#like shes bare and theres really only the things you have to do there and gamble

[spencerreidsprincess]

hi!!! i wanted to ask if you could write a fic where its right after spencer gets out of prison and him and reader reunite and theres so much comfort and fluff and just spend all day in bed plus smut🫦🫦🙏🏽🙏🏽

yessss ofc. This took me forever and I’m very sorry but I hope you like it!! have fun my little freaky angels!!!! 🤍

Back Home to you| postprison!spencerreid x reader

summary: 3 months in prison can really change a man, and your not arguing.

Warning: p in v, daddy kink, slight face slap, spitting in mouth, a little bit of oral. SPENCER IS A FREAK, breeding kink, cream pie, different Spencer

You had been waiting for this day to come. Spencer and you have been together for 3 years but you have known each other way longer than that. He was your everything, he didn’t make you feel stupid, he showed you what true love felt like and he never let you down.

When you found out he was going to prison it happened so fast. One minute you were on the phone with him, talking about how dinner was ready on the stove when he got back. Next thing you know, JJ called you to tell you the news. You broke down right then and there.

JJ had practically lived with you. Those long, painfully, and tortuous of three months she was there. You knew he was innocent. JJ had promised you she would do her best to get him out of there. And you believed her. And she did.

The morning of, JJ had stopped by to tell you the news. She said it would be better for you to stay at the house while she went and grabbed him. In her words, “He needs something to feel familiar when he gets back. Something stable”. And you trusted her.

You spent the whole day, cleaning up, making sure everything was the same as you both had left it. Lighted some candles, put clothes out for him to change into, and even backed some of his favorite cookies. You had nervously sat on the couch waiting.

You could barely contain your excitement. You wanted nothing more to jump into his arms and talk about how much you missed him. He was finally back home and you were not going to let him out of your sights for months.

When he walked through the door your heart shot up into your throat. You ran over to him and collapsed in his arms. You didn’t even know that tears were streaming down your face as you took all of him in. You let go and kissed him on the lips. JJ who was standing in the door smiled and wiped the tears that were following down her face and closed the door.

“I missed you so much” You practically sobbed as you held on to him even tighter. His hair had gotten longer, he had a stubble growing and not only that he looked handsome. He still looked like the same boy you fell in love with. But the best of all he still had that same look in his eyes. That you knew he hasn’t changed.

“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you. I’ve been waiting for the moment forever” Spencer said as he collapsed in your arms. You pulled away and cupped his face. You kissed him hard.

It wasn’t full of lust, it was love. Everything that you couldn’t give him in the last 3 months. You were giving it to him now and there was no way you were going to let him go. Every raw emotion you had you put yourself into that kiss and did not stop. Until you were both out of breath.

“I love you” you said with a smile as you looked into his eyes. You had so much love for him you couldn’t even put it in words. He was here with you right now and that’s all that mattered to you.

“I love you too, sweetheart” Spencer said again as he kissed your lips one more time. You smiled as you pulled away and pulled him into the bedroom.

“I made sure to keep everything the same. Take a shower, I’ll be out here. I can make dinner. Is shrimp pasta still your favorite?” You rambled on as you looked at him. You looked down at you and smiled.

“It’s better than bread and rice” Spencer said as he let out a small laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh even though it wasn’t something to laugh about. You were glad he was home. You left the room while he showered and you focused on making dinner.

You put on some soft music and focused on making dinner. You had made this meal numerous of times you had memorized. You couldn’t help but smile when you thought you finally had your man back and that was all you needed.

You were finishing up your pasta when Spencer walked out of your shred room, grey sweats on, white shirt and his hair all wet. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you while you both slowly swayed to the music that was playing.

“You smell good” You said with a smile as you felt yourself melt into him. His strong arms, and his familiar presence. It almost felt like he had never left and you were happy with that. This is what you needed.

“Yeah? Better than just some generic bar of soap they give you. I feel clean” Spencer said as he gave you a kiss on the neck. You never felt better. It was just like he was coming home from work.

After dinner you two have managed to end up in bed together. Your legs were tangled up into each other, your head was laying on his chest, his arms lightly scratching your arm. The Tv was playing some movie you had both seen hundreds of times but laying in bed was what you needed.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked as you tried to get up. He had grabbed your wrist and sat up with you. You looked at him and smiled.

“I have to pee” you said with a little giggle. You would understand why he was being clingy, but not letting you pee?

“I’ll come with you” Spencer said as he got up and followed you. You couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t weird you both have peed in front of eachother multiple times. But Spencer never chose to go with you.

“Are you gonna protect me from the pee monster?” You asked him as you sat down on the toilet and did your business. He looked down at you with a serious look.

“Just don’t want you far” Spencer said as he looked at you. Your heart melted. You knew this was probably going to happen and you didn’t mind it. He needed to heal in his own way and JJ had talked to you about it.

She said he would probably get more protective or possessive. She said it was nothing to be concerned about and it will lay down in a couple of months. It intrigued you in a way. Spencer wasn’t the clingy or possessive guy. He let you go out with friends and he would occasionally get jealous when a guy stared too hard but most of the time he had trusted you.

When you finished and washed your hands you both went back to the bed and in the same spot. It had been a couple of hours. You didn’t ask him about prison because you knew it was a topic that wasn’t supposed to be brought up yet. You knew he would tell you when you’re ready. But he wanted to ask about you.

“How much did you use your vibrator while I was gone?” Spencer asked as he looked at you. You gagged, you weren’t ready for that type of question not yet.

“Spencer!” You said as you lightly pushed him. “I don’t know, maybe like 2 times a week” You said as you shrugged your shoulders. You and Spencer were never shy with sex toys and even used them.

Spencer would go on work cases and you both established it was okay to use sex toys while the other was gone. But you guys agreed if one another was there that there was no need for sex toys. Which you were perfectly fine with that.

“You think of me?” Spencer asked as he climbed on top of you and started to kiss and suck on your neck. You let out a small moan as he sucked on your sweet spot right below your ear. You put your hands in his hair pulling and tugging.

“Of course I did. Who else?” You asked with a small laugh. Spencer didn’t like that response and bite your neck gently. Spencer wasn’t the one to bite and suck. It was a type of vanilla sex. This was different.

“You’re mine” Spencer said as he wrapped his hand around your throat to push up your neck so he could have more room to abuse and bruise it. “I’ve been waiting for this. 3 months can really make you mind wonder” Spencer said inbetween kisses. You couldn’t help but feel your panties get wetter.

“Spence…feels good” you moaned as you spread your legs apart. He moved between your legs and set his knee right on your clit. You shuddered as you felt your hips move on their own.

“Yeah? I’ve missed those sounds. Your sweet whines and whimpers. I’m gonna make you sound like that all night long” Spencer said as he grabbed on your body. Gripping your tits and squeezing. He looked up at you and smiled. That smile that made you want to come undone right there.

“Please” you begged, you didn’t even know what you were begging for you just wanted it. You wanted to feel him inside of you, making you feel good, cumming around him like he never left.

“Please what baby?” He asked you, as he listed up your shirt and kissed your stomach. He tugged on your shorts to pull them off. You lifted your hips up and let Spencer take your shorts off, he threw them somewhere in your dimly lit room.

“Please fuck me” you said, those words you had been waiting to say for months and now Spencer didn’t have to hold back anymore. You sat up and took your shirt off. You were left in your bra and panties and Spencer didn’t take his time.

“Normally, I’d take my time with you…but I can’t. I need you know” Spencer said as he helped you unclip your bra and his hands groped your bare tits. You whined as you brought your hands up to his hair.

“ Spence please” you whined, you needed him and you didn’t want to be teased anymore. You guys had the rest of your life to tease and take your time with eachother.

“I love hearing you beg. Lift your hips” Spencer said as he hooked his finger under your panties and pulled them off. You were left with nothing else on. You were completely bare and open. Waiting for him. “Fuck your so wet for me” he said as he spread your legs open.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your clit. You moaned as your hands reached down to his hair and pulled ever so slightly. You could feel him smile against your wet cunt as he contuined to kiss down your cunt with ease.

“Spence please fuck me” you whined, you loved his tongue but you needed more. You needed your tiny hole stuffed with his cock. You missed his cock. His big fat cock that hit you g spot right away. If he laid you on your stomach and put a pillow under it you could feel him entering your guts.

“Only cause you asked so nicely” he said as he sat up infront of you and took his shirt off. He pulled down his past and you could see how hard he was through his boxers. You whined at the thought. You could feel your cunt hey even more wet at the thought of him entering you.

He pulled his cock out of his boxers already dripping with pre cum, he spit on his hand and started to stroke his cock. He wasn’t just big, he was long. You would think boys like him, tall lengthy and nerdy didn’t carry around a big cock like that. Before him you weren’t used to guys with big cocks.

It was usually you needed to go to the bathroom after hook ups to make yourself cum. That was your life. You never had a guy go down on you for hours because he wanted too. But that was Spencer. Spencer made sure you cummed right before he did.

Spencer wanted no time sticking the tip of his cock in you. You whined at the sudden stretch. You didn’t even bother to finger yourself. You wanted to be tight and un used so when Spencer got back he could ruin you like he did for the very first time. He slowly fucked his cock in you inch by inch until you were completely full.

“You’re so fucking right baby, I’m gonna ruin this cunt” Spencer said as he put his head into your neck as he started to slowly thrust himself into you. You whined as you felt him all the way in your tummy.

“Feel so good!” You moaned as you dug your nails into his back. He picked up his pace contuing to damage your cunt with his cock. He lifted your ankles on top of his shoulders to get deeper into you.

“Yeah baby? You like when daddy comes home and fucks your pussy like he hasn’t in years” he asked you as he got close to your face. You looked up at him and nodded. You were so dumb and turned on you were turned into mush. He slapped you across your face, not to hard but not to light either. Enough to make you moan and suck on the stinging pain. “You use your words when daddy talks to you” he said as he pounded into your gummy walls.

“Yes daddy, feels so good” you whined as you racked your nails down his back. You were in complete bliss. Spencer was shy in bed, asked for permission first and the most he would do is slightly choke you from time to time but this was different. He had never referred to himself as daddy and you loved it.

“Yeah baby? Open your mouth” Spencer commanded you. He didn’t have to tell you twice before you opened you mouth and watched him spit in it. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed his spit and stuck your tongue out for him. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl baby” Spencer said as he assaulted your neck once again.

It didn’t take you longer to reach your orgasm. The way he was talking to you, not having sex inforever and the way he was pounding into you was all too much. And it didn’t help when he started to rub figure 8s with his thumb on your clit. He went faster when he felt you clench around his cock.

“Gonna cum daddy!” You whimpered out as you felt your climax come faster and faster. You were in complete ecstasy and you had never felt better.

“Yeah? Cum around daddy’s cock baby” he said as he kissed the side of your jaw. That didn’t stop you once before you felt the knot in your haunch explode as you painted his cock with your cum. “Daddy’s gonna breed this pretty pussy” Spencer said a she quickened his pace and thrusted into you even harder.

“Daddy cum in me!” You whined as you ran your fingers through his hair. That’s all he needed. Your whines and your tight cunt to wrap around him and he was already close to cumming inside of your gummy walls.

“Fuck baby I’m cumming” Spencer said with a slight moan as he rode out his climax before he collapsed in your arms. You had both stayed there for a minute before letting go.

You hadn’t felt that good ever. Whatever the fuck Spencer went through in prison changed him. And you were slightly scared but you loved it even more.

“Was it to much?” Spencer asked as he looked up at you before slowly taking him out of you. You smiled as him as you put your hair behind your ear.

“No. It was amazing” you said as some crashes down beside you. You snuggled closer into him as you leaned your head on his chest. “What changed?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“Before I went to prison, I read one of your books you had. It was lying around the house and I wanted to know what you were reading. And turns out you read a lot…of interesting topics. And I wanted to try it with you” he said. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise as you covered your face.

“Your lucky I love you” you mumbled, you felt him kiss the top of your head and say the same words back to you.

[puhpandas]

thinking abt the ggy easter eggs rn

[dykedvonte]

Also, considering the art in All Roads, how big do you think the Strip actually is? Are there any other super successful casinos? Personally I like to imagine that the Three Families own a small spider-web network of casinos and funnel the caps from the smaller casinos back into their 'main' businesses (i.e. Gomorrah, The Tops, etc.) Like they keep those extra casinos they own small so they're the biggest and most attractive places for outsiders...

So like my honest thought before I played FNV was that the strip was like the Lucky 38 y'know. It was confusing as my only frame of reference for anything was Stupendium's fan song but I thought it was like this massive structure guarding the strip that had House's lair at the epicenter.

