#cloud's 12am thoughts
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Siffrin but while he's incredibly touch-starved he's ALSO bitey.
He gives you a hug and then bites you affectionately. If you try to touch them and they don't want to be touched/aren't expecting it/don't like you he bites you.
Isabeau and Siffrin sitting next to each other and Siffrin leans over and bites Isabeau's arm.
Siffrin constantly needing to have something crunchy/chewy in their mouth because nom nom bitey biting nice feeling or else they will chew on something inedible (clothes, hair, pencil, etc.).
Siffrin biting his pillow in his sleep.
Siffrin getting so fed up with the King during one of the loops that they find a gap in the King's armor and bite him.
Do you see the vision. Can you see where I'm going with this. Bitey Siffrin. Bites you bites you bites-
#the main point is bitey siffrin. he bites for any reason. ANY reason. NOBODY is safe#has anyone else thought of this before?? idk but I'm running with this headcanon (has barely interacted with the isat fandom)#anyway YES I'm projecting onto him (giving siffrin my habits/autism)#YES I'm giving them sharp teeth in my headcanons/fanart#constantly switching between he/him and they/them pronouns for Siffrin gives me happy brain :D#I made this post while dealing with a headache so if anything is worded weird then. yeah :D#bitey siffrin au#cloud does a ramble :3#cloud's 12am thoughts#isat#in stars and time#isat siffrin#siffrin#in stars and time siffrin#isat isabeau#in stars and time isabeau#isabeau#isafrin#isat king#in stars and time king
142 notes
·
View notes
Text
최수빈 ───〃I NEED U MORE



"why couldn’t you be home right now? why couldn’t you be the one making him feel good? to make him moan and cry for you? to make him cum? god soobin wanted to cum, he needed to cum..."
‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ synopsis: soobin misses you and gets horny thinking about you while you’re working a 12hour shift at the hospital, he decides to do something about it.
⋆˚꩜。 pairing: sub!soobin x softdom!reader ⋆˚꩜。 genre & word count: smut || 2k+ ⋆˚꩜。 tags: masturbation, shy soobin, needy soobin, some pillow humping, punishment but not really b/c soobin enjoys it, thigh fucking, very light degradation, praise, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, soobin gets caught, lapslock ⋆˚꩜。 notes: yes, this is me projecting as a current nursing student that also works as a patient care tech…
soobin felt like his body was on fire and that he could burst at any moment.
“fuck…” he breathes, “please.”
it was late at night, almost 12am and soobin was horny. and not his usual horny, this was different. he wasn’t yet used to your new job at the hospital and having to be apart from you for so many hours
it drives him crazy that he can’t be around you, snuggle you, or kiss you, and especially fuck you whenever he wanted. pouting and practically begging you not to go to work in the early mornings.
“uhn ~ ” he moans into his sleeve, a sweater-paw coming up to cover his mouth, embarrassed by the sounds he was making.
leading up to this, soobin was simply laying in bed and scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he lie on his stomach, face mushed into a pillow, and a small blanket draped over him.
it wasn’t until he got a quick text message from you saying that you’ll be home soon that his mind started to roam. he started missing you, replying to the text message with a sad face and a sigh. he opens his photos app and skims through the many pictures he has of you.
he comes across a rather explicit photo, one where your stood in front of the mirror in panties and a tank top. your hand teasingly, lifting the top just enough to reveal the bottom half of your breasts.
soobin feels his heartbeat pick up and his cock twitch in his pajama pants. he swallows as his eyes scan the picture, eyes honing in one area in particular, your thighs.
god - soobin loves your thighs, it was his favorite part of you. always kissing, licking, or biting them when gets to eat you out or fuck you. his hands always unconsciously rubbing or squeezing them throughout the day, always finding a way to touch them.
he lets out a needy whimper, grinding his now hard cock into the bed and gripping the pillow under him. it’s not unusual for soobin to get turned just from the sight of you, it’s almost laughable how he becomes a mess just from that. but it is unusual to not be able to do anything about it.
he can’t just do what he typically does, shyly ask you to touch him or to let him be inside you. beg if he has to, cry if you asked him to. he could text you, ask for permission, but who knows the next time you’ll be able to look at your phone and reply?
maybe… maybe just this once he can get away with not asking. you would understand, right? his breathing picks up at the thought. could he bring himself to disobey you? he could probably finish before you even get back with how pent up he was. it’s been a week since you’ve touched him sexually.
every light touch and brush of your hands against his skin, sent tingles through his whole body. bedtime being his biggest obstacle, being pressed so close to you and having his face against your chest, one hand in his hair, the other slowly rubbing his arm or back.
he feels his body warming up, his face likely flushed and his head getting clouded with arousal. in his dizzy state, he hadn’t even realized he’d been rolling his hips into the bed still, his cock aching.
“fuck it.” he mutters, tossing his phone down and sitting up with a huff. he grabbed the pillow he was just resting on and slots it between his legs, straddling it.
he tentatively grinds down on it, breath hitching at the new feeling. he’s never done this before, doesn’t even know what is coming over him. but he thinks back to the picture and of your thighs… and then thinks that he would like the pillow to be your thigh. he would love it, even.
he can just about imagine it. you sat on the bed, plump thighs exposed and him on top of one of them. he would feverishly rub his cock against it, leaving it sticky from the amounts of precum he was leaking. “good boy…” you would whisper as your hands roam his body, leaving no spot untouched, sending sparks down his spine…
soobin starts panting out breaths, his movements getting rougher. he brings a hand up to do what you can’t, sliding them under his sweater and hissing at how cool his hands are in comparison. brushing a thumb over his nipple like you do sometimes.
“mmph - ! ” he chokes on a moan, biting on his bottom lip as he jolts from the feather-light touch. it’s almost too much for him, he wishes you were here to do it for him. he’s too needy, his brain to foggy to do it alone.
he shifts to lay on his back, too hot and too brain-empty to be upright, discarding the pillow. his cock straining against his pajama pants, begging to be touched. he reaches a hand down to palm himself, gasping at how sensitive he was.
slowly, he pulls his cock from his pants with a little string of precum connecting his tip to the pool of it on his tummy. he scoops it up with his fingers, spreading it on the tip messily.
“oh god …” he gasps, eyes rolling into the back of his. he starts to stroke himself teasingly, overcome with need. he makes sure to replicate the exact motions you would, twisting his fist up then down and back up.
he thinks about the one time you let him fuck your thighs. how warm and wet it was as he thrusted his hips into them. soobin has thought about that day countless times ever since, but never got the courage to ask to do it again, to shy to bring it up.
he wishes he could do that right now, that it was your thighs he could be fucking into instead of his stupid fist. what he would give for you to be here right now, command him to get between you, and let him have his way with you while you praise him.
“uhn ~ ” he moans into his sleeve as he pumps his cock faster, a sweater-paw coming up to cover his mouth, embarrassed by the sounds he was making.
why couldn’t you be home right now? why couldn’t you be the one making him feel good? to make him moan and cry for you? to make him cum? god soobin wanted to cum, he needed to cum. he can feel himself getting close, hips bucking up into his wet hand.
“aww poor thing wants to cum, already ~ ? “ you would purr at him, making him whine in shame. all he has done is touch his cock a bit and he already has to cum, how pathetic.
“please… fucking please.” he quietly moans behind his hand. he wishes he could hear your voice, tell him how pathetic he was, tell him he can cum. you would giggle as you tighten your thighs around him, like soobin tightens his grip on his cock. squeezing and making everything so warm, so wet, so good.
soobin is so lost in pleasure he doesn’t hear the front door open or the announcement that you have arrived home. he simply keeps stroking his cock, his head thrown back with eyes screwed shut and his moans muffled, orgasm right on the surface. just a little more…
“soobin ~ “ you call out into the silence. you drop your work bags and kick off your shoes before heading to the living room first. there have been many times soobin has fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you to get home.
you hum when you don’t find him there, instead opting for the only other place he could be which is the bedroom. you hurriedly make your way there, wanting to see your boyfriend that you so dearly missed.
once at the door, you freeze, hand hesitating over the handle. you press your ear to the door to make sure you’re hearing right.
“mmph, ‘m c-cumming !” soobin moans out, loudly. he had both hands on his cock now, fucking into them furiously, embarrassment long forgotten as he unabashedly makes every sound he can. he didn’t care anymore. he gasps when he cums, whole body trembling as he falls over the edge with cum landing on his sweater and dripping down his hands.
he whimpers and whines through his orgasm, trying to catch his breath. he relaxes his tense body, turning his head into the pillow and letting the pleasure wash over him.
“you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” soobin startles at the sound of your voice, opening his eyes to find you standing at the door with an eyebrow raised at him. he doesn’t know what to say or if he can even get words out right now.
you walk into the room, moving towards the bed as a wide-eyed soobin stares at you. his mouth hangs open, trying to find the words and tucking his cock back into his pants. anything that can defend himself, even though there isn’t anything that can.
“i- i missed you…” is all he can manage to whisper with watery eyes and a pout. he moves to the edge of the bed, where you stood, sitting down and tilting his head up to look you in the eyes, searching to them to figure out your feelings.
you take him in, scanning his figure. his flushed face, his disheveled hair, the drying cum on his sweater, his cock that was still hard tucked back away into his pajama pants. he reaches a sticky hand out to come around your waist, but you grab his wrist before he could make it there.
“you missed me, but couldn’t wait for me, hm?” you question, dropping his hand back to his lap. soobin whimpers and swallows, words failing him yet again.
“was too needy…” he mumbles, putting his head down in shame, face burning, and fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “’m sorry.” he finishes with a sniffle and tears threatening to fall.
you hum, moving around soobin to climb into the bed, removing your work clothes in the process and leaving just panties and top on. soobin lifted his head at the movement, wet eyes following you as you stripped.
his sensitive cock twitched, making him groan and press a hand against it, a weak attempt at fighting his hard-on.
“to think i was going to let you fuck me tonight…” you murmur without looking at soobin, absentmindedly checking your nails. you hear him let out a shaky breath though, goosebumps spreading across his skin at what you said.
“w-well can’t i still, please?” he timidly asks, moving next to you on the bed and trying to get into your field of vision so you can pay attention to him.
you laugh, turning to him “really?” is all you reply, blandly. soobin shivers at that, nibbling on his bottom lip, and throbbing in his pants. he looks so pathetic, so helpless…
“okay,” you start, laying back on the bed and turning your head to look at soobin who was staring back with confusion all over his face. “i’ll let you fuck me.” you finish, removing your panties, spreading your legs and patting your thigh.
soobin could swear he was in heaven right now. the day that has constantly been on his mind is finally happening again. is he dreaming? he has to be, right?
“do you not want to? shall i change my mind ~ “ you tease, pretending like you were about to sit up. soobin jumps up from his spot, shaking his head, quickly makes his way to you and placing himself in between your thighs.
his hands instinctively start caressing them, running his hands up and down the sides, occasionally kneading them while waiting for instruction. looking at you with such yearning in his eyes, so intense you can’t help but to look away, your face burning just a tad.
