#not a roast^ actually a compliment

[capricores]

gemini, virgo, pisces, cancer, capricorn and scorpio placements when someone asks them to take on another responsibility when they're already overwhelmed and completely burnt out

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Rewatching JJK 😔✌️

[hymnoire]

𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐀 & 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌

       @stillresolved asked for an incorrect quote

[floorpancakes]

big big big fan of teen watanuki taking out refusing to unpack his identity and feelings on doumeki by asking him to make fun of him for being Weird and doumeki repeatedly refusing to judge and that making him mad because he has a self hating desire to be mocked and punished that will go forever unfulfilled because he is deeply loved and understood by his social circle who only roasts him when its funny and not actually something he's sensitive abt

[luna-azzurra]

Ways I Show a Character Who Believes They’re the Villain in Everyone Else’s Story

╰ Behavioral Red Flags

They assume the worst intentions in themselves, even when they act out of love. They brought you coffee? Probably just guilt. They helped you move? Must be manipulating you so you "owe" them later. (They just care. But they can't believe that's true.)

They over-apologize for existing. You bump into them and somehow they’re the ones apologizing, looking like they've personally inconvenienced your entire bloodline.

They self-monitor everything. Every joke they make. Every word they say. Every look they give. Constant little glances at people's faces, desperate for signs that they’ve messed up again.

They let people treat them badly because they think they deserve it. Rudeness? Sure. Being overlooked? Of course. Public humiliation? Absolutely par for the course. Standing up for themselves feels wrong, like a thief demanding a refund.

They preemptively distance themselves when things get good. Got a close friendship brewing? Time to pull away before they find out I'm terrible. New romance? Better end it now before they hate me.

They assume jokes about "bad people" are secretly about them. "You know those selfish jerks who never change?" someone says. Their inner monologue: That’s me. They mean me.

They play up their flaws. Self-deprecating humor, but not cute self-roasting, deep, almost aggressive, like they’re trying to hand you the knife before you even think about stabbing.

They struggle to accept forgiveness. Apologizing feels natural. Being forgiven feels alien. Like wearing shoes on the wrong feet.

╰ Thought Patterns That Wreck Them

"Even when I try to do the right thing, I mess it up." Trying doesn't absolve them. Trying just delays the inevitable hurt they’ll cause someone else."People are nice to me because they don't know who I really am." Kindness isn't acceptance to them — it's a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode when the "truth" comes out.

"If someone is angry at me, they must be right." They don't even question it. Anger directed at them must be justified. They deserve it.

"If I succeed, it's by accident. If I fail, it's because I suck." Zero credit for wins. Full credit for losses. The math of their self-esteem is so rigged it should be illegal.

"If I ask for help, I'm manipulating people." Needing something feels like emotional blackmail in their mind. Better to suffer in silence than risk "forcing" someone to care.

╰ The Tiny Physical Tells

Laughing after their own serious statements, as if to soften the blow of speaking honestly.

Keeping their hands visible when talking (subconscious "I'm not a threat" behavior).

Flinching when someone raises their voice, even if it’s not directed at them.

Making themselves physically smaller—shoulders hunched, arms crossed, shrinking into themselves like they can disappear if they just try hard enough.

Dropping eye contact when complimented.

Holding their breath without realizing it when waiting for someone's reaction.

╰The Relationships They Gravitate Toward (And Why):

Fixer-Upper Friendships: They think they have to earn affection by being useful, by helping, by being "the strong one."

Unbalanced Dynamics: They let people use them because "at least I'm being helpful, even if they don't actually care about me."

Romantic Partners Who Validate Their Worst Fears: They often fall for people who treat them like they’re a burden—because it matches the script in their head.

Or... Relationships That Terrify Them: Because if someone genuinely loves them, they’re always waiting for the moment that person "wakes up" and sees the "monster" they believe themselves to be.

╰ How They Might Heal (If They’re Lucky)

(And if the author isn’t an emotional sadist. 👀)

A relationship where mistakes are allowed, not punished.

Someone calling them out, not for being bad, but for being unkind to themselves.

Tiny acts of trust that stick over time, slowly poisoning the idea that they’re inherently toxic.

Learning that being flawed and being villainous are not the same damn thing.

Being told, over and over, "You don't have to earn love by being perfect."

[healingpage]

𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 - soobin, taehyun

ꕥ summary: When Y/N playfully suggests that Taehyun might have the better body—after a livestream that stirs up the fandom—Soobin’s pride flares in all the right ways. Determined to prove himself, he invites Taehyun over that same night, turning a harmless tease into a slow-burning standoff of tension, charm, and barely restrained desire. As the lines between competition and temptation blur, Y/N finds herself caught in a game between two irresistible men, each wanting to outdo the other—not with words, but with touch?

ꕥ pairing: boyfriend!soobin x afab!reader x taehyun

ꕥ genres: smut

ꕥ rating: 18+ mdni

ꕥ wc: 7.5k

ꕥ warning: smut! dom!soobin and dom!taehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, pet names, threesome, MMF, abs (lol that deserves its own warning), possessiveness, jealousy, degradation, overstimulation, light slut shaming, fingering, handjob, blowjob, oral (both m and f rec), squirting, double penetration, they’re competitive as fuck, reader cries, mention of safe word and traffic light system as safety, cum play and creampies lol, just raw, filthy smut. not really proofread

ꕥ taglist: @starrias @taehyunsloves @marvelwars068 @binzdoll @feet4liferss

Going through X and Tiktok is wild. The response, assumptions, everything. You gasp upon stumbling upon the context, watching the uncut one minute bits from the livestream, where they made public of the state of your boyfriend’s and his friend’s… naked bodies.

“Hey…” you begin slowly, swirling the remnants of your drink in the glass between your fingers, the ice tapping lightly against the sides. Lightly dropping your phone on the coffee table, you turn to face your boyfriend, who’s unaware of your stare, his phone in hand in landscape, probably watching something of his interest. The faint buzz of the conversation from the live still echoes in your mind, along with the chaos in the fandom that had exploded just hours ago. “They really think you and Taehyun have the best bodies?”

Soobin pauses his screen, brows raising at your sudden question. He’s on the couch, his oversized hoodie rising just enough to expose a sliver of his toned stomach he worked so hard on recently. The casual, boyish sprawl he’d sunk into on the couch suddenly seems more self-conscious. He gives you a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he isn’t sure if he is being complimented or roasted. “We were just messing around,” he mutters. “You know how they are. Where did you see that?”