The strip to me is like massive and rather than just casinos there's like other big city Vegas-like attractions like whatever the apocalyptic version of a mega mall or fair would be. Like Coney Island if it wasn't near water. As for the families' casinos, I do imagine they are the only ones due to their theming and the novelty. If there's a dozen or even a handful of mini replicas then why bother with the big ones if you can just get the experience cheaper somewhere else? I think it would be like Freeside in that there's major shops like Mick and Ralph's or the Silver Rush and then things tied to the Vegas theming like Vault 21.

The Strip is honestly not super impressive to me other than the connotations it has in the canon of being a super-developed time capsule in the Mojave. It's like really empty and I know a big part of that fact is it had to be scaled down due to crunch time and console limitations. Its main point is to be shiny and alluring and it does that but it's rather mundane in terms of things there. It lacks the city part of Las Vegas like the part where I can see people living there that are disillusioned by it not because they lost their money but because the glitz and glamour mean nothing if it's your day-to-day life but different than the casino families.

To me it's massive and I like the comic's depiction better cause it makes it seem like a city rather than just a glorified street.

[likelysobbing]

relationship w juju hcs!! plss we’re in drought:(( specially reader doesn’t play any sports lmaoo we unathletic out here

𖥻 LOOK AT ME. juju watkins x unathletic!fan!reader

reblogs + comments appreciated more than likes.

synopsis: juju dating headcanons … but the twist is that you? play absolutely no sports. you’re clueless, even… until she comes to your rescue.

notes: IF ANYONE COMES AT ME FOR HOW THE READER HERE IS CLUELESS ABOUT SPORTS + UNATHLETIC… DON’T. I GENUINELY DID NOT KNOW HOW TO PUT THE REST OF MY THOUGHTS ON THE SCREEN UNTIL I MADE READER CLUELESS ABOUT SPORTS. i just be putting readers into situations fr… i hope you guys like this situation though!! also hi nonnieee, i feel like everyones saying theres a juju drought lately 😭 i hope this satiates your cravings! i’ve always adored juju’s eyes, so i hope y’all understand why i center the fact juju wants you to look at her so much lol i would kill to look into that womans eyes

cw: reader is clueless about sports and only meets juju out of luck, jealous!juju, this goes from first meeting -> how you guys got close -> when you realized you were inlove with eachother -> the confession and how it happened -> ACTUAL dating headcanons, and there’s a bunch of scenarios sprinkled inbetween these headcanons i would say so just a little treat for my juju girls, juju is lowkey possessive

you were never really into sports. like sure, there was MAJOR eye candy, but other than that you found no other reason to be interested in the art of athletics. you respected it enough to commend it, but not to attend it. atleast that’s what you initially thought.

then, your friend told you she had extra courtside tickets to a homegame, and you— already dreaming of seeing juju watkins up close—seized the opportunity immediately. truth be told you did not know shit about basketball, all you knew was that juju was good at it and also you’d be too scared to approach her in any other situation! so why not take this chance to admire her from afar, but even closer (and still without her knowing you exist!)?

when you arrived to the game, you sat courtside with your friend, she bullied you for only agreeing to come because juju was hot and you—emboldened by the fact that juju wasn’t near to hear you say it, outright said: “okay, so i’m only here for juju—whatever! i don’t need to know how the game works to know that she’s gonna look pretty doing… whatever she does.” you trail off.

and then you looked to your right, and saw juju looking straight at you, having heard all you fucking said while you sat there like an idiot who just said it. she raised an eyebrow teasingly, while your friend just looked at you in shock, because no way you just said that infront of juju watkins? juju, meanwhile, was just minding her business.

that entire game you were cheering for juju. like to the point it was embarrassing. especially because she knew you did not know what the fuck she was doing, only that she was winning. like, obviously she appreciated you cheering, but she didn’t appreciate you being clueless—so after the win, when you came up to her, peer pressured by your friend despite knowing you were going to be quietly publicly humiliated, she had things to say.

you come to her when the crowd quiets down, and there’s only a few notable faces left.

“hi,” you say, simple yet none the less absolutely humbling. you looked up at her as she looked down at you, face unreadable as you continued—or tried to—speak. “…may i please get a photo?”

realistically speaking, juju won’t say no to you— you’re a fan. you’re right about that hunch because she smiles and poses for a photo, her pretty smile on display. what you don’t predict?

“you real bold. talking all that. coming to a basketball game just cause you think i’m pretty… doin’ whatever i do? did you know i was there?” she asked, barely holding in a laugh (one you didn’t know was well-meaning, or mean spirited), uncapping her sharpie as she took your phonecase you shyly handed over to sign. you froze. you got put on the spot and you froze. judea skies watkins… put you on the spot… and you froze.

you needed to speak right now. she is staring at you like you are a freak (not in that way, which is even worse). you need to speak, like actually, right now.

“yes, maybe you would offer to teach me.” whattheFUCKwhathefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckNONONONONOwhattheFUCKwhatthefuck—juju’s eyes widen for a split second, before she laughs it off and bids you farewell with a ‘we’ll see!’ when you know for a fact that you will NOT see because you are NEVER going to put yourself into the same room as her ever again.

#1 loser award goes to…

JKJKJK ILY GUYS. but after that i don’t think you’d be keen on seeing juju again.

so you try to move on with your life! over these next few days, you try. you really do. you even contemplate unfollowing juju.

you open her profile on your phone, your eyes land on the following button and you’re about to click— until you get a notif.

@jujubballin has requested to follow you!

you nearly fell out of your chair i’m telling you girl but you ACCEPT ANYWAY, right? okay, so you’re mutuals with the judea skies watkins… and what do you do?

absolutely fucking nothing.

you don’t text her at all. you don’t try to ask why she followed you. you just sit with the fact that she did and that at most all it would be would be something to brag about. you did not want to take more than you could—didn’t want to expect something randomly blossoming, didn’t want to expect anything.

so you did nothing.

but she? she did something.

OH NAHH WHAT IS THATTTT

juju dmed you first, and outright flirted with you. that’s how you two began. like it was literally that simple. she genuinely offered to meet up with you and teach you about basketball, and you genuinely took that invitation. you hosted her back at your dorm, and while she explained basic basketball rules to you, you did your best to listen intently without freaking out over the fact there was a famous person in your bed teaching you about what they were fucking famous for.

the first few meetings were solely basketball, until...

“yeah, that would be a foul, but most refs miss it because it’s usually so subtle and if i’m being honest… no ref ever really cares that much about their job.” juju murmured, her legs dangling on the floor of your dorm as she pointed out little details in past games of hers— you were seated, criss-cross, right next to her. thigh-to-thigh. she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue as she scanned throughout the footage, scouring for more to point out.

you were just staring at her.

“your glasses are falling.” you pointed something out this time, a sly smile on your face as you successfully snapped her out of her trance.

“shit, they are? oh, yeah—”

“are they prescribed? or blue light?” you ask, tilting your head. juju answers, and then you bounce back and forth. continously. unintentionally.

and suddenly, juju’s laptop is closed, and you're face to face.

that’s when it fucking starts im telling you its always LIKE THAT CHAT you say something that steers the both of you away from what you said you’d both do and suddenly you find that you have more in common than you initially realized and outside of the bounds of fan and celebrity, you click. you click as friends.

she starts telling you about basketball instead of just teaching you, and you somehow learn easier that way—when she’s teaching you over brunch instead of over the bright screen of a laptop, and you both have the freedom to smile because it’s not really instructional anymore. it’s just… normal friend things.

normal friend things.

you’re learning.

you’re learning quicker than ever, over just her passionate little rambles rather than the professional type of curriculum she originally put you through trying to act like a professional coach knowing she didn’t have a future in coaching. you’re learning, and you’re using actual basketball words (as you said yourself), and you’re using them correctly. you’re aware. you can watch basketball games and know what’s going on. you cheer when she cheers without having to look at her face.

she wishes you’d look at her longer, though.

it’s a really odd feeling, whatever’s sprouting in her chest. she wants you to look at her, but she can’t look at you for long or she’ll get shy. like dead-ass, real shy.

she’s meant to be paying attention to the game you’re both watching right now, but she’s only really looking at you—“that’s a foul, isn’t it?”

her heart beats a bit faster. “what is?”

“this.” you murmur, leaning in to replay the footage. you point at two of the players, “that’s a moving screen right? you mentioned it back when we hung out that one time at... hold on, i forgot, wait–”

she looks at where you pointed, and lo-and-behold— you’re correct. that is a foul. you actually learned.

that was when she realized she liked you—when she realized you paid attention. to her, not to her accolades or her skill—just to her.

you realized you liked juju when you noticed how quiet you were about her. you didn’t gloat about how you randomly had juju follow you back, nor did you brag that you knew her at all. you admired juju quietly. you liked her so much you couldn’t speak without choking on your words.

and yet, for a good while, neither of you did anything. there were moments: brushes of your fingers against eachother, looks that lingered far too long, and hoodies she gave you because ‘you get cold too easily’. hoodies you never gave back.

you were both pining. severely. like so much that it hurt other people, RANDOM PEOPLE WHO JUST HAPPENED TO PAST BY YOU TWO ONCE, even seeing you two hovering over eachother.

yet you both didn’t do anything. you didn’t know how to bring it up without breaking what you had, and neither did juju, because you both knew the risks pursuing a relationship— juju had a fleshed out career, and you were an average college student who she, somehow, got entangled with.

so you both bottled it up— until that small little candle light turned into a raging fire. love.

until it was pure, unadulterated love.

and love? that’s not something you can bottle up for long.

she was just some girl, in like one of your classes, who just happened to be at the game. you swore. she saw you sitting alone and decided to take the spot to your left, before looking to her right—right at you. she said she knew you, struck up a conversation, and all that good stuff.

juju saw it. she even heard you guys, albeit a bit muffled—you were talking about homework—but what really bothered her was how close she was. thigh to thigh, like you two usually are. she pretends not to be alarmed.

and then you don’t even look at her before tip off, because apparently some girl is more important than her, which isn’t true, and she knows this, because she’s juju watkins. you should be looking at her, right? so why aren’t you looking at her?

you’re doing those sweet little gestures again. with her. using your hands to talk, laughing at something she said that probably wasn’t even that funny, and suddenly juju’s mind is foggy. that’s not good. especially not before a game. but it’s not foggy because of you and that stupid girl, right? obviously not. why would it be? you’re just friends. friends who look at eachother too long. friends who sit too close and don’t scooch away. just. friends.

friends.

juju looks to where you’re sat in the stands during halftime. you don’t look back. you’re too busy continuing whatever fuckass conversation you’re having with that girl.

juju should not fucking care right now.

she has so many eyes on her already, but they don’t see her like yours do.

you should be looking right at her.

but you don’t.

you come to her after the game— another win, as expected. you pat her shoulder and grin and she looks down at you. “who was she?” she asks, and you tilt your head. “that girl? oh, just some girl.”

“some girl?” she repeats. “she didn’t need your eyes all up on her then.”

she backs you up into a wall, and you blink. by now, juju’s sizzling—she’s tired, she’s mad, she’s frighteningly jealous—and you haven’t made any moves on eachother. so juju decides, fuck it, let this be the first one.

“i don’t like it,” she murmurs, “when you look at anyone else like that. like you look at me.”

and surprisingly, you laugh, less fearful than she anticipated, “juju.” you say her name so sweet, she can’t help but close her eyes and sigh in relief because that’s good— that’s great.

“juju,” you repeat, “i could look at you forever.”

the confession isn’t necessarily a confession. there is no official i love you. but there’s obviously a shift.

juju walks you to your now empty dorm (your roommate slept over at her boyfriend’s) that night. when you open the door, you turn to her. she’s staring straight at you. she doesn’t look away.

“you mine?” she asks, simple and sweet. and so, so soft.

“always been,” you respond, easily.

you don’t sleep alone that night.

