#but I don’t wanna make them feel like they have to help me or put that on them

[sweeethearts]

professor!robby headcanons

a/n: hiiiiii cuties!!!!!!!!!!! everyone can blame @oldermenfucker’s prof!robby post for sending me into a headcanon spiral about this AU, like no fr im actually infatuated!!! i also hate that school is starting soo soon so this is me coping if you will. also, if you harass me for more i will give it to you!!!!!!!!! OKAY LOVE U GUYS BYEEEEE <3333

taglist: @robbyslittlelamb @beetmaster @myardentheart @silversprings-mp3 @jasreadz @oldmanbunnylover @xxdisappearwithoutatracexx @vystasea

warnings: SMUT THOTS!!! fem!reader, implied age gap (duhhh!!!!), inappropriate workplace behaviour, pet names, robby is actually a gentleman, program/topic of classes not specified (didn’t wanna fuck up writing about med school)

professor!robby who has grey on the sides of his hair, a loose tie, jacket always abandoned halfway through the lecture, button up sleeves rolled up to his forearms. and a man who lacks a certain ring on a certain finger

professor!robby who slips his black round glasses on whenever he shares a quote to the class from the week’s readings. or when you slip him your rough draft during office hours. either way you can’t help but stare the whole time

professor!robby who’s older and bigger and insanely attractive compared to all the loser frat boys on campus

professor!robby who notices you since the first week, despite the fact that you don’t often speak in the large lecture setting

professor!robby who notices when you’re tired, or sick, and stops you after class to offer you an extension on your assignments, even if its a small break

professor!robby who speaks to the class but rests his eyes on you. rather than spending his time caring to memorize the faces of all his students he much prefers the one squirming at the sight of his eye contact

professor!robby who smiles at the amount of opinion you have in your assignments and who’s grateful you keep your most honest thoughts just for him

professor!robby who gives some of his worst lectures without you there, which makes you come to realize he’s not so indifferent about you either

professor!robby who calls you “smart girl” during office hours when you answer his tough questions

professor!robby who realizes the way praise makes you feel and begins to use it against you whenever he can

professor!robby who lets you slack off on certain quizzes since he knows you know the material, and also knows that you hate morning classes so who are you to possibly deny an opportunity to rest?

professor!robby who sees you using any excuse to stay a little longer than you should in the room with him and he smiles the whole time he packs his own things up

professor!robby who leaves with you to calmly walk the halls of campus beside you, asking about your week and actively enjoys making you nervous for being the centre of attention of his curiosity

professor!robby who urges you to not overthink yourself, who compliments your instincts and who wants you to share your work unapologetically

professor!robby who says “attagirl” in front of everyone after you disagree with an obviously wrong perspective he puts on the table during class. and he notices the way your lip gets caught in your teeth and your legs press together and your eyes are suddenly unable to keep them settled on him

professor!robby who lets his hand linger around your chair during the smaller class sizes

professor!robby who asks simple questions he already knows the answers to just as an excuse to hear you talk and he softly whispers to “slow down” when you get flustered because “no rush, sweetheart. im not going anywhere”

professor!robby who starts to use his office hours to take you out of your shell and let you rant about your week to him

professor!robby who leans back in his leather chair and listens to every syllable that leaves your lips because this is the only time his mind shuts off and he can enjoy such a beautiful sight all to himself

professor!robby who now says “come here, sweetheart” instead of “have a seat” behind the closed door of his office

professor!robby who kisses you for the first time while you’re sitting on his desk and he holds your hips to steady you and himself

professor!robby who feels something obscene curl inside of him at the whimper that escapes you at the feeling of his touch. the way your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him flush against your warm body

professor!robby who knows this is wrong “but fuck, baby… you want it too, don’t you?”

professor!robby who looks at you like you hung the stars when “michael” slips out of your lips while looking at his mail when you’re waiting around in his office, watching him finish organizing some things

professor!robby who never rushes you or pressures you. who is slow and careful and makes you feel safe and valued. who makes you feel wanted in every sense of the word

professor!robby who does gently tease you from time to time because he loves the way you try to remark but eventually lack a sense of response with the way his hands are all over you

professor!robby who has you writhing and cumming in his lap from dry humping each other after class

professor!robby who tests how tight you are with his fingers in his office, and he has to put a hand over your mouth to stop you from drawing attention to his room

professor!robby who’s parked in the campus lot waiting for you to finish another class so he can drive you to his place for dinner

professor!robby who stretches you out like you have never experienced before and you love every fucking second of it

professor!robby who softly laughs about the way you walk a little funny the next day and you just smack his arm

professor!robby who always grades you fairly and honestly because his kisses are the sweet treat you get for being good for him

professor!robby who makes himself coffee in just his slacks while you sit on his kitchen counter in your school t-shirt eating fruit he cut up for you

professor!robby who can’t stop teasing you for the way you soak through your panties after every makeout session in his office

professor!robby who keeps you sat on his lap, cockwarming him, while he grades papers at home. his hips rolling slowly while he scribbles notes in his red pen, completely unfazed but hyperaware of the way it makes you feel

professor!robby who quietly whispers “you’re a fucking dream, kid” and all you can do is bring him as close to you as humanly possible

professor!robby who orders you lunch to his office so you can wait for him while he’s in a meeting

professor!robby who tells you to relax as he runs his hands up and down your whining, trembling figure, “i’m not gonna fit if you’re not relaxed, though, huh pretty girl?

professor!robby who tells you to use your words cause you’re smart enough than to babble into his shoulder like a “little slut”

professor!robby who keeps your panties in his suit pocket through the duration of class after your “pre-lecture meeting”

professor!robby who loves fucking you slow while you wear one of his button-up shirts. lets it hang open while he murmurs praise into your neck, “you like being mine like this, sweetness? all soft and full of me? you were made for this, baby. i swear.”

professor!robby who makes you say thank you when you cum because “good girls use their manners”

professor!robby who is the best thing you have the privilege of calling yours. and vice versa.

xoxo, liliana <3 | if you enjoyed reading, join the taglist!

[petalborn]

Different anon, but to follow up, what’re your thoughts on perv!eddie?

GOD I HAVE SO MANY. so so many.

✶ perv!eddie who…

teaches you how to kiss properly. slow. messy. lets you practice sucking his tongue and licking into his mouth while he palms himself underneath the table where you can’t see. “that’s it, baby. you’re such a fast learner,”

✶ perv!eddie who…

jerks off into your dirty panties like it’s a scheduled event. folds them up, presses them to his nose, and grinds into his hand while moaning your name into his pillow. “fuck—fuck, baby, it still smells like you—”

✶ perv!eddie who…

takes pictures of your tits while you sleep. not even nudes — just soft, messy, blanket half off kind of pics. blurry flash photos at 2 a.m. with his cock in his fist and a guilty smile on his face. saves them in a locked folder labeled “homework.”