“you can start.” you boredly state, turning your head to collect yourself while clearing your throat. soobin wastes no time, unaware of you slight falter in composure. he lifts your legs up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders. he pants while he pushes your thighs together, whipping his sticky cock out and shoving them between your thighs with a whine.
“so fucking good…” he moans, eyes fluttering shut. he pushes all the way until his hips are flush against the back of your thighs, his hold on you tight. he doesn’t hesitate to start using your thighs, pounding into them without abandon, leaking precum all down them, a puddle starting to form on your lower stomach where your shirt lifted.
you could feel yourself also getting turned-on, soobin’s thick cock sliding against you every time he pushes in, your wetness adding onto the slickness. you dip a finger into the precum resting on your tummy and bring it up to your mouth, tapping soobin so he opens his eyes and watch every movement.
you suck the finger into your mouth with a moan, watching as soobin falters, his hips stuttering a bit before he finds his rhythm again.
“oh fuck,” he moans, slamming his cock into your thighs now. you knew he wouldn’t last long, his second orgasm likely building. he looks totally blissed out, his eyes glossy, cheeks red, forehead and neck sweaty and his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth.
“i- fuck can i c-cum?” he cries, fresh tears in his eyes. “please?” he adds when you squeeze yourself around him harder, throwing his head back in pleasure with a choked moan.
“mm, should i let you cum?” you ask out loud, more to yourself than to soobin. he whines, gripping on your thighs as he drives into you.
“yes, yes please. i’ll be a good boy ~ i won’t touch or cum without your permission again.” he babbles, crying and begging for you to finally reach his climax, body quivering to hold himself back.
“you won’t?” you ask, just to be a tease.
soobin wildly shakes his head, “i- i won’t, i promise. just- please…” he pleas, moaning loudly through his words.
“then cum for me baby ~ ” you purr. soobin stills before he starts to shake, shouting when he cums all over your stomach, bucking his hips through your thighs. hot tears run down his face as he orgasm wracks through him.
your praise him, “good boy” and “good job” being said as you let him come down from his high.
his chest heaves as he removes his cock from between you, hissing as his tip drags against them. although gross, he can’t help but to flop down on top of you with a moan. nuzzling his head into your neck and his hands coming around your waist tightly.
you run your fingers through his hair with one hand and wipe tears from his face with the other, soobin sighing contentedly and his eyes drifting shut. he could almost fall asleep like this. he thinks he is falling asleep like th-
“soobin, i love you, you know that. but i will not fall asleep with cum and sweat all over me.” you say, interrupting his descent into sleep.
soobin laughs, but gets up when you give him a gently smack on the head, laughing louder.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

#wntrr ⋆˚꩜。 fics ☆#sub!txt#sub!choisoobin#sub!soobin#soobin x reader#txt x reader#soobin smut#txt smut#dom!reader#sub!idol#sub!kpop#soobin hard hours#soobin hard thoughts#sub soobin#kpop smut#sub txt#sub! soobin#sub! txt#choi soobin smut
365 notes
·
View notes
Text

Cαɳ Iƚ Bҽ Oɳҽ Nιɠԋƚ
┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "megumi knew he needed to stay away from you. you came from two very different worlds. but god, he was having a real hard time staying away."
ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Megumi F. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 5.4k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Adult Film/Drama/Rom] angst, smut, oral(m!receiving), penetrative sex, saying the L word during sex(all characters aged up!) ★ 01 . 02. [COMPLETED] ★ honestly this might be my best/fav fic ever, i wrote it high one night from 12am to 5am before my 7am shift at work. megumi is one of my favorite characters like ever and i always enjoy writing him
▶▶
megumi loved you. god he loved you so fucking much. he wanted to be with you, make you his. but there was one problem. you were a non sorcerer. you knew nothing of the jujutsu world. and megumi wasn’t selfish enough to bring you into it. as he walked into an abandoned building , the events of earlier today plagued his mind.
“hi megumi!” your face lit up as he walked into the diner you worked at, coming from behind the counter to give him a hug. he didn’t hug you back, swallowing the lump in his throat as he gently pushed you off of him by your shoulders. you looked at him with a small frown, not sure what was going on and why he looked so anxious.
“when do you get off,” megumi’s voice was low, hoping that maybe you wouldn’t be able to hear him and he could just blow it off and pretend he wasn’t about to do this. he watched as you pulled out your phone to check the time, looking up at him with a small smile.
“in half an hour… is everything okay?” megumi could see the concern on your face and thought he was about to cry.
“uh i just need to talk to you about something,” you frowned when he didn’t directly answer the question. it made you feel uneasy and you wanted to question him more. but instead you just nodded.
“okay uh i guess you can just wait at one of the tables,” he nodded, the thin line of lips unwavering. you offered him one final smile before heading back off to work the register. you couldn’t help but glance over at him every once in a while from where he sat. he seemed fidgety, nervous, and distraught, all things you’ve never seen from him before. you furrowed your eyebrows, trying so hard to figure out what could be bothering him.
time seemed to drag one for hours as you rang up customer after customer. but soon enough, your shift was ending and you were plastering on a fake smile as you said your goodbyes to your coworkers.
“hey,” you spoke gently as you stood in front of megumi, tenderly placing your hand on his shoulder to get his attention. when he raised his head from his hands there was one word you’d use to describe his face. tired.
he silently stood up, pushing in his chair and immediately shoving his hands in his pockets before you could even think about intertwining yours fingers with his. you followed behind him silently, a sense of dread pooling in your stomach. when you reached your car he finally turned to look at you.
“y/n,” megumi spoke firmly, putting extra effort into making sure his voice didn’t waver. “i know we aren’t official or anything but i think its best if-”
“i understand,” you cut him off, your voice cracking slightly at the end. having had this conversation many times before, you didn’t really want to do it again. so instead you give him a polite smile. “i appreciate you telling me,” you nodded at him once before opening the door to your car. megumi was… dumbfounded to say the least. he didn’t expect things to be this easy and even though he should be grateful for it, he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt.
“wait-,” megumi spoke before he could think, a feeling of desperation clouding his mind. “i lo-,”
“don’t,” you cut him off once again, this time the hurt in your voice more prominent. you looked at him with tears pooling in your lashes. this situation feeling all too familiar to ones in the past made you snap. “dont fucking say shit you don’t mean,” your voice was filled with pain while megumi stood there and looked at you with shock. “goodbye megumi, thank you for taking the time to tell me.” with one final nod, you got in your car and drove off, leaving megumi alone in the dark parking lot to process what just happen.
“fuck,” he cursed to himself as he walked towards the door, not wanting to replay those moments while he’s supposed to be exorcizing. with one glance back, he watched as ijichi finished opening a barrier before getting back in his car. megumi had told him that he didn’t need to wait for him and while ijichi was on the fence about it, he reluctantly listened to megumi.
with a deep breath he passed the threshold of the building and immediately could feel the cursed energy grow stronger than what it was outside. he looked around before summoning his demon dog, warily walking deeper into the building.
from what he was told, there seemed to just be a couple low level curses, nothing he really needed to worry about. a loud crash rang through the building and megumi was quick to face in the direction of it.
there was a curse crouching by a pillar, its energy was low and megumi wasted no time before ordering demon dog to exorcize it. after it was gone, megumi felt like something was off, the cursed energy still being very prominent.
then it happened, another curse appeared with what felt like twice the amount of cursed energy. how did he not notice it before? he was quick to summon nue, having it strike the curse while he tried to move to a spot where he’d get the advantage. but the curse was quick, immediately tracking megumi’s movements.
it wasn’t particularly too strong, megumi knew he would be able to exorcize it with a little work. but what megumi wasn’t prepared for, was it’s abilities. right before he was about to attack, the curse made some sort of intelligible noise and suddenly he was frozen.
memories of his life began to flash through his mind and for a second he thought maybe he was dying. faces of the important people of his life flashing before his eyes and then you. he saw you so vividly in his mind. you were smiling, giggling as you looked at him like he was the brightest star in the night sky. but then it flashed to your teary eyes, your pained voice echoing in his mind.
all this was cut short when megumi was hit in his gut. blood spilled out of his mouth as he cried out in pain. vision blurry with tears he didn’t even know he was shedding, he began to attack the curse and with the help of nue and demon dog, he was able to exorcize.
feeling the cursed energy disperse, megumi let his shoulders slump as he fell to the ground. wiping his eyes with the back of his hands he examined his palms. his hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking. tears were beginning to fall down his already wet cheeks again as his thoughts ran a marathon aside his head,
he felt like he was going to be sick, he thought he was about to die. he thought his life was truly flashing behind his eyes and he saw you. you were sad. you were hurt. he thought he was going to die and the last thing he saw was your hurt face. his head was dizzy and he almost fell over as he stood up.
megumi was now regretting telling ijichi to leave. with a sigh he surveyed his surroundings and realized it looked a little familiar. looking back at the building he just exited, he realized it was the very same building you warned him about.
“look that building over there,” you pointed towards your window as you drove, glancing at megumi before turning back to the road. “it’s so creepy. whenever i pass by i feel a shiver go down my spine,” you flashed a smile at megumi, missing his blush as you looked back at the road “but for some reason with you in the car im not scared,”
before megumi even realized it, he was at your front door. seeing the doormat with the silly cat that both of you laughed at being the only thing snapping him back to reality. he fished his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. it was late. you were probably asleep now. he should just call ijichi and head home.
he went to take a step back the way he came but before he could even move, memories of what saw in that abandoned building flooded his mind and within a matter of seconds he knocked on your door. megumi knocked only twice, firmly telling himself that if you didn’t answer he was going to leave you alone. much to both his relief and his dismay, you opened the door.
“megumi?” by the tone of your voice he could tell that you were probably heading to bed soon. “oh my god- megumi-” the sudden change in your tone startled him as he looked at your now horrified expression. “what the fuck happened to you-,” your voice was full of alarm as you took in the sight of the man in front of you. he was leaning against the wall, superficial cuts all over his arms, a bigger cut on his shoulder, and already drying blood coming from what looked like his head.
“i-,” he took a step forward, quickly tripping over his own legs that felt like they were submerged in concrete, and falling into your arms. you squeaked as his body fell onto you, just barely catching him and stumbling backwards into your apartment. you led him to your couch, panting lightly as you carried the brunt of his weight.
“stay right there- do not move, let me go grab a first aid kit,” you spoke firmly, watching as megumi’s eyelids fluttered. his head lolled to the side as uneven breaths left his partially open mouth. your hands were shaking violently as you fumbled to grab the kit, opening it quickly to see what was in it. frowning, you looked at the scarce amounts of supplies.
hurry back into the living room you felt your heart stop for a second when you saw how still he was. quickly getting on the couch next to him, dropping the med kit on your lap, you cupped his face in your hands.
“megumi- megumi please- should i call someone-”
“no,” his voice was hoarse. he sounded pained, as if he was using all his energy just to speak. “don’t… call anyone ‘m fine,” his head slumped against the back cushion of the couch, eyes still shut as his ragged breathing shook through him.