OKAY THATS DONE LETS GET TO DATING HEADCANONS NOW

juju is like the cutest girlfriend ilovehersomuchshessocute

ok first things first thank the lord you bagged judea fucking watkins hello

at the start of the relationship, it’s the same old thing with just a touch more intimacy knowing that you guys are together—she touches you more, she’s more open, but she doesn’t outright go into spoiling you or treating you like a queen.

this sort of.. phase, lasts for a good few weeks as you accustom yourself to what you usually have to do when you date an renowned athlete with multiple NIL deals: which is, increase privacy.

juju would keep the relationship private out of respect for you and out of the need to preserve her career; she doesn’t want you to be upheld to the same standards she is, so she makes sure the public’s eyes don’t stray away from her.

once you get past that phase though? once you get used to that privacy?

lover girl. like im serious. this girl is DOWNNN and she does not want to get up. juju seems like the type of person to be shy but at the same time shameless in her love for you.

she’s more of an introvert, so most days are spent inside bonding over whatever and tangling your legs together. you don’t need any more entertainment other than her stories and both of yours’ laughter. half the time you lowkey die laughing, the other half you’re getting real with eachother with no judgement at all.

when i say she’s shy, she’s shy. you compliment her and suddenly she gets really soft, she gets really flustered and she even hides her face using her hoodie—burrows into the chair if your compliment gets her that much. she likes looking at you when you aren’t looking at her because the eye contact with you makes her nervous and she’s really not trying to be nervous. she wants to admire her lady in peace!

she’s not protective so to say, but she is cautious. she won’t put you on a leash but she’ll place a hand on your shoulder. she doesn’t restrict you but she does ensure that you know what you’re getting into ; she expects updates being sent to her whenever you’re gone. they don’t have to be that often, but if she texts you and you don’t respond within the day? she’s checking you.

she’s very physically affectionate. she likes having her hands on you—you’re just so, so soft! she loves laying on your stomach most of all. i feel that she’d also compare hand sizes with you. she eats the fact that you’re shorter than her UP.

“wait, wait—” juju grinned, raising her hand up. you blinked, before giving her a high five.

“no, genius! that’s not what i meant!” she laughed, taking your hand again and placing it flat against her own. by then, you realized what she was doing and you sighed.

“again, ju?”

“yes, again. look—look! i think you got smaller.”

“i did not.”

“you’ll always be shorter than me though.”

when it comes to who pays, juju doesn’t mind paying all the time but obviously you don’t let her do that. you treat her, especially when she has her off days, and she always feels a little lighter knowing you’re in her corner. juju doesn’t like saying it, but she likes to know that she has someone she can rely on.

she does spoil you though. like don’t get her wrong. it’s not designer shit, but what is designer worth if it’s not from the heart—juju’s gifts? thought over multiple times to make sure they’re perfect. she always gets you gifts she thinks hard about because she doesn’t want you just loving the gift because she gave it, she wants you loving the gift because you love it.

she’s also a complete baby—but she’s your baby so you can not be complaining. as i said, she’s very physically affectionate, and she’s a very cuddly person. whenever you have to get up she has such a visible frown on her face:( she’s like this ☹️

when it comes to endearments, juju definitely calls you “mama” or “ma” . like that is the most judea endearment i’ve ever heard. she also refers to you as ‘her woman’ to other people, but there’s also “baby,” and “babe”. when it comes to what she likes to be called, i feel like hearing her full name come from your lips always gets her— so you’d call her judea, or juju, but other than that she adores being called “love”. it makes her smile big!!

she doesn’t point at you when she scores but she does go to your side of the stands like “y’all see that? more importantly, did YOU see that?” because this girl does not want to deal with the embarrassment of pointing at you and MISSING

your relationship is private. it’s secret. literally only the fans who dig know about it—but to juju’s teammates? to anyone close to her? juju isn’t vocal about it, but they know how much you’ve softened her. juju doesn’t need to speak to show people she loves you, not when the fact she greets you with such a wild smile is already enough.

it’s you two. it’s always going to be you two, no matter what the world says. the fact that juju is confident in this, is confident in you— is already enough.

@likelysobbing.

[k-aemi]

hii! i luv ur writing, its so chefs kiss <3. could u write one wheres its like itoshi brothers and their little sister. wheres shes been manipulated and coerced into doing these things. ITS OKAY IF U DONT DO IT. ily -_-

itoshi sae & itoshi rin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ listen to nii chan sis.

smut, dub/non, double penetration, squirt, corruption, slapping, blood, step/incest, view it how you want.

part 2

growing up with the itoshi brothers was not what others expected it to be. you loved football like they did! you know how the younger ones always wanted to do what their older sibling does? yeah thats what happened. when sae took you to his football games, and seeing rin join in soon, it motivated you to be just like them! youll be the third best striker aside sae and rin!

having football as your hobby now, that was pretty much all you knew about growing up. you knew nothing else about how the world actually works plus the fact youre rarely on the internet since youre busy practicing to better your football skills! becoming very unaware of your surroundings or situations at times. which the brothers may or may not take advantage of. (which they do).

of course football is your hobby and you loved it, but you lacked the skill for it. rin and sae were naturals, but guess the talent didnt fall onto you. but its okay! sae says hell teach you some tricks if you just do little favors for him. rin tells you that hell help train your body. your nii chans are the best arent they?

the brothers just think its so cute to see such a meek and timid girl strive to be the best striker when you cant even do such simple tasks on your own. you cant even dribble or aim properly, how can you expect to be the best? but youre their sweet little imouto, of course theyll just play into your silly delusions<3

"if you wanna be the best, you gotta maintain focus okay 'mouto?" rin rubs your clit in a circular motion with his thumb as hes between your legs. youre bare and it gets hard to breathe. you didnt even know what you were feeling right now, what is this feeling? does it hurt? does it feel good? you cant tell.

saes behind you, marking you up on your neck. he press kisses and bites on it which makes you whimper. was this really the training of becoming the best..?

"c-cant too much rin-nii.." you moaned out and he can only coo you. "shh...you cant become the best like this y'know..? cmon...ill start easy yeah?" you nod as you squirm under his touch. you want him to stop because this feeling is weird, but youll be the best if you endure this!

"how many positions are there, and what are the positions called.." he let out a breath on your stimulated clit and your body twitches. Sae continued to kiss your neck to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body. "T-theres...eleven positions...goalkeeper, defenders, midfielders, and forwards-!" rin licks the sensitive bud.

"good good...now which player has scored the most goals during the World Cup." huh..? you dont know! the only football players you knew were your brothers...no one else. rin laps at your bud, sucking and licking at it. "a-ah! r-rin stop!" your hand fists his hair out of pure instinct while sae grips your chin to face your teary eyes.

"answer 'mouto." his gaze pierces at your eyes. "but rin-nii keeps making me f-feel weird sae..." you cried out, your tears threatening to spill and your drool drips from your lips. rin only continues to suck your overly stimulated bud and you feel something stir up in your stomach.

you yelp in pain as you feel your clit being slapped. not too harsh, but enough for you to feel something. "you losin' focus mouto." he clicks his tongue as he rubs your thigh, occasionally squishing the soft flesh.

"on to the next lesson." sae drowns you in kisses before leaning back. "on your stomach." he commands with his stern tone. you can only comply, this training sure is tough...the methods might be weird but, guess its what it takes to become the best.

turning onto your stomach, facing saes crotch now as you felt light slaps on your ass from rin, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress any noises from your mouth. sae caresses your cheeks, eyeing at your innocent looking eyes, oblivious to the situation youre in right now. anyone normal would see this as a wrongdoing, but not you. hes glad youre fuckin' stupid for your age.

saes hand trail to his crotch, unzipping the pants, exposing his hardened cock as it springs to life hitting your cheek. you can smell the stench coming from it the sight of it intimidated you. "next, you have to know how to handle when two defenders are on you if youre by yourself." he grabs your head and his free hand with his cock, slapping it repeatedly on your cheek.

he loved hearing the little grunts eliciting from your mouth and you maybe saw a little smirk to him or were you imagining it? "got it 'mouto?" hearing your lack of response he clarifies himself again. you nod, not knowing what youre getting yourself into. if this was the training to become the best, youre not sure if you wanna continue.

meanwhile rin took out his stiff cock, rubbing the shaft between your buttocks while he grips your hips. the way it rubbed on your ass had this...weird sensation...? it didnt feel...bad you suppose but it still felt weird.

"open." youre brought back to reality from saes stern voice. your mouth just lightly propped open but his pink tip is already intruding your mouth-! your eyes shut from how big he was, you can only grip onto his thighs as his cock entered your throat, causing you to gag and cough. "breathe through your nose 'mouto." he grips your hair, forcing you to take his size.

it hurts. it hurts so much. your throat is burning, it itches. drool drip to the sheets and tears streamed down your cheeks. you tried your best but it gets hard to breathe. all your saliva slobbering over his dick, your crying, your drool, your weak helpless self makes sae twist something inside of him, just wanting to corrupt you more and more. he wants to use you to your limit and the same applies to rin.

moans filled the room from you and both the brothers. yours were muffled of course, youre stuffed full with sae-niis cock. the smell fills your nostrils and your nose hits his pelvis. you choke, how sae-nii expect you to take it all? your desperate tries to push him off were worthless, your nails digging crescents onto his thick thighs.

"youre doing so well right now 'mouto. youll become the best in no time." he cooed while caressing your head. "take it all okay?" he lets out a content sigh as he force one more thrust into you, coming inside your warm mouth. you feel the bitter taste of something gooey enter your mouth and it feels so gross. you have no choice but to be forced swallowing it.

rin continues to rub himself and get himself off of your ass, fastening his pace as hes near his end, cumming on your back and ass, and god the sight was heaven. you look so pretty covered in his cum<3 he wonders what itd be like to see your dumb pretty face cover in his cum.

"good job mouto." rin flushed his chest onto your back, you can feel his sweaty toned abs on you and the sticky cum on your back, it feels gross. everything about this does.

"a-are we done..? im tired..." you breathe out. sae can only shake his head. "just one more lesson. needa control your stamina okay? its pretty weak." sae lifts your chin up only to see your cute litte frown. "you needa run for about quite a while, how will you win if you cant keep up with running...?" rin coos you. but he was right...maybe just this last one youll endure once more.

but next thing you know, youre on top of rin-nii, sae-nii is behind you, slapping your ass. your body twitched and sae can only get off from the redness emitting from your ass and the way your body jerked from contact. he spreads your ass, seeing the way your tight hole pulses and your juices dripping onto rin.

"t-this is the last one right..?" rin caress your cheeks. "last one 'mouto." he grabs hold of your hips, lifting you up to align your hole with his cock. "her hymens still intact." sae leaves sweet kisses on your neck. hes fighting the urge to fuck your tight ass right now, but he knows itll be too much for you, hell teach you another time.

your only leverage was rins chest, pushing you down on his cock sure was a bit of a struggle, your eyes shut, it hurts, its like forcing your way into a forbidden place, not until rin uses more force to prop you down fully taking his cock in you. sae was quick to cover your mouth as you let out a bloodcurling scream.

it burns, it hurts. anything that falls under that category. you cry, its too much for you to take even. "r-rin-nii it hurts! take it out!" you claw his chest. he only shushs you, as he bottoms out in your gummy walls, god you were so tight and warm, it felt amazing, how could he stop? "shh, itll be okay soon...fuck 'mouto..." he breathes out while he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you cry. sniffles filled the room and they only continued when he starts thrusting upwards.

rins grip on your hips was so firm it probably left marks by now, but your cries and the blood he sees on his cock only encourages him further. "shes bleedin'" sae states, pushing you down to his chest, aligning himself in your hole. "wait your fuckin turn." rin continued thrusting up and youre left whimpering.

sae, ignoring rin, pushed himself in. the stretch didnt help at all. it only worsened your condition. you cant help but just cry, clawing at rins chest. he hisses but he cant blame you. you wanted this, you want to become to best, you must do what you must.

"s-sae-nii...hurts.." "i know..i know...just endure it for a bit okay?" the brothers start their thrusts, and youre left whining. this...this was the training you so longed for? you hate it. wasnt there any other way other than this!? you just cant help but let them do as they pleased...besides they were the experts, not you...what say do you have in this..?

"feel so fuckin' good 'mouto." sae-niis chest flushed against your back, nibbling your earlobe. you huffed, as fat tears fall onto rin-nii. "s-sae nii...i feel weird...in my stomach." you gasp when sae grabs hold of your chin, kissing you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

rin, so close to coming grabs hold of your ass, fastening his pace. if he knew you felt this good from the beginning he wouldnt have wasted any second. "cmon, come." he slaps the flesh, and you yelp in pain. sae releases his grip before slapping rins hand away to get a firm grip of your fat ass. roughing his pace as he was near his end.

you become dumb on their cock, your brain felt mushy, and you cant even form one coherent sentence. drool falls onto rin-nii and you dont even realize it yourself. youre at your limit, you cant take it anymore, you let yourself go, and squirt your sweet juices on both of your nii-chans cock.

not long after where they pull out to cum on your body. smell of sweat and cum fill the room, both you and rin catching up with your breathing, while sae looks like he didnt even break a sweat. rin rubs you ass again. "we gotta be consistent with your training okay?" kissing your forehead. what did he say...? it all sounds so muffled...he looks blurry. youre a bit tired, maybe youll take a nap.

a bit long sorry ^^. do you like my animation i did? >w< someone pls request kaiser nexttt

divider: puppizai, anitalenia

[ablobwhowrites]

I saw your post about the Poppy playtime: New Home Sweet Home Au and I really like the concept!