✶ perv!eddie who…

convinces you to let him to off on you. not your tits. not your stomach. you. thighs, back, cheek — anywhere. he says it’s ‘cause you’re so pretty he can’t help it. but really, it’s because seeing his cum on your skin makes him feel like he owns you.

✶ perv!eddie who…

gets rock hard just from you calling him out. you pull his hand out from under your skirt and say “jesus, eddie, you’re so gross” — and he smiles. eyes blown wide, lips parted, cock twitching in his jeans. “you’re just now figuring that out?”

✶ perv!eddie who…

asks you to let him just put the tip in your ass, swears it’s just to see what it feels like. he’s panting already, thumbing at the stretch, whining “you’re so tight back here, baby, f-fuck—just wanna feel you squeeze.”

✶ perv!eddie who…

asks if you’ll let him hump between your cheeks the first time you say you’re not ready to take him there. “s’fine, sweetheart, really—just lemme fuck ‘em, yeah? promise I’ll be good.”

✶ perv!eddie who…

calls you bunny in that sweet, sugary tone right before he ruins you — “s’that all it takes, bunny? just a few fingers and now you’re all dumb for me?” while you nod with glassy eyes and moan into his palm.

✶ perv!eddie who…

makes you repeat “i’m your bunny, i don’t need to think” while the chubby head of his cock bullies your cervix, his voice wrecked and filthy as he praises you for taking it — “that’s it, dumb girl, you love this cock, huh? my bunny loves it stupid.”

✶ perv!eddie who…

asks if he can practice tying you up — “just for DnD, swear, need to make sure I get the knots right.” and when you let him, he spends way too long adjusting the rope, murmuring “you’re so pretty like this, bunny. you don’t even know.”

✶ perv!eddie who…

lets you straddle his thigh and ride it for the first time because you’re not sure you’re ready to go further yet — and he just pets your hair and whispers filth in your ear while you grind yourself stupid. “you’re doing so good, bunny. makin’ such a mess on me. wanna see how dumb you get when i really fuck you.”

[nyxiiiu]

18+

w: virgin gojo, strong banter, bsf!gojo, fem reader, no use of yn, no use of “you”, oral!m

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“remember when i told you i liked you? in sixth grade?” he asks, his legs rested on the couch. she looks up, her eyes uninterested as she continues flicking through the magazine.

“hm?” she mumbles, “what about it?”

his ears are red, as he mumbles under his breath. “i was serious back then.” she chuckles, throwing a pillow at his face, “oh yeah? you bullied me all year. don’t tell me you’ve done it out of love?”

satoru glanced back at her, rolling his eyes. “i thought that’s what love bombing was? like i was bullying you. bombing you. no?”

she can’t help but laugh. he was so stupid, it was one of the things she loved about him. “you’re so off. no wonder your ass is virgin.”

“no wonder your ex left you.” “no wonder your dad left you.” “ouch!” he says, hand on his chest. she stares at him a huge grin on her face. “what? truth hurts?” she asks, her head lolled to the right.

“nah, you’re a bitch.”

“says you.” her eyes roll back. she looks down, the magazine down in her lap, she flicks through the pages. satoru’s gaze is burning into her and he scoops even closer.

“hey, i have a question,” he starts, “how does it feel to get head?”

she looks up at him with widened eyes. she flicks his forehead, pushing him away. “you dickhead, does it look like i have a dick?”

satoru’s face is red when he turns his gaze from her face. “oh yeah,” he mumbles, “i didn’t think of that.”

“no shit, you never use your brain,” she laughs, taking her magazine and hitting him on his head, “don’t ever ask me such a stupid shit again.”

“well okay!” he says defensively, “wanna give me a head? out of pure friendliness… of course.”

—

“now this doesn’t mean anything, ‘kay?” she purrs as she goes down on him. her fingers working his boxers down, mouth watering at the sheer sight of his dick outline.

satoru is lost. his virgin ass can’t believe his sexy best friend he’s loved since sixth grade is between his legs, thanks to a little stupid joke he’s said. his ears are red like tomatoes.

he doesn’t know what to do. should he hold her hair? maybe… probably. he feels like he’s gonna cum in his boxers just from the view he has.

“okay,” his voice is soft and small. his fingers trace her cheek as she puts small kisses over his clothed dick.

kisses trailing from his base up to his shaft, her teeth sink into the soft fabric of his boxers, slow, slow, slowly pulling them down. eyes looking up, her gaze locked with satoru’s.

his cheeks are painted pink, sweet pink lips opened slightly, his blue eyes wide with anticipation. hair messed up from the times he’s ran his fingers through them.

“like what you see?” she purrs and he swears its over for him. his breath hitches, hands covering his face. “d-don’t say that,” he stammers out.

she just smiles as her tongue sticks out, giving his mushroom pink tip a small kitten licks. he tastes good– satoru’s diet is great and he’s fit. no wonder.

she’s grinning, a little too proud of herself, watching him fall apart without even doing much. her fingers press into his thigh, slow, lazy, like she’s got all day, like this isn’t the weirdest thing they’ve ever done.

he makes a noise, half-laugh, half-whimper, then tries to hide it behind his hand.

“stop—” he says, but he doesn’t mean it, not at all. “want me to stop?” she asks, pulling away slowly. he shakes his head, hands storming out to keep her face there. where he needs her. between his legs.

her tongue flicks again, light and teasing, barely there. his head drops back on the couch, hair spilling over his eyes, his chest rising and falling like he’s ran a marathon.

she looks up, lips still pressed to his skin, and sees it, the total disbelief, the kind of adoration he can’t hide. “still think about sixth grade?” she teases, mouthing the words against him.

he whines, embarrassed, mumbling out a “shut up, you’re so annoying.”

but he’s not pushing her away, not even a little. he’s practically trembling, hands fisted in the fabric of the couch, trying not to look desperate.

“oh shut me up then, will you?” she says, her eyes sparkling. she loves this side of him. the side where’s he’s shy, almost scared to do anything.

satoru looks at her with parted lips, nodding like crazy. he takes her by the hair, just like he would see on some porn site. pushes her head down and moans, oh the way he moans.

he feels like he’s going to cum any time soon. so embarrassing.

he starts fucking into her mouth, two-three pushes and he’s cumming hard. his face is bright red when he looks down. slamming a pillow to his face, he mumbles. “don’t tell a soul my stamina is this shit. ‘s your fault!”

she swallows, cleaning both of them up. tucks him back in his boxers. with a grin on her face she sits down next to him, shrugging her shoulders.

