on the line for you because you are worthy of love.”

“I don’t feel,” He swallows the thick lump in his throat. “Like I deserve love.”

“But you do.” You try to stress to him, leaning in a little bit closer and attempting to meet his eye. Ace pointedly stares into the void of the sea instead. You sigh lowly, “Look at me.” You urge to him, desperate to have him meet your eye for your next words. “Ace, please.”

His eyes flutter shut for a moment and he takes a deep breath, but ultimately meets your gaze.

You take a deep breath, “Ace, I love you.”

For a moment, he doesn’t react. His expression doesn’t change and instead he just looks back at you. You almost second guess if he even heard you until he shakes his head. “Don’t,” His head snaps back to look at the dark sea. “Don’t do that.” He lets out a shaky breath. “Please don’t.”

“But I- I- I do.” You stutter out, stamping down the nervous energy trying to creep up on you. Because he needed to hear this. To know what he means to you. “Not like I love the rest of them, either. The crew. You’re,” You gulp. “You’re different.”

“What?” His words edge on being harsh.

Your entire body tenses at the sound, but you push forwards despite this. “I’m in love with you.”

Ace drops his head into his hands, pressing his palms against his cheekbones and attempting to piece together the swirling thoughts in his mind. He had to be dreaming. Had to be witnessing a manifestation of his own delusions right before his eyes. The void of the sea playing tricks on him.

But your hand places on his bicep and pulls him back to the deck he was sitting on. “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have just dropped that on you when you’re feeling like this but-“

“You can’t love me.” He blurts out. “You’re too…” He waves a hand as he tries and fails to find the right words. You watch as the gears visibly turn in his mind, unsure if you were even breathing for a moment. “Too good.”

“Too good.” You chuckle nervously.

“You,” He begins, leaning in a little bit closer so your faces were inches apart. “You’re exactly the person I don’t deserve.” His breath is almost burning hot on your face. “You can’t love me because I would ruin you.”

“I’m stronger than you think.”

“But i’m not.” The words rush out of him before he can even process them.

You hold his gaze, unwavering. “Then it sounds like we need each other, huh?” You raise a hesitant hand, gauging his reaction, before ever so gently cupping his cheek. His skin is hot and you’re almost certain you catch a flicker of light start and quickly extinguish on his shoulder. “Because I know that I need you.” You lean in to rest your forehead against his.

Ace swallows back the tears that want to fall and stamps down the conflicting anger that is trying to bubble up inside of him. Instead, he allows himself to feel. To embrace you and pull you even closer to him. Your words heavily combatted the brutal thoughts he has held for years, but you were one heck of a fighter.

“I need you.” Ace chokes out, strong arms locked around your body. “I- I- uh.” He tries to force the words out but they keep getting stuck in his throat. You pull back only slightly to look him in the eyes, the absolute adoration and vulnerability he exudes in that simple look, and suddenly you catch onto something that has been manifesting for years.

“I love you too, Ace.” You mumble.

And when words fail, actions prevail. Ace closes the small gap between you in a searing kiss, allowing the emotions to pour out in droves to relay what he couldn’t bring himself to say. He feels you smile against his lips and that only makes him cling to you more desperately.

Ace reluctantly pulls back when his lungs start to burn, panting, but happy.

[drdemonprince]

Read the cop post you reblogged. Apologies if I’m being too literal. I’ve had ppl break into my house before. What am I supposed to do in that situation? Shoot the person? Let them shoot me? Genuinely asking for an alternative bc I don’t want to call the cops ever. It just feels like it’s often ppl who don’t live in areas with higher crime who post stuff like that and it feels out of touch with the reality some are living in. Most ppl in my neighborhood don’t want to abolish the police. It’s white liberals, leftists, anarchists who get to live that out more. Idk if this makes sense, but would love to hear others thoughts.