Since the release of Ch4 I wanted to request… how would the 17 toys react to seeing the doctor, Harvey Sawyer now in a robot (like in the fan arts) just showing up at the door when Reader goes to open the door.

I can imagine the chaos that would happen.

Especially when the doctor simply requests to live at the house with them.

(thanks for liking the au. Hopefully I can keep cooking with this one. Might make more I don't know)

The doctor forced to live in the garage or something like that.

When y/n opened the door they just kinda froze up looking up at the doctor a doey who was coming out of the living room just quietly ran back in the living where most of the smiling critters where and he just whisper yells that the actual doctor is here and everyone freaks out quietly. Cause like they would be all scared out of their minds because what do you mean the doctor of out side and at the literal door.

Doey immediately plans to protect everyone. He did it at the safe haven, he can do it again. The smiling critters well panic but dog day is the same as doey wanting to try and protect the house and the other toys inside. As most of the toys are afraid of the doctor cause like how the fuck is that guy alive and if he's out than what about the prototype? But it's almost impossible for the prototype to escape cause limitations.

And doey quietly trying to reach out to grab y/n and close the door but it's to risky as they don't want to make their presence known. As they are scared that the doctor will kill them after everything especially trying to kill him as I like he's was the main reason that most of them exist especially that he contributed to making the toys alive and was the head scientist and worked with the prototype. But y/n reluctantly let's him in but just because it's the morning and they don't want the neighbors to see him. Y/n makes a deal that the doctor can live here but the toys can decide where he sleeps and thats ends up to be the garage or attic or any of the rooms that is away from the other toys and y/n and the doctor if fine with that but y/n wants to give him a second chance but doey doesn't. He just wants the doctor away from everyone else and no where near them or y/n.

Harley kinda just had a bed, blanket and a bookshelf as the room he stays in is mainly a spare room and less used guest room. But y/n tries to be nice and put up some posters and some plushies and books in his room but Harvey kinda keeps it bare and does read the books while in his room. Even though the toys don't trust y/n being around the doctor and at least mommy long legs or one of the toys go up with y/n to make sure Harley doesn't try anything funny but mostly Harley doesn't come out of the room. Only at night to take some things to tinker with them (mostly y/n's stuff) but returns it after tinkering with it (he is a control freak. As he realizes he has no power now and isn't able to see everything around him) he does try to be "nice" as he does want a place to live but he's weak and feels vulnerable, having to take refuge in y/n's house and he wonders if he could take you back with him to the factory or to find a something more have you in his grasp (he very much Is delighted by you and your abilities back at the factory and wonders if he could perhaps make you into something greater but doey and the rest of the toys ain't letting that happen if he even tries it) plus picky piggy isn't allowed in the kitchen at night anymore cause she literally had eaten almost all the groceries so now theres a lock on it that stays on until morning.

(that's it for my yap session, I glad you guys like my little silly au. But if you want more please don't feel shy to request any ideas for this or any other fics or stories. Please stay safe and drink water!)

[agaypanic]

Pls do an NSFW post for rodrick corrupting Jefferson reader. She's so vanilla and i can only wonder what he teaches her behind closed doors

i think i got a little carried away with this so it's all below the cut... whoops

EDIT: i made a full fic version that you can find here

ok so my thing with rodrick is he can be either incredibly dom or incredibly sub, and there's just like no in between. obvi with jefferson!reader, he'd be more dominant bc the jefferson family is a bit of a prim and proper family. you're a good girl.

so why is it turning you on so much when rodrick's fingering you in the back of his van and calling you a dirty girl??

i feel like rodrick would take it slow at first, but after you lose your virginity and get more comfortable with each other, oh boy. theres a lot of degrading praise

"such a good little slut for me" "my perfect dirty girl" "what a fucking whore, you feel so good"

i feel like rodrick would have a dumbification kink or something. being a jefferson, you're pretty smart and are involved with so many extracurriculars and activites. meanwhile, rodrick barely graduated high school and doesn't do much besides hang out with his band. so being able to get you to become a babbling, begging mess under him is a huge accomplishment, and he wants to achieve it every. time.

sometimes you'll get together for music practice (him on drums, you on some kind of classical instrument (violin, cello, piano, etc)) and he'll have you sit on his lap or right next to him. his hands keep ghosting your thighs while you practice.

"nonono, don't focus on me. focus on the music." "you want me to touch you there, sweetie? play that measure again." "don't mess up and i'll let you come, only good girls get to come. you're a good girl, right? yeah you are"

or if he's playing the drums (or maybe teaching you how to play, i think that's a cute thing rodrick would wanna do with his gf), he might have you cockwarm him. your skirt is just barely able to conceal it, and you keep squirming bc rodrick keeps bouncing around while he plays and you just have to sit there and take it. god forbid his mom comes in to check on how you're doing, bc half the time rodrick will strike up a conversation with her just to watch you suffer and try not to break. then when she leaves, he starts teasing you

"such a dirty girl, clenching my cock in front of my mom" "it probably took everything in you to not start riding me, huh?" "you really are just a needy whore, aren't you baby?"

if you're someone who likes academic validation, he will give you that validation!! every B gets you his fingers, every A gets you his cock. but if you ever get a B- or below, it's a ruined orgasm with either a vibrator or slow fingers circling your clit bc "you're better than that baby. you're my good, smart girl, right?"

might have to make an actual fic of this or something, i think i kinda cooked here

[goomyloid]

After reading the Noelle kissing Kris manga, I just had to talk about the tearjerking and heart-warming moments about it all.

I found it adorable yet also pretty telling that it took Noelle several attempts to get the kiss right with Susie with all the preparations, and the environment being perfectly set up for them to do it, but she nailed it perfectly on her first attempt to kiss Kris in that moment, with no prior build up. I also liked what compelled Noelle to kiss Kris, was them expressing their happiness for Noelle and Susie, while also seemingly intentionally excluding themselves from the equation altogether. Which leads me to talk about tearjerking moments.

When I read it all, from the look on Kris's face, it really did feel like they were genuinely trying to exclude themselves from Noelle and Susie's happiness, while trying to do everything they could to ensure they were both happy. It's like they had a face where they were genuinely happy for Noelle and Susie, talking about how great a pair they were, but also putting up a front to hide the pain of thinking, they'd be better of if they weren't part of the dynamic, which I think Noelle pick up on.

When I look at Noelle kissing Kris I think of it as a twofold kind of thing. Noelle says she was just in a kissing mood, but I genuinely do believe she acted on her subconscious desire to show Kris that level of affection when the opportunity presented itself, especially considering she wanted to kiss them again under the impression that she didn't do it right, and also appeared to want to tell them something but stopped upon seeing Kris's blushing face.

Whereas Kris has now been made aware that Noelle does in fact have deep feelings towards them, and doesn't know how to handle the revelation. Honestly I think it's pretty awesome that for all of Kris's talk about them Noelle and Susie being great pair, and getting closer, Noelle just expressed, unintentionally or not, that she also wants to get closer to them in the same manner.

this was AWESOME to read, i felt like you put into words everything subtle i tried to convey with that comic… its perfect

i enjoy the idea that like, as much as kriselle feels like It Shouldnt Be Happening (with suselle being the obvious endgame, probably) (or just the fact that it’s “obvious” at all) it simultaneously feels like its fated or meant to be. it’s not what the story is pushing towards, but realistically, it seems like the most viable option long-term (imo). underneath all the baggage, kris and noelle are super comfortable with each other, shes the only non-family member to really understand them, and vice versa, they dont have to put up any fronts. i suppose that kind of ties into susie and noelle’s “messy highschool romance” kiss vs. kris’s and noelle’s “accidental this-has-awakened-something-in-me weirdly perfect” kiss. just the fact that noelle turns around and kisses kris after susie feels like “it shouldnt be happening” (i know we all want polycule here but lets pretend they’ve barely entertained that idea yet) and makes things needlessly complicated, but suddenly, this seems like the more interesting path…

“forbidden” romance not in the sense that theres something actually wrong with it, but instead its simply not the path that the narrative is pushing towards (something something the forbidden path starts with ice magic…)

noelle choosing to kiss kris in that moment also kind of reflects what it is she likes about them, like you said. a tag i got a really long time ago on a reblog was “noelle’s image of kris in her mind is a kind one.” underneath all the pranks and goofs, they always mean well in the end. but when kris expresses that kindness by saying noelle and susie would make a good pair, noelle, who knows them so well, can still see past their words — more as a gut feeling than anything else — because the mere gesture of trying to hide their feelings to maintain her happiness is ALSO kind of them.

i keep saying that kris is the kind of person to run from their feelings all the time because i really believe it’s the case. theres only so many ways you can achieve that kind of stoicism lol. they hide and repress and keep those feelings locked away (both good feelings and bad ones) because they dont want to be a burden and mess things up for everyone. i think this was definitely a product of their home life, too — things get so chaotic that no one has the time or energy to pay more than surface-level attention to you (with asriel being the one genuine exception i think). it eventually just becomes easier to shut up and cut off all the emotions that might make you dare to Feel Real Things out of fear of rocking the boat. all of this is to say that how kris feels about noelle is just another thing they have sealed away, eventually just internalizing as genuine care for her wellbeing, with Something Else still hidden deep inside. and noelle kissing them undid all of their many many years of careful feelings-control because “oh shit oh god noelle no you cant kiss me havent you considered the Consequences??? the ramifications?? noelle the rammies. Tje consequences ive made up in my head”

and again like you said everything is incredibly subconscious on noelle’s end and she barely notices it. part of it could be from genuine Lol That’s Kris thats My Friend! without taking 5 seconds to think deeper about everything and unpack her own feelings. she Feels her feelings but is too mentally preoccupied to understand what they mean. i actually made this diagram just last night to convey basically exactly this

ultimately the whole shoujo romance thing makes the stakes way lower so now things are like, Oh no someone’s feelings might get hurt rather than Oh no the entire world is actually going to end. (maybe part of why i internally set it to take place multiple years in the future where they’re all in college or something and the dark world stuff is behind them LOL)

im gonna stop myself before this post gets too disgustingly long but man i have so many thoughts about them. sometimes i fear i treat them more like ocs so i have to realign myself and think “ok this still lines up with canon right.” but everything ive said is just what “feels right” to me i guess

[xichilie]

OMG! I absolutely love you for the way you did my request of Mydei trying to court reader ❤️😭🙏

It was so silly and perfect and i couldn't stop laughing!!!

And now theres part 2???

youre a blessing dear author 🫶

I'm glad you enjoy it, I had a lot of fun writing this ♡

Here's a part 3 ♡

Mydei x (fem)reader

Mydei courting reader (3)

Part 2

The streets of Okhema had grown quieter as the evening settled in, the sky painted in soft shades of purple and orange. The laughter of the children had faded, leaving only the distant murmur of the marketplace and the occasional chatter of passersby.

Y/N and Mydei walked side by side, their pace slow, unhurried. The excitement from earlier had died down, and now, a strange silence stretched between them.

For once, Mydei wasn’t speaking.

He wasn’t teasing her for losing, wasn’t boasting about his victory, wasn’t smirking at her like he usually did after getting the upper hand.

Instead, he was quiet.

It was… strange.

She kept sneaking glances at him, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. He was staring straight ahead, his usual sharp gaze slightly unfocused, as if deep in thought.

The memory of what happened just minutes ago replayed in her head—the chase, the cheers, the kids yelling about a reward, and then…

The kiss.

Her cheeks warmed just thinking about it.

She didn’t even know why she did it. It just felt like the right thing to do. Mydei had looked so composed, as if he hadn’t been flustered at all, and for some reason, that had annoyed her. So she acted on impulse, tugged him down, and kissed his cheek.

And then he turned bright red.

Just the thought of it made her lips twitch, but at the same time, guilt crept in.

She sighed quietly, lowering her gaze.

“…Sorry.”

The word slipped out so softly, she wasn’t sure he even heard it.

But then—

He stopped.

Y/N felt it immediately—the shift in the air, the sudden lack of movement beside her. She turned, only to see Mydei standing still, brows furrowed, watching her with open confusion.

“…What?” His voice was quieter than usual.

She hesitated before meeting his gaze. “I said… I’m sorry.”

His frown deepened. “For what?”

“For… earlier.” She shifted on her feet. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was probably weird, and I—I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just—”

“Why are you apologizing?”