“megumi you’re bleeding,” your hands clumsily grabbed a pad and a bottle of alcohol before gingerly grabbing his arm. megumi made no move to stop you, sighing at the feeling of your hands on him. the two of you sat in silence as you tended to his arm aside from the low hisses coming from megumi because of the alcohol and mumbled sorry’s from you. when you got to the cut on his shoulder you grabbed a small pair of scissors. “i’ll have to cut the sleeve off,” you spoke mostly to yourself, getting a slight nod from megumi. you worked quickly, cutting off the sleeve and cleaning it as best as your limited medical knowledge would allow you. “it doesn’t look that bad,” you said absentmindedly as you began to wrap his shoulder with gauze.
the corners of megumi’s lips twitch at the somewhat foreign treatment. usually in this scenario he would’ve gone to shoko, cuts like the one he has now seeming so small. and here you were, fussing over it and trying to console him. megumi found that he much preferred this over what he was used to.
shifting in your seat, you leaned forward, bringing your hand to megumi’s head to move his hair out of his face to see where the bleeding was coming from. to your relief it wasn’t coming from his head, but a very small gash on his head. being so focused on cleaning the cut, you didn’t realize megumi was now looking up at you until you reached down to grab a bandage. you smiled at him reassuringly, a small heat flooding your cheeks as you applied the bandage and smoothed out his hair.
“all better,” you sighed, placing the kit on the coffee table before leaning back onto the couch facing megumi. you looked deep into his eyes, searching for answers you were probably never going to get. “you gonna tell me what happened,” you asked lightly, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“i wish i could,” megumi’s voice was solemn, making you genuinely believe there was something keeping him from telling you. deciding to let it go, you switched topics.
“you look ridiculous,” you motioned to the jagged ends of the sleeve to his shirt. megumi snorted, rolling his eyes.
“you’re the one who cut it,” seeing megumi smile, no matter how small it was, made you feel a bit better. he didn’t seem to be in too much pain thankfully.
“i’ll go get you a shirt to sleep in,” you got up from the couch, reaching down to grab the kit and put it away on your way to your room.
“sleep in?” he lifted his head to look at you, eyes widening slightly.
“well do you have a way home,” megumi let his head rest against the cushions again. truthfully, he could call ijichi and if he didn’t answer he could call yuji, he knew for a fact that guy was still awake. but instead he found himself shaking his head.
“then youre sleeping here,” you said with finality as you walked to your room. once you were out of sight of megumi in the confines of your room you found yourself shaking slightly. just to think you were about to head to bed and now the boy you were in love with was injured on your couch. you shook your hands as if trying to shake all of the nerves out of you before heading to your dresser. grabbing one of the many oversized shirts you own, you walked back out to the living. megumi was in the same position as when you left, his chest rising and falling in what looked like a much more normal tempo. “here, you can put this on,” you placed it on his lap, hands lingering for a split second on his thigh before you pulled away.
“thank you y/n,” he looked up at you again, sitting up as he grabbed the shirt.
“youre welcome megumi,” shooting him a smile, you stood up again, stretching your arms above your head. “you can sleep in my room,”
“what- no why-”
“you’re injured and my couch isn’t exactly the most comfortable,” you spoke as if this was common knowledge. as if you giving up your bed to the guy who basically broke up with you was the only reasonable option.
“if it’s not comfortable why would you sleep here,” megumi looked at you incredulously, showing more emotion than he did when he was actively bleeding.
“i’m used to it,”
“i’m not going to sleep in your bed knowing you’re on the couch in your own home,” megumi’s voice was firm as he spoke, eyes locked on yours in a sort of silent battle.
“well then do you want me to sleep with you?,” you were louder than you meant to be, eyes going wide in embarrassment at what you said. it grew silent as the two of you stared at each other.
before you knew it, you were getting under your blankets, along with megumi. it was quiet and awkward as the two of you shifted under the covers. with your backs to each other, megumi’s mind was going wild. there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do. could he really be that selfish? could he really let himself love you and let himself be yours? did he really have it in him? surely he’d have to tell you about his line of work. would you think he was crazy? there was too much running through his mind and he began to feel tears welling in his eyes.
“y/n,” his voice cracked as your name left his lips.
“yea?” the two of you spoke with your backs still facing each other, both too scared of what would happen if you saw each other.
“i love you,” the words felt foreign as they slipped off his tongue. but it lifted a certain weight of his chest as they finally left him. the room became still, the only noise being your fan. he shifted under the blankets, getting slightly uncomfortable at the silence.
“i love you too megumi,” your voice was weak, as if you too were scared to speak those words out. without giving yourself a moment to think, you rolled onto your other side, now facing megumi’s back. having heard and felt the movement, megumi followed suit. he felt his breath hitch as he took your face in.
you were so beautiful, so kind, so loving, so sweet. you were everything megumi ever wanted and he couldnt help the weary smile that spread on his face. you returned his smile, lifting your hand to wipe a stray tear off his cheek.
“why’re you crying,” you mumbled, now rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone.
“ ‘cause i love you,”
“and that makes you cry?” you cocked an eyebrow at him, a small playful smile on your face. you had no idea what line you were now teetering on. had no idea what your world could possibly turn into if megumi let himself be selfish. this question from you was a rude reminder that you had no idea who he really was.
“... yes,” his voice was sad as he kept his eyes on you. you noticed the sudden change in his tone and frowned slightly, deciding it was best to redirect where this was going. inching your face closer to his, you let your gaze flick down to his lips. megumi took in a slight breath as you moved, his eyes widening slightly. this wouldn’t be your first time kissing megumi, having gave him pecks on his cheeks and lips multiple time. but this would be the first time it truly felt real.
your eyes fluttered closed when you got close enough to feel his shallow breath fan against your lips. and within only a few moments your lips were on his. the kiss was incredibly gentle and ended way to fast for your liking when megumi pulled away. opening your eyes you see megumi staring at you with a sheepish smile on his face.
“why’re you staring at me,” you asked jokingly, now smiling with him.
“you’re just so pretty,”
“you’re so sappy,” your teasing was lighthearted, and megumi knew that. but every joke thrown at him just reminded him that you truly don’t know how devastating this was for him. you noticed the change in his demeanor and frowned, still not having any clue what was going on with him. but before you could ask any questions, megumi pressed his lips against yours. this kiss felt different than the one you gave him. the difference in your urgency was incredibly difficult for megumi to deal with. so instead he opted for kissing you until he couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of your lips on his.
megumis hands trembled as he slotted a hand in your hair, pulling you closer to him. you eagerly returned the passion he was putting into the kiss, pressing your body against his as you kept your hand cupping his jaw.
a small whimper left your mouth when you felt him bite down on your lower lip softly. megumi’s whole body seemed to be shaking as his hands smoothed over your side. your hand traveled to card in his hair, chest pressed firmly against his.
megumi stilled when he felt himself growing hard, a tinge of guilt in his chest. he shouldn’t do this. he knew he shouldn’t go any farther- hell he shouldn’t have even gone this far. he shouldn’t have shown up at your door. he shouldn’t have even gotten himself involved with you in the first place-
“megumi,” you spoke softly as you could physically see him come back to the present. “you’re distracted again,” you looked over his face as you gave him the most reassuring smile you could, his lips now wet and slightly parted.
“ ‘m sorry,” he mumbled before wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck. you slid your leg between his, not trying to do inheritably sexual, just trying to get comfortable. but the moment your thigh pressed against his boner he hissed in your ear.
“megumi-,”
“ i’m sorry, i’m sorry y/n,” he kept mumbling apologies into your neck and you tried to comfort him by playing with his hair.
“you don’t have to apologize,” you whispered into your dark room, but this only made megumi feel worse. you had no idea what he was apologizing for. but he decided to take it, taking in a deep breath before lifting his head to look at you.
“thank you, i love you,” he smiled when he heard you giggle softly, pecking his lips.
“i love you too,” you were beaming up at him now and megumi had a mental war with himself to just let him enjoy the moment. “can you kiss me again,” your voice was so sweet, and you were looking at him with those pretty eyes- how could he resist. with a quick nod, his lips were on yours once more.
things were escalating faster than megumi could keep up with and before he knew it, you were on top of him, kissing him messily while you grind down on him with your pajama bottoms long gone. small whines and moans from megumi were muffled by your lips, his hands tight on your waist. you broke the kiss to catch your breath, sitting up on megumis lap as you grabbed the hem of your shirt.
“is this okay?” you asked breathlessly, stopping your arms just before pulling your shirt up enough to show your chest. megumi’s eyes were wide as he nodded his head, feeling like he was in a daze watching you take your shirt off. seeing you in nothing but your underwear had megumi’s dick growing painfully hard in his pants and he couldn’t help his hips bucking up into you. you let out a soft sound of surprise at the pressure on your covered clit. with a smile you leaned back down, ghosting your lips over his. you watched his adams apple bobbed when you rolled your hips, a soft whine leaving both of you. megumi sat up, leaning back on his elbows as he pressed his lips into yours, both of your tongues intertwining while you continued grinding your hips against him. “do you want to do anything more” your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke against his lips.
megumi stilled against you for just a second. this was a bad idea. a very bad idea. but god he wanted you. he wanted all of you. he wanted to be yours and he wanted to you to be his in every sense of the word. so, against his better judgment, he nodded his head, biting his lip as he watched your face light up. his eyes were glued to yours as you moved further down his body. you somehow managing to keep eye contact as you grabbed the hem of his pants had a shiver running down his spine.
you slowly pulled his underwear and pants down in one go, giggling softly as megumi hurriedly helped by kicking them off. you smoothed your hands over his now exposed thighs, leaving wet kisses on the flesh.
with his lip stuck between his teeth, megumi tried his hardest to not make any noise while he watched you inch your mouth closer and closer to where he wanted you to touch. and when he finally did place a kiss on his tip he thought he might cum just then. with your eyes on him you grabbed the base of his dick, squeezing slightly while placing kitten licks all around his slit that was now leaking precum.
“ ah y/n- oh shit,” you moaned around his dick as you lowered your mouth on him, pushing your panties to the side to push two fingers into your wet hole. when you kept moaning around his cock and jerking your hips, megumi finally realized what else you were doing and his whole body felt hot. you began to bob your head at the same pace you were fucking yourself with your fingers and the site was megumi on the brink of an orgasm.
“you like that ‘gumi?” you asked after pulling you mouth off his dick with a soft ‘pop’, smiling at him as you continued to jerk him off. the nickname had megumi whining loudly despite him biting his lip hard enough to almost draw blood.
“w-wanna feel you,” he spoke before thinking again, the rational part of him telling him he shouldn’t do this and he should actually stop this all now and apologize and then go home and never talk to you again. but god the way you smiled at him with those lust filled eyes had him thinking with his dick.