“Mmm, kind of hard to miss. Everyone in X and Tiktok was going wild.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, a familiar nervous habit. “Well, we work out a lot… it’s not like we compare or anything.”

You blink in concentration, curious. “But you have seen each other?”

“Of course. We’re close, you know? It’s nothing weird.” Soobin leans in and nudges your nose lightly. “Why? Jealous?”

You grin. “Not jealous. Just curious.”

There is a beat of silence after that. His eyes search for yours, playful but thoughtful. Then, as if thinking out loud, he mumbles, “Taehyun is kind of proud of how he looks.”

You study his features slowly, resting your elbow on the back of your hand on the table. “Really,” you hum noncommittally, tapping your chin with one finger. “Where would you rank yourself?”

“Huh, first?” he only answers half a second late, making you gasp and laugh at the confidence. He looks at you confused, lost at the reaction. “Aren’t I?”

“Funny, because Yeonjun didn’t agree. Actually, he said he agrees with Taehyun’s having the best, probably number one. You… he didn’t particularly acknowledge that.”

That makes Soobin go still. It is subtle, just a twitch in his jaw, a flicker in his eyes—but you noticed. He tries to mask it with a shrug, playing cool, but you know him too well. You see how your comment affects him. You see the competitive spark it lit.

You lean in just a little closer, letting your voice drop into a teasing lilt. “I mean, Taehyun’s built, and he knows it. He doesn’t even try to hide it when he takes off his shirt. You, though…” You let your gaze drift down his body deliberately, then back up. “You’re more modest. Almost shy.”

“I’m not shy,” he says, again, too quickly.

You huff. “Debatable.”

“You want proof?” he asks quietly, voice velvet-smooth. His deep almond eyes narrow at you, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The flicker in his gaze has changed, no longer wounded and uncertain, but sharp. Focused. A little dangerous.

You tilt your head, not answering right away. There is this heat building in the air now — something that feels slow and electric, like the hush before a thunderstorm. “What do you mean?”

“I could call Taehyun right now,” Soobin declares, reaching for his phone, the words slipping out so casually it makes your heart skip. “Have him come over. Let you see for yourself.”

You blink. You’d only mean to push his buttons, just a little. You did not expect to flip a switch. “Wait—you’re serious?”

He doesn’t even look at you as he pulls up his messages, thumb scrolling smoothly through his contacts. “You said he’s better,” Soobin states, tone cool, passive aggressive. “Let’s see it.”

Your pulse kicks up, equal parts of excitement and nerves. This isn’t the playful banter you’d started with. Something is shifting. The air has thickened around you, humming with anticipation, with challenge. A dangerous one at that.

"Soobin—" you start whining, hesitant to apologise but he cuts you off with a glance. Not angry. Not upset. Just... determined.

“He probably won’t say no,” he adds, as if reading your hesitation. “And you? You brought this on yourself. Wanna see,” he implies, voice low and slow, “...which one of us will drive you more crazy?”

Your breath hitch. Not because you were surprised—but because, suddenly, you aren’t sure if you don’t want to find out.

And just like that, the text is sent. Read. Some seconds later, the notification chimes. Replied. You see Soobin replying something too, but did not have the guts to ask what.

The chill room suddenly feels smaller, warmer, like the walls themselves were leaning in to listen. You feel more suffocated as minutes pass by. Soobin sits back on the couch, unaffected as he continues watching his phone while you panic inside. His arms are stretched behind his head, casual, an act that is innocent and familiar—but you couldn’t help but have an intense stare at the muscles that pop up a little. You try to read his facial expression, you see his relaxed state, but there’s a bit of tension running through his jaw. Through the way he waits.

You couldn’t stop replaying what you have just done—what you have started. A little teasing that actually, you don’t know, turns into this. And now, there’s no taking it back.

Taehyun arrives sometime later. Three sharp knocks sound at the door, each one striking like punctuation on something you hadn’t meant to write. The air goes still. Heavy. Soobin says something like "he's here," as you panic inside.

Wanna see which one of us will drive you more crazy?

The words echo in your head like a dare you’re already halfway to accepting.

You swallow and eyes Soobin as he makes his way to the door, his steps slow, measured, betraying the pulse racing beneath your skin. When he opens it, Taehyun stands on the threshold, relaxed, eyes sparkling with something close to mischief.

“Evening,” he says, voice smooth, familiar. He’s dressed in black top to bottom—always sleek, always understated. There’s a chain around his neck, a glint of metal at his throat, and his hair is styled just enough for you to be staring.

He glances past you, walking straight into the living room. “Didn’t think I’d be getting called in as backup tonight.”

“So…” he says, eyes flicking to yours, “this about me being hotter?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out fast enough. “That’s not exactly what I—”

“Yeonjun said it,” Soobin interrupts. He’s standing straight now, gaze steady. “Y/N just agreed.”

You shoot him a look, but he doesn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk deepens. Taehyun laughs, amused, stretching one arm lazily behind his neck. “Didn’t realize we were holding auditions.”

“Thought we’d let her decide in person,” Soobin suggests, sirens blaring inside your head as you feel so small between them, ashamed a bit.

Taehyun raises a brow. “What, like a live ranking?”

Soobin shrugs, slow and deliberate. “Not ranking. A challenge.”

There’s a beat of silence. The kind that thickens between three people who all know exactly what’s being left unsaid.

Taehyun’s grin fades just slightly—his posture relaxes, but his gaze sharpens. He steps closer, like he’s testing the edge of something invisible, watching for your reaction.

“And how exactly are we supposed to settle that?” he asks, voice lower now, more focused.

You don’t breathe. Because you feel it—this subtle shift in energy. The way your body lights up under both of their eyes. The way your thoughts begin to spiral, messy and unfiltered.

Soobin answers without hesitation. “Easy. We see who drives her crazier.”

Taehyun turns to you now, slowly, like he’s decided to take this seriously. His voice softens into something deliberate, intimate.

“What about you?” he asks. “You good at handling attention from two guys at once?”

The question lands with a quiet, wicked weight. Not accusatory. Just curious. Dangerous. And you are sure now it’s not innocent anymore. Not just you comparing their toned abs, everything. It’s even more specific, detailed and explicit.

You should laugh. Shrug it off. Pretend it’s just a joke. But you don’t. Because the truth is, your mouth is dry, your skin is warm, and every part of you is suddenly aware of where this is going.