She blinked at the sharpness of his tone.

Mydei was still staring at her, golden eyes unreadable, but there was something frustrated in the way he looked at her. Like he didn’t understand why she would even say that.

Y/N bit her lip, suddenly feeling awkward. “…Because it was kind of unfair? You didn’t really get a say in it.”

At that, Mydei let out a breath—one of incredulity.

“You think I didn’t want that?”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

The words were quiet. Almost grumbled. As if he hadn’t even meant to say them out loud.

But she heard them.

Clearly.

Her lips parted slightly, her brain short-circuiting for a second. “…What?”

Mydei’s expression stiffened, and he immediately looked away, crossing his arms. “Forget it.”

“No, hold on, what did you just say?”

“Forget it, Y/N.”

“I will not.”

“Tch.”

He turned on his heel and started walking again, this time at a slightly faster pace.

Y/N scrambled to keep up, her heart hammering, the heat rising to her cheeks again.

Did she just—

Did she mishear him?

Or did he really just say—

No. No way.

…Right?

Y/N hurried after Mydei, her heart pounding in her chest. He was not getting away that easily.

Before he could take another step, she quickly moved in front of him, blocking his path.

He stopped abruptly, barely avoiding bumping into her. “Move.”

“No.” She crossed her arms, standing her ground.

His golden eyes narrowed. “Y/N.”

“Mydei.” She mimicked his tone, unwavering. “We’re talking about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You just said something that completely contradicts the way you act, and you expect me to just ignore it?” She scoffed. “No way. You’re going to explain what you meant.”

“Tch.” Mydei’s jaw clenched, and his gaze flickered away for a moment. His entire posture screamed tense, his arms crossed so tightly it looked like he was physically keeping himself from reaching for something—maybe a sword, maybe just a distraction.

Y/N took a step closer, searching his face.

“…Mydei.”

His eyes snapped back to hers.

“I don’t get you,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “One second, you’re messing with me, the next, you’re ignoring me, and now you’re—” She exhaled in frustration. “Now you’re saying things like that, and you won’t even explain what you mean.”

Mydei stared at her, unmoving.

For a moment, Y/N thought he was just going to shut down entirely, to brush her off and push past her.

But then—

“…You really don’t get it, do you?”

His voice was quiet. Almost amused, but not in a mocking way. More like he was baffled.

Y/N frowned. “Get what?”

His golden eyes studied her face—searching, considering. Then, finally, he exhaled.

“I like you, Y/N.”

Silence.

Y/N blinked, not entirely sure she heard him right. “…What?”

His lips pressed together, then curved into a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re not gonna make me say it twice.”

Her brain short-circuited.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

He—

He what?

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her thoughts felt scrambled, like someone had just thrown all the pieces of a puzzle onto the floor and expected her to figure it out in five seconds.

Mydei liked her?

Like—liked her?

She must’ve looked as dumbfounded as she felt because Mydei let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

Y/N snapped out of it. “Hold on.”

“What.”

“How—” She ran a hand through her hair, still trying to process. “Since when?”

His gaze flickered to the side, and for the first time, he was the one looking unsure. “…A while.”

Oh.

She swallowed. “And you—” Her voice faltered slightly. “You were trying to tell me?”

He scoffed. “Tch. I was showing you.”

Y/N opened her mouth, then closed it.

All the moments over the past few weeks flashed in her mind—his sparring matches with her, his gifts, the way he lingered around her, his small but rare smiles, everything.

Oh.

Oh.

Her face burned. “I—I didn’t—”

“Yeah. I figured,” he muttered.

She groaned, covering her face for a second. “I thought you were just—y’know, being you!”

He gave her a look. “I don’t do this kind of shit for just anyone.”

She peeked at him through her fingers, and oh gods, he was serious.

Oh.

Y/N lowered her hands, her heart hammering in her chest. “And… you’re not joking?”

His expression darkened. “You think I’d joke about this?”

…No. No, he wouldn’t.

The realization hit her like a wave.

This whole time—this whole time—he had been trying to tell her. And she—she had been too oblivious to see it.

Y/N let out a breath, her pulse racing. She met his gaze, something twisting in her chest.

“…Oh.”

Mydei stared at her for a moment. Then he scoffed. “Yeah. Oh.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind spinning as she stared at Mydei.

The weight of everything that had just been said pressed down on her chest, making her feel both incredibly stupid and incredibly overwhelmed. She had been blind—completely and utterly blind.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “…I’m sorry.”

Mydei’s brows furrowed. “For what?”

“For not noticing.” She exhaled shakily, looking down at the ground. “For making you go through all that trouble just to get me to see something that should’ve been obvious.”

“Tch.” Mydei’s lips pressed together, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. “You don’t need to apologize for that.”

She scoffed. “You literally had to chase me through half of Okhema before I even started putting the pieces together—”

“That’s not your fault.”

She looked up at him. He was staring at her, expression firm—certain.

“…Then whose fault is it?” she asked quietly.

He sighed, crossing his arms. “Mine.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I should’ve just said something sooner.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Instead of relying on Kremnoan traditions that clearly mean nothing to you.”

Y/N frowned. “That’s not—”

“I kept thinking, ‘she’ll get it eventually.’” His voice was low, almost frustrated—but not at her. “That one of these days, you’d finally understand.”

She bit her lip, guilt settling in her stomach. “…I still feel bad.”

Mydei let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re impossible.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “And you’re stubborn.”

They locked eyes, and for a brief moment, there was nothing but silence.

Then—

“…I liked you.”

The words tumbled out before Y/N could stop them.

Mydei froze.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what she’d just said.

“I—I mean—” She sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly flustered. “I like you—I liked you—no, I mean—” She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “I never let myself think about it!”

Mydei remained still, watching her carefully. “…What do you mean?”

Y/N inhaled shakily, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I mean, I liked you—I like you—but I never let myself think about it.” Her voice grew softer. “Because you’re you.”

His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his golden eyes. “…Me?”

“You’re a prince, Mydei,” she murmured. “You’re an Chrysos heir. You have responsibilities. A whole kingdom to think about. And I’m just—”

Her voice faltered, her chest tightening.

Just Y/N.

Mydei’s brows drew together.

“Y/N.”

Her breath hitched slightly when he suddenly stepped closer.

She swallowed, forcing herself to keep talking. “I just—I didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t let myself think about it, because—”

“Enough.”

Her words died in her throat.

His voice was firm—certain.

She looked up at him, startled by the intensity in his golden gaze.

“You’re not ‘just’ anything.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“You think I care about any of that?” Mydei scoffed, shaking his head. “You think it matters to me that I’m a prince and you’re not?”

Y/N swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

He exhaled sharply, then—without hesitation—reached out, cupping the side of her face with his hand.

She froze, her breath catching.

“You,” Mydei said quietly, “are the only thing I have ever wanted for myself.”

Y/N’s heart stuttered.

Her mind went completely blank.

Mydei held her gaze, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. “…Do you understand now?”

She barely managed to nod, her face burning.

He let out a small, breathy chuckle—soft, fond.

“Good.”

The morning sun bathed Okhema in a soft golden light, the streets already alive with the usual sounds of merchants calling out their wares and warriors beginning their morning drills. Among them, Mydei walked with an unmistakable air of satisfaction. His usual composed and sharp demeanor was still intact, but there was something different—his shoulders weren’t as tense, his expression wasn’t as severe, and if one looked closely enough, they might even catch a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Phainon definitely noticed.

He had been casually leaning against a stone pillar near the training grounds, sipping his morning coffee, when Mydei passed by. At first, Phainon had assumed his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no. Mydei looked happy.

Suspiciously happy.

Phainon’s smirk was immediate. He pushed off the pillar and lazily strolled toward him.

“Well, well,” he drawled, falling into step beside Mydei. “Aren’t you in a fine mood today?”

Mydei didn’t react right away, but Phainon didn’t miss the way his lips twitched slightly before he responded.

“Hm.”

That was it. Just hm.

Phainon raised an eyebrow. “That’s all I get? No sharp retort? No glare?” He whistled, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

Mydei sighed, rolling his eyes. “What do you want, deliverer?”

“Oh, nothing, really.” Phainon took another sip of his coffee, watching Mydei closely. “Just curious as to why you look like someone who just won a war without lifting a sword.”

Mydei scoffed. “You’re exaggerating.”

Phainon clicked his tongue. “Am I?” He took a step ahead, then turned to walk backward, facing Mydei as he grinned. “You’re radiating smugness, Mydei. It’s practically dripping off of you. It’s disgusting.”

The golden-eyed prince sighed, clearly debating whether or not to entertain this conversation.

Phainon’s grin widened. “Does this have anything to do with a certain someone?”

For the first time since their conversation started, Mydei hesitated.

It was subtle—the briefest pause in his step, the slightest shift in his expression—but Phainon caught it immediately.

“Oh, this is rich.” Phainon let out a delighted laugh. “You’re really not gonna say anything?”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Right. And I suppose that faint blush on your ears is also nothing?”

Mydei turned his head slightly, subtly adjusting his collar, but it was too late.

Phainon saw everything.

“Oh, this is fantastic,” Phainon continued, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Should I go find Y/N? Ask her what happened?”

That finally got a reaction.

Mydei stopped walking.

Phainon barely had a second to register it before Mydei turned his head just enough to level him with a look.

“…You won’t.”

Phainon blinked. Then, slowly, a grin stretched across his face.

“Oh, but now I have to.”

Mydei exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Phainon.”

Phainon only laughed, stepping closer. “Come on. Give me something. Did she finally get it?”

Mydei crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “…More or less.”

Phainon gasped dramatically. “You mean all of your awkward attempts actually paid off?”

Mydei gave him a flat look. “They weren’t awkward.”

“They absolutely were,” Phainon said smugly. “But that’s beside the point.” He tilted his head. “So? What now?”

Mydei was quiet for a moment.

Then, slowly, a small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

“Now,” he said, “I make sure she never forgets.”

Phainon blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

Then he let out a low whistle. “Oh. Oh, this is going to be fun to watch.”

Phainon still wasn’t done.

If anything, Mydei’s flustered reaction only fueled his mischief further.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Phainon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His smirk was downright wicked as he tapped a few times on the screen before turning it toward Mydei.

“Seems like you had a good time yesterday,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement.

Mydei’s golden eyes landed on the screen.

It was the picture.

The one Phainon had secretly taken while lurking in the distance—Y/N on her toes, a hand gripping Mydei’s collar, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The normally stoic prince was caught mid-reaction, his ears red, his expression stunned.

A moment of silence.

Then—

“Mydei?” Phainon said, grinning. “You okay there, buddy?”

Mydei exhaled through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Phainon.”

Phainon’s smirk widened. “Yes?”

Mydei’s eye twitched.

“Delete it.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Phainon pocketed his phone, taking a casual step back. “This is gold. Fantastic, even.”

Mydei ran a hand down his face. He inhaled deeply, as if to compose himself. Then, he took a step forward.

Phainon immediately took another step back.

“Mydei,” he said, amusement clear in his voice.

The prince said nothing. He merely rolled his shoulders back, his expression shifting from mild embarrassment to something much more dangerous.

Phainon recognized that look instantly.

“Oh, shit.”

Mydei lunged.

Phainon barely had time to react before he bolted, laughter spilling from his lips as he dodged between passing warriors and startled civilians.

Mydei was right behind him.

“You’re dead, Phainon.”

“So worth it!” Phainon cackled, vaulting over a wooden crate as he ran through the streets of Okhema.

“Get back here!”

“Never!”

Civilians watched in stunned silence as the two Chrysos heirs chased eachother through the marketplace, dodging carts, weaving through narrow streets, their thundering footsteps echoing through the city.

It was definitely not the last time Phainon was going to bring it up.

[princessbrunette]

the guys dont believe that bunny!reader is always looking for dick from rafe all the time until one day when topper throws a party him, rafe, reader, and kelce are all sitting down somewhere and reader is like all over rafe. im talking kissing him all over, straddling him, lightly humping him and rafe isnt even batting an eye at her. the only people distracted are the guys because they didn’t believe she was like that !

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rafes busy dealing, and he’s so used to your clingy antics that he doesn’t feel the need to stop what he’s doing to attend to you when really you’re more than happy to attend to yourself!

he sits round a table with his friends at a party, lines of coke splayed out and a couple of customers hovering around them as they talk. as rafe counts the wad of cash in his hands, you appear silently beside him, all tipsy and pliant as you straddle his thigh.