“yea baby?” you asked excitedly, pulling your fingers out of you before situating yourself back on his lap and pressing your now wet fingers against his lips. you didn’t have to say anything, megumi already opening his mouth, tongue lapping at your fingers before you pressed them against his tongue. when he looked at you through those pretty lashes you felt yourself clenching around nothing.
megumi watched you with hungry eyes as you lifted your hips, grabbing his dick and pulling your panties to the side, lining it with your hole. you elicited a long moan from the both of you as you sank down on him. your breath growing ragged as you bottomed out. pressing your palms into his chest, you let your head hang while you got used to the feeling of him inside of you.
“ ‘m gonna start moving,” you whispered, lifting your head to look at megumi as he nodded his head. you smashed your lips against his, effectively muffling both of your moans as you lifted your hips and pushed back down.
your room was soon filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. both of you moaning and whimpering into each others mouths as you continued to fuck yourself on his dick.
“shit megumi-,” you whined as you pulled your lips away to catch your breath. he whined softly, a shaky hand sliding into your hair and gripping onto it.
“y/n- y/n i love you,” he panted against your mouth, hips now jerking up into you as he his body chased his orgasm.
“i love you too ‘gumi- love you so much- im- ah fuck- im close,”
“me too,” he whispered, eyebrows pinching together as the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each snap of your hips. you snaked a hand between your bodies, fingers messily rubbing your clit as you got closer and closer to cuming. you mewled, resting your head on his shoulder as megumi let out a string of moans above you.
with one whimpered warning from you, you came undone on his cock. your spasming cunt around him was what finished him off, quickly lifting you off of him as his cum spurted all over his shirt. your eyes were wide at his display of strength as you came down from your high, panting softly.
with a dramatic sigh you flopped onto the bed next to a spent megumi. you watched as he smiled up at the ceiling.
“oh megumi you ruined my favorite shirt,” you pouted as you looked at the now cum stained shirt. you were totally just joking but the expression on megumi’s face as he turned his face to look at you was priceless.
“y/n im so sorry-,”
“i was just kidding!” your laugh was undeniably contagious, making megumi laugh along with you until both of you couldn’t breath and your chests started to hurt. “you probably shouldn’t sleep in that though,” you said while wriggling your eyebrows. megumi rolled his eyes before sitting up to take off the shirt. seeing all of his torso was definitely something you were going to commit to memory. every scar, blemish, and mark now stored in their own little file folder in your mind.
you watched silently as megumi went to grab his pants putting them on as he watched you slip back under the covers.
“you’re gonna sleep like that?” megumi spoke with a smile on his face, getting right under the covers next to you.
“mm yea ‘m too comfy now,” you sighed, slinging your leg over his hips and resting your head on his chest. megumi hummed softly one arm wrapped around your waist while the other resting on your arm.
“you havin fun,” megumi asked as you traced the edge of the gauze on his shoulder with your fingertips. laughing quietly, you nodded against his chest, placing a kiss right before the gauze. the room fell silent after that, nothing but the noise of your fan and breathing to be heard.
“megumi,” you whispered, not entirely sure if he was even awake.
“yea?”
“i know you’re not ready to tell me now,” you started, your face heating up slightly. “but i need you to know that i will patiently wait for you to tell me your stories,” this is what brought megumi back to reality. just now realizing what he’s done, what he’s currently doing. he was internally freaking out but didn’t want to alarm you.
“thank you y/n,” was all he said, effectively ending the conversation as you let out a content sigh. he held you in his arms until you fell asleep, only then letting unconsiousness take ahold of him.
he woke up with a jolt, heart racing while he laid in an unfamiliar bed. he was about to sit up when he felt a weight on his chest- oh. it was you. he was in your room. after sleeping with you, having told you he loved you multiple times, having gave you this false sense of security. god he was horrible.
he sat up slowly, looking down at your sleeping frame now clinging onto his legs. you looked so peaceful like this. so beautiful- angelic even. but then there was a buzz from his phone. pulling it out of his pocket, his frown deepened when he saw the notification saying he got assigned to another mission. this time to defeat a special grade.
in this moment he knew he couldn’t do this to you. couldn’t bring you into a world you never asked to be in. and so with a dejected sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep himself from crying before he got up from the bed.
he was quiet as he moved, making sure to not wake you up. mostly for his own sake, not wanting to see you in pain again. he was selfish that way, not wanting to be there to know he was the one who cause your suffering.
he rounded to your side of the bed, leaning down and slipping a strand of hair out of your face to press a gentle kiss against your temple. he let his lips linger on your skin for longer than he probably should have.
with one last look with teary eyes, he walked out, closing the door to your bedroom quietly.
when you woke up you instantly searched for the warmth of the boy you loved. the boy who had confessed his feelings for you multiple times. with your eyes still closed, you swiped your arm over the bed, frowning when you only felt your cold sheets. opening your eyes, you sat up looking towards the bathroom your frown only growing more prominent when you saw the door was open to the dark room. quickly shrugging on a shirt you walked out your room, hands shaking slightly as you called out his name. and to your utter dismay, you quickly realized the truth,
megumi was gone.
i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃
#megumi x reader#megumi x you#megumi smut#megumi angst#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro smut#fushiguro megumi smut#megumi fushiguro angst#fushiguro megumi angst#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi fushiguro x you#megumi jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen angst#jujutsu kaisen megumi#jujutsu kaisen#f!reader#jjk smut#jjk angst#ac.adult film#ac.megumi#ac.drama
279 notes
·
View notes
Text
rancher!oscar piastri x reader headcanons
random headcannons for my fic come over, baby! (shameless promo 😔) *headcannons might not make total sense without reading aforementioned fic
the farm
after The Situation™, mama piastri is more than welcome of your presence at the family home
door has to be OPEN during the day though (she sends basil to guard the door)
you and hattie become besties and bond through bullying oscar <3
you hang out on their family farm during breaks from college so much nicole has assigned you chores to do as well
namely watering the garden and collecting the eggs in the early morning
oscar loves tagging along (only so he can take the chance to make out with you behind the chicken coop cause he can't when his sisters and his mother are in the house with y'all)
y'all are banned from the atv to travel around during morning chores because.. yeah.
when fall comes, apple picking in the family orchard!!!
although you may be a city girl, you know how to make a bomb apple pie
nicole makes cider :)
its nice to drink, curled up in oscar's bed with a classic movie illegally streamed on his laptop.
(most of the times, the movie doesn't get watched, anyways)
the apartment
your parents live in a fancy schmancy apartment in the city
they're always away on business trips or vacations so you basically have free reign to use the apartment when they're away
when you invite oscar for a "sleepover" in the apartment when your parents are in malibu for a random vacation, he gets excited at the prospect of seeing how you grew up in the city
baffled of your lack of backyard
no fresh eggs 💔 ? ?
"jesus christ, can the cars SHUT UP?" - oscar at 12am
he likes to watch the shiny supercars that sometimes pop up on the streets below rev their engines and zoom past your balcony
gets a little sick from looking down from a high height though, since the apartment is located near the 20th floor
"holy cow, do you think this is what being a cloud feels like??" - oscar leaning dangerously precariously off your balcony
college
when you both are not at oscar's house for break or your family apartment in the city, you both are at school
oscar studies engineering (duh)
since you study a whole nother field, you are located on the other side of the campus, which is kind of annoying
he likes to walk you to your classes even when that means he is going to be late to his own lectures.
(he knicks the notes off of his mate lando, anyways)
commonly sends you stupid videos in the middle of your lectures
often takes you out for lunch in his banged-up weird-orange pick-up truck that most likely has engine problems
study sessions in the library!! (he gets overwhelmed by your flashcards and you almost cry looking at his physics problems)
when essays are written and worksheets filled out, you sleep at oscar's dorm (the RAs in your female-only dorm crash out if they find out - god forbid - a boy is in your room)
oscar likes kicking his poor roomie (lando) out for a few hours when y'all get more intimate lmaoooo
a/n: lil headcannons to fill in the time while i work on my full fics :)
as always, my inbox is open to all your thoughts, headcannons, or questions for any of my works! (no fic requests please!)
#f1 x reader#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 rpf fic#f1 imagine#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri x you#op81 x y/n#op81 x reader#op81 x you#💬
170 notes
·
View notes
Text
fratboy!jj being needy... (suggestive themes)
minors, you are responsible for your own social media consumption, you have been warned.
⌗ requested by @jjblunts , thank you for the ask baby, im sorry it took so long to come out <33
⌗ this also doesn't have any real smut or action going on, just something for you ladies to think about because i pondered on this thought for days and i couldn't figure out how to write something better. it might just be because my mind is scrambled rn, but enjoy this teeny tiny blurb ♡ also lowkey inspired by a little something me and my mooties talked about...if you get it, you get it.
you had went on a girls trip with kiara and sarah, out of town for a few nights to relax and unwind. the whole time you were gone, jj had been acting like a needy puppy thats craving attention. this was probably the longest you two had gone without sex in a while, since he snuck into your dorm almost every night for a few rounds.
it had been two nights since you went out of town, and jj was going insane. though it hadn't been a long time, to him it seemed like forever since he fucked you. he got so painfully hard at just the thought of you, and your voice.
that same night at 12am, kiara and sarah had just fallen asleep beside you, while you struggled to fall asleep. you feel a small buzz against your arm coming from your phone that was currently under your pillow on the charger.
you pick it up and enter the password, opening your messages to find that jj had indeed texted you again. you sigh, and prepare yourself, opening his message.
you let out a soft gasp, your hand flying to cover your mouth as you stare at the screen, stunned at what he had just sent you. it was a picture of him in the mirror, the steam of his previous shower, clouding the air, as hes holding his girthy length in his hand, snapping a perfect picture of it for you and only you to see.
the image is attached with a message that says "suck me"
you could feel the wetness stirring around in your panties, your cunt throbbing at just the sight of his cock. it was pathetic honestly. he could get you wet by just sweet talking you. but the real question is, how would you respond?
#jj maybank#outer banks#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x reader#imagine#jj maybank imagine#fluff#rafe cameron#obx fic#jj maybank x you#obx jj#jj obx#jj fics#jj maybank obx#jj maybank fic#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank outer banks#jj maybank icons#jj maybank au#jj maybank angst#jj maybank aesthetic#jj maybank masterlist#jj maybank moodboard#jj maybank series#jj maybank one shot#jj maybank drabble#jj maybank blurb#jj maybank fic recs#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank fanfiction
357 notes
·
View notes
Text
Switch (Chris Sturniolo —> Matt Sturniolo)



part 1 (chris)
summary: you meet your dealer at 12am, just looking for a 3.5, your usual. he ends up walking you home, it’s late, dark and unsafe. completely unintentionally, you end up hooking up at your place. a week later, you bump into his triplet, matt, at a party, leading to another hookup.
includes: public sex?, softdom!matt, oral (m receiving)
Matt part
The party’s loud. Music thumping so loud you could just about feel it through every vein coursing through your body. You and your best friend, Ruby, are leaned against a kitchen counter disappointed after having high expectations for the party, only for it to be a load of shit. You sip from your red solo cup, eyes scanning the room whilst you hear some guy talk about his sound cloud in the distance until your eyes land on him. Jackpot. Across the room, he’s leaned against the wall, half zoned out, half engaged in conversation. White shirt, black cargos, red solo cup filled with who knows what.