And the worse part? You don’t think you don’t wanna do it anyway.

You sit on the bed in the room Soobin sends you off to. You don’t remember much, Soobin doing most of the talking for you as he commands you to wait there for a bit. You oblige without asking much, leaving the two in the living room as you shut the door, waiting patiently for things to unfold.

You imagine them in the living room, still standing a few feet apart. Maybe Taehyun is asking questions. Maybe Soobin is explaining boundaries. Or maybe they’re just… quiet. Measuring each other. Waiting, too.

Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time isn’t working the way it usually does. Then you hear the door open, and footsteps. Soobin steps inside, alone.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it for a moment, watching you. His expression is unreadable at first—serious, searching, but his shoulders relax slightly when he sees the way you're looking at him. You don’t speak, just hold his gaze. You want him to make the first move. He always knows where to start.

“Hey,” he says, coming to stand in front of you. He’s close, but not crowding. His eyes meet yours fully, stripping away all the teasing from earlier. “Before anything happens… talk to me.”

The shift in his tone anchors you. His hand brushes your arm, gentle, grounding.

“We don’t go further unless you want to,” he says. “Fully. Not just because it’s hot or because you teased me into this. I need to know if this is something you want.”

Your heart thuds. Not because you’re unsure. But because he’s doing this—right. Carefully. With that soft steadiness that always reminded you why you trusted him with your whole heart.

“I want to,” you say softly. “But I don’t know what to do.”

Soobin’s lips twitch into a small smile, warm, not smug. “That’s okay. I can lead, even we, if you want.”

“I’d like that,” you pause, Soobin grabbing your hand and squeezing it softly. “Do we stop if things get… uncomfortable?”

“Absolutely,” Soobin says without missing a beat. “You say the word and we stop. No questions, no hesitation.”

You nod slowly, digesting the situation. “And you’re okay with this? With… sharing?”

He stays silent, just for a second. Then he gives you a look that’s equal parts fond and intense. “I’m okay with you being curious. I want you to feel safe, not torn. This isn’t a game to mess with you. If we’re doing this, it’s together.”

“Oh, he knows the boundaries,” Soobin clarifies, addressing the nerve and tension you are feeling. “And I reminded him again. Nothing happens without you saying yes. Every step of the way.”

You nod slowly. “And you?”

He lifts your chin gently between two fingers. His eyes flick down to your lips, giving a quick peck there before his eyes go back up on yours again. “I’m not doing this to test you. Or prove something. I want you to feel…” He pauses. “Worshipped. But safe. Do you trust me?”

You nod again, firmer this time. “Yes.”

His smile is soft, almost reverent, muttering a praise of, “Good girl.” That did something to your stomach.

He steps back, just far enough to move toward the door again. Before he opens it, he looks over his shoulder, catching you smiling, cheeks a bit flushed and nodding.

And this time, when Taehyun walks in, it’s different. Slower. Intentional. His eyes flick to you instantly, taking in your posture, your expression, the way you're sitting now on the edge of the bed, half-steady, half-burning.

He says nothing yet. Just closes the door behind him.

Soobin takes his place beside you, his hand brushing briefly against your shoulder as if to say I’m here. Taehyun’s gaze moves to him, then back to you. There’s no awkwardness, no smirk, no cocky line ready to go. Just quiet understanding, and an overwhelming confidence aura that he seems to always have it within. And the unspeakable heat, ready to untangle between the three of you.

“One rule,” Soobin says, his hand settling lightly against your back. “She’s the center of this. Not me. Not you.”

Taehyun nods once. “Understood.”

Soobin takes the cue to sit down on the bed, pulling you to sit on his lap, facing the standing Taehyun. He turns your face towards him, holding your jaw as you get the first kiss of tonight. Soobin chuckles, pulling away from the kiss as he senses your cheeks getting more red as you make eye contact with Taehyun.

“Don’t be shy. How are you gonna survive me, and him both?” The tease is subtle, you gasping as Taehyun stretches out his hand, touching your clothed self. The touch foreign to you, but you are not backing away, softly whining as he slightly runs his hand around your chest. Your boyfriend’s hand is now travelling south, playing with the hem of your shorts.

Taehyun closes the gap between both of you, tugging your top, “Can I?” he asks, you hesitantly nod, raising your arms a bit as you let the shirt fall down on the floor. You hear both of the guys cursing softly as their eyes are blessed with the view. You had no idea choosing a simple lace baby pink bra would rile them up like this, Soobin cups your breasts through it, kissing your neck, leaving a few bruises there just as you like it.

“Feels good, princess?” Soobin questions, unclasping the strap and letting it get loose, earning a satisfied hum from Taehyun as he watches.

“Yes,” you reply, voice hoarse out of nowhere. Soobin chuckles, pulling the bra off you and catching both your wrists before you could cover them.

“How is she? My girl’s pretty, isn't she?”

The question is for Taehyun. You feel your heart racing at the possessiveness of his tone, the grip on your waist but here you are, all displayed for his friend to see.

“Very,” Taehyun’s voice is calm, collected as he takes time to stare. His eyes follow the movement of the leader’s hand, sneaking a glance to your face from time to time. You got too caught up in the moment, realising that your shorts are off you now. You feel the fingers of Soobin on your clothed pussy, hearing his laugh at the way your core is dripping and sticking to the panty.

“You’re very excited for this considering that shy attitude earlier,” Taehyun comments, grabbing your thighs, helping them to spread wider. Soobin grins at that, “She’s much more wild than she seems.”

You feel Soobin growing hard under you, poking your ass so you try to get your hands on his bulge, but Soobin is quick to stop you. “No touching yet,” his command is soft, but stern. You freeze at that, letting your palm rest on your own thighs instead, before Taehyun intertwines it with his.

Soobin is going much slower tonight, he keeps fidgeting with the only fabric left on you, directly touching your core before pulling it away and teasing, growing you frustrated by the second. “Soobin,” you try to scold him.

“What, baby?”

“Need more,” you protest.

“Tell Taehyun what you want,” he directs, your gaze falling on the said man, his neck tensed as you grab him closer by tugging his shirt.

“Taehyun?”

“I’m here, doll,” his voice deep as he slowly breathes out.

“Want your fingers on me, please,” your voice sounds as pleading as possible, escaping a scoff from Soobin.

“Already begging for him? I was the one who touched you earlier,” the tone filled with jealousy, making Taehyun smirks. “Not my fault she finds me hotter.”