“theres the princess.” topper grins, and there’s more greetings in tow but you don’t pay them any mind, focusing on wrapping your arms around rafes neck, pressing glossy kisses to his jaw. rafe barely reacts of course, shifting you effortlessly to be out his way where you sit and continuing to count.

“fifty…sixty—” he mutters before speaking up, locking eyes with the crowd once more. “you know if you really want that good shit you’re gonna have to cough up a little more than that. i don’t think you’re gettin’ it, this is the best fuckin’ yayo around — like, you’re not gonna find better in this part of the island. trust that.” he talks it up, doing his thing as the party goers start to dig into their wallets, your boyfriends charismatic ways having sold them.

you wiggle on his thigh, pressing your covered cunt harder into the crevice and letting out a soft needy groan against his skin, hands running down his chest. rafe’s eyes flicker down to you once he was sure he’d made the sale, gently adjusting you on his lap. “don’t care ‘bout an audience, do you bun? jesus.” he mutters the offhand comment, patting your ass before continuing.

kelce snickers, nudging toppers arm as the two shake their head in disbelief at your antics. “i need to get me one of those freaks.” kelce decides, making rafes head perk up, turning towards his friend as he leans across slightly, taking money from one of the other party goers wanting to chip in.

“yeah good luck with that, my girls a one of a kind. should be keepin’ your eyes to yourself anyway.”

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[lmaowhatt]

WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

requested by: anon

hey babe hru, could u write one in wich reader finds that she's pregnant and really freaks out but tries to hide it (they're both teens) cause she doesnt wanna mess up things with jj? and in like a party or a kegger they get drunk and kinda like fight and it slips out of her?? something really angsty and maybe fluffy

tysm i love your work

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of teen pregnancy, drinking, cursing, angst→fluff.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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youd been antsy for a while. it shouldve been a sign that something was wrong. and even though youd convinced yourself for nearly two weeks that you were imagining things, that there was nothing wrong with you. but that thought that it was something more lingered in the back of your head. it nagged at you until you finally listened.

your heart dropped. you were sitting on the floor in the bathroom at the chateau, your back flat against the door, a speck of chipped paint tangling itself in your hair, already messy from how many times youd ran your hand through it to make sure this wasnt a sick joke. you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hands. two pink lines taunting you, the reality setting in that your future was about to change. forever.

you had just turned seventeen around two months ago, and jj was months from turning eighteen. he still reckless and impulsive in a way his charming, caring side barely made up for. in no world were the two of you fit to be parents. not yet at least.

jj was drunk by the time you got there with kiara, whod been the only person you told, simply because she found the box while rummaging in your bathroom counter for a spare deodorant. his shirt was slung over his shoulder, drink full of warm, stale beer in hand, the beer in the cup sloshing around as he moved around the room.

he spotted you from the corner of his eyes and immediately turned, crossing the room over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. just the smell of the beer lingering on his lips made you want to throw up. but you wanted to hang on to that last shred of teenage recklessness you had in you, so you stayed.

despite everything in you telling you to leave because of the pure uneasiness lingering deep in your belly, you stayed. because jj looked so happy. free. you wanted to see what it was like to live like there was nothing on the line, even though nothing could change the permanence of the baby growing in your belly.

a hand moved to your stomach instinctively as you watched jj walk over to a folding table with red solo cups on it. jj grabbed a cup from it, walking back over to you with a smile that wouldve lit up an entire room. your stomach twisted, but you accepted your drink regardless, just holding it, staring down at the contents in the cup like jj had just handed you a cup of poison.

the scent wafted up to your nose and you almost gagged, turning to place the cup on the kitchen island. everything had hit you like a freight train since you found out. the morning sickness, nausea, fatigue, sensitivity to smell, mood swings, all of it.

youd been doing well with managing most of it so far, but with a cup of stale beer and standing in a room full of drunk, sweaty teenagers who had no sense of 'personal bubbles,' everything flared instantly.

jj furrowed his eyebrows, "baby, you okay?" he asked, moving closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. you puffed your cheeks with air, blowing it our slowly with a nod. "yeah, 'm just... feeling sick, i guess," you mumbled, fully acknowledging the fact that you didnt sound believable but choosing to ignore it.

"you sure?" his hand drifting lower, now resting in the small of your back, thumb pressing soothing lines down your hip. "im fine, j," you snapped. "just tired. go have fun," you turned to him with a tight lipped smile, tilting your head to gesture to the drunk crowd of sweaty teenagers gathered in the living room, most swaying offbeat to whatever song was playing.

he narrowed his eyes at you but didnt question it, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before moving to join john b, who now had his shirt on inside out and had somehow managed to climb onto the mantle, cracking a foaming beer open and spraying it onto the crowd, earning a chorus of cheers.

you swallowed your saliva nervously, lifting your shoulder to wipe his wet lip print off your cheek. you glanced around the kitchen, eventually walking over to the cooler with drinks bathing in half melted ice, pulling out a water bottle, twisting it open, and taking as sip as you moved back to where youd been previously.

thats how youd spent most of your time at the party, people watching in between sip of your water, condesation dripping down your wrist if you didnt wipe it off on yur shorts in time, and somehow talking some girl named vanessa out of getting back together with her ex.

it felt as though an hour or two had passed before an even drunker jj approached you, shirt now wrapped around his head like a bandana and that stupid drunk, but in-love smile plastered on his face. "hi, sweet girl," he mumbled,slighty slurring his words as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

he blinked when you turned your head away, kiss landing on your cheek instead. he actually blinked. "hey... whats wrong with ya?" he asked. he didnt mean it with any malicious intent, but there was something deep hidden in his tone that you hadn't expected. you shook your head.

"nothing, jj. i already told you im fine," you murmured back, barely managing to keep eye contact with the guilt swimming deep in your irises. "look at me when youre talking to me." his voice was clipped now, frustration threading itself between his eyebrows. you rubbed a hand down your face, breathing out heavily and turning to face him. "im just tired, jj. that enough for you?"

your voice was laced with a mix of both frustration and the dread that wrapped around your entire body like an invisible rope that kept on tightening no matter how much you tried willing it away. "wheres this attitude comin' from? im just askin' whats wrong," he said with furrowed eyebrows, hands now placed on the fake marble of the kitchen island, arms caging you in.

"im not giving you an attitude, im just answering your question." he cocked an eyebrow, giving you a quick updown. your crossed arms were the thing that gave it away the most. "really? 'cause that mug you got goin' on is saying something else." you huffed, rolling your eyes and droppign your arms to your sides dramatically.

jj narrowed his eyes, the drinks in his system making his actions more noticeable. "okay, the fucks wrong with you," he asked, pushing off the island and placing his hands low at his waist.

"like are you... being dramatic on purpose or some shit?"

you let out a dry laugh, pushing off the counter and heading towards the front door without another word. you heard him call after you, muttering half assed apologies to partygoers he bumped into as he ran after you.

he caught your wrist when you were halfway acorss the front lawn, fully intending to walk home because you just couldnt deal with the bullshit—his bullshit. "the fucks your problem? im trying to ask you whats wrong because that 'nothing, im fine' shit doesnt work for me." he didnt raise his voice, but his tone was firm, he wasnt asking for an answer, he needed one.

you snatched your wrist out of his grip, "because it is nothing! i just dont— i dont know, alright?" he stared blankly. blinked once. then scoffed, "yeah, alright," like he didnt fully believe you. he didnt, was barely trying to. "just be happy and enjoy the fuckin' party then," he mumbled, running a hand throguh his hair, glancing back at the house.

rolling your eyes, you shoved him back once, "im goin' home." he stumbled, just barely catching himself on a truck parked in the driveway. he stared at you, you looked so tense, almost scared, but he just scowled. "youre fuckin' overreacting over nothing, then? just tell me what the fucks' going on!" you two stared at each other, and after a couple moments, when it seemed he was going to turn and leave, you blurted it out.

"im pregnant."

he sobered instantly.

his eyes widened, head jerking forward like he didnt hear you correctly. he rubbed his eyes with his thump and pointer finger, blinking a couple times before a, "excuse me?" slipped out of his mouth. tears pooled in your waterline and you blinked them away before speaking more clearly, "im pregnant." jj nodded slowly, still trying to understand the situation while not looking completely incompetent.

he raised a finger into the air before putting it down, "um... how exactly?" jj asked before quickly adding with a tiny, barely there smirk, "well i know how, but like... when did you uhm," you furrowed your eyebrows, watching how he snapped his fingers, fishing for the right word. "find out?"

his head snapped up towards you, snapping his fingers towards you and nodding, "yeah, yeah. when did ya find out?" you shrugged, wrappign your arms around yourself trying to ease the chills on your skin from the sudden breeze. "around a week ago? i just— i guess i didnt want you thinking i was trapping your or whatever... its stupid really-"

"hey, hey," he mumbled, shaking his head as he stepped towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders in the most comforting manner he could pull off at the moment. "dont do that. its my fault, alright? i fucked up, i overreacted. im sorry. im so fuckin' sorry baby, seriously." he wrapped his arms around you tight, kissing the top of your head repeatedly. "you didnt deserve that at all, im sorry."

you nuzzled your head into his neck, breathing him in and arms wrapping tight around his torso like he might disappear if you let go. "i didnt want to ruin things with you and i thought this did it," your words were muffled against his neck but he heard them loud and clear. pulling away, his hands moved to your cheeks, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"you could never ruin things with me, baby. never. im pretty surprised i havent," you laughed at that, it was slightly watery, but it was real. and thats all jj cared about in the moment. he slowly descended onto his knees, right there on the pavement in some strandgers driveway.

he pressed one hand pressed against your still-normal belly, the other resting at the back of your thigh. "as for this little munchkin," he mumbled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss just below your belly button. "when do you like know what they are?" you huffed out a tiny laugh, pressing a hand over his on your belly.

"in like three to four months, jj," you smiled down at him because even in his stupididty, you loved him with everything you had in you. he just shrugged, pressing one last kiss to your belly before pushing off the pavement and standing back up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

the two of you began the short walk back to the chateau. "well whatever it is, im gonna love them with everything ive got." he sighed, throwing his head back to watch the starry sky, content. "hey, youre gonna be a milf. ha." your smile dropped, turning your head to catch him already looking at you with wiggling eyebrows.

you shoved him off with a roll of your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. he laughed, a full belly laugh as he caught up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again, pressing a kiss to your hairine.

"youre gonna be the best milf ever dont worry, baby."

[doiliedaze]

your writing is sooo good!!! i loved your vamp sev!!!(⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) can you write reader coming home horny af and finding sevika taking a fat nap so they borrow her prosthetic to use it as a sex toy, sev wake up to her moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat ☺️ (i've seen this ideia around but not a single fic about it.)

Freak Hoe

Warnings: somno, dub-con, established relationship, using Sevikas arm, reader has back dermals, reader going through extra miles with these positions lol, desperate reader, mean! sev, Sevika instructs reader, mutual masturbation, tribbing, tongue sucking, spit swapping, reader begging, choking (s! receiving), degradation, impact play, praise

Genre: smut

A/n: Marking as a dark fic just in case!! I literally saw this and went y’know what hell yeah LMAOOOO but thank you so much for the compliment anon it’s deeply appreciated ٩( ᐛ )و I’m excited to bring this fantasy to life! After seeing a comment on me using this song I had to use it as the title lol! I CANT BELIEVE THERES 501 OF YOU ALL OMG HUGS ALL AROUND WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE OUT PRIDE🫶🏿🩷

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The whole day your clit was throbbing. Didn’t matter how you walked or sat, nothing slightly eased it…even masturbating a bit in the bathroom at your job.

All you had in mind was your girlfriend, how she could take care of the ache!

You damn near swing the door open and call out to her, only to be met with silence. Is she not here?

Solemnly you walk into the shared bedroom until you were met with the soft snores of your girlfriend. You almost jump up and click your heels because today is the day you need some!

You place your stuff down and change into some pj’s.

“Sev wake up!” You pout as you shake your girlfriend to no avail. To see if she was fucking with you, you flash her…nothing

“That usually works…fuck!” You fall to her side all hope lost till you feel something cold, hard, sturdy…

Just one of her prosthetic fingers twitching as it does when she sleeps. A little lightbulb shines over your head as you peer over to see how asleep she really is.

“She wouldn’t mind…I mean she always says, “I’m always of use if you need me baby” or something like that.” You mutter to yourself.

You don’t know why you’re pretending to have some composure. With a quickness you strip bare and position your pulsating hole over the propped hand.

At first you had a hard time getting her fingers in so you just humped her palm. It was some good stimulation but it wasn’t good enough! Irritated you pick up the hand and grasp her middle and ring finger and fuck yourself back on it.