“‘s fine, less work for me and more embarrassment for you. win win.”

“you’re such a bitch.” “a bitch who sucked your dick?” “my bitch.” “sure satoru.”

[raveninfog]

Up to no good (mostly.)

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A/n: I’m on my cycle and all I need is some good Jason fluff—hence all this fluff i wrote.

Warnings:

୨ৎ mild language

୨ৎ two high school seniors on a date

୨ৎ awkward first kiss

୨ৎ rooftop date

୨ৎ Jason Todd being an awkward romantic..

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You don’t even hear him land just the soft scrape of boots on your windowsill and then a knock, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Jason stands there in a black hoodie, hair tousled, one eyebrow raised like well?

“You do know It’s almost midnight right?”

“Time is fake,” he says, shrugging. “Put on sneakers. You’re coming with me.”

You hesitate.

“Do I need a weapon?”

He smirks. “Only if you plan on betraying me.”

“…Where are we going?”

“I’m not telling you. Just trust me. It’s technically not a crime if it’s my house.”

That is absolutely not how the law works, but you go anyway.

⸻

He drives like someone who has something to prove but doesn’t care if he proves it — fast, smooth, no music, no small talk. It’s comfortable. You don’t realize where you’re going until you see the gates.

“Is this—?”

“Wayne Manor,” Jason says, already getting out of the car with you and hopping the fence like it’s muscle memory. “Don’t worry. Security’s terrible. I would know.”

You blink. “You know there are normal places to take someone on a first date, right?”

He tosses a look over his shoulder. “Yeah, but I’m not exactly normal people.”

Talk about sassy man apocalypse

He sneaks you through the garden and up a lattice, climbing the side of the house like it’s a routine he’s done a thousand times. You wonder how many times he’s run away this way and climbed back in after not saying where he’d gone.

He reaches down and helps you up the final ledge. The rooftop stretches out in front of you, quiet and open. There’s a blanket already laid out. Two cans of Coke. One of them’s already half-empty — probably from earlier.

Jason drops down beside it, leaning back on his elbows. “Welcome to the best view in Gotham that no one gives a shit about.”

You sit next to him, feeling the warmth of the old tiles under your palms. The city sparkles just far enough away to not feel real.

“This is actually… nice.”

He glances at you sideways. “Shocking, I know. Jason Todd. Capable of ‘nice.’ Someone alert the press.”

You roll your eyes. “I just didn’t think rooftop break-ins were your idea of a date.”

“They’re not. But you’re not like most people.” His voice drops a bit there, a little quieter, like he didn’t mean for it to come out.

He clears his throat. “Besides, this place sucks during the day. Too many ghosts. Up here’s the only part that doesn’t feel haunted.”

You don’t talk about it much — not his past, not his reputation, not what people whisper about him in the hallways. Instead, he tells you stupid stories from school, makes fun of the way Bruce alphabetizes his books, and drinks the rest of your Coke.

At some point, he gets up, mumbles something about “be right back,” and disappears down into the attic.

You think maybe he heard something, maybe Bruce — until he returns a few minutes later, holding a single red rose. It’s slightly crushed on one side.

“I stepped on it,” he says, offering it with zero ceremony. “But you’re hot, so maybe no one’ll notice.”

You laugh, surprised. “Jason…”

“Shut up. Just take the flower. I’m doing my best here.”

He tucks it behind your ear, fingers brushing your cheek in a way that feels… uncharacteristically careful.

You look at him.

And he looks at you like he doesn’t want to — like he’s fighting himself a little — but doesn’t look away.

“Next time,” you say, voice quiet, “you could just ask me to hang out. Doesn’t have to be a whole heist.”

He leans in, eyes still on yours. “Yeah, but then it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.”

Gesturing at the rose he spoke up a little “I picked this one ‘cause it didn’t have thorns,” he mutters. “Didn’t wanna stab your ear or whatever.”

He squints at it, frowns “…Is it weird to give someone a flower when you’re not, like, dating-dating?”

You raise a brow. “You snuck me into your mansion at midnight on a school night and climbed a building for me. I think we’re past weird.”

Jason snorts, ducking his head. He just fix’s the rose in your hair, It smells faintly like night air and damp grass and the chaos that is his brain.

You both go quiet for a beat.

Then he blurts, “Okay so—have you ever kissed anyone?”

You choke slightly on your Coke. “Dude. What?”

“I mean I have,” he says too quickly. “Just like. Not recently. Or, y’know, sober.”

There’s a silence. You’re not even looking at each other. The moon is being very unhelpful.

“…Are you trying to ask if I want to kiss you?”

Jason scratches his neck. “I—look, it doesn’t have to be, like, a thing. Just figured… if it’s gonna happen, I’d rather it be with you and not some, like, party spin-the-bottle nonsense where I smell like liquor and regret.”

You stare at him.

Then burst out laughing.

His head snaps toward you, wide-eyed. “Okay, wow. Rude.”

“No, no—I’m not laughing at you,” you say, still laughing. “I just—I didn’t think this would be how it goes.”

Jason shrugs. “Yeah well, I’m not exactly Ryan Gosling in a rom-com. Sorry to disappoint.”

You glance at him.

He’s fidgeting.

Trying not to look nervous.

Kind of… adorable in a very Jason way.

You lean in just a little. “So what if I said yes?”

He looks at you for real now. “I’d probably stop talking. Which would be a first.”

You don’t overthink it. Just lean the rest of the way in.

And it’s—

It’s a little off-center.

A little dry.

He bumps your nose and mumbles “Shit” halfway through.

You pull back, and you’re both smiling before you even realize it.

“I think I missed,” he says.

“I noticed.”

“…Wanna try again?”

You nod. “Yeah. But maybe let me lead this time.”

He leans in again, grinning like a goof. “Hot.”

It’s not perfect.

But it’s real.

And for once, Jason Todd doesn’t feel like he has to be anyone else.

Not up here.

Not with you.

[willsmithsbitch]

Best friend or Sister-in-law?

Will Smith x fem!reader

Wc: 1.9k

Livvy talks- not proofread at all and probably sucks but oh well. Enjoy!

Pt.1

Being the best friend of Grace Smith you were obviously aware of her brother, Will. In fact you’ve met him a few times as you and Grace live together on the outskirts of San Jose. The both of you decided if we best to move there as she would be closer to her brother and you would get better job opportunities in San Jose.

Will comes round quite often as you guys are not far from his and you have gotten to know him a little more each time he comes round. You get on really well with him, he is a great guy after all.

As much as he is there to see Grace, he always makes sure to include you by things such as inviting you out to lunch and giving you the same hello and goodbye hugs as he would his sister. All was well with the three of you: except one thing.