Matt.
You straighten up and turn to Ruby. “I’m bored” you say, tilting your cup back, not taking your eyes off him. “And i’ve just found some entertainment” you turn to your best friend with a smirk.
She follows your line of vision until her eyes find him too. She chokes on her drink, as her eyes snap wide open.. “Are you serious?” she hisses. “You just fucked his brother last week?”
You shrug, unapologetic. “I’m allowed to switch” you wink and make your way over to matt.
You don’t even have a game plan. You don’t need one, not when you look the way you do. Not when Matt’s already looking at you with a smirk, leaned against a wall.
“You’re Chris’s girl?” was the first thing he said when you stopped in front of him.
“Just a customer” you correct, running your finger across the rim of your red solo cup.
Matt laughs, and nods his head slightly as he drags his eyes up and down your body. “Yeah, i’ve driven him to a few of those pickups” he gestures with his cup. “You’re the one with that one direction hoodie, right?”
“Guilty” you lean in, voice low. “Looked better out of it”
Matt blinks once, then smirks, head cocking slightly to the side. “Mm? Bet you did”
He’s looking you up and down now, slow and obvious. The way you like to be looked at. His tongue drags across his bottom lip before he takes a sip of his drink.
“You here with someone?”
“I am now”
𐙚⋆.˚
The second bathroom door locks, Matts on you. Hands on your waist, pushing you back until your back meets the counter, smirk already forming on his lips.
“You came here lookin’ so pretty” he murmurs tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Thought I wasn’t going to something about it?”
You open your mouth to say something, something cocky maybe, but he’s already dropping his voice, fingers gripping your chin.
“Kneel”
You blink, but your body listens faster than your mind. Your knees collide with the floor with a soft thud, whilst you’re still looking up at Matt. Matt’s already undoing his jeans, just enough for his dick to spring free, thick, flushed, leaking precum at the tip. He stroked it lazily, eyes fixated on you. He could’ve came from just that. He presses his tip to your bottom lip, silently asking you to open your mouth. And you do, slow and obedient, tongue flat, eyes never leaving his.
Matt groans under his breath, the sound low and wrecked as he slides into your mouth. “Fuck-”
He grabs a fistful of your hair. He doesn’t move right away, just lets the weight of him sit heavy on your tongue, savouring the way your lips look around him, how your eyes look when he presses deeper.
He starts slow, controlled. Moving your head back and forth whilst gripping your hair. Inch by inch, his dick presses deeper, touching the back of your throat.
“Fuck- you take it so well” he moans, guiding you gently, letting your mouth do the work.
Drool begins to pool around the sides of your mouth and drip down your chin, eyes fluttering as he fucks your throat, slow, deliberate thrusts. He watches it all. The way you gag, the way your eyes well up with tears, how your lips wrap around him, he watches it all.
“Look at you” he whispers. “So pretty like this”
You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and his breathing getting heavier. He’s close.
The grip in your hair tightens slightly as he pulls your head back, his dick slipping from your mouth with a soft pop. A string of spit connects you, your chest heaving, lips swollen, chin slick.
“Get up” he pants. “C’mere- fuck- need to fuck you”
You’re on your feet before he can finish his sentence. He grabs your hips, spinning you around so your back faces him.
Your thong is pulled down with no remorse, and he lines himself up. Sliding the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds. He pushes in. Deep. Slow but steady, filling you inch by inch until he bottoms out. The stretch knocks the air from your lungs, eyes rolling back.
“That’s it” matt groans.
He starts to move, long, smooth strokes that build faster and rougher, until he’s driving into you, his hands grip your hips, steadying himself.
“You’re doing so good” he leans in, chest pressing against your back as he whispers. “Takin’ me so well”
Even whilst he’s fucking you senseless, he’s still so soft with his words. Praising you like you’re the best thing he’s ever touched.
You whimper, hand reaching up to cover your mouth, trying not to make a sound. And Matt? He sees it, feels it.
“S’okay” he whispers. “You can make a mess on my dick, let go”
And you do, when your body tenses and your moans fill the bathroom, Matt gasps, stutters, and follows right behind you.
Matt is still breathless, skin flushed, hands trembling slightly as he helps you pull your panties back up. You smooth your top down, cheeks warm, avoiding the mirror because you know you look freshly fucked.
He runs a hand through his curls, trying to tame them, then grabs the doorknob and glances back at you.
He unlocks the bathroom door and cracks it open, only to freeze instantly.
You blink. “What-”
Then you hear it. The voice.
“What the fuck.”
Chris.
with lube and a throat ache, blake x
for those who wanted to be tagged in pt.2:
@wesj11 @aaliyah-sturns 🩷
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris owen sturniolo#christopher owen sturniolo#matt bernard sturniolo#matthew bernard sturniolo#nick antonio sturniolo#nicolas antonio sturniolo#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fic#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo fic#matthew sturniolo#tumblr girls#writers on tumblr#smut#matt smut#matthew smut#tumblr family#18 + content#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
letters i didn't send to you.
pairing: ot8 x reader (ot8 in the sense that there's no name mentioned so you can imagine whoever you want. imagine the whole kpop industry if you want lol) genre/warnings: established relationship, long distance relationship au?, angst, fluff if you squint. unedited bc i am insane word count: 0.7k note: trying something new here! dunno how people are gonna like it but i don't feel terrible about it 🤷♀️ a product of my emo hours and i needed an outlet and i thought oh hey why not just project this into a fic lol
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
navigation / masterlist / ko-fi
3:29am, i've been dreaming about you for years. stars and moons and cotton candy clouds on fire at sundown. the whole universe resides in your eyes, it's almost unfair. sleepless nights because you're not here; restless days because i can't wait for you to be back. the clock stops ticking when you're not with me. the magnetic pull gets stronger during the witching hour somehow. i've always been drawn to you, even before i knew who you were. you're the only home i'd leave all my haunts for. it's summer solstice in most parts of the world but not in our bedroom, not when the only way i can have you is through a phone screen on your pillow. your voice is trying to lull me to sleep. it doesn't come close to replicating one tenth of your warmth. to love is to endure.
-
i'm halfway through the day, and you must be dreaming of where you belong, by my side on a bed that's far too big when i'm the only occupant. or at least, i hope you're dreaming of me too. 1:19pm, i'm six hours ahead but days and weeks and months and years behind, still stuck in that airport where you left me for the first time. some days, my eyes get misty at lunch when i think about your alarm going off and your irritated groan as you roll over to make your phone stop screaming. other days, i don't have an appetite at all, not with you on my mind and the reminder that there's still oceans between us. when are you coming home? i know when you're coming home, and yet i ask anyway, as if it'll shorten the distance and make the time pass more quickly. to love is to wait.
-
saturday morning, but i can't stay in bed past 7:12am. missing you a lot tonight, was what you had sent while i was asleep. that's a little cruel for a good morning text, don't you think? it's not your fault. i blame it on the oceans, on the time, on the distance. the coffee is still brewing, just enough for one steaming mug but it would've been nice if i got to make two. can we go back to new york? we always say we would, but can we do it now? i'll meet you halfway if you let me. there's nothing that ties me to this place. you're always on the move. my home is always on the move. we were happy on that trip, right? my fondest memories of you. skylines and the high line. to love is to risk it all, and i would risk it all for you. take me home, will you? let's go back to new york.
-
the clock reads 8:18am, but the date is all wrong. you should be landing any minute now, but not for another two days. two more days until you're home, ten days that i get to be in your arms. and yet, all i can think about is your departure, about coming back to an empty apartment after you're gone again. i think about you leaving before you even return. the drive back after i've sent you off, it never hurts less no matter how many times we go through it. i can already picture the scene, it's almost routine at this point. your sparkling eyes when they find me in the crowded airport, your relieved sigh when i run to you, your hands clutching me so tightly like you don't want to let go either. it's always this damn airport. we should stop meeting like this. when the buzzing of my phone snaps me out of it, i know who's on the other end of the notification. a photo of your new polaroid camera, then a promise to make more memories to keep with us when you come back to me.
to love is to willingly weather this with you a million times and more. even if it hurts. maybe especially if it hurts. you're the reason i keep going. you're the reason why the sun rises in the morning. let's talk about new york when you're here.
all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 02.07.2024]
#stray kids fic#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#stray kids angst#skz fic#skz imagines#skz x reader#skz x you#stray kids#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄.
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: it was just a silly , childhood game of truth or dare— until it wasn’t.
Getting high at 12am with JJ had become a normal occurrence now. Both of you had trouble sleeping most nights , and mindless conversation and joints were always the remedy.
The first night he had caught you outside , sitting on the back porch with your eyes lower than anything he’d ever seen before— just staring , he had burst out into laughter , demanding you scoot over and share so he could join you.
Ever since then , it had become habitual.
Tonight was no different. Though this time , the two of you were side by side on the hammock. It swung the both of you back and forth gently , smoke circling around you and keeping the mosquitoes at bay. Your head grazed his shoulder , leaning on it but not by much.
“I’m bored.” JJ sighed , breaking the comfortable silence. JJ was a chatterbox when he was high , but so were you so you didn’t mind too much.
“Well what do you want to do about it?” You challenged.
JJ hummed before scooting to sit up , forcing you to copy his actions so the both of you wouldn’t be folding over in the net. “Let’s play a game.”
You groaned.
“Hey! We never play games anymore.” JJ defended. He had a boyish grin on his face as he nudged you. “It’ll be fun. Like old times.”
Old times. Those times seemed for far away now. Everything had changed so fast and you grew up before you even realized that you were seventeen now with your last year of high school approaching.
The memory of playing little light hearted games with John B and JJ when the three of you were all so much smaller and naive crossed your mind for the first time in a long time , and you smiled back warmly. “Okay fine. What game?”
JJ tapped his cheek as he thought. His mind was still hazy , taking one last puff of the joint before passing it to you to finish it off. “Truth or dare.”
The thought of having to get up and complete some dare made you groan loudly and throw your head back. “Ugh , but that’s like so much work.”
“You’re so fucking lazy and annoying!” JJ shoved at you again making you giggle at his tone of voice.
You put your hands up in defense. “But! Okay.”
JJ flashed you his infamous smirk. The one you’d seen millions of times , in millions of situations. And yet , it still made your cheeks dust pink.
You were thankful it was night time and it couldn’t be picked up by the moonlight. “You first.” Clearing your throat to change the subject and distract yourself. Something you had become a pro at. “Truth or dare , JJ?”
Pretending to think , he looked over at you with wild eyes. “Dare.”
Inwardly groaning and complaining to yourself , you tried to think of what to get him to do. There wasn’t much you could think of with your mind in the clouds and your anxiety scratching the back of your neck with JJ’s eyes directly on you.
“Um— I dare you to take Pope’s textbook over there and hide it somewhere.” You motioned over the book Pope had forgotten about earlier.