You feel a sense of relief wash through you as her thick fingers stretch you out. Your body is shaking especially your ass and hips! Like a dumb bitch you’re panting out her name tongue lolled. Drool coats the sheets as you reach your free hand back to play with your neglected clit. You feel close just off this alone but you crave more! So you fumble around stretching your arms back to get another finger in.

The scene is pathetic, face down ass up fucking yourself back on your sleeping girlfriends fingers until you feel her curl them. All movements stop, not knowing if the sleep is causing the movement or she woke up.

“Don’t stop ‘m tryna watch doll” she rasp sleep sewn into her voice. Slowly you get back to the groove of things but a shyness hits your chest. “C’mon you can be louder than that? You didn’t think about your volume when I was fucking sleeping so don’t think ‘bout it now.” She states with some bass in her tone.

You let out a shaky sorry and she sighs, “let go of my fingers” and you do. She re-positions the both of you; with you on your back and she’s above you.

“Gonna listen to me right?” Desperately you nod ready for her to take you!

“Wanna see you fuck yourself, don’t stop till you cum.”

Disappointment fills your voice, “but-”

“But nothing bitch you’re lucky I’m staying awake right now c’mon”

“Sev please touch me, this isn’t gonna do anything for me please!” You damn near cry wanting her to just give you what you’ve been craving.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself” she says slowly.

With that you sink three fingers deep inside yourself and start off on a fast pace. It didn’t take you long to cum already having some buildup.

Before you can come down from your high she slaps you with her prosthetic hand.

“Again” she orders having little regard for how you feel. Which breeds lust into your stomach.

This time her prosthetic hand slips into her hand and rubs her fat clit. Her cunt getting wet watching you touch yourself. Her grey eyes studied your body as your free hand plays with your nipple, irises blown, drool on your chin. So perfect for her.

As Sevika feels her orgasm building she pauses to strip her lower half, string of wetness attached to her boxers.

“Move” she mutters as she takes out your fingers. Placing her warm clit against yours the feeling enough to drawl a moan outta the both of you.

Her thrust were fast and sloppy, cunts sliding against each other. You pull her in close for a kiss, shoving your tongue down her throat. Causing her to choke and gargle on it.

To catch her breathe she pulls away a bit and you whisper suck it and stick out your tongue. The grinding almost gets slower to match the pace of Sevika bobbing her head on your tongue, saliva dropping in-between y’all.

A whimper came from her throat as you choke her, digging your nails in to add some pressure. You pull back to whisper, “fuck me faster.”

Her hips catch up in speed, aiming to please you. Sevika moans as you add more pressure to her neck.

Her hips stutter as she stuffs her face in the crook of her neck and bites down to alleviate pressure.

You moan out her name and buck your hips up as they stutter against hers, finally getting the orgasm you’ve been craving all day.

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Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos @artemisdreamfairie @ellabswife

Dividers- @dollywons

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘SAILOR SONG,

-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You run into Sofia at Berto’s funeral. You’re the only one who can calm her down.

⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. ANGST AND COMFORT!! Might make this a series if anyone likes it enough <3 she’s my literal BABY im so in love with her it makes me want to kms! she deserves SO much better i just wanna give her a hug (and a kiss). slight homophobia mentions, past relationships (but unclear), THE HANGMAN!!!!! Based on 1x2, bertos funeral ! she is my girlfailure wife and i need her

♫ “Begging, baby, would you please? / Do the things you said you'd do to me. / And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long.” Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

High tides. That’s what Gotham is, after the haunted return of the Batman. At least, that’s all you see around you now. Theres blood in the water, and the sharks have all come to hunt.

You think it’s all bullshit. The bat, the Riddler, this fucking funeral. You hardly knew the man, and you know it’s a waste of time. Everyone dressed in black here is only cutting their losses. It’s all out of fear. Berto was unabashedly himself. And that was weak. He tried too hard to be his father.

You scan the funeral, which might as well be a party for some of these fuckers, and hold your breath. Okay, maybe you’re more upset than you’d like to admit. Nihilism appeases the soul where optimism does not. You’d only had very few conversations with him, but he was…nice, to some extent.

It’s a day of mourning. And that’s what you do. Memories come to you in unsafe and ungrateful waves, alerting you of every interaction you’d ever had with the man of the night.

“Hey, so,” He scratched the side of his head with his index finger. “Wha- What’s up with you and my sister?” A bitter smile on his face, nose scrunched in faux curiosity. You’d known better. You grew up your entire life in Gotham, and you had known a thinly veiled threat when you’d heard it.

“Sofia?” You’d asked, lighting a cigarette. The sunset flooded through Italy’s streets. It wasn’t your first summer here. You took a long drag of smoke, thinking of how to phrase your answer. The Falcones weren’t stupid, none of them were, not really. “Nothing.” You settled on, dabbling it out in the ash tray. “Why?”

You’d expected some bullshit to fly from his mouth. The family…That you were an outsider. That whatever the two of you had going on was distasteful. A woman and a woman. Not a good look in the papers. Weak willed woman frolicking together in Gotham’s underground. You expected him to insult you, and her. What would their father think?

But Alberto didn’t say anything like that.

“If you hurt her,” He began, and you felt yourself visibly recoil. “I’ll have to, you know,” He motioned with his hands, forming a gun with his forefinger against his temple, and a pew sound. “Pop your top.”

Returning to yourself, you find it in yourself to be greatful. For Alberto, not ratting the two of you out. Whatever you two had…was more than the both of you ever managed to let on. Small touches here and there, kisses when you played house. Laughing underneath streetlamps, painting her nails. And then she got locked up in Arkham. Your best…friend.

And now she’s finally released. Idiots with poster boards outside begging for her return to the loony bin. She’s somewhere in this house, on the same floor as you.

You mindlessly sip on your glass. Alchohol is your real friend tonight. The undergrounds in shambles, the entire city is. What’s stopping you from leaving? You don’t know. Not until you see her.

She trails in the room, and the first thing you hear are overwhelming whispers. You don’t pay attention to them, how could you? Her hair tied up messily, sticky bangs and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her makeup is neat, but just barely smudged.

She’s bug eyed as she enters, chest heaving in…anger? fear? She pays much more attention to the whispers than you do, you realize.

“She’s crazy,” You hear from behind you. Faces hide behind there glasses and hands, leaning down and gossiping amongst themselves. It makes you sick. She makes you sick. Even more so, as she seems to lose herself. It starts with a small bite, digging at the finger food, before she picks up heaps of it in her palms. Over and over and over again…

“That’s enough,” You whisper, sternly, grabbing her forearm. Her mouth almost drops open with the food, eyes widening even more. She stops chewing, and for a moment, it seems everything and everyone is finally scilenced.

She doesn’t say a word in her shock, her arm falling down. She lets you guide her out the room, and the both of you ignore the comments from passerbys.

When you finally reach an empty room, you close the door. Her blood runs cold, and she’s perpelled to the edge of the room, like a cornered and vulnerable prey animal.

“What are you doing here?” Sofia drawls, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are tinged pink from embarassment, and her nose twitches in frustration.

“I knew him too.”

“No, you didn’t.” She remarks, firm in her stance. Her jaw is clenched tight, and you sigh. You make your way over to a couch, sitting down lazily. It doesn’t feel how it used to.

“Yeah, I didn’t. But I got an invitation.”

She ignores you. Straight to the point.

“You’ve heard. What they are saying about me, out there.”

“Hard not too.”

She scoffs, letting out a hmph noise. She turns away from you, blinking.

“Well. Do you believe it?” She tests, arms crossed. You feel your eyebrows scrunch, and you give her a once over. You want to scream at her, that she isn’t crazy. That whatever she’s done isn’t her fault, not completely. But you can’t claw the words out- not after not seeing her in years.

“You do, don’t you?” She continues. She stops pacing the room to take a seat parallel to you. You bite your tongue.

A beat of silence, and something in her dark eyes takes it as your final answer. Theres something deeper, darker swirling in them you can’t quite place. She’s not the same girl you knew as a child.

“No,” You whisper, finally, and watch her perk up. “You’re not crazy.”

She stays silent as she looks at you disbelievingly. Like you’re saying it simply to appease her. You find it in yourself to let the tension melt away, leaning back into the cushions.

“You don’t need help.” You affirm, and her expression is unreadable. “You aren’t broken. Or whatever those fuckhead doctors told you in Arkham. You’re just…” You trail off, needing to word this right. “You’re just your fathers daughter.”

You expect her to ask ‘what thats supposed to mean?’ but she doesn’t. No…she looks too vulnerable in this light to fight back against you. Again, silence sounds, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

It’s only when she speaks, voice trembling, do you see her resolve break.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” It’s quiet, almost a whimper, and her voice breaks. “In Arkham?”

There it is. The question you’d been dreading, mostly because you didn’t know the answer yourself.

Her eyebrows are pulled together, nails clenched into her own skin. You go to tear them from her palms, opening them up to find the marks. She doesn’t say a word. She makes no move to push you away. She’s too tired. She’s greiving, her father, her mother, her brother, her sanity.

You lean down, and press a gentle kiss to her nails. A strangled sound is ripped from her at the action, and you notice how her eyes turn glossy. You decide to ignore the question for now, watching tears finally slip from her eyes. She’d been holding them in for what felt like forever. But not with you, she finds, she could never hide anything from you.

You pull her in, embracing her for all its worth. She immeadiatley falls into you, open mouthed sobs against your shoulder. You hug her tight, and it feels blissful. After so long of only seeing her on TV reports and pictures, touching her, feeling her, is heavenly. Just like it used to be.

She still smells the same. Her makeup runs as she cries into your shoulder, and you gently hush her. You pet her head and hair, cradling her like she’s fragile glass about to break. She’s yours. You’re hers. You always have been.

Rocking her back in forth, you place a kiss on her forehead. When she leans into you, you place more. Soft little pecks across her skin, to her head, wrist. You kiss all her tears away as they fall. Sweet and salty, wetting your lips. You feel her try to catch her breath.

She pulls away from you, hair messy. Her lips are parted, and her pupils blown, and theres a silent promise in the air between the two of you. I’m with you. Im on your side. I am the woman who wants you to win.

Her hand trails to your cheek, and she looks at you worshipfully. Her eyes flit to your lips, as if asking, begging for just one.

You nod. You could never deny her anything. She leans in, tentiavley, before connecting your lips. Memories flash through your head. She tastes the same, acacia honey and cigarette smoke. Besides yourself, you deepen the kiss, and she responds tenfold.

Her hands thread through your hair with a gentle tug, as if there is a feral need buried underneath her skin, to possess you. Remind herself you are here, and you are hers, not an illusion. Not a nightmare. She would kill for you.

You have to almost fight her to part for air, pulling away with heavy breaths. She doesn’t let you get far, resting her forehead against yours.

For better or for worse, she has stuck her claws in you. You realize she will not let you go. Not tonight. Not tommorrow. Not ever.

Breath intermingling, her body heat radiating against yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You stay like that, unanswered questions still plaguing the silence. You’ll answer them one day. For now, you choose only to lose yourselves in one another.

You regret not telling Alberto the truth before he died. She’s not nothing to you. She’s everything.

[bxeckers222]

summary: paige was your bestfriend, and you’re only friends, right?

right?

word count: 10k

warnings!! cursing, angst

again, only my second time writing so don’t judge too hard, and if you have suggestions please please tell them to me !!

Paige is my best friend. everyone knows this, we’re inseparable.

except to me, it’s more than that.

the late night drives, the cuddling, the nicknames she has for me, and the always being around her.

i’m in love with her.

part of me thinks i always have been, like i was born to find paige bueckers.

we met when we were young, our parents are good friends. the first memory i even have of Paige was outside her house. it was burning hot, and i’d say we were about 4 years old at the time, playing in the pool. we don’t have that “we hated eachother at first” story, we really just clicked.

Paige knows i’m a lesbian. she’s always been supportive, even when i came out to her at the age of 13, her views, and the way she loved me never changed.

she’s never really been open about her sexuality with me, just a few “oh she’s hot” here and there, but then theres her celebrity crush on Steph Curry that makes me question everything she’s ever said.

she’s also never been open about her feelings towards me. there was the time we kissed in the 10th grade, but that’s normal for friends to do right?

right?

| present day. you’re 17 in your senior year of high school, in paige’s bedroom. it’s a Friday night. |

“hey babe can you hand me that pencil?” she asks me

there’s one of the nicknames i was talking about earlier.

i stand up from her desk i was sitting at and hand her the pencil, sitting down beside her on the bed, crossing my legs. she scoots closer to me, sitting just close enough just to make sure our arms were touching, a small gesture that meant more to me then she knew.