He’s hot as fuck.

You’ve been attracted to him the moment he stepped into your house and it’s starting to be a problem. You think of him day and night. The way his eyes shine in the sun, the way his hair is always so perfect, even after he’s just woken up. And that smile; it was gorgeous.

But it can’t happen. What would Grace say? She would probably kill you for messing with her brother. But love happens in mysterious ways, right?

You can help but think he thinks the same about you. Maybe he does; or maybe it’s your delusions. But every time you notice his stare lingering for a bit too long or the way his hugs get progressively tighter everytime you see him, you can’t help but wonder…

Waking up to your aggressively loud alarm clock after getting only a few hours of sleep is just cruel, but only until you realise it’s a Saturday and you don’t have to do any work at all. Standing up from your bed you make your way into your on-suite bathroom to brush your teeth, hair and make yourself look slightly more presentable before going downstairs to find the source of the pancakes you can already smell. You have a guest in the house after all.

With the cold wooden floor hitting your feet at each step you look up to see Will, at the source of the pancakes. He’s clearly gotten up early to make them. God he just gets more perfect every time.

“Hey Y/n. Pancakes?” Will says when he noticed you coming down the stairs. “Of course” you say back to him, giving a sweet smile. “Is Grace up yet?” You ask him, already expecting the answer to be no as you have never seen her ever be close to a morning person. “Nope. Just you and me” Will replies as he puts some pancakes onto a plate for you.

Oh. Did I mention he was shirtless?

You walk over into the open kitchen where the half dressed god is standing and thank him for the pancakes. His were always the best despite him not being the best cook. You take yourself to the dining table to eat, and Will follows.

“Any plans for today?” He asks you. Wills quite an active person, always wanting to do something so you didn’t really feel like saying you were planning on slouching on the couch and watching The Summer I Turned Pretty. “No, nothing. You?”

“I wasn’t planning on doing much, just maybe going for a walk after breakfast. Do you wanna come?” He asks with no hesitation. He wants you to come.

“Yeah sure” you reply, trying to ask like you didn’t just nearly spit a mouthful of pancake onto him. You have no clue how you are going to control yourself being alone with him. You were like a rabid dog. Being with him and Grace was fine, you knew how to act cause there was someone else there, his sister, so you obviously couldn’t act on your teenage hornyness that hasn’t yet gone away yet at that point. But now? What if you pounce on him or something?

Eating the rest of your food while chatting with Will and getting ready for your walk went quick. Now all that is left is to walk. With Will. And try not to fuck him in the woods or something. Shit. If Grace could read your mind you would be publicly executed.

Chatting with Will is one of the most simplest things in your life. He’s so easy to talk to and he makes you laugh more than anyone you know, so it’s not like the walk was hard. You loved being around him and you hope he thinks the same. The walk was filled with smiles and laughter but you couldn’t help but think how close he was to you the whole time. It was like he was trying to be as close to you as possible. Was he? Every one in a while you would make eye contact that made your heart skip a few beats. He just has the most gorgeous eyes you have ever seen. He really is just the most wonderful person.

You two ended up walking near some riverside that was just outside San Jose and it was outstanding. The mountains of flowers and trees surrounding a flow of water was just surreal to look at, it was crazy that you’ve never been here before.

“It’s so beautiful” you tell Will as you stare in awe at the view before you. “It is, isn’t it” he says staring with you before looking at you.

You were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He loved looking at you, talking to you, making you laugh or even just being in your presence. But he can’t do anything about that. What would Grace say?

Snapping away from the trance of the beautiful scenery you look over to Will who is already looking at you. The eye contact was cinematic. You were standing close, hands almost touching as you both gazed into each others souls, like you could read everything about each other though your eyes. You never wanted it to end.

But it did, of course. It ended when Grace called you and both of you jolted away like two teenagers who had been caught by their mom making out. Grace was calling you, probably to see where the two of you had run off to, so you answered and the two of you made your way home.

As the sound of the front door shuts, Grace shouts through from the kitchen where she’s eating the leftovers of you and Will’s breakfast. “Morning guys!” The both of you reply with smiles on your faces and the silly usual chatter between the three of you begin.

The whole of the day seemed to fly away from you as you didn’t do much. Will had went to the gym, Grace went to visit one of her work friends and you think she is planning of staying the night. You sat on the coach in your phone like you have been for the last hour and a half when the front door opens and by the sound of the footsteps coming your way you know exactly who it is. Will is back.

“Hey. How was the gym?” You ask, creating a normal small talk between the two of you. “Alright. What you doing? Just chilling?” You turn off your phone and place it on the coffee table that sits in front of the massive L shaped sofa. “Yeah. I was actually planning on watching a movie but I just don’t know which one.”

Will’s practically perks up like a dog. He loves watching films. That was one of the first things you knew about him and it’s become a regular thing to watch one when he’s round. “Can I join? I accidentally discovered Grace’s secret chocolate stash that could come to great use” He says making you laugh. You knew she hides food from Will because he always eats it all. “Sure. You are picking the movie tho” “I won’t let you down, I will pick good.” He says.

The movie felt like the longest thing you have ever had to endure in life. You were sure that it would be interesting, if you were paying attention, but you weren’t. All you could pay attention to was the man that looks like he’s fallen from heaven and carefully crafted by god himself, who was sitting right beside you. The only thing you could do was stare at the tv like you know what’s going on cause it’s that or shamelessly staring at the way the man’s muscles flex every time he goes to put a big of popcorn in his mouth.

Every move he made was with caution, it was soft. He was aware of the woman next to him and was almost trying to be careful with his movements, like you were a soft and skitterish animal. He tried so hard not to stare at you, to make it awkward, but all he wanted to do was stare at you. But reflexes caught up and he found himself staring at you with admiration without even knowing it. He only realised when you turned her head to look back at him.

“You’re really beautiful y/n. You know what?”

It took you by surprise. The man you don’t stop thinking about was sitting next to you and calling you beautiful. What the fuck.

“Will” you reply, voice almost denying what he says as you close your eyes for an elongated blink. “No I mean it. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out.” Everything was so surreal, you didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything.

Taking his jaw into your hand and shifting closer to him, you kiss him. You kiss him in a soft loving way and he does back. No lust was felt between the two of you in the moment, all you could feel was his soft lips intertwining with yours.

When you release yourself from the kiss, your forehead rests on his and you close your eyes, taking it all in. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life y/n. I want you to be in it more.” He quietly speaks, head still against yours. It was a soft whisper, like you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t inches from him.

Moving your hand to the back of his head to play with his soft waves, you kiss him again and as your lips simultaneously move you feel his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, so you open your mouth and let him in.

Okay, there’s maybe a little lust now.