JJ started giggling as he got up to do it. The image of Pope’s face and how worried he was going to be in the morning gave him that mischievous feeling he was itching for. You watched him in your own laughter as he grabbed it , pacing around back and forth for a solild two minutes before stashing it behind a random bush. “You better remember where you put that tomorrow morning.” You reminded him.
“Oh I know.” JJ cackled and returned back to his place at the hammock. “He’ll start crying if I don’t.”
“Hey now! Pope’s just a sensitive person.” You defended your friend with a pout.
“Yeah like you.”
“I’m not sensitive!” You gasped.
JJ scoffed. “Oh please! You cried yesterday because I stomped on a sand crab.”
Your eye’s turned into slits remembering it. Your heart had hurt so badly for the little crab and JJ and John B were laughing hysterically about it. Fortunately , JJ had done barely any damage and you could watch it scurry away and bury itself back into the sand. Now you were just irritated about it. “That was actually so evil of you.”
“It was fine!” JJ sighed heavily and dropped back onto the hammock beside you. Lazily dropping his head onto your shoulder , the high relaxing him. “Anyways , truth or dare?”
Trying to focus on the game and not your heart beating crazily out of your chest by JJ’s hair brushing against your cheeks , you cleared your throat. “Um— truth.”
“Why won’t you tell me you like me already?” JJ’s voice was just above a whisper. His own palms getting nervous. He could hear your heart beat whilst leaning on your shoulder , he could see the blush on your cheeks when he’d grab at your hair and tug it or when his fingers intertwined with yours. As much as Kiara tried telling him you had feelings for him , he could never be sure. But JJ loved being around you. He loved staying up all night , laughing and talking about absolutely nothing but everything at the same time. He adored you and tonight was just another night of him loving you. It was a mix of the weed’s ability to calm his nerves , and the burning in his chest that would make him errupt into flames if he didn’t say anything.
Your mouth became dry at his question. You blinked trying to sober up a complete thought , thrown off by the sudden change in the atmosphere. It was no longer light hearted , but dense. Nothing was said but there was still so much to say and talk about. JJ sat up straight to look at you. His eyes studied your face that was now burning pink , unable to look up and make eye contact.
“I— uh , I don’t know—” you nervously stumbled over your words. Swirls in your tummy as you picked at your fingernails.
“Do you?” JJ asked again. Daring his hand to lightly grab your shoulder , thumbs rubbing the blade comfortingly. “Because I like you , Y/N. I like you alot and I want to know if you feel the same way.”
You said nothing , trying to keep up with the hundreds of things running in your head. The feeling of JJ’s hands on you eased some of the nerves making you seem sick. Pursing your lips , you took a deep breath before looking at him , finally.
“Truth or dare.” You asked him lowly. You scooted closer to him , snaking an arm forward.
“Dare.”
“Kiss me.” You breathed , trying to shake off the nerves. You felt as though you were going to burst , suddenly feeling hot.
JJ grinned. “We are so going to be that cheesy , annoying couple everyone hates.” He told you giggling to himself before cupping your cheek and connecting his lips with yours. Eye’s fluttering closed as he melted into your kiss. A satisfied sigh leaving your mouth.
“Definitely will be.”
#jj maybank blurb#jj mayback imagine#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x you#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank#jj outer banks#jj obx#obx jj#jj headcanons#jj maybank headcanons#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank outer banks#rafe outer banks#outer banks imagines#outer banks requests#jj maybank obx#obx netflix#obx imagine
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
I've been thinking
did the Turks ever realize that cloud was actually cloud at first? like
they try to save his ass
then now try and kill his ass
12am thoughts
#ff7#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#ffvii#final fantasy 7 remake#michael yaps#final fantasy vii remake#final fantasy vii crisis core reuinion#final fantasy#cloud strife
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
Let me be everything you’ve wanted
tags: alhaitham x reader, intended to be fem reader but no pronouns used (girly perfume mentioned but thats it tbh), academic rivals to lovers, fluff, so much damn fluff, this is literally just comfort, lots of teasing, sharing a bed 😈, entirely sfw, probably cringe um
work count is like 3.6k BRO
Masterlist
notes: for those unaware with akademiya stuff: house of daena is the library, amurta is the study of flora and fauna (biology)
this is probably ooc but do i care? no.
12am. House of Daena.
Tucked away in your own little corner, your desk is sprawled with books, blueprints, singed scrolls—anything you could get your hands on.
Ironically, your palm is now the only support your head has now as you near closer and closer to the slumber your eyes long for. Exhaustion clouds all rational thoughts, and you find yourself longing for something you swear to hate the most.
Those familiar footsteps are like music to your ears, and you’re suddenly grateful for those shoes you’ve teased him about never changing.
He slides a chair out, stealing the very same seat as those many nights ago.
“What are you still doing up? It’s almost closing hours.” That cold expression never leaves his face, his piercing eyes narrowing at your state. It’s a trademark of a sort.
“I could ask you the same thing, Al-Haitham.” You retort with a little ‘hmph’. You’re already cramming for next week’s exams, and you do not want to deal with your rival too; he’s a handful as it is.
“I’m not the one who can’t even turn their head to face me because that’s too much of a strain on their tired brain.” His expression remains the same—cold and stern—and so does his attitude with the constant insults. Though this time they hold an undertone of concern and he looks a little… weary.
It confuses you so much. You always wear a smirk on your face around him, especially when you finally get under his skin. You take pride in your efforts, feeling successful that you managed to beat his cold exterior. He, however, remains the same, even when he one-ups you countless times. No happiness, no pride, not even a hint of amusement. Are you really just another annoying nuisance to him? You shake that thought away quickly; you’re sitting beside him, and you cannot let this opportunity pass to break that shell. After all, you’ve done it countless nights before; it won’t be hard to do it again.
“Really? Because you look as tired as I am.”
You speak firmly, ready for his inevitable rebuttal. The piles of work is the last thing on your mind now, mentally pushed to the side as soon as he had walked in.
“I’ve taken many breaks while studying, actually.” He scoffs, but you notice the way he suddenly seems interested in the scattered notes in your folder, turning his face as if to hide his fatigue.
You slam the notebook shut and smirk; this is your time to shine.
“Are those dark circles under your eyes from the smudge of ink then? Perhaps from the number of times you’ve rubbed your eyes to stay awake?” You shift in your chair to face him better, your gaze forcing him to meet your eyes now.
“Your hair has flattened from the number of times your hands have run through it, and you can’t even keep up your glare longer than usual.”
The cross of your arms indicates the end of your mini-counterargument, and you look at him proudly, waiting for how he’ll try to get out of this.
You think you catch a hint of surprise flickering across his features, but he’s already shadowed it with a roll of his eyes.
“You’re oddly perceptive today; perhaps you’ve taken a liking to admiring my face.”
His lips curve slightly for a mere second; your stern, cold, ass of a rival is teasing you. “What’s wrong? Did I catch the mouse?” His tone is still harsh and blunt, but he lacks the bite he always has when conversing with his rival.
“I only admire you when you’re asleep in my bed.” Your voice is smug, and you’re leaning in, closer and closer, breaths away now. “Come on, we’re both tired.”
You plead in your most convincing tone. He cant deny it; it has been a long time.
He freezes as you gently take his hands, his pride shattering with remembrance of two weeks prior. Al-Haitham narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want to deal with his rival more than he needed to. But… the library is vacant right now. It’d be so easy to slip off. No prying eyes and a chance of rumours. Just two sworn rivals, tired and sleepy, desperate for a long rest before they have to remember all their duties for tomorrow.
He scoffs, “I’d rather not. You know exactly what happens each time, and I’m not spending 8 hours in bed with you again.”
He could see the pleading in your eyes, and if he were being honest, he wished he could’ve stayed longer last time.
“You make it seem like it’s a crime.” A grumble and then a small huff— you’re clearly adamant about this. His eyes lock onto your enticing ones, but he knows your tricks all too well.
“You’ve got some nerve asking me again after last time.” He scoffs again (you wonder if he can go a day without doing that), pulls his hands from your grasp, and gets up from his seat.
“Oh, come on, last time wasn’t that bad. You’re exaggerating.” A roll of your eyes, and you’re already starting to pack up your papers. Even if he doesn’t allow that, he will drag you out if you decide to keep studying instead of sleeping.
“I had a lecture at 8:30am, and your body clung to me until 8am. Your room is 20 minutes from the campus, and I hadn’t even a chance to eat breakfast because of you weighing me down.” A heavy sigh escapes his mouth as he remembers the glances he got from the presenter and the other students. Being late was a rare thing for Al-Haitham, but being late, dishevelled, and having to ask for paper and a pen from other students? They thought he must’ve gone insane.
On the other hand, your jaw has found a home on the floor. Yes, you vaguely remember him shoving you off and muttering a string of not-so-nice words, but you swear it wasn’t as bad as he described! Clinging to him—you? never.
“Ha, as if I’d ever-“
“Cling to me? I had a feeling you’d say that.”
Your pride is shattered in a matter of seconds, never to be rebuilt again, you would say. The evidence is shown before you, and even worse, it’s in photo form. Your arms are slung tightly around his shoulders, your legs are intertwined with his, and worst of all, your cheeks are smushed against his neck.
“I..” Nothing can save you now; there’s no coming back from this one.
“Exactly.” He’s got a smug look in his eyes now as he glares at you, knowing you’re very much stuck.
Well, when you can’t agree or deny it, just change the entire subject. At least that’s your newfound motto.
“The point is, you don’t have classes until 1p.m. tomorrow, and you know I never wake up that late-“
“How do you know my schedule?”
“…”
The silence is deafening. Well, congratulations on changing the subject. How do you even know his schedule? You don’t remember specifically trying to find it.
“Did you seriously remember the days when I left the room without a fuss and worked out my schedule according to that?”
That’s exactly what you did. Of course, you’d never outright look at his schedule or snoop at his things (he’s crazy observant, he would know). But you find yourself figuring him out more and more each time. On Thursdays and Tuesdays, he’d leave with no fuss, even giving you a small ruffle of your hair (which you never admitted to being awake for). Naturally, as his rival and for only that purpose (obviously), you decided to look up each and every class for that day and slowly work out his timetable based on the subjects you had seen him study for.
Stalking? No. One step ahead of your rival? Yes.
You sigh and place the pile of books you had borrowed earlier back in their rightful places. You’d be going home regardless. ‘I don’t need him. He’s useless, and i can sleep perfectly fine on my own. I’m going to go home and get all cosy and have a long, peaceful sleep.’ Convincing yourself isn’t as hard as you thought, unlike trying to keep a neutral look on your face.
“I can see you sulking.” Al-Haitham remarks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Will you shut up? Ahem, if you have nothing useful to do here, I suggest you leave too.” The monotone sound surprises him, one brow raising at you. He puts a hand down on the table in front of you, stopping you from moving any further. His eyes narrow, scanning your features.
“Stop using your student council voice with me; I’m not some troubled first year.”