“doing homework on a Friday night? really?” i said, with a teasing tone in my voice.

“can’t help it, pre-calc final on Monday”

“i took mine today, need help?”

“please, I’m dying over here”

she handed me her notebook and pencil, her notes are a wreck. i can barely read her messy handwriting.

“well no wonder you’re struggling p, how do you even read this?” -i say with a laugh.

she rolls her eyes playfully and nudges my arm.

“please just help me, math is supposed to be your thing, not mine”

she was right, math was always my strong suit, hers being english. we balance each other out, one of the many reasons i love her.

“okay so, to begin with you need-“ i started.

“this is so boring” she retorts back. “let’s do something more fun, i don’t want to study anymore. i have all weekend”

“but Paige you-“ before i could get the rest of my sentence out, she’s speaking again.

“cmon let’s go to the park or something, i can teach you how to shoot basketball” she adds.

“paige, honey it’s almost dark”

“oh well, it’s okay. not dark yet” she pleads, before adding- “i’ll drive”

“fine, let’s go”

“great!” she says, as she kisses me cheek before she stands up, i think this caught her off guard as much as it did me. her cheeks turned a light shade of pink before her lips curled into a smile while she slipped her shoes on.

this is normal friend behavior. that’s all, right?

right?

she grabs one of her many, many basketballs and we walk downstairs, getting in her car.

we get in her car, and she turns her favorite playlist on. it’s the one she always has on shuffle, it’s titled “anotha banga.” you would think since she liked english so much she would atleast spell the words right, but i guess that’s just who she was. she didn’t care about small things like that.

i care too much about the small things, and that’s my problem. but really, the “babe” and kissing me is just friendly. right?

right.

i have to keep telling myself that.

she’s straight.

right?

right.

right?

we’re driving with the windows down, it’s the beginning of april so the weather is starting to get nice again, but still chilly enough to wear hoodies and sweats everywhere. it’s a nice evening, around 60 degrees outside, and not a cloud in sight, the sunset becoming more evident and as beautiful as always.

she’s, as beautiful as always.

she’s wearing a UConn hoodie since that’s where we’re headed in the fall, yes “we’re”. I told you we really are inseparable. along with that, it’s some grey nike sweats, and her basketball shoes from 10th grade, that she thinks it’s bad luck to get rid of.

“is it too cold for you? want me to roll the windows up?” she asked me

“no i’m okay, it’s perfect”

“if you get cold, there’s an extra hoodie in the back if you want it”

i wasn’t cold, i just wanted to feel closer to her. wearing her hoodie would do for now.

i reach into the back seat and grab the hoodie, slipping it over the plain black cropped t-shirt i was wearing.

she looks over at me with a smile, straightening the hoodie out as she drives.

“you look great, you should keep that one” she says as she pats my thigh

i can feel the blush creeping across my face. my cheeks are hot at this point

“really?” is all i can manage to say back

she lets out a small laugh and returns her focus on the road

“really, it looks good on you”

she always knows exactly what to say. my lips curl into a soft, genuine smile

“well thank you, you can have one of mine next time we go to my house. your choice”

“i’m holding you to that”

“i know, don’t worry i won’t forget”

we finally make it to the park, it’s daylight but barely. the evening sun hiding behind the trees, but still casting a glow on her face that makes my heart skip a beat. she’s always been beautiful, but it’s astonishing how good she looks right now. i’d kiss her right now if i could.

she walks me over to the basketball court, talking about how she can’t wait to teach me the proper shooting form, how she can’t wait for me to watch her succeed in college ball next year.

i’m just as excited for her. i can’t wait to go through the next chapter together.

together?

you know what i mean.

we make it to the court and she immediately starts shooting, all of her shots sinking effortlessly.

“baby c’mere, your turn”

nicknames again.

i walk over to her and she positions herself behind me, handing me the ball

“okay so what you’re gonna do, is plant your feet and when you release the ball, push with your left wrist”

she makes it sound and look so easy

“paige i don’t think i can do it”

she laughs again, moves her hands to mine, helping me hold the ball how i’m supposed to

“you got it, i know you do”

she takes a step back and crosses her arms with a smile, like she’s proud of what she’s watching. she’s always wanted me to get into basketball with her, but my thing has always been soccer. it’s convenient, we can always go to each others games because our seasons don’t collide. and trust me, i’m at every single one of hers, and she’s at every single one of mine.

i shoot the ball, and as expected, it bounces off the rim and i miss.

Paige just laughs, a whole-hearted laugh, one that instantly made me laugh too.

“Paige stop i’m embarrassed” i say with a fake pout.

“no no it’s okay really” she says breathlessly, still laughing her ass off “you dummy, you’re shooting with both hands- let me help you again”

she gets back behind me and positions me again, her hands lingering on my waist for a little longer than normal before she steps back again

“you got it this time, 100%” she smiles and nods before adding, “i believe in you”

i take a deep breath and shoot the ball again, this time it swishes through the net.

i turned around and locked eyes with her, honestly i had never seen her so excited in my life. not even that time when she wrapped a string around my loose tooth and tied it to a door knob and slammed it. yes it hurt, but yes it worked.

i smile at her, and she smiles back.

“well paige, looks like you have some competition. better watch your spot on the UConn team next year”

she walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist, holding me close to her, and speaks with a warm tone.

“not even close, but that’s was a good shot if it makes you feel any better”

“it does actually, thank you”

there’s a silence, not an awkward one. it’s only silent because i caught the glance of her looking at my lips, then back up to meet my gaze again.

my cheeks flush red, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“you’re beautiful, y’know that?” she says as she brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear

i take a moment to gather my thoughts. should i say it?

no. might make things awkward.

what if it doesn’t?

i should say something.

“paige i..” i start, but then stop myself.

“you what?”

silence.

my breathing speeds up and my heart drops to my stomach.

i need to say it.

it’s eating at me.

i have to say it.

“i love you. you know that right?”- i finally speak up.

“and you know i love you too, right?”

i nod my head. - “yeah. i know”

silence again.

come on idiot. say it.

i open my mouth to talk again and she cuts me off - “you don’t have to say anything else. i know what you mean. and i promise i feel the same way”

“you do?”

she lets out a small laugh, “was it not obvious?”

“god paige i thought i was the only one feeling this way”

“you idiot, i’ve loved you for so long”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“i thought i was obvious enough”

i don’t know what took over my body in that moment, but whatever it was, im glad it did.

i leaned in and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her neck. holding her close to me like she could disappear any moment. months, years of built up feelings all slipping away between our lips.

it was slow at first. gentle, sweet. then she moved her hand to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.

she pulled away first, and rested her forehead against mine, i watched as she smiled, and still held me close.

“wanna stay with me tonight?” she asked

“of course i do, is that even a question?”

she kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently as she led us back to her car

after we get in her car, she leans her head back against the seat and looks at me, still holding my hand, that same beautiful smile playing across her lips that i’ve seen all day.

“paige?”

“mhm?” she says back quietly

“there better be a lot more kissing now that we’ve established this”

she nods her head and laughs- “oh you know it”

she leans over and gives me a quick kiss before she starts the car to head back.

“oh and one more thing” she adds

“what is it?”

“can we stop by your house so i can pick out that hoodie you promised me?”

“you’re serious?”

“of course i am, you have one of mine, so it’s only fair that i get one of my girlfriends hoodies too”

“girlfriend?”

“shit, you know what i meant, but only if you want”

“then it’s official paige, you’re my girlfriend”

“i like the sound of that”

“yeah p, me too”

we drive to my house and she picks out a grey hoodie with my soccer number on it, and she wasted no time putting it on.

[smileymoth]

Hermitcraft is like a medical malpractise central to me bc nobody has training in being a doctor (beside Gem maybe)

If you get injured/get ill your choices are: 1) chug 10 vials of health regen and hope it does something 2) die and hope you come back right 3) choose one of the other hermits to take care of you which could go in multiple different ways::

Docm can fix up your technical things and if you have any robot limbs or parts he will help you with those but otherwise I feel like he would make it worse. Like I know this guy has done self surgery. So if you're on good terms with him you could go to him and hope that you don't come out of surgery with a tracking chip planted in you or wires in your brain

Cub could probably help you. But you need to be prepared that he's going to do it in the most unconventional ways possible and theres a 1 in 4 probability it'll cause you 10 other problems that leave you dependent on him bc he needs to fix those as well now. Also be prepared for all your confidential information about your body to be shared with Scar. Somehow the most safe option in my opinion. but watch out

Gem.... With smaller problems I feel like she could help you, but you have to beg her for it because she will think you can just walk it off. Sometimes she's right, other times you'll end up at Cub's. She does know wound care. And it's proper wound care too. She'll want to duel you first tho before she helps you bc she think's it's fun and #payment

Grian can only help you if you're a hybrid, but barely. He knows more theory than practise. Do not go to him with your problems. He will make them worse somehow.

Skizzleman knows probably too much about wound care. Like all hermits have basic knowledge of immediate wound care but I feel like he would know the best. I feel like he's also a guy who has probably stitched himself up so he knows how to do sutures. He's surprisingly gentle despite him having large hands that possible couldn't do anything so delicate.

Zedaph knows some things. He knows how to do surgery. He just doesn't like doing them. He's deeply uninterested. Even though I would probably trust him more than Cub or Docm because he doesn't seem like a guy who would sabotage you on a medical level. I think he would reroute you to Cub instead without any malice.

If you have issues with your Code please go to Tango. He will probably help you fix those. He would really want to try to fix your medical problems with fiddling around with code but most of the time he starts whining and gets pathetic about it because he's scared he's gona hurt you

Only go to Cleo if you have ripped off a limb and it didn't reattach itself when you respawned. She knows how to stitch you up. She will do it without any anesthetics or painkillers so you'll have to go through with it since she wants to be sure that she connected the nerves right. If you go to her with anything else she will look at you like you're insane

[kukukurona]

I MISS YOU. — yoichi isagi.

middle picture is drawn by mg___71, i can’t find the artist for the other two :c

a/n ; little gift for @bigbootyamongusimposter because my wife is on a plane rn and i wanna surprise her when she lands

cw; established relationship, written + smau chatfic, i don’t really like this but whatever, cringe, rushed, female reader

you were so incredibly bored. despite bedrotting usually curing said boringness, it was just one of those days where tiktok and doom scrolling just wasn’t cutting it for you.

kicking your feet up, you think of things to do. days like this were normally had a go-to solution — a simple call with your boyfriend, yoichi, normally did the trick. calling was fun for the times that you couldn’t see each other in real life, however you faced one major problem — yoichi. was. asleep.

earlier that day, yoichi had football practice and ended up really tired. so as soon as he got home, he texted you of course since he wanted to talk to you — but the conversation didn’t last very long since your boyfriend was barely keeping his eyes open on his end of the screen.

it’s now been a few hours, and he’s still asleep. which is good! he should be getting his quality rest, especially since tomorrow was a weekend and this week was rough for him due to exams and football. however, how is it that since he had fallen asleep, you had taken a small nap of your own, you woke up — and he still wasn’t awake!

plus its not like you hadn’t tried to text him earlier,

it had been like three hours since you texted him that, and you wanted to text him again. it was currently 2:17 am but that wasn’t a pretty enough time + you were too lazy to get off tiktok so you decided to wait until 2:20 am for him to text him again — just gotta finish this reddit story first, you thought to yourself.

it was now 2:20 am and you thought it was time to text yoichi again, when finally you were met with the best message you could receive at that time.

you called with him while he was walking, telling him about your day and stuff. before long, he reached your house, and you opened the door for him. the call obviously ended and as soon as you saw him, you gave him a big fat hug.

he giggled, “ i missed you too, yn!” yoichi smiled at you. he passed you your outdoor slippers as yoichi continued, “ i dreamt of you during my nap, you know?” he grinned, watching your eyes lit up.

“ really?! you have to tell me about it!” you exclaim at him, you were clearly flustered while at the same thing ecstatic. yoichi laughs and says, “ well let’s get on going then!” he smiles at you, taking your hand in his as you started walking back to his place.

a/n ; okay so i do NOT like the endinf but fuess what its 3 am and i want to sleep so idgaf 💔 sorry if this sucks dnejcje this is my first smau chatfic thingie, and i got so FRUSTRATED because i dont think i can delete messages on the app im using so i kept having to restart ☹️☹️ i hope you enjoyed this though! theres a little glitch thingie i accidentally placed a divider and an image when placing the texts and they kinda merged together and idk what that is and i cant remove it soo yeah 💔. sorry if yn texts weird?? i modeled her based on how i usually text soo 😭😭😭😭

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