The next morning you are woken by the opening of the door to your bedroom. When your alarm doesn’t go off Grace often comes in to wake you. Opening your eyes to face her -cause you didn’t really fancy her jumping on you as she usually does when you don’t wake up quick enough- she seems off, and you quickly realise why.

You look to the left of you as something in your bed shifts and you see shirtless will, back facing you, sleeping like a baby.

Fuck. Sake.

[pallyjelly]

Death Note Jdrama Rewatch Reaction

I’m rewatching the JDrama, and I thought I’d point out parts that I liked in each episode (as well as some photos)

Light looks so happy to see Misa. (Manga/Anime Light could never-)

Light trying to erase the name five seconds after writing it , and panicking because it isn’t working hurts my heart. Like, it just feels so human.

Light unlocks panic attack version one after realizing the motorcycle accident was in fact not an accident.

I do wonder if this version of Light never heard people were happy that the bully died, would he have stopped?

Aizawa and Matsuda feuding, we love to see it. 

I didn’t remember that child Light in the flashback was the one who was calling his dad multiple times because his mom was dying. Like, it makes sense, but it’s so sad.

Officer didn’t even try defending himself against Otoharada before getting stabbed. Like, dude had a few seconds to realize the knife was in the criminal’s hands. I’m not saying he should have been ready immediately, but I feel like even if the cop was frozen in fear, he could’ve put his arms out in front of him like people do when they think something dangerous will hit them. But he just stands there lol.

Light says Mr. Matsuda. Also Matsuda is such a tea spiller, especially in this episode. Bet these two did it all the time. Man I love the world building with the task force in this show.

 “if you’re real, death note, kill for me”. Buddy, it already did that, lol, I think it’s pretty real. Also reminds me of Death note musical, the little song before Light kills the criminal on tv.

Light’s guilt of murder, even after it had to do with a man threatening his family.  (HE APOLOGIZES TO HIS DAD FOR DOING WHAT HE’S DONE, JUST TO SAVE HIS DAD)

Say what you want, but Light’s reaction is completely justified when seeing Ryuk. Bro literally says “wanna die?” It’s another worldly being. Sleep paralysis demon dude. I would lose my marbles too.

Light yeets notebook off of building. Imagine if someone else just picked it up.

Noooo, don’t jump. Poor baby boi. I wonder if Ryuk would’ve caught Light if he tried to jump just to keep up the entertainment.

Ryuk tries convincing Light to keep it, but Light doesn’t want it. Decides to keep it so that people like those he killed won’t get the note. Man…

It’s also interesting because unlike other death note universes, in this one, Ryuk did technically choose Light. He watched Light, and then dropped the book in front of him at night when no one else was around, since he knew Light would be tempted to kill the bully. 

L: I Wanna go to japan Watari: They may not want us L: Make them. W: Okidoki

Also it feels so strange seeing L be in the show physically visible before meeting the task force members. 

1 month later and Light’s already going, “Ryuk don’t startle me 🙄”

I love Watari in this show, it’s the most love I’ve ever felt for his character tbh. On my first viewing of the death note anime, I had completely forgotten he existed, which made L’s death scene a little confusing to me.

Mikami’s already here in episode one, wow. I did not remember it. I probably didn’t realize it was him on my first watch until later when it showed his name, and then I just reremembered the scene with him and Misa. But I thought it happened later in the show. Nope!

Misa’s traumatic flashback is also very sad.

Lind L Tailor being from the UK makes so much sense. It’s a little strange his pronunciation sometimes though, so I wonder if he was instructed to hold certain syllables to make his speech go longer in order for the Japanese translation to fit in that interval.

I could be wrong, but the Japanese translator sounds like L’s real voice too.

Interesting that this Light is not mad at being called evil, but that the police are justice which he doesn't agree with. He feels like he’s the only one helping people when police can’t.

Light looks conflicted after Lind Taylor’s death.

L (flips hood off as introduction):Yeah you can’t kill me.

It was kinda cool for the letter L to appear on screen for his introduction, because it seems like characters who will be important have their names put on screen when we meet them.

L: Don’t let police get you, Kira, I wanna catch you instead

Light:(unlocks panic attack version 2)

L throws himself into chairs lol. So relatable. 

Watari, help, his shirt is dirty. Also, it’s so funny to me because I know some people are simping for L taking off his shirt, but I physically don’t feel anything when it comes to people “looking hot” or whatever. Never have. So when I watch the show and he switches shirts, my brain goes “completely understandable, he’s a germaphobe” I’m a germaphobe too, just not to that extent.

Matsuda says hi to light while waving, like he’s a child. Oh, and now Matsuda’s spilling tea on L.

Matsuda: We’re close to catching Kira! Light: (sweats)

“L doesn’t meet with anyone” L: Hey Soichiro, let’s meet.

L making people (cough Watari) do stuff just by giving them a note. Power move.

I love the entrance to L’s hangout spot. It’s so elaborate and fun. It’s all serious, no intruders, also make everyone clean when they enter ‘cause germs are gross.

L doesn’t see Kira as human. Sorta gave me chills for some reason (maybe ‘cause this is the most sympathetic version of Light?). I wonder if he says that in the manga/anime, can’t remember.

Ryuk calls Light cool so much in this show. I wonder why the writers added that trait of his (genuinely curious)

DUDE I FORGOT NEAR/MELLO INTRO AT END OF EPISODE it revealed the names so cool lol, they get the lettering introduction too, while the credits are rolling!

Soooo much happened this episode, but I guess it makes sense since it’s an hour long. I was gonna watch the whole thing through no matter what when I first viewed this show, but this must’ve been such a good introduction episode to other people tuning in.

Welp, off to go watch episode two

[sweetestflow3rs]

lol dolcord is a cesspool. im palestinian, and the deplorable shit ive seen people say about my people and nation on that server is vile. vrel wont do anything, they always enable puri and devil and the other mods

WOW THATS SO!!!

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

the 14 year old edgelord in me keeps trying to compose deep poetry about coming to after dissociating. calm down babes. we’re all good here.