“For further support, you may talk to-“
He lets out a reluctant groan and picks up your tote bag, slinging it over his broad shoulder. It sits perfectly, just like every other time. Calloused skin connects with your soft palm as he interlocks his freehand with yours.
“Fine. We’ll have a sleepover. Happy?” He finally gives in, though not without an exasperated sigh. You both know it’ll end this way, and you also both love the little game you play.
“Very.”
He lets you pull him towards your dorm room. A smug smile is permanent on your face, free to roam in the silent corridors as if it existed just for your leisure. You fiddle with your pockets, eventually pulling the keys out. The door swings open after a bit of lazy fumbling, and he follows in beside you. One hand rests on the small of your back after noticing your sudden sleepier state.
“Are you hungry? I have bagels.” You glance back at him, already zooming into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He sets your tote bag carefully on the floor, careful not to crush the notes within.
“You’ll burn it again.”
“Hey, I adapt and move forward, you know!”
You prepare him a bagel as he takes a seat on your plush couch. His eyes scan over the shelves, which are filled with all sorts of trinkets and mementos he’s almost begun to miss. On the other hand, his dorm is plain, with nothing more than the essentials. Is that the reason he always ends up sleeping over at your place? As if the answer wasn’t obvious from the countless times he’s laid awake in an empty bed, he finds himself questioning his emotions once more.
A ceramic plate is swiftly placed in front of his face, interrupting his thoughts. A toasted bagel is placed at a certain angle with extra sesame seeds scattered on the plate and butter spread fancifully on the side. Azure eyes meet your wide ones as you smile cheekily down at him.
“Who are you trying to impress? Gordon Ramsay?” He couldn’t help but let it slip out of his mouth. They were sworn rivals after all, and they’d have to be imposters if they went a day without getting a quip at one another.
“I could make Gordon Ramsay beg for my food.”
You watch eagerly for his reaction as his teeth bite into the soft, warm bread of the bagel and into the filling.
“Fine, I suppose it’s decent. Still overdone by about 20 seconds.”
“Oh, shut up!”
He cant help but let a smirk rise on his face as you storm into your bedroom, leaving him to eat the bagel in the quietness of your living room. He won’t admit it, but there was something about tasting something you made that satisfied him more than his favourite food usually did. Perhaps it was your focused look as you layered the fillings, or maybe it’s the way you proudly presented it before him. Regardless, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’re dressed in a plain t-shirt and plaid pyjama trousers when you return, a pile of clothes in your hands. “You left these at my place last time.”
“You didn’t wear them, did you?” His eyebrows raise as he looks at you suspiciously.
“Ew.” Disgust forms in your expression, and you roll your eyes at his accusation.“I washed it for you; be grateful.”
The neatly folded pile of clothes is taken in his hands, and he is surprised by the kind gesture. Or maybe you’re just a germaphobe, which seems slightly more likely. He slips on the freshly washed garments, closing his eyes as he inhales the sweet scent. It’s wonderful; like he’s sitting in a field of flowers at this very moment. It overcomes all his senses, being subdued by the comfort of your perfume—Wait. His eyes widen at the sudden realisation, and he lifts the thin fabric to his nose.
He was right; it is your perfume.
Of course, only you would practically drown his abandoned clothes in your most girliest perfume just to piss him off. Well, his cheeks are rather pink now after it had the complete opposite effect than intended. He supposes he should consider this a warning to ensure he takes his clothing with him next time.
The vanity light illuminates your soft skin in the dim bedroom. In front of you, bottles, tall and small, are laid out. Each cream,serum, and cleanser is chosen specifically for each of the steps of the routine. His crossed arms prop him up as he leans against the doorframe, trying to avoid disturbing you with your rather cute ministrations. You’ve changed a few of your products, even going so far as to change some of them to his that you had tested at his dorm. He mentally notes the new additions, already planning for when you next stay over.
If he were being logical like always, he could’ve kept it all in a drawer or a bag in his closet, but your little corner of things in his dorm brings colour and life to the dull room he’s never once considered his home. Something stirs within him—the reflection of his ‘spare’ bathrobe on the back of the bathroom door, a smudge of lipstick on the hand towel, an empty coffee mug that is waiting in the cupboard. He can’t forget the box of vitamins on the dining table as he eats his breakfast. You insist they will keep him healthy (they’re kiddie gummies).
He blinks, returning to the moment. A content sigh rumbles through his chest as he watches you in awe for a moment longer before finally taking a seat on his side of the bed—something he had unintentionally claimed not too long ago. His hands settle on the soft linen of your floral bedsheets,which only ever seem to change colours and never lose the embroidery of your beloved plants. Despite your incessant complaining, the Amurta major in you always seems to shine through in the smallest things, or perhaps he’s the one constantly looking for it. Just now, he had seen the water droplets on your pyjama shirt, signalling that you had just watered all the plants that hang across the walls of your bedroom. He wonders which sage you coerced into allowing you to have this.
He watches you from behind—the way your soft fingertips rub the serums into your skin and the focused look on your face as you look into yourself in the mirror. It makes him feel warm as you admire your face in the reflection. He thinks you’re perfect, and he wants you to think it too. But he’s also getting a little impatient.
“Begged me for a sleepover but won’t even join me?”
Despite the annoyance held in his words , his tone is calm and soft; he’s never been the same Al-Haitham when in your room. The soft fairy lights illuminating the adorable polaroids littering the walls soothe his mind; it makes him think of you in a different light. He could never be so cold towards you now that he’s seen so much of you, and now he intends to lay himself bare, without his armour.
“Just a moment..”
You give up on your witty comebacks as you succumb to what you’ve craved for far too long now. Your warmth encases him as the bed sheets rustle once again in your presence this time. He brings his face closer, not wasting a moment until he coaxes you closer, an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into his side.
“You need to rest.”
He states, but its more of a question of whether you’ll listen and sleep or defy your needs to tease him a little longer.
“Oh, I’m the one who needs to rest, do I?”
You say it slyly, giving him a playful grin as you enjoy how his arms feel around your torso. Your hands sneak up to his hair, ruffling it out of its flatness.
“Yes, you. Who else?”
He rolls his eyes at you, and pushes your hand away from his messy locks. One hand reaches up to gently thumb the dark circles under your eyes. “No skin care routine is going to fix this, so you better sleep on time for whoever you’re always trying to impress.”
You hold your mouth shut. Think about it.
Sure, you can argue that you do all of it for yourself. But it’s a complete lie. All of this, this rivalry, this overworking yourself, these antics. They’re all to one up him, all to be smarter than him, in hopes that one day you will beat him. Or maybe something else. Maybe you want him to acknowledge that you beat him. Maybe you want him to acknowledge you.
A small scoff is heard as you rest your head near the crook of his neck, one arm over his chest as you tuck yourself into his side.
“ ‘m not tryna impress anyone.”
The words are mumbled as the dim room gets to you, coaxing the tiredness out of you. His hand moves to your head, running his fingers through the strands of soft hair.
“Did you know if you sleep earlier, then you’ll actually retain more information? If you did that, maybe you’d beat me.”
His voice is low, lulling you to rest as you begin to doze off. He can feel your head growing heavier and his gentle strokes growing slower as he watches you drift off. Your responses turn into inaudible mumbles, which he lets out a small chuckle to.
Maybe, deep down, you do yearn for his attention. Perhaps you do yearn to be better, wish that one day this pretense will be broken and you can love him without holding back.
His gaze is fixed on the way your hair falls around your face, stray strands on your cheeks. He can’t understand why you push yourself so hard. He’s seen your efforts, everyone has, its clear as day. But its rather amusing to see you try so hard to prove yourself to him. You just need to step back and look at your achievements and you’ll realise it all.
“Maybe you’ll see that you already have everything you’ve wanted here already.”
He whispers the words softly. And who knows, maybe one day he’ll say it when you’re wide awake.
#alhaitham#genshinfandom#alhaitham x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact al haitham#genshin impact x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin fandom#genshin impact fandom#haitham fanfic#i was obsessed with bagels when i wrote the bagel part#i really want a bagel now but i cba to go buy smoked salmon#pls like#!pinksheepdrabbles
215 notes
·
View notes
Text
1/1/25
in the new year, i find myself written under new clouds and souls. i want to escape the negativity of my own mind. it’s hard when you’re surrounded by people who enhance it. even then, that’s an excuse. i want, i distract, i hold memories, i flip one hundred pages forward, and one hundred pages backward. is there any joy in this? am i living fully? am i wasting time under the guise of healing? my engines are running again. slow and revving like a sexy ankle sliding up a leg. i want out of myself. i want back to excitement, or whatever that is. i’m trying to remember whatever that is. it’s hard for me to distinguish the difference between excitement and fear. it’s only 6pm but the windows are reading 12am. i gained so much of myself but i don’t have anyone to show it to. i don’t know how, except the music. i am not who i appear to be, but i am. i am depressed. i know that for sure now. i am surrounded by other people that are depressed. i know that too. though, i am not a minority. it’s almost a miracle to not be depressed in america. i am not who i appear to be. i was given this physical form as a distraction. a distraction to me, to everyone, and to everything that i am. everything i think about is too much for the people i attract. i want to be with someone that thinks. someone that thinks so much and so hard that they say something i’ve never thought of before. i want someone to say something new across the room under their breath. i want to think i’ve heard something new from across the room, but have to ask them to say it again so i can be sure. i’ve only met one mind. i don’t want to be sad again. but i’ve only met one mind that i would like to hear say something from across the room. tears walking down staircases over my trachea. they’re traveling down to my heart. like a stethoscope, plugged into each of my eyes, and the magnifier of sound hovering my chest. that’s how you listen to depression. i don’t know if i’ll ever make sense. i want good things.
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Loop but they actually have a secret mouth (they don't know that though) and just don't need to eat anymore.
Loop figuring out how to use their star head to blind people on purpose (they only used to do it on accident) and immediately use it to blind someone when that person says/does something they don't like.
Loop finally figuring out they have a mouth when Bonnie tries to feed them food and Loop goes "well it wouldn't hurt to try" (they miss Bonnie's cooking *cough*) and actually takes a bite out of it.
The first thing Loop does after discovering they have a mouth is turn around and bite Siffrin. And then bite him again. This becomes a biting war. Nobody knows if it's serious or playful.
Loop becoming the best way to ambush a sadness by blinding it and then immediately biting it (possibly to death). The rest of the group (Isabeau, Mirabelle, Bonnie, and Odile) stares at Loop, then at Siffrin, and go 'Yeah, we're gonna need more stuff for these two to chew on.' 'You guys really shouldn't be biting Sadnesses?? We don't know what they've touched???' 'Wow that seems like something Frin would do' '... Huh.'
Cue both Siffrin and Loop sweating nervously.
#loop should get to bite things!! as a t(h)reat!!!!#this one is just a tired and headache post but I might leave this in my au notes (I'm planning on maybe making a fic or comic for this)#not intended to be sifloop but if this gives sifloop vibes you can tag it as such I don't mind :3#cloud does a ramble :3#cloud's 12am thoughts#bitey siffrin au#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#twohats spoilers#two hats spoilers#two hats ending#isat loop#loop isat#siffrin#isat siffrin#siffrin isat
123 notes
·
View notes
Text
My queue for Summer's gameplay is running out today. I ran into problems with my game 😭
I have plenty of screenshots for my Sims 3 lepacy that I accumulated since september (when I started playing it again). So I want to post these for now.