I have also had people break into my home, I've heard drills run on my block multiple times in just the past year, I've witnessed multiple shootings, violent domestic assault outside my home, etc. I also live in a racially diverse area and speak regularly with my neighbors and yeah, a 70-year-old Black grandmother in Chicago is far more likely to be a pro-cop Trump supporter than she is to be a radical anarchist. Your average person of any identity group is unlikely to be an abolitionist or anarchist... because those are still extremely fringe political positions in this world. Now it is also experience that the majority of actually committed abolitionists are Black & brown people, but that doesn't mean a majority of people from those identity groups in general are abolitionists at all. The white leftie abolitionists...mostly aren't actually abolitionists in practice from all that I've seen. Give them a roommate who doesn't pay the bills and has a mental health episode and they'll wield the tools of the state just as readily as anybody.

And that kinda brings me to one of my questions. Has calling the cops worked for you when you have had to deal with a home invasion, robbery, attack, etc? I just mentioned this in another post, but in my case *threatening* to call the cops has helped sometimes. The existence of the police state as a threat did help keep my stalker from going further when he broke into my apartment. But when a person (especially a person in a non-wealthy, majority-nonwhite area) calls the cops, how often do they show up soon enough to be helpful? How often do they confuse the attacker and the victim? How often do they blame the victim and refuse to file a report? How often do they attack or kill the wrong person? How often does their presence escalate things and cause people to panic, causing more violence?

I'm not trying to be a little shit here, I know that the answer is not "100% of the time". Sometimes, in the present world, a person is overpowered and in danger and they have no support network around them and they call the cops and the sirens or the sight of big dudes with guns scares their attacker away. I have, once or twice, witnessed some version of that too. It didn't do anything to get the victim away from their abuser or prevent harm from happening in the long term, but it did cause people to scatter.

Of course the long term abolitionist answer is that we need community networks of support to keep one another safe, to prevent crimes motivated by need, to deescalate conflict, and maybe even to secure justice and safety by scaring abusers and rapists etc off. In the absence of those things formally existing, I think we should all do what we can to build those networks of support in our communities, and thinking about how we can address problems without using the police. I wrote about some examples of that I witnessed and lived through here:

I don't think there are many great options right now if a person is attacked. I know that I minimize my involvement with the police as much as I humanly can. Again, only you can decide for yourself what you believe, what you can do, what you need, what you think is right.

[raekensluver]

shadows of the past

masterlist | main masterlist - part one, part two, part three

description: theodore nott had made only one promise to you. he would come back to you after the war. but how could you both be so sure he could come back?

pairing: ex boyfriend!death eater!theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: angst, breakup, mentions of theo being a death eater and the battle of hogwarts

song rec: anchor by: novo amor- "and i hear your ship is coming in, your tears a sea for me for me to swim."

w.c: 2.k (exactly?!)

an: i tried. this is my first 'official' time writing angst.....low key hope this destroys someone's heart bc then i've completed my desired goal. i would loveee some feedback (pls give me tips) !! i love reading your comments! (original title was broken promises)

the rain outside tapped a solemn rhythm against the window, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. your dorm room felt eerily empty without theo's presence. the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke still lingered faintly on your pillow from when he would lay in bed with you. you sat cross-legged on the bed, your eyes fixed on the old photograph of you together. his arm was draped around your shoulders, his smile so wide that night, he would've denied it happened if it wasn't for the photographic proof. that was a time when your love had felt unwavering, a beacon in your life amidst the shadowy world of hogwarts.

but now, with the coldness of the room seeping into your very soul, you knew that was over. the silence was deafening, the distant echoes of your laughter and whispers now seemed like a distant memory.

your eyes filled with unshed tears as you remembered the last time you two had spoken. his voice, while laced with pain and regret, had said the words that had shattered your heart into a million pieces.