“That’s not true,” Soobin swiftly disagrees, though he doesn’t complain when Taehyun’s finger brushes against your clit, pressing his index finger there and circling it. You moan softly, enjoying the touch.

“This what you want, doll?” he asks, playing with your pussy lips next, a grunt leaves your mouth at that. You give him an eager nod of your head, and Soobin brings his hand up to tilt your head, his mouth now hot on your throat. The throbbing between your thighs grows painful, and you squirm against Taehyun’s roaming hands, while your boyfriend’s hand makes its way to play with your breast, Taehyun’s veiny hand teases your aching clit. “More, please.”

“More? Be specific.” he lands a slap on it, your mouth hangs open at the unexpected pain.

“Fuck! Inside, inside. Your fingers. Need them inside,” you immediately say, words mumbled together but still understandable. Taehyun’s middle finger slides along your hole, your breath hitches as you try to stay still, head landing on Soobin’s shoulder as he uses one of his hands to grab your inner thigh, spreading your hole for his friend.

“What a pretty little play thing,” Taehyun lets out his praise for you as he slides the finger in, feeling your walls making way for the foreign thing to go inside. You bite your lip, his fingers are definitely not as long as Soobin’s, but their girth is something. He adds a second finger, then third. “Fuck, you’re doing so well, hmm?”

“Make her cum on your fingers,” Soobin states, Taehyun instantly nodding, “Of course. This hole is gripping me like they don’t want me out.”

The stretch is slowly burning, and you are so wet it makes a squelching sound as his fingers go in and out of you. Closing your eyes, you plead Taehyun to go faster, and direct him to your spot as you can feel yourself closer. Soobin groans as you finally reach the first orgasm of the night, on his friend’s fingers, that Taehyun licks your arousal around his fingers as he takes his fingers out from you.

They let you catch your breath for a while, Soobin’s hand never stops caressing your thighs, calming you. Your sight falls on both of them, still fully clothed and that makes you feel a bit irritated. “Clothes off, both of you.”

“Why don’t you help us with that? See which one you’d like better.” You could hear the hint of tease and suggestiveness in Taehyun’s tone, referring exactly to what leads to this. You turn your head to Soobin, he’s not saying anything but his gaze is darkened now, catching you on guard.

“Can I touch you?” you don’t forget to ask for his permission, remembering how he told you no touching minutes ago. Soobin whispers a silenced approval, so you leave his lap, knees shaking a bit from earlier and you move your hand to his shoulder, tugging at his hoodie string a bit before moving your hands down, both hands clutching the fabric of his hoodie. The atmosphere becomes hotter after that, you absentmindedly tracing the outline of his abs that catches your attention. What you didn’t notice is the smirk sent by Soobin to Taehyun’s way, the latter scoffing at the pettiness.

“I’m taking this off too, ‘kay?” you enunciate with confidence, bending down as soon as Soobin nods. Then all that covers him is off from him within an instant, your eyes are met with his bulge, leaving you gasping at the sight. The seconds feel too long for the slightly upset Taehyun.

“I’m feeling left out here, y/n.”

You are taken aback, hands come to a stop hearing the bitter voice coming from Taehyun. His hands find your wrist, pulling you a bit as he motions you to undress him. You hesitantly put your hand on his stomach, the thin shirt barely doing anything to cover his row of lean muscle there. His shirt clings to his abs, outlining every ridge and groove like sculpture.

“Better than him, right?” is the first sentence that left Taehyun’s lips. You stay silent, peeking to Soobin as you notice him rolling his eyes at the younger’s exclamation. “I would not say yes if I was you, y/n.”

“Come and see for yourself, then,” Taehyun mumbles under his breath, encouraging you to unravel his button down shirt. You swiftly, yet still carefully do so, Taehyun tensing up, feeling the intense heat from your touch on his skin. Once you are done with six of them, Taehyun untangle the sleeve from his arms, the shirt carelessly being tossed by him to the nearest cabinet, that being your dressing table.

You could not help the squeak you let out at Taehyun’s sudden bringing of your palm to his traced abs, “You can survive a touch, I won’t bite. Unless you want.”

Soobin shoots him a sharp look, barely holding back a sarcastic remark. He does not interrupt somehow, choosing to enjoy the show as he sits at the corner of the bed quietly.

“I will let you handle the rest,” Taehyun insists, letting your hand go as he directs them to his pants. You kneel, staring up to him with doe eyes, undoing his bottoms with ease. He hums satisfied at your experience, his cock appearing hard. He is slightly girthier than Soobin’s, his tip ready with pre cum as you slightly tease him by kissing it. He growls, grabbing your head and warns “You don’t get to tease us today.”

You comply, earning an urge from him to suck him, his hands are grabbing onto your hair as you slowly sink him into your warm mouth, slurping and swallowing sounds around his cock. Taehyun settles your hair into a makeshift ponytail, to keep it out of your way, and some of his moans cloud into the air as his hips jolt forward to chase his high.

“Doing so well, doll,” he utters a praise, feeling proud like he’s just won the petty competition by the way you’re bobbing your head and humming around his inches. His eyes fall into the space Soobin is in, sending a mere smirk his way as he senses the tense, jealousy and possessiveness lying undertone of the calming state that Soobin carries. The sound of your whimper snapping his attention from Soobin, as he feels the orgasm building up quickly, your eyes have been watery now at the intensity.

“Wrap your hands around what your mouth can’t fit,” he directs softly, waiting for you to do so. You oblige in seconds, a tear slips down your cheek as he hits the back of your throat. The sight makes Taehyun moan, mumbling how pretty you look at his mercy. He has to tighten his hold on your hair to stop himself from letting out a louder moan. The slight pain unintentionally has you whining around his length, and then he’s letting out the loudest whine of your name as you feel his cum spurting inside. You take everything he gives you, your drool and the remainder of his cum connects between you when you pull him off.

You stay on the floor for a while, catching your breathing properly. Moments later you are pulled by Soobin, his kiss pressing to your lips instantly. You have your hand around his neck, deepening the kiss before he’s leading you on the bed. The soft mattress hits your back after that, and instinctively, your hands are on his back, trying to make an effort to get your boyfriend on top of you but he has another plan.

“Patience, darling,” he coaxes, basking in your half open lid. Your core is aching to be filled, with anything, feeling awfully empty after all the foreplay. You gawk on him, confused as he gently removes the hair from your damp sweaty face, taking a seat just next to your head.