[monards]

i fear that i don’t acknowledge enough the fact that i KNOW rhinedottir's evil !!! and she's horrible !!! and that she's wholly ireedamable !!! i know and love and respect that fact !!! i'd shoot myself in the frontal lobe if hoyo made her out to NOT be wholly evil !!!! but the reason i always go on and on and on about her humanity and complexity is because. SHE IS ALWAYS DUMBED DOWN !!!! TO JUST THAT !!!! it's literally the greatest and most moving theme (IN MY OPINION!!!) in genshin, that human beings are COMPLEX !!!! and they're MORE than just evil or bad or wtv. we see this through every character to almost ever be introduced to us -> literally just take arlecchino as an example. if anyone was at all paying attention to the discourse around her when the fontaine teaser dropped (and. 4.0 in general) it was the BIGGEST thing to watch people argue between "she's a harbinger, so she's clearly the most evil and the big antagonist of fontaine because of these accounts we have right now !!" versus the argument of "we've only seen ONE perspective of her so far, and it's no duh that all this stuff sucks -- but there's no way she's JUST gonna be all these horrible things,, because literally nobody to exist is just horrible and cruel with zero to no good in them. and also that'd make a shit narrative by hoyo in a story driven game" AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED !!!! we saw !!! in REAL time !!! that while arlecchino was rightfully cruel and horrible and, yes the things she did were fucked up beyond belief and she should absolutely not be excused for any of it - she is NOT just evil ! she's shown to care, albeit in a fucked up way that only shows she's even more deranged ; but what's so incredibly important about her is the way that her being "evil" doesn't mean she's incapable of anything else. She is evil, yes— but so many of those evil actions have *motives* and *reasons* that explain them (but not excuse or condone!) and, although they don’t save her grace or anything of the sort, they DO show her true character. AND YHATS SO IMPORTANT!!!! She’s capable of being an antagonist while still being justified in some form, and given nuance and backstory and redeemable traits

I am !!! NEVER !!! going to say rhinedottir is a good person. she isn't! no shit sherlock ! how the fuck do you think im gonna go on and ignore the fact she sent both her kids to their deaths, and also fed one to another. dare i say, that is NOT anything good !!! suprise of the century !! woah !!! -- but what i AM gonna say is that she's much beyond that? hello !! not only has the point of her having not a zero good trait or will in her body been. proven false over and over and over again. but it's such ! Sad and not compelling is character choice for her *not* to be nuanced and complex and justified in a fucked up !! — like do you REALLY think hoyoverse (who is clearly capable of, and likes to make) complex characters, who are horrible, while not being *only* those horrible things, would pass up a golden (haha) opportunity to make a characters whose entire existence is JUST that??!,!2????

believe what you want! Do what you want! This is a silly video game that will be eroded along with time in a hundred in so years ! But god so help me, please don’t be willfully ignorant to the complexity and nuance of characters, just because you want a villain. No villain , real or not, is entirely evil. People are complex and multi faceted and people really, really need to hop off this cart of going “okay but stop saying she’s multifaceted because it takes away from her being evil” because it DOESNT! If anything, it makes her so much more compelling . Which is something some people can apparently. Not handle.

[ko-eko-ev-go-ms]

It continues to trip me up how much human brains are just weird organic computers

[o-vera-nalyzing]

i had to add the tags cause goddamn that’s so fucking real. and it’s so natural for him to go overboard in the other direction when trying to heal from the mindset of always trying to be smaller and nicer etc

but it goes back to what zelda said sophomore year, he’s not a weird guy offering a flower to someone the first day of school and singing a song trying not to get mad. he’s a rockstar, he’s saved the world, his friend group is the most popular and objectively coolest in the school, he’s literally killed many people which might not be that weird in spire but a good amount of those people were school faculty. like he’s intimidating and scary and cool and has a group of friends who can, have, and will kill for him.

i don’t think he fully realizes it yet but eventually he’s gonna realize when he says certain things that are healing for him because he’s breaking from his forced placidness, that those things can also really hurt other people. and i think with the support and friends and role models he has he’ll learn time and place and lines not to cross, etc, but i honestly just love to see the growth.

anyways he’s my boy and he’s finally standing up for himself unapologetically and maybe the whole rage thing is connected to the overarching plot in a bad way but honestly i don’t care gorgug deserves to be mad bffr. he’s in high school and he’s got a stellar support system he’ll learn when to be mad and when being mad is an understandable reaction and even though it’s not bad it isn’t the most useful or acceptable in every scenario.

i honestly think that Gorgug bullying Mary Ann is a good thing for the fandom bc i see so many of you guys being like "oh he's so sweet he would never hurt a fly", still treating him like he had no evolution since the first day of freshman year and the tinfoil flower... wrong. Gorgug is as capable of being a shithead as any of the others. he's a tall strong teenager who could very well turn into a bully if he wanted to, just like any of us, and who keeps getting pushed into it by his teacher and even his friends. Gorgug's road to self-affirmation cannot be brought forward without casualties, otherwise his narrative arc wouldn't have any weight ; this is a character who grew up being taught that you have to make yourself smaller, to always be kind and nice and arranging to others, while the general public kept seeing him as this big threatening monster !! of course he's going to take up some bad behaviors on the way of breaking free out of that. i hope he keeps having outbursts until the bad kids are forced to realize that it's not so fun anymore and to actually intervene.

[mapsareforbraindeads]

idk the pre birthday dread is seeping in. i cannot enjoy the celebrations

[quarterlifekitty]

One thing that makes me go feral is when in the middle of fucking, one person gets overstimulated and tries to crawl and squirm away from the overstimulation, and the other person drags them back by the hips like "Where do you think you're going?" 😩 which of the guys do you think is most likely to do this?

(Can you tell I'm ovulating... 🫣)

ALL

cw: daddy kink adjacent stuff for Nik, as per usual. Just a hint of aggression, and marking dubcon just in case

Gaz is literally so sweet about it. Like you’re a little kitten about to walk off the edge of a table and he’s just redirecting you. “No, no, love— this way,” he coos as he puts his hand beneath your hips to cup you and pull you back.

Soap is about to lose his mind, it’s so hot to him— “Ah’m just givin’ it tae ye so good, huh, bonnie? Cannae take it anymore? Too bad,” he tuts, his fingers sunken into your soft flesh as he pins your kicking legs and tugs hard.

Ghost reacts with some real aggression. He’s not mad at you— he’s mad at the idea. The concept of you being separated from him. He’s bruising and yanking your body, manhandling you under his weight. “Don’t fuckin’ run from me, birdie— don’ wanna know what’ll happen if’m pulled outta this cunt—“

Price can’t help but smile. Such a sensitive little thing. “If you’re already in this state— doesn’t bode well for the rest of your night, darl’— cause I ain’t near finished with you.” He’s prepared to wait upon you like you’re his ailing, bedridden queen suffering from the consumption tomorrow, cause you’ll have about as much energy left when he’s done.

König is holding you too tight to let you even begin to squirm away— he can just feel the tense and strain of your muscles against his hands. It makes him kiss you as deep as he can manage— he just thinks it’s so cute, like you’re a little moth with wings beating against his cupped palms.

Nikolai laughs. He laughs at you. You’re just so silly— thinking papochka will show you mercy. He’s not a merciful man, malýshka. He’d best remind you of that— not that you’ll ever really learn. He wouldn’t want you to, really. He likes playing this little game with you. It’s like ballroom dancing to him— very romantic and sweet.

[femmefruit]

having your dom sit you in their lap with a vibrator pressed between your pussy and their thigh.

a simple enough variation to your usual routine of thigh riding, you let out a pretty sigh and rock your hips forward once before you feel their hands grip your hips to stop you.

“be still for me, baby. no grinding, can you handle that?” you know the sweetness behind the question is all for show, that it’s designed to make you feel small and disgustingly needy. it works. you’re nodding stupidly, already letting the vibrations between your legs overtake your thoughts. they appraise your expression, the way it starts to shift from attentive to blissed out, and turn the vibrator up one setting for good measure. “good, baby. i knew you could do it.”

it’s harder than you thought it would be, holding still through the pleasure. your brain, warm and gooey, keeps trying to urge you into your usual routine of humping away at whatever your partner puts between your legs. every time your hips twitch or shake, their grip tightens around you. you wonder if it’ll bruise. you hope it will. you know you’re getting close, drooling as you kiss and bite at any inch of their skin you can reach without moving your hips. a particularly insistent throb of your pussy threatens to drag you down into an orgasm, and you remember your manners at the last second.

“can i cum?” shakier than you would’ve liked, followed by a long moan. a beat of silence hangs in the air as you realize the answer, but it doesn’t stop you from pleading again, “can i? please?”

“no, baby. wait.” your ensuing cries are hushed, one hand coming up to stroke your hair gently as though you’re not being tormented. you wind up to object again but you’re silenced by a tug on your hair that forces you to look them in the eye. “quit, baby. you know you like how it makes you feel, so wait.”

your cheeks flush hot at the accusation, knowing how much truth it held. your eyes start watering as you try to look for a way out, knowing just by their tone that this will not be a time where you could get away with cumming on accident. you drop your head to their shoulder and try to lift your hips, only to be forced back down onto the toy. your brain vaguely registers the instruction to “sit your ass down and be still,” but it’s nearly drowned out by the wail you let out as you connect with the vibrator again. you start shaking your head, pushing back against their chest in an effort to separate yourself from the overwhelming pleasure while your hips stay locked in place by strong hands. how long have you been holding this orgasm? a few minutes? seconds? it feels like it’ll never end, like you’re letting them dangle you over a cliff for their own pleasure, watching you fight and cry while you try your best to follow the instructions given.

they pull back again to admire the distress on your face, letting out a pleased hum at the state you’re in. you’re whimpering constantly, head resting pitifully on their shoulder. they know they could stay there forever, keeping you desperate and pliant as you pant into their neck. they give an experimental bounce of their leg that sends you into another fit of moaning and begging.

“please, please! i need to cum, daddy. i wanna be good but i’m going to cum, can’t hold it anymore. need you to say yes,”

the grin that spreads across their face could only be described as lecherous, listening to the way they’ve absolutely ruined you. they have to get in close to your ear to ensure you hear, holding you still through the fight you’re still putting up as they press a kiss against your temple. “go ahead baby, give it to me,” they groan out, hearing your moans start to pitch up before they even get the sentence out. as if you needed any help to ride it out, they press you down harder against the vibrator, coaxing out sob after sob as your orgasm tears through your body.

“shh, baby, i know. it’s good isn’t it? why don’t you do it again for me since you were so well behaved?”

[flowafairy]

holding you , holding me ✿ bllk men

﹒postscript : when they realise they’re in love, with you. ɞ‎ feat. nagi, reo, rin, karasu, shidou, sae, kaiser ɞ‎ cw fem reader in a few, banter, suggestive

nagi realises he’s in love with you when the late night calls start getting more frequent. he had started craving your presence more and more. hell, he felt lovesick.

“what a hassle..” nagi’s head flops against the bed sheets, his gaze constantly shifting to his phone to see if you’ve replied to his text yet.

the nagi waiting for your texts? not to mention texting first, call a man whipped!

”i only take a few second’s to reply..” nagi picks up his phone again, grumbling when his notifications are empty. if he replies as soon as you do, why do you have to spend the next 3 decades replying back?

nagi’s usually the one who replies and then logs on minecraft for hours. him replying in mere seconds at your texts—you’re definitely special. very special in his eyes, oh. there’s something else that caught his eyes.

nagi’s phone lit up with a notification, from you.

sure! it’s a date then :))

cool, :x. 7PM?

reo realies he’s in love with you when his pockets really start to hurt.

i mean really. he’s been spoiling you relentlessly for the past few weeks. even if you insist you don’t need a new shirt, by tomorrow your closet is filled with them.

you just can’t seem to escape his mind. whenever he walks by the street and spots a store, his first thought goes to you, that maybe you’d like this. that maybe he should buy it for you—of course he will.

“you know.” reo smiles at you as you try on the new necklace he bought for you. “i booked a dinner for us, just us.”

“oh?” you hum, still struggling with the hook. “can you help me?”

“sure.” he’s more than happy to help you hook your necklace—a chance to put his hands on you? he’ll take it gladly.

“so about that dinner..” his hands swiftly clasp your necklace around your neck. “are you coming or what?”

“i don’t know… the mikage reo taking me out?” you grin up at him. “im a little shy.”

you and reo laugh soundly, well, looks like you’ve got a date tonight.

rin couldn’t believe it.

he’s in love with you, playback—he’s in love.

it started off with smaller details, like how he would leave his soccer practice or gym earlier than usual to see you. and also how his messages app slowly started to become his most used app.

soccer wasn’t everything anymore, he had you too now.

“don’t make me waste money on this lukewarm shit ever again.” rin gruffed as he watched you sip the drink he had bought you from the convenience store earlier.

normally, he’d never waste his money on some useless milkshake from the store, that’s not even good for your body. but seeing you contentedly gulp at the fresh taste of your drink, he can’t seem to hold himself back.

“give me some.”

the words slip out of his tongue before he can control them.

“you wanna try?” well he’s definitely colored you surprised now. “come here then, rinnie.”

rin could feel his face slightly heat up at the nickname. he scoots closer to you, snatching the drink from your hand with no warning.

“hey!” you glare at him as he drinks the entire thing in one gulp, definitely not what you anticipated. “that was mine, you were supposed to take a sip.” you huff at him.

rin only rolls his eyes. “i paid for it. ill buy you a new one later.” your eyes sparkle at his words.

“fine, you win.” you smile. “im going to get going before you become grumpy and tell me to shoo.” you give him a teasing wink, about to get up from his couch when suddenly he grabs your arm.

“wait.” he grits his teeth, biting back words. “don’t go.”

“rin?”

“just, don’t.”

“you missed me, huh?” karasu smirks. he had his hair down, for once not put up with an insane amount of gel—karasu in all his glory.

“i didn’t.” you huff at him. “you look even uglier with your hair down.”

“yer’ comparing my beauty to your birds nest?” karasu crosses his arms, leaning against the door.

“oh, we can see them split ends girl.” you roll your eyes.

karasu has always loved bantering with you, but nowadays, it seems as if his heart has been telling him thats not the only reason his heartbeat speeds up whenever he’s around you.

he loves bantering with you, he loves you.

there’s a prolonged silence, karasu’s anticipating if he should say what he’s about to say. he usually isn’t this nervous—you’re the exception to that.

“you think you wanna go out sometime, yeah?” it’s the way his sharp eyes soften that makes your heart start doing flips.

“yeah, i do.”

there’s a moment of comfortable silence, your brain ingraving the memory in the back of your head. which of course, quickly gets ruined by his cocky smirk. he wasn’t the best at dealing with these moments

“even y’can’t resist my charm.” karasu sticks his tongue out at you. “ill pick you up at 9.”

“you… get back here!”

shidou could feel a wide grin on his face as he read your message—“sure, i’d love to go sky diving with you!”

anybody would of said that is a crazy idea for a first date, but you? you can say you definitely match his freak.

his heart explodes into a burst of enthusiasm whenever you’re around him. he can feel a rush of serotonin whenever you accidentally brush your hands against his.

oh he was so in love. he is definitely wifing you up when you deploy the parachute- how could he not when he feels like he’s going to explode with all these bottled up feelings.

he in fact had a very disappointed pout on his face when you said it was far too soon for marriage, so what if you’re not dating yet? you can start now!

your betrayal will not be forgotten. but hey, he can try again next year.

sae realised he’s in love with you when you started becoming an avid figure in his daily routine.

it was like muscle memory for him to wake up and check for your good morning text, never failing to emit an amused scoff from his lips.

of course, he acknowledged the fact that he was in love with you. but would he dare entertain the thought and risk the beloved friendship you already have? never.

“nobody’s looking.”

this was dangerous. he has you trapped against the wall in the locker room, his lips tantalisingly close to yours. he wasn’t suppose to be doing this—but how could he resist when you came to see him at practice?

“sae…we can’t here.” you try to be rational, but your breathing is just as heavy as his.

“just shut-“

footsteps. someone was coming. sae pushes you away behind a locker so nobody see’s you, leaning against the wall nonchalantly.

maybe next time he’ll get you.

kaiser took some time to notice his feelings, but even he started getting self conscious of all the excuses he started making to touch you, and the flirting was starting to cross a few boundaries as well.

maybe he’s just lust-driven, that’s all he thought for a while. he chose to distance himself, and you didn’t miss the change in his behaviour.

he thought distancing himself would help ease his feelings.. not make them worse.

he can feel his heart throbbing, mind full with only thoughts of you—is it love or is it lust?

he doesn’t know, he’s never felt like this before. what even is love? thats stupid.

“hey.” he smirks, grasping your hand, a habit of his by now. “what are you up to, schatz?” the light-hearted pet name rolls off his tongue smoothly.

“michael.” you look at him, eyes widening a little. “i haven’t seen you in forever.” his expression slightly wavers at that.

“oh i’ve been.. busy.” he lies, smiling. the truth is, he hasn’t been busy at all. he’s been avoiding you, you and your precious smile.

“its okay.” you pat his shoulder. “i just missed you.”

“i missed you too.” he blurts out unknowingly, slightly flinching at what he said. “i’ve been avoiding you.” he confesses.

your eyebrow’s slightly raise at that. “…why?”

“because.. i don’t know.”

your hands hesitantly reach out. you knew how he was about physical touch, but maybe just this once he needs it.

he bents down a little, his face hitting your shoulder as he reciprocated your hug.

“Ich liebe dich.”

apologies, some parts aren’t as long as the others. i got lazy ( and have favorites… ✌️) only 7 chrc bc i had no ideas for isagi

[partiallysame]

Hi! Love your Price's Lil Wife drabbles so much! I was wondering how birthdays (for the boys) are treated now that they have Price's Missus looking out for them? Also, how does one go about finding out Simon's birthday (lord knows that man won't willingly give that info up without severe puppy eyes)?

Johnny offhandedly said he’d want whatever meal you just made for his birthday next year and the giant exaggerated gasp that left you had all the men minus your husband ready to defend ready to jump into action but no need for any actual panic. “YOUR BIRTHDAY. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?” Johnny told you and fuck you missed it. Kyle’s too. Big ol smile and head snapping over to Simon to ask him. Price was behind you shaking his head waving his hand in front of his neck trying to save Simon from answering the question. He wasn’t going to anyway but now he was curious as to why he shouldn’t (personalized and handmade triangular party hat that is mandatory to wear all day and too many pictures).

“Whens your birthday Simon?” Big ol smile on your face dropping when he says

“Don’t got one”

“Yes you do”

“No I don’t”

“Simon Riley” uh oh. “Tell me when your birthday is”. He let out a mhm mhm and you turned to your husband who held his hands up in defense. Ofc he wasn’t gonna help. Now your crossed arms in front of him trying to look mean. “Tell me.” He shook his head. Fine you’ll let it go for now (no you’re not) Gonna have to get creative.

Breakfast the next day you asked before handing him his plate. Making it seem like he wouldn’t get the food if he didn’t answer. He didn’t. You gave it to him anyway. “I’ll make your favorite for dinner if you tell me” “everything you make is my favorite” shut up Simon.

Now he’s sitting on the couch and you approach him with the prettiest saddest lil puppy dog eyes you could muster. Finger tracing his biceps. “Just wanna celebrate you Simon. Without your birthday you’d never have come into my life. Wanna make you feel special.” He almost broke. Your big eyes. Sweet voice. Gentle, teasing touch. He was so close to telling you. But he hesitated too long and you switched tactics hard and fast.

“Fine. But you made me do this Riley. Remember that” and suddenly you were calling for MacTavish who came strutting in the stupidest smile on his face holding a dark blue jersey. “From now on this is a Scotland house” you said putting on Johnny’s Scotland National football jersey. No no no. Simon began panicking watching Johnny put on a matching one. “On game days. This house will NOT be watching Manchester anymore.” Wait wait wait. “I’ll tell ya please” Simon’s reaching for you. Don’t do this. He’s begging but you’re not giving in. “It’s may 17th please lovie don’t go this far. Take it off.” He’s trying to pull the jersey off of you, fighting Johnny’s hands trying to keep it on you. Price walked in on the scene “dear god Lieutenant what did you do?” His wife wearing the wrong colors? Oh Riley’s gonna pay for this.