"i'm not good for you," he had murmured, his steel grey eyes reflecting the harrow you knew he felt. "i'm a death eater. i can't ask you to wait for me." but you had wanted to, you had promised to, no matter the consequences. the weight of his decision bore down on you like an invisible cloak, suffocating you with each breath you took.

the bed creaked softly as you lay down, your thoughts racing with scenarios of what you two could have been. if only he had believed in your shared love, in your future together. if only he hadn't pushed you away, thinking he was protecting you by doing so. your fingertips grazed the cold, empty space beside you, the reality of his absence hitting you like a wave of icy water. you missed his gentle touch, the way he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and the way his arms wrapped around you.

the moon outside your window cast a silver glow on the room, highlighting the tear-stained letters scattered across your desk. they were filled with his promises, his love, and his fears. each word had been written into the parchment as if he had bled them onto the page. you picked one up, reading the words you had committed to memory. his handwriting was messy, as if the letter was written in haste, but you cherished every loop and curve, every word that spelled out his love for you.

your eyes fell upon the last line, i will come back for you, i swear it. it was a vow you held onto with every fiber of your being, but doubt had started to creep in, whispering in the quiet moments of the night. would he really come back for you when the war was over, or would he be lost to the darkness forever? you didn't know the answer, but you knew you couldn't live without the hope that he would.

the door to your dorm room creaked open, and you spun around, expecting to see one of your friends, maybe pansy or even daphne to come to check on you. instead, you found yourself face-to-face with him. theo, drenched from the rain, his eyes dark with an intensity that made your stomach flip. he looked like he hadn't slept in days, the circles under his eyes a stark contrast to his pale skin.

for a moment, you just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words and the echoes of your shared past. you wanted to run to him, to throw your arms around him and tell him you didn't care about his choices, that you loved him regardless. but you knew that wasn't what he needed to hear. he had made his decision, and you had to respect it, even if it felt like your heart was being torn apart.

"theo," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. he took a step into your dorm, his eyes never leaving yours. "what are you doing here?"

he closed the door softly behind him, his gaze searching your face as if he were memorizing every feature. "i had to see you," he said, his voice raw with emotion.

your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of anger and love warring within you. "why?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "you made your choice. why come back now?"

theo took another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "i know what i said, but i can't bear the thought of you hating me, of you thinking i don't care." he reached out, his hand hovering near your cheek, but he didn't make contact. "i love you. i always will."

your breath hitched in your throat. you wanted so badly to believe him, to lean into his touch and let the warmth of his love envelop you again. but you knew the cost of such comfort. "theodore," you said, your voice shaking. "you're fighting for a cause that's tearing us apart. how can i be with you if you won't let me in?"

he took a deep breath, his hand dropping to his side. "i know," he said, the words heavy with regret. "but i had to try. to tell you that i'm sorry for everything, for the pain i've caused." his eyes searched yours, desperate for a spark of forgiveness. "i don't expect you to wait for me. i just wanted you to know that i never stopped caring."

the silence stretched between them, taut with unspoken emotions. you stepped closer, the rainwater from his cloak leaving a damp trail on the floor. "i don't hate you," you whispered, your voice shaking. "how could i? but i can't be with you, not like this."

theo's expression was a storm of pain and hope, his eyes never leaving yours. "i know," he said finally, his voice cracking. "but i had to tell you. i couldn't live with the lie anymore."

"lie?" you echoed, your own eyes filling with tears. "what lie?"

he took another step closer, the rain still dripping from his hair. "the lie that i don't love you, that i don't miss you every second of every day." his hand reached out, tentatively, and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. the warmth and familiarity of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. "the lie that i'm okay without you."

your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deceit, but all you found was the raw truth. you resolve wavered, the weight of his words like a spellbinding charm. "teddy," you murmured, your voice cracking. "you're breaking my heart all over again."

he stepped closer, the gap between you now only a whisper of space. "i never wanted to hurt you," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "but i can't change who i am, or what i've done. i just needed you to know that it wasn't because i didn't love you enough."

your heart felt as though it might shatter at any moment. "i know," you said, your voice barely audible. "but that doesn't make it any easier."

theo stepped closer, the warmth of his body bleeding into you. "i know," he repeated, his breath ghosting over your lips. "but i had to come back, to tell you one last time."

your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt or regret, but all you found was a deep, unwavering love. you felt your own purpose crumbling, the desire to be in his arms again almost too much to bear. "what if the war never ends?" you whispered, your voice trembling. "what if we're forced to be like this forever?"

theo's expression softened, and he cupped your face in his hands. "then we'll find a way to be together," he said, his thumbs brushing away the tears that clung to your lashes. "i'll do anything to make this right."

he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "i can't just walk away from you without telling you how much you mean to me."

your eyes searched his, the grey of his irises swirling with a tempest of emotions. "what happens when you leave?" you asked, your voice thick with unshed tears.

he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides. "i don't know," he admitted, his eyes never leaving yours. "but i had to come back, to see you one last time."

your breath caught in your throat as you felt the gravity of his words. "one last time?" you asked, your heart aching.

theo nodded solemnly. "i can't promise you anything more than that," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "but i needed to tell you before…" he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

your eyes searched his, the depth of his pain reflected in your own. "theo," you breathed, your voice shaking. "you can't just leave me like this."

he closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek. for the first time ever, you watched him cry.

"i'm sorry," he whispered. "i never wanted to cause you pain." He opened his eyes again, looking into yours with a fierce determination. "but i have to go back. i have to fight."

your eyes searched his, desperation and love clashing within you. "but why?" you choked out. "what if you don't come back?"

theo's expression tightened, and he took a step back, the distance between you two now unbridgeable. "then you'll know i did everything i could," he said, his voice steady despite the pain etched on his features. "but i have to believe that there's a future for us, even if it's just a glimmer."

your eyes searched his, desperation clinging to every word. "what if there isn't?" you choked out, your voice barely a whisper.

theo's expression was a mix of pain and determination. "then i'll have fought for it," he said, his voice firm. "i'll have done everything in my power to make it right." he paused, his eyes drifting to the photograph on the bed. "i have to try."

your eyes followed his gaze, the image of your happier times now a stark reminder of the chasm that had grown between you. "i don't want that," you said, your voice breaking. "i want you here, with me."

theodore's expression was a whirlpool of love and pain. "i want that too," he whispered. "but i can't ignore the path i've been destined to take." He took one last, lingering look at her, his eyes drinking in every detail of your face. "remember me," he murmured, "if i dont come back to see you. remember me, as i am now. not as the monster everyone makes me out to be."

your heart felt like it was being torn in two as you watched him turn and walk away. you wanted to call out, to beg him to stay, but the words lodged in your throat. as he reached the door, he paused, his hand on the knob. he looked back at you, his eyes filled with a sadness so intense it was almost palpable.

"i'm fighting for a world where we can be together," he said, his voice low and earnest. "where our love isn't tainted by the choices i've made." his gaze held yours for a moment longer, the unspoken promise in his eyes almost too much to bear. "i have to go," he murmured, his hand tightening around the doorknob. "but i'll come back for you."

his words hung in the air like a shattered dream, and you knew that no matter what you said, he would not be swayed. his path was set, and you could only watch as he opened the door and stepped into the corridor, the rain outside beckoning him back to the storm he had chosen.

[happy74827]

if you take requests! i love your writing! maybe a fic about harvey and it’s a little angsty bc of his pride or a miscommunication but then it becomes really fluffy

Regrets and Resolutions

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis Sometimes it takes a fight to know what you want, and sometimes what you want is what you need.

WC: 2459

Category: Angst to Fluff, Happy Ending

Angst to fluff is my specialty, so when I saw this request, I got all giddy. However, I do want to apologize for how long it took because it's been like two months and I feel really bad about it 😅🙏

Also miscommunication? Haha more like no communication

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Harvey Specter rarely messes up. For him, it’s always a perfect mix of confidence, arrogance, and planning. It was the one thing you always loved about him. Sure, he could be an ass at times, but the man knew how to work the courtroom, and as he always says, he plays the man, not the role.

You can still remember how it all started. It was a slow summer night, and you both happened to be at the bar that evening. For different reasons, of course.

For him, it was a celebration of a win for his client. Usually, he’d celebrate alone in the office with a bottle of wine, but the world worked in mysterious ways.

For you, it wasn’t a celebration or a happy event for work at all. You were there for a break. It had been an extremely stressful day, and all you wanted to do was drink and think about something other than work.

That was until a drunk man ruined your night.

He had approached you with some words that made your skin crawl and a touch that made you nauseous. You quickly got up to leave, but before you could, he held you down. You tried to push away, but he had a firm grip on your arm, and you couldn't get away from him.

That’s when you felt a set of strong arms pull him off you and into a chair. Your eyes widened, and that feeling in your chest fluttered when you were met with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen.

They were warm, and even though he was mad, he still looked like he had just woken up from a dream. He looked like a male model. You were completely infatuated.

“You alright, hunny?” His voice was gentle and quiet. His voice was like a lullaby and the only thing you could focus on in the noisy bar.

You didn’t even register the nickname.

It was only when he referred to you as “his wife" that you finally snapped out of it.

You were about to argue back, but he took your hand in his and leaned forward to your ear. His breath was warm, and your body reacted on its own.

To some, it would look like an endearing kiss on the cheek, but in reality, he was only whispering.

“Just play along. Marriage will scare him off faster than anything.” There was humor in his tone, and you could feel the smile in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to deal with an uncomfortable situation, and as it turns out, Harvey Specter knows exactly how to get someone to back down.

It took all but a few minutes, and he was able to scare the man away. Afterward, you offered your hand to shake his in thanks, and even though he gave you a charming smile, it was his eyes you were most drawn to.

That night, you were sure you were in love.

Since that night, you found yourself frequently going to that bar and talking to the handsome stranger. You fell in love with the way he always paid attention and asked questions about your life and your work. His words were like a breeze in the summer, making you feel alive and warm. He was so easy to talk to, and you were surprised at how quickly you became comfortable around him.

You would ask each other questions, flirt, and even laugh. Sometimes, you would go out to dinner. Nothing too formal, usually just for sushi and wine, but the night would be perfect.

As the months rolled by, he began to be the best part of your day. Whenever you saw him, it would brighten your day, and whenever he'd smile, it would warm your soul.

But one day, that all changed.

Harvey became colder towards you, and you began to wonder if you had done something wrong. But it was never you. It was always Harvey who started the arguments. It was always Harvey who pushed you away, but never you.

It was a Tuesday evening, and you had just returned from work. You expected the day to be stressful as usual, but nothing could prepare you for what came that evening.

You were about to get a glass of water when Harvey stormed in, tie in hand with a pissed-off look in his eye.

“Hey Harv…” You started, but Harvey cut you off.

"Don’t.” He didn’t even look at you, only shrugging off his coat and tossing it on the hook. “I’m not in the mood.”

He didn't even glance your way before he walked over to the fridge and opened it. He rummaged through the fridge for a few minutes before taking out a beer. He opened the bottle, took a swig, and let out a loud sigh. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You wanted to comfort him, but your legs were glued to the floor, unable to move.

"What do you want for dinner? I'm going to order takeout," He said, not even looking at you.

You remained quiet, unsure if you should speak or not.

Harvey didn't speak much more that night. The only words he spoke were asking you what you wanted and when it would be there. But other than that, it was quiet. You ate your takeout in silence and took your bath without saying a word.

In the morning, he was gone before you woke. You assumed he went to work, and when you checked your phone, you were right. He texted you to say that he would be at work all day. It wasn't until that evening that you found out what was going on.

And you didn’t figure it out from him.

Donna. She had told you after you called her for help, asking her why he was acting so strangely.

And thus, the big fight that made Harvey mess up for once. You didn’t mean to blow up at him, but with his constant avoiding and refusal to speak, you got mad.

He thought you were pissed about the dishes and didn't take it seriously at first, but when you began to yell, he realized that wasn't the issue.

"I can’t keep doing this. I know it’s hard for you given how it is at work, but… God, Harvey, I feel like I don't even know you anymore!"

He scoffed and gave you a look you knew too well.

"You can't even spend five seconds with me without snapping or accusing me of something, and that’s not even the worst part," You shook your head and clenched your fists.

Harvey didn’t say anything, only folding his arms and watching you closely.

"You don't talk to me anymore, you don't pay attention, you're just cold." Your eyes stung as you said those words. The reality of it all was just hitting you, and the longer it went on, the worse you felt. "You used to be so sweet, and I used to feel like we were the best team."

“What’re you saying?” Harvey asked, taking a step closer to you.

"I’m saying how I hate that I always have to call Donna and tell her that, 'Harvey’s lashing out again, what happened this time?' when I should be hearing about what's going on from you. But you never open up. You don't tell me how your day is going; you don't tell me how your firm is. I don't know what's wrong. I never know what’s wrong. And when I ask, you either tell me it's nothing or say nothing at all.”

Your voice broke slightly, and you looked away. You couldn't bear to look at Harvey right then. It felt like everything you were saying was a slap in the face to him, and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to hurt him. You didn't want to be a bad person. You wanted to be good for Harvey. You loved him more than anything, but you couldn't take the pain any longer.

"And now, I just feel like you don't care about me, that you don't love me, that you don't love anything at all. It's like you don't care about anything that I've done for you, that you're just walking away from it all like it doesn't mean anything to you. I can't keep living like this."

You held your tears back, but you didn't say anything else.

You started heading toward the door, not wanting to look at him, but he quickly grabbed your arm and turned you around. He looked like he was going to say something, but before he could, you spoke.

"Just let go.” Your voice was quiet. You couldn't bear to look at him anymore. You tried to pull your arm back, but Harvey wouldn't let go.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and you could hear the pain in his voice. You could tell he wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I'm going to think. So, why don’t you do the same and then call Donna and ask her what you should do because she seems to be the only one who knows what's going on with you."

You started heading for the door once again, and when he didn't stop you this time, you pulled your arm out of his grasp.

You could still feel the sting when you woke up the next day, but you were glad it was gone.

After that day, Harvey called you, and you ignored him. Seeing his name pop up on the screen only made you sad, and you didn't know how to deal with that, so you put your phone away, unanswered, and shut him out.

Your parents' house was always open to you, so you spent a few nights there to clear your mind.

As you sat there, watching some crappy romance movie with your family, you only thought about him. The good times. The happy times. The laughs. The smiles. The love.

Harvey always had problems with committing to anything. You knew that before you got together.

You remember all the arguments you had about it. How he would always say everything but the word "love” because he was too scared that you would leave once it was out in the open.

And now, with everything you just went through, you didn't think you would ever forgive yourself if you left. You would never be able to forgive yourself if you abandoned the man you loved, who you knew loved you just as much.

You spent hours debating in your head on if it was worth it. Suppose it was worth fighting for.

And that's when it hit you.

The realization of it all.

He was a lawyer. It's his nature to fight. His nature is to argue and argue until the end. He would never admit defeat or admit defeat was even possible. And you were the person he was willing to fight for and fight for you he would.

The night you decided to go home and face him came faster than you thought. And you didn’t even make it out of your parent's house because he was waiting for you at the front door.

Regret was in those beautiful eyes. He wasn’t in a suit, either. He was in jeans and a T-shirt with a sweater, and he looked so casual but, at the same time, so handsome. You wanted to reach out and touch him, just to see if he was real, but you held yourself back.

You stood there and looked at him, and he looked right back at you. He didn't move, didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke volumes.

And then he finally spoke.

"I messed up," Harvey said quietly, stepping closer to you.

You nodded.

"I should've talked to you sooner, but I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't understand. I was afraid that you'd look at me the same way as everyone else. I was afraid that you wouldn't love me anymore."

"I never stopped loving you, Harvey," You said quietly, looking up at him. "I just stopped thinking you loved me back."

He took another step closer to you, and before he could say another word, you had your arms wrapped around him. Your body fit against his like it was supposed to be there, and he did the same.

Your foreheads touched, and you looked into his eyes. He looked into yours.

"I love you.”

Your eyes met, and you practically almost burst into tears. You had waited for him to say it for so long.

"I love you so much." He whispered, “And I’m sorry I didn’t show it. I’m sorry I made you doubt that."

You sniffled and nodded. “You know you’re being the most Hallmark cliche ever right now, right?" You let out a small laugh, wiping away a few tears that were escaping you. "Hot lawyer and a tearful confession. All we need now is a dog."

Harvey laughed and looked away for a second. "Don’t forget about the townspeople watching us from their windows and cheering."

“Like who? Donna?”

"Well, I was going to say your parents, but sure. Let's just add Donna." He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose.

"You really do love me, right? And you aren't just saying it for a townsperson's sake?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Harvey put his hands on your waist and looked at you, still smiling.

“I’m saying it for the dog.”

“Harvey.” You gave him a look.

"Alright, alright. I'm saying it for the townspeople. For Donna, if she were here."

“Mhmm... and for yourself?"

Harvey stared into your eyes and gave you the most gentle smile you had ever seen.

"And for you." He whispered.

That was it. That was the moment you knew it was real. You could feel it in your heart, in your bones, and in your very soul.

You kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, and you pressed your body against him.

It felt like time had stopped as the kiss lingered on for what felt like years. His lips moved with yours, and you felt like your soul was leaving your body and going to heaven. It felt like a dream. It was a dream.

And for you, that would be your happy ending.

The world worked in mysterious ways, and so did Harvey Specter. But one thing you learned about Harvey is that he knows exactly how to work the world.

And after that night? He definitely worked it for you.

[urf4vsc0rpio]

hi scorpio. seeing the words "freak scale" in a pretty cursive font is something i never though id ever lay my eyes on. and yet here we are.

how about fluff cutie patootie romance sweetie pie scale? 1-10 of course. we gotta make sure ur wife isnt lacking.

-dani lovr xoxoxo freak bot

Dimitrescu Sisters Fluff Scale

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nothing just fluff, def ooc

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: -

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I thought it would be funny HAHHAHA Nways dinner is served <3

I had to lay on the floor sm times just thinking abt what else to add

Bela Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 11/10

Look me in the eye and tell me this woman is NOT touch starved. Exactly, you can't bcs it's true

Sure she's busy most of the time but that doesn't mean she won't make time for cuddles

Poor girl is constantly stressed and done w her sisters shenanigans, give her a hug...

"Mmm..." She would mumble w her face buried in your chest as you ran your fingers through her hair, asking her how her day went.

When u guys first dated, I don't think she'd enjoy physical touch that much but would soon warm up to it and demands it always every damn time

You could walk into her room, see her busy and stressed n allat. The second you sat yourself in her lap, she'd immediately drop everything she was doing just to pull you closer and bury her face in your neck/chest while mumbling how much she missed you or how nice you smell

Waking up early? Don't even think about it, she'd whine and pull you closer "Don't go...just a few more minutes..." proceeds to cuddle in bed for an hour. R u gonna complain? HELL NO

Oh you're cooking? Would stand behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist and her face buried in your neck. "Bela I'm cooking..." "You can manage"

The second you open your arms, she'd immediately launch herself into your embrace.

Enjoys having her hair played w

Little playful nibbles and kisses have her heart

Would definitely kiss you all over just to hear you laugh

She's definitely the type to purposely brush her fingers against yours

Adjusts your collar, scarf, or hair with focused care, showing her attention to detail and thoughtfulness.

Would tots rest her forehead against yours after a kiss

Cup her face and she'd immediately lean into your touch with a happy hum. Trust me on this, I can confirm this fact cuz I'm married to her w 2 cat babies.

Def goes to u when her day is shit, crawling into bed and just laying on top of u, resting her head against ur chest to listen to ur heartbeat

Ur heartbeat = Absolute comfort

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 8/10

Bold but starved that's fo sho

Def wouldn't shy away from physical affection once she’s comfortable with her lover. Lowkey a natural flirt but also secretly craves genuine closeness which she masks with her playful teasing bcs idk...she's just built like that. Skibidi Alpha core

"Hah! Me? Touch starved!? Never!" While having you trapped in her embrace, refusing to let you go when you tried to squirm away just to prove her wrong

Would casually initiate lil touches but lingers longer than necesarry despite saying she doesn't care abt physical touch cuz it's stupid

100% would tackle u down playfully, saying that it's "just for fun and to test your strength" when in reality this is her way of seeking closeness w u w/o asking for it and embarrassing herself...cough and her ego cough cough

Pulls you into her lap w no shame whenever u two r alone "What? I can't pull my lover into my lap anymore?"

She’d want to be the only one you touch or hold and wouldn’t hesitate to make it known.

When u two r alone, Cassandra would soften. She’d lay her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, maybe even play w ur hair

Think of a manly dude cuddling his gf, immediately acts like he wasn't just whining softly when he saw her recording. Yea that's her.

Bold but starved that's fo sho

Grumbles when u point out how much she enjoys cuddling, says she's just bored but refuses to let u escape her grip

Def wouldn't shy away from physical affection once she’s comfortable with her lover. Lowkey a natural flirt but also secretly craves genuine closeness which she masks with her playful teasing bcs idk...she's just built like that. Skibidi Alpha core

She'd never admit it but she craves being held as much as she loves holding u. After a stressful day, she might just pull you close and rest her head on ur chest, staying silent but clearly seeking comfort which u happily give

Daniela Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 13/10

No words, just look at her.

This woman is CLINGY and she is PROUD.

Clings onto you whenever she can

Around you 24/7, either standing near u or just all up in ur personal space, clinging onto u like a koala

"This is y/n, she loves her personal space" "This is Daniela, Daniela also loves y/n's personal space"

Would be all over her you, always seeking physical contact. Whether it’s holding hands, cuddling, or resting her head on their shoulder, she craves constant reassurance through touch.

Being close to u = Ultimate comfort

Unbothered by how clingy she is, as long as ur aware of how much she loves u (and ur personal space)

Would tackle u before saying "Just wanted to be near u :3"

Kisses out of the blue

Just like Bela, she enjoys having her hair played w

Would pout and whine when u try to get up "Dani I need to piss..." "Okay and??"

Would giggle mischievously when she manages to pull u back down, clearly happy that she got her way

Eventually (reluctantly...rlly reluctantly) lets u go when u genuinely need to go somewhere

Also like Bela, wouldn't let u leave her bed "It's too early to get readyy!! Stay with mee" Proceeds to miss breakfast

She’d insist on sitting in your lap or making u sit on her lap, laying her head in your lap, curling up beside you with her arms wrapped tightly around you, just anything that involves being near u, she loves it

If cuddling was a sport, she'd ALWAYS win.

You'd be the first person she finds after a hard day, wordlessly throwing herself into your arms

Drama queen.

"You...you refuse to give me the affection I so desperately crave...?" you just said you were busy "Oh! I am hurt!" W her hand against her forehead and the other one on her chest "This is torture!"

Ur nightly cuddles consist of Daniela either falling asleep in ur arms or falling asleep w u in her arms, clinging onto you tightly as if you might just disappear if she were to loosen her grip.

When she’s feeling emotional or scared, Daniela would def crawl into your arms and cling to you silently, just needing the reassurance of your presence. "Bad day?" "Mhm..." "I got you, lovebug. I'm here" "Mm..." followed by small sniffles while u trace gentle patterns on her back which btw have I mentioned that she loves it when u do that? It's like the ultimate source of calm

She’d love giving and receiving soft, lazy kisses

Def enjoys playfully nibbling u.