Your begging does not go unnoticed though, as you are manhandled by Taehyun, him spreading your legs, ordering you to spread it wider as he positions himself at your entrance. Your breath hitches as he sinks into you for the first time, your walls enveloping him warmly that has his mouth grunting your name.

“Shit—you feel so fucking good.” Taehyun grips on your waist, his thrust speeding when you’re fully adjusted around him. Your eyes are rolled as the pace shifts, grabbing on his shoulders for support. It feels like he’s punching the air out from your lungs, your moans filling the room. You stutter a broken cry when Soobin’s hand finds itself on your breasts, fondling them just the way you like it. He moves closer to them before sucking on your right one, his other hand giving attention to the other. Before you know it, your hand leaves Taehyun’s shoulder, instead holding onto Soobin’s natural hair on your chest.

Disliking the way you are distracted by Soobin, Taehyun takes a hold of your left leg, bending them close to your chest as you voice out “Aa—ah,” at the sudden angle change. “You just got tighter, babe, you like being used at our mercy?” he asks, his sinister smile breaks out as you could only respond with whines, unable to construct a proper word. The pleasure goes on for a while, you are nothing but a moaning mess as both of them wreck you closer to your limits. You cream around Taehyun’s cock with a loud whimper of his name, back arching off the bed. His thrust stops for a bit, before he is pulling out of you, making you sigh at the loss.

“Turn around,” Taehyun commands, tapping your waist twice as he waits for you to get into position.

“What?” you question, your focus losing as your eyes tremble with tears. You are replied with a smack on your hips, wincing at the pain. “I said fucking turn around.”

Your legs shake as you try your best to do as he told you, too slow that ignites the breaking of patience of Taehyun. “Fine, gotta do everything myself. Your fucking boyfriend treats you like a pillow princess I guess.” He manhandles you onto all fours, pressing on your back waist to get you into that beautiful arch.

You are now facing Soobin with the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Your half open eyes, the stream of tears drying on your cheeks, your lips pouting, and the cherry on top being your drool that has become a mess on your chin. He tugs on your neck slightly, choking you as you roll your eyes when Taehyun is inside you again.

“Let me fuck you right, hmm, doll? Show your lovely boyfriend that you can handle being treated like a slut,” he’s mumbling bitter praises, yet you are so turned on that you grow wetter on his cock. “Fuck, she’s fucking dripping on me, Soobin. Too dumb to follow simple instructions, but she’s enjoying this too much.”

Soobin has been examining your whole body language as you are on your hands and knees, be it your opened mouth, your strained whimpers, your heaving chest, your jelly legs that has now been supported by Taehyun himself. You look so perfectly wrecked, that he can’t bring himself to stop Taehyun from degrading you, when usually he himself rarely does to you, but your tears are rolling non stop hence he inquires, “Your colour, princess?”

“Huh, umph, green, oh my God—” you stumble face first on the sheets, the familiar peak creeping inside your stomach as Taehyun laughs madly at your answer, his dominant left hand landing a few smack on your ass. “Told you she can take it.”

Taehyun wastes no time as he feels his own high approaching, one hand grabbing on your hair and his other hand roughly fondling your ass, nails digging fresh marks into the flesh. You pant pathetically, short, repetitive moans accompanying each of his thrust into you.

Soobin’s gentle consideration for you is thrown out of the window now as he kneels, his tip touching your face. You let your lips part for him, his length being invited into your warm mouth. Soobin hisses and thrusts wildly, your mouth that envelopes him vibrating each time you moan has him twitching.

The sound of Taehyun and your skin slapping against each other in a pace that is quicker than anything your thighs could keep up with has Taehyun in bliss. He rubs the skin of your bottom that is reddening by time, sending him over the edge as you feel the first load of the night inside. "Yes. Fuck—yes. Good fucking doll..." he moans out. He’s pulling out even before he’s finished cumming, his cream spreading all over your pussy lips. He licks his lips at the sight, fingers uncontrollably making a mess on your pussy with them. Your soft whine breaks out around Soobin’s dick as Taehyun’s fingers are teasing your clit.

“Shit—baby, need you,” you are interrupted by Soobin’s desperate voice, he’s pushing your head away before his cock leaves your mouth. Soobin is all over you before you can even process it, his big hands position you on top of him, his cock already nudging at your wet entrance. He doesn’t care that it has his friend’s cum all over, you place your hands on his chest, steadying yourself as your whole body burns hot as he presses you down into him.

You would generally have to take your time with your boyfriend’s dick, but not tonight. His whole length is inside you within seconds, thanks to all the natural lube from your previous orgasms and Taehyun's nut. He is already fucking into you with deep, desperate thrusts, his bulge evident on your lower stomach as he forces you to take all of him like this. He is fucking you so good, like he couldn’t wait for even a minute anymore, like he needed you the second he got his hands on you. He’s panting against your neck, whining as he sinks his teeth into your skin, sucking marks that he would adore later.

“Baby,” he groans, his deep voice shifts to a needy whimper. “You feel so good—baby, you’re so—tight—fuck, all that and still clenches on me like that.” You could do nothing but moan out his name, brain too fogged up with the intensity of his thrust, you could not remember when was the last time he was this harsh on you.

“This pussy misses me, hmm? Taehyun’s not enough to satisfy her?” he teases, grunts at how tight and warm you feel wrapped around him, tone filled with competitiveness, trying to show his friend who you really belong to. Taehyun says nothing, jaw clenching as he shifts closer to you, your soft hands are on his dick, pumping him as you are being treated like a mere fuckdoll to them.

Soobin’s heaving on your neck, nudging his nose against your jaw—humming at all marks that are starting to show, an evidence that you are his. His hands skilfully plays around your clit, “Oh—! Shit!” you curse as your eyes are rolled back, squirming on Soobin’s lap. His other hand catches your waist, keeping you in place as your tears start to come back as he’s making you take all his deep thrust, particularly angling to the spot that he has knowledge you are most sensitive to. Your entire mind crumbles, feeling that your high will unravel anytime with how experienced he is with you. “Please—please, Soobinie! Arghh!”

It is not a surprise that you squirt all over him after, sobbing as his cock being forcefully pushed out, he has you blacked out for a moment, head falling on his chest as he lets you calm down, rubbing your back lovingly. He smirks confidently to Taehyun, the snide remark follows after, “Think you can outdo the doer?”

“Anyone could do that, I was just more cautious as I don’t know her limits well,” Taehyun snaps back, refusing to back up from the fight. They simply wait for almost a minute, waiting for you to open your eyes or say anything. Soobin patiently caresses your waist, asking if you’re okay to continue. You nod your head not even five seconds later. “Sure, you haven’t come yet.”

“Hear that? She wants my load,” Soobin brags, his cock makes its way inside again, you whimper at the intrusion, your legs shaky as you attempt to ride him. Soobin lays his back on the bed, letting you take control this time. Your bouncing tits being groped by him, your soft moans curl around the room like heaven.

Taehyun takes the chance to creep behind your back, his cock head prodding against the same hole Soobin is in. You freeze, trying to comprehend the situation you’ve never been into. Soobin, acknowledging your hesitation, grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “Can you, princess? We’d be gentle, at first.”

“Uhh, never done that before, we–we could try, I guess,” you mumble your answer reluctantly, voice so slow they’d not hear it if the room isn’t silent.

“We’d stop anytime if you don’t feel like it, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me your colours,” Soobin reminds you of your set up safe words, his tone so caring, the touch on your waist secure, and your hand in his perfectly reminds you that you are well taken care of. You nod, confirming that you affirmatively want this. “Good girl.”

As quick as Soobin’s words left his mouth though, the tip of Taehyun’s cock is being pressed against you. Wasting no time, he slid in quite easily, you choke a moan as your walls struggle to fit them both in. He's going slow at first, Soobin’s growls here and there as he’s also sensitive, having another cock right beside him. “It—it feels weird, can I have a moment?” you voice out, a single tear escaping at the first time feeling.

“Of course, doll,” Taehyun pauses all his movements, he’s giving your back kisses as you relax. A minute passes, then two, as you feel yourself adjusting to their sizes. “Okay, please—please continue.”

“I promise it’ll feel good later,” Soobin promises, giving your lips a peck as Taehyun starts to move slightly, pulling out before pushing in again. “Don’t hurt her,” he does not forget to alert Taehyun, you could not see your behind but the younger guy’s nodding at Soobin. His thrusts start slow, incoherent whines from three of you filling the room. You gasp at how full you feel, whereas both of them grunts when Taehyun’s whole length is fitted inside you.

Taehyun leans forward, pressing all his weight into you. You are indeed, a pillow princess, as Taehyun does all the work, his pumping helps you in riding your boyfriend’s dick as well. Soobin touches your lower belly, feeling both of their cocks there as you let out the whiniest moan at the sight. Soobin chuckles for a second before moaning, “You like that, don’t you?”

You’re already too fucked out to reply back, barely able to think at the way they are re-arranging your guts. Every thrust pushes all the air out of your lungs, your head full of nothing but the feeling of them—Taehyun’s weight on your back, Soobin’s heat on your front, their cock twitching inside you as they keep rutting against each other inside you.

“Soobin—need, need your cum. You and Taehyun’s, please. Inside! Wanna be full of your cum!”

The statements are enough for these men to go crazy on you. “Fuck, you don’t just say that and expect us to not lose control,” Taehyun frantically snaps, furious at your words as his thrusts suddenly hardens. Soobin does not hold back this time, amused at your new limits that he thankfully discovers today. His arms wrap around you instantly as he moves his hips upward to also pump into you. You let yourself left at their mercy, your right hand on Soobin’s chest and left hand gripping onto Taehyun’s biceps on your side.

“Ngh—fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” Soobin whines, he’s fully seated now, delivering his thrusts into you the same pace as Taehyun. He has his forehead pressing against yours. “Gonna—fuck! Gonna stuff you full, baby, nggh—” And he does. He buries himself to the hilt, his body trembling as he cums, filling you up so much, so deep—still pressing hot kisses against your lips.

The spurt of Soobin’s cum sends Taehyun and you over the edge, his biggest whimper of your name heard as he also explodes inside. The two men grunts at the feeling, you have never felt stickier your whole life. You three take time to relax, Taehyun's being the first to move as he pulls out of you, cock softening as he presses deep, gentle kisses on your shoulder. “Took it like a champ.”

Your body shakes as suddenly you are thrown onto your back, Soobin getting on top of you as he starts moving again, as if he can’t stop. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders, him manhandling you into the mating press position. Taehyun shudders at the sight, choosing to sit front row on the couch over the window of your room.

“Just one more, pretty,” he whimpers, rolling his hips against yours, cock still twitching inside you. His voice is all shaky and breathless as he calls you by name, nicknames, all sorts of things he can think of, as he pins you down again. “Just—fuck—just one more, baby, I promise—”

“Oh! Soobin! Fuck, hnghh, please,” you moan out loudly, uncaring at how you could probably wakes the neighbours up. He has both your hands pinned down on your head, your pussy welcoming him every time, and it feels painfully good that you could not bring yourself to even say yellow to beg him to slow down.

“Shit—shit, I can’t—” He cuts himself off with a choked little gasp, watching how their cum is being pushed out from you at his thrusts, his big hands gripping your hips like he’s scared you’ll slip away if he lets go for even a second. “So fucking tight—squeezin’ me so good—mmf—please, baby, princess, I need it—need to show him how it’s done!”

It’s not like you could stop him. As if you’re anything but a dumb little mess under him, movements restricted fully, brain completely shut, mouth hanging open in wordless little gasps. You can’t even think of Taehyun at the way he’s pounding into you now, desperate and wild, messy kisses all over your face, your lips, anywhere his heart shaped lips can reach. “Pussy spent but still taking me so well, y’want me to breed you stupid, huh? Want me t’fill you up again? Show Taehyun how it’s done? Want me to stuff you full and messy?”

He’s buried deep inside you, moving with such perfect, needy rhythm that you can’t even respond—completely lost in it, clinging to him with nothing left to give. And he adores it—adores how you’ve already melted into something that only he can command. The ego boost as you mutter his name—again and again, like a prayer, your cunt clenching around him like you are made for him, and him only.

“Ohh, fuck, baby—you’re gonna cum?” his voice wavers, also just as wrecked and breathless, watching you fall apart underneath him and he fucks you through it, grinding his hips against yours as he chases his climax. “Fuck—feel so tight when you come—y/n—baby, I’m cumming inside, make you all pretty and full of me.”

At some point, Soobin lets go of your wrists, allowing your hand to scramble in finding its way to Soobin’s shoulders, as you lay there, full on sobbing and taking his load. You feel boneless against his frame, as you attempt to recover from the session, breathing out in stuttered gasps. Soobin has his face resting on your collarbone, gently using his fingers to ease you from your high, his touch nothing but tender on every part of your body that he cherishes so much. As you relax from the hardest night you are laid, you feel Soobin’s even breath against your neck. His cock has already softened, out of you as he checks for your reaction. “Alright?”

“Yeah–” your words come out raspy, Taehyun handing you a glass of plain water that you had no idea when he got them. You let the water down your throat, some of it spilling on you. “Slowly,” Soobin scolds you for it, and you chuck the water down carefully this time. Taehyun takes the empty glass, a head pat accompanies his praises for you for doing so well.

And with tenderness, Soobin leans down, gently rubbing your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He exhales, lifting his head just in time for Taehyun to press a kiss to the top of your head. It doesn’t take long for Taehyun to rise to his feet quietly, brushing himself off and saying goodbye, leaving Soobin to be in charge again.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” He’s back to being a gentle giant, picking up a pillow as he lays your head on it. You just give him a small smile, ensuring that you are perfectly fine before having your eyes closed. Soobin protests at first, insisting that he needs to clean you up first, that you haven’t had proper dinner yet and that you deserve the world’s best aftercare.

“Do as you please, you drained the shit out of me,” you simply respond, your eyes grow heavy, blinking slower each time, until they hover at half-mast. Limbs feel loose and weightless, like they’re drifting underwater. Every sentence of your boyfriend grows distant, as all you want is the warmth of a pillow, the hush of stillness and his comforting presence. Soobin huffs, giving up as he pulls you to his chest, traces of kisses planted on the crown of your head.

Well… at least Soobin’s sure he’s the winner this time.

[keirareidss]

suggestive comments and coffee stains -s.r

♡ summary: you're obsessed with teasing your adorable, easily-flustered co-worker pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, suggestive language, case details, wc: 2.7k based on this request

Another serial killer has brought the BAU to Nebraska for their expertise. You were new to the team, but skilled nonetheless. Aaron Hotchner had you transferred from the organized crime division a few weeks ago and this was your second case with your new teammates.

You'd already taken a liking to Garcia and you bonded with Agent Prentiss pretty quickly. The person who intrigued you the most, though, was Agent Reid. He was a genius, an IQ of 187 and he could read 20,000 words a minute. He also had the most adorable blush on his face whenever you gave him a compliment, which you made sure to do often.

Him and his sweater vest stole your heart from the moment you saw him. He'd given you that little tight-lipped smile and a wave when you joined the team and made you a coffee the next day.

Looks like pretty boy has a crush. You heard Morgan teasing him in the kitchen later.

No. I'm just... welcoming her. You hoped that wasn't true. To be honest, you were developing a little crush on the young man. He was endearing with his little rambles and his glasses.

The unsub was kidnapping and torturing young men, signs of sexual assault found when their bodies were dumped. You arrived in Nebraska, heading to the police station to set up. Hotch sent Morgan and Prentiss to the last dump sites, JJ to talk to the press, and he went with Rossi to the morgue. You and Spencer stayed behind to make the geographical profile.

"So what do you like to do in your free time?" You asked, sitting at the conference table, your feet kicked up on it, a file in your lap. Spencer was up at the board pushing pins into the map.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed at your sudden questioning.

"Like, do you have any hobbies?"

"Oh. I- I don't know. Sometimes I play chess in the park."

"Oh, fun. You should teach me how."

"You don't know how to play chess?" He turned around fully now, tilting his head.

"No, but I know a few chess jokes."

"Really? Tell me one."

"Why does MC Hammer only play blindfold chess?"

"Why?"

"He won't let anyone touch his pieces." You respond, grinning in anticipation for his laughter but it didn't come. Only a furrow of his eyebrows once again.

"What does blindfold chess have to do with touching pieces?" You smile drops slightly at having to explain the joke.

"Well you call out the coordinates, not play with actual pieces. There's no board in blindfold chess."

"If there's no board why is there a blindfold?" You giggled at him.

"You're thinking way too far into this." He frowns, turning back to the map. You stood up, striding over to him. "What about this one?" He looked over at you and leaned closer to him. "I'll play with your pawn all night until it turns into the knight I'm looking for." His face goes red and he looks away.

"I- I think I liked the other one better." He stammered, avoiding eye contact. You headed back to your seat as Spencer kept his back fully to you, hiding his blush.

Caffeine was needed if you were going to get through this, this job truly worsened your coffee addiction, so you were going out on a coffee run, bringing Spencer with you. For help carrying the cups, of course.

You headed to a cafe nearby, wanting better quality coffee than the stale police precinct stuff. It was early enough in the case that you weren't in your groove yet. You didn't have many leads so all you could do was wait for something big to happen. You know when you're cutting something and the scissors just start gliding cleanly? That's the feeling you were anticipating. The smooth glide of the denouement.

Spencer walked alongside you, his hands moving animatedly in the air as he explained growing conditions, processing methods, roasting styles, and whatever came to mind about coffee beans. You'd prompted the ramble, asking him purposefully, 'why does coffee taste different in different places?'

The bell above you dinged as you opened the door to the cafe, Spencer pausing his rant so you could order your long list of requests from the team. He continued talking as you waited for the drinks, standing against the wall. You watched him with a small smile, his excitement in his knowledge clear from his face and demeanor.

Eventually, his rant came to an end and he went silent with an awkward little, 'so... yeah'. He'd somehow made his way from coffee beans to frog habitats and you didn't even remember your initial question.

"You really know a lot." You said in awe. He ran a hand through his hair, looking down with a blush.

"Yeah, I guess." Your name is called and you go to grab the drink holder, Spencer picking up the other two drinks. He follows you to the small counter on the other side of the cafe where you set down the drinks to grab straws. You turned to grab the two drinks from Spencer, not realizing how close to you he was. You walked right into his hand as he was holding it out to you, the drink spilling all over your button up (thank god it was an iced coffee).

Spencer's eyes widened comically and he quickly grabbed a handful of napkins rubbing at your shirt.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, that- I didn't mean to- I was just-"

"Spencer, it's alright." You chuckled, looking down at his hand. If there wasn't a napkin in his hand he would be basically pawing at your breasts. You could feel the coffee staining your shirt, soaking through to your skin as something else was soaking your panties between your legs.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated, wincing when the stain didn't come out. "I- um, you can take my jacket." He stammered, pulling his blazer off.

"It's okay Spencer. You know," You step closer, tilting your head back to look in his eyes. "I would have been wet no matter what, seeing you." You would think he was a malfunctioned robot the way he froze, mouth agape, speechless. You raised your eyebrows, a teasing grin on your face.

"I- I don't-" Okay, he really was malfunctioning. You Took the blazer from him, putting it on before cleaning up the rest of the coffee spill. You left him standing there wide-eyed, heading to the counter to re-order JJ's drink. He'd apparently gathered himself by the time you got back to him, holding one of the drinks and waiting for you to give him the other one.

He was quiet on the walk back, his face still bright red to the tips of his ears. What you didn't realize was that his mind was racing. Sure, he's been flirted with before, but not from someone he liked to call a friend. He couldn't tell if you were being serious. Were you actually interested in him or did you just want a quick fuck? He didn't know which he preferred.

On one hand, he was sure he wasn't in love with you. It was just a little crush. It happens. On the other hand, he didn't know if he'd be able to have a one night stand with you and not catch feelings. He could see it happening pretty clearly, you would fuck him in a hotel room or something, and he'd be lusting after you for the rest of his long, miserable career. God, why did you have to say that to him?

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird." You confronted Spencer a few days into the case. It was looking like it was going to be a long one.

"I'm not acting weird." He instantly defended. You raised your eyebrows at him. He was most definitely acting weird. The past few days he'd been sort of... avoiding you. When you sat next to him in the conference room, your knee brushing his, he'd find some reason to get up. He needed the bathroom or he wanted to refill his already filled coffee cup or some other bullshit excuse.

You were starting to suspect he was upset with you. Had you crossed a line with your comment? Did you make him uncomfortable?

"Yes you are. Look, I'm sorry I said that in the cafe the other day, I was just-"

"It's not about that." He cut you off quickly, a rosy blush already rising on his cheeks. You'd cornered him in the precinct kitchenette, making sure no one was around when you started interrogating.

"What is it then?"

"It's just... I mean... were you serious?"

"What?"

"Like... did you mean it?"

"When I said you made me wet?" He instantly went red, his eyes flickering to find anything else he could look at. "Yeah. I meant it." You stepped closer, crowing him against the counter. "Why? Does that turn you on?" His breaths were coming in quicker now as he stared down at you. Someone cleared their throat behind you and you stepped back, turning to find one of the cops awkwardly going to the coffee machine.

You give Spencer one last sultry glance before heading back to the conference room. Spencer felt his face heat as the officer's eyes bore into him. He quickly left the kitchenette, following you back to the conference room.

The AC had stopped working in your hotel room. Unfortunate, seeing as that was supposed to be where you get rest after working an intense and stressful case, and if you couldn't do that. how were you supposed to get any work done on said case?

You decided to head across the hall, knocking on your coworkers door softly, in case he was asleep. You didn't want to deprive someone else of rest.

"Hey, what's up?" Spencer answered the door, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"The AC in my room is broken, can I stay with you?" Spencer felt his heart speed up at the thought of what that could mean.

"I- there's only one bed. Doesn't JJ or Emily have room?"

"Emily snores and I think JJ had phone sex with her husband. It's a few nights, Spence, please?" He hesitated before sighing, stepping aside to let you enter his room. You grin, heading past him to set your go bag on the desk in the room. He hadn't even seen you holding it when he answered the door, but that might have been because his mind was preoccupied with picturing everything that could happen with the two of you in one bed.

"Mind if I shower?"

"Go ahead." Spencer said, his voice rough. Great, now he was picturing you in the shower. He sits on the bed, poring back over the files while he listened to the sounds of water running in the bathroom. If he strained his ears enough, he could hear the faint sound of you humming softly.

Soon, the water turned off and he could hear your humming more clearly. The door opened and you walked out in your pajamas, hair dripping down your back. You went back to your go bag, putting your work clothes inside. Spencer's eyes caught the pair of sleek black of panties you slipped back into the bag. He quickly averted his eyes when you turned back around, heading for the bed with your hairbrush.

"What are you looking at?" You asked brightly, peering at his files.

"Just the missing persons reports for all the victims. Something doesn't seem right." He mumbles.

"Oh?" Now you're intrigued. You shuffled across the bed leaning against his side to look closer at the files. He glanced at you, feeling the heat of your body through your shirt. Around the neckline and your shoulders were damp from the ends of your hair. "What's not right about them?"

"Just... I don't know, the way they were reported. It seemed so... formal. And they're all so similar."

"Hmm." You hummed, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "How long have you been looking at these?"

"I dunno. A few hours." You sighed, reaching out to clean up all the files. "Wha- no, it's-" He immediately protested.

"Spencer, you need a break. You've been looking at these for too long." You said, gathering them all and reaching across him to put them on his nightstand.

"I'm fine." He said weakly, staring at you, nearly bent over his lap. You sit back, on your knees next to him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Y-yeah. Shoot."

Do you... do you ever think about me?" You looked at him through your eyelashes and he shifted on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess."

"No, I mean," You shuffled closer, setting a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to where his cock was hardening in his pajama pants. "Do you think about me like this?" Your voice gave off the illusion of innocence. He stared up at you, eyes going wide as he blushed.

"I..."

"Have you ever thought about me touching you?" You asked as your hand trailed further up, palming his cock. He let out a small moan, his hips jerking a bit.

"Yes." He breathed. You grinned, your hand slipping past the barrier of fabric, under his boxer briefs to grasp his cock in your palm. His breath hitched as you began stroking. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"I think about you too. You're so-" You cut yourself off, kissing him as if you'd been holding yourself back and couldn't help it anymore. "adorable, I can't fucking help myself. Every time you wear one of those-" You press another bruising kiss to his lips. "fucking sweater vests, I just wanna-" Another kiss. "rip it off you." He whimpered against your lips.

"Are you being serious?" He asks, pulling away to look into your eyes. He couldn't believe someone like you was actually into him like that.

"Spencer, I'm dead serious." You said, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock, catching the precum that dribbled from the top and spreading it down his length. You pulled his pants down enough to free him from his confines, slowly jerking him off.

You moved your kisses to his neck, the skin feeling warm under your lips. He breathed out shakily, a moan slipping past his mouth. You pulled away from him, shuffling further down the bed and bending down until your lips meet the tip of his cock.

He gasps as you take him into your mouth, taking as much as you can before pulling back up. You take a deep breath through your nose, sinking down