Here are links to my Sims 3 Goth LePacy if you want to check it out Chrono / Latest
Also if you're not interested in Sims 3, you can block any tag I use for this gameplay and you won't see it. I don't mind, we all need to curate our dahses ☺️
I put a more detailed explanation of what is happening with my Sims 4 game under the cut, if anyone is interested or maybe even have some suggestions. But be aware it's a long rant.
My Summer save is glitched in a way when everything kinda freezes. Sims and animals are stuck in their idle animations, world is moving (clouds, vehicles, ect.), but UI is unresponsive. I can't click on anything, if I try to exit or save then I get a white screen. The only way to exit is through task manager.
I was getting the same glitch in my crystal creations save, but there I was also getting an LE that said something about jewelry, so I thought it was glitching because of the crafted jewelry. I removed all crafted jewelry from my sims and with time that glitch was gone.
Also it was happening at random times, while in Summer's save it freezes at the exact moment (something like 12am after Summer's birthday). I even tried loading into another household in the same save and my game went into that looping freeze again.
Every time I load a game I am getting a BE about a broken trait mod, but the list that better exceptions generates is empty. I assume that's because I don't have custom traits in my game.
So the problem lies somewhere with mods or cc. But I can't find it. Because even if I take everything out (only leaving in Better Exceptions) I am still getting a BE.
I have no idea how to fix this. And tbh this time it's so discouraging. I'm not even excited for the new pack 😭
The only thought I have on how to fix this is to use less mods and cc. I already deleted a lot, but it's hard to get rid of it. I think it will be easier to just start from scratch then trying to reduce the amount I have.
37 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi hi! Out of curiosity, do you have any headcanons for the Trix you’d like to share?
AHHHH thank you for the ask!
Firstly, I think the Trix all deal with stress in different ways!
For Icy, stress makes her want to lash out and she's very obviously more irritable than usual. Darcy and Stormy know to give her some space when this happens, which is their way of supporting her.
Stress affects Stormy in a way that makes it hard for her to think. If too many stressful things are happening at once (ie, she's already stressed, and two people are asking her questions at once/she has to make a decision between two options) then literally she cannot make a decision, and she's just like, "ffs can everyone stfu for once second?!"
That's why a lot of students in Cloud Tower view her as the most temperamental one, when in reality she's decently levelheaded except when she's stressed out. This is also why Stormy kind of mediates any arguments between Icy and Darcy, like, "Can you two calm tf down?"
Darcy gets closed off when she's stressed out. She prefers not to talk to anybody. She'd be reading trying to calm herself down, and when someone talked to her she just glared at them until they got the hint. Her thoughts also tend to annoy her a lot when she's stressed, and she's more likely to doubt herself and others' intentions when she doesn't feel completely free from stress.
Outside of dealing with stress:
Darcy loves bugs/insects/arachnids/etc. Stormy despises them with every bit of anger she can muster. Icy truly doesn't care. Darcy also (shoved into the dark corner of her bookshelf) has some of those pop-up bug books because she had them as a child back when she was on Zenothe, before she accidentally cursed the planet because of Liliss. Those books are very special to her.
For some reason, I can see Stormy having the healthiest sleep schedule. She goes to sleep at 10 or 9 pm, and wakes up at 8am. She tends to stick to this schedule. I also see her as the best at looking after herself mentally and with self-care and all that, because truthfully she doesn't have as much backstory trauma as Darcy and Icy.
MORE ON STORMY. When she lived in Linfea as a child, she didn't have the best relationship with her parents. They very much openly disliked how she had storm/lightning magic (ie, Linfea only has more gentle nature magic, ie, plants or wind), and on top of that, Stormy didn't do well in school because of her magic.
Her parents also bickered a lot of the time. Not serious fights, but enough for Stormy to feel pressured to lighten the mood/mediate arguments, and feel uncomfortable in family conflict.
Icy gets to bed at 2am and wakes up at 5am. She's someone still functioning despite that. She runs on spite.
Darcy just doesn't sleep. She suffers from nightmares/night terrors from Liliss (because Darcy doesn't fully bow down to the spirit as she should), and even on days when Darcy knows Liliss won't send nightmares she can't bring herself to sleep.
It borders on unhealthy because she WON'T sleep unless she collapses or the rare day she actually feels like sleeping. If it's late in the evening and she feels herself dozing off she tries to ignore the fear she feels because of it. She drinks caffeinated tea and tries to stay awake.
Half the days of the week she pulls all-nighters, and the other half of the time she collapses on her desk or her bed at 12am and ends up sleeping until 8am.
Darcy also knows that she does need sleep, and so days when she actually feels motivated to do something about it she'll take some herbal medicine to help her sleep.
Darcy also sleeps easier if she's not alone. For a long time it's with her sisters, and so some nights they're just collapsed over each other in the same bed. But later, Darcy manages to sleep sometimes when Riven is next to her.
Icy: Bisexual
Stormy: Pansexual/lesbian (we're still deciding, but leaning to the second one)
Darcy: Omnisexual with a preference for men
The plan was to have them have sexualities all under the bisexual umbrella (because their colors make the bisexual flag), but then lesbian Stormy happened to now that plan just dies ig.
Yeah, that's all I have for now! We have trauma, sisterly, fluff, and the gay shit.
The holy trinity.
Thanks so much again for the ask! <3
#winx club#trix winx#winx darcy#winx icy#winx stormy#winx club headcannons#trix headcannons#winx club trix headcannons
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
[ 12:17 am ] ━━ needing a vacation
。*゚+ hdc I finally posted HAHA pls ignore all those.. basic wordings, it's 12am give me a break 😞😞
it's late at night, the kids have gotten to bed and you two are finally getting some rest, you and könig are slouching with each other on the sofa. you're sitting on his lap with your arm intertwined around his neck while you rest your head on his shoulder.
the smell of bourbon and cigs surrounds the atmosphere. His lips drip with alcohol, you're drunk and a little lightheaded. “schatz.” könig mumbled under his lips. “Mhm?” you lifted your head, inches away from him.
“Let's go on a vacation” his eyes softened as he gazed at you, his breath smelled like alcohol with hints of cigarettes. you smiled smugly at him thinking if it was a joke, “a vacation really?” you chuckled.
“I'm serious, liebe” a cigarette snuggled perfectly between his pointer and middle finger, his fingers traced around your waist and down to your hips before softly grasping them.
you sat there for a moment thinking if he's actually serious, you adjusted your position on his lap rocking back and forth a little. könig moans slightly, “are you really? with the kids?” You frowned.
“no-..” his head tilted back as he took a puff of the cigarette. “only me and you” a cloud of smoke exits his lips. “könig, you can't possibly-” your sentences were cut short before he pulled you closer to him down to his lips as smoke released between the sides.
könig pulls away licking his teeth, “I know, but” biting the corner of his lips, “it's been so long since we went on a vacation together.. alone” his hips shifted adjusting himself.
“well..” you stuttered, you hated the fact that you had to leave your kids for a few nights but being alone with him, with könig sounded perfect. “please hase” he whines, he's practically begging at this point.
you groaned at the thought of it again, “with our friends? I would feel like a burden..” you pouted your lips at him. “I will get it all sorted out, maus. Don't worry, please?” his hand travelled down to your thighs caressing it tenderly.
you sighed, no matter how much you tried to negotiate. You knew how badly you wanted a vacation, “alright love” you laid on his chest as your head was on his shoulder slowly drifting away to sleep. “Ich liebe dich.”
xoxo, Mila<3
Hi babes
#milyz#cod#call of duty#milyzfluff#headcanon#call of duty: warzone#konig#könig x reader#colonel könig
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hullo, my fellow compadres, I have to urgently share with you this bit of life I just experienced:
December 2nd 2024, 12AM: A Night to Remember
I’m in my apartment, pacing around the halls with my hands blocking my ears as my sister plays a song I don’t like on our home device. So, I go outside on our balcony that faces the backyard.
The world, is silent. Barely a noise can be heard. The word peaceful is in fact, an understatement. The river that is yet-to-be ice flows gracefully over the rocks, the snow is falling silently onto the ground and the wind bristles what’s left of leaves on the tree branches. Of course, the sound of the occasional car can be heard from the bridges and boulevards downtown, but drastically not as much as what we usually hear during the day.
Stepping on that balcony might’ve been a mistake for my sleep schedule, but not for me: I was in total awe. Never have I ever felt so at ease and stress free in my life once I saw the scenery of what used to be an ordinary backyard to me.
As soon as I stepped back in, the noise of the spinning fan stroke my ears. I’ve gotten so used to hearing it that I’ve never thought of it as nuance. Of course, I don’t necessarily mind the noise once in a while, especially on hot days, but it has been constantly on for a few weeks now.
I talked about what I just experienced to my sister right away and decided to go back outside but with a blanket this time.
I settled down on a reclined chair, but it was not enough. I needed to be on the ground, in the snow.
And so, I went downstairs in the passageway and walked around. I went into a small cabin first, observing the lake until I decided to go directly at the metal fence, closer to the water.
Because of the darkness, it felt like staring at the void as it consumed you. But in a peaceful way. Maybe more as if it were hugging you for comfort.
I stared there for a couple of minutes, pretending that I was controlling the water like the inner child wanted me to do. A train was passing by so the silence was more or less disturbed. As more time passed, I decided to do the one thing I wanted to do in the first place: be in the snow.
Placing myself in the center of my area, I lie down. The train goes way. The phantom pressure disappears. The lake is barely audible. Everything just stopped, aside from the wind and the snow.
I stare wide eyed at the sky above me that has a thin layer of clouds that blocks the view of the few visible stars. I am so taken aback by what I’m seeing, even if it’s not much.
The wideness of the sky gave me vertigo but again, I felt at peace. The darkness mixed with my imagination made me see things very clearly with my mind. And as I continue thinking, I realize that I can’t feel my body. Oh boy, was I thrilled.
Once the moment was over, I realized that I never felt so alive and calm in my entire life. I always dreamed of big adventures and daring quests that I didn’t often get the chance to appreciate the smaller stuff.
Although tonight gave me a wonderful experience, I wouldn’t say that it is life changing. More of a new opening, if I say.
Is there a moral to this story? A point to this bit of life I had to so urgently share with you all? Maybe, maybe not. It’s silly, but sharing these emotions with someone else always brought me joy and if they can find happiness too, then telling this tale would be worth it.
#honestly idk who this will reach#but I hope some ppl will read it all#okay I need to sleep it’s 1:30AM#I felt like I was unreal as I wrote this#but it gave me good writing experience!!#I often write but I don’t share it tbh#ani writes#ani’s anecdotes#ani-is-my-username#my writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr
4 notes
·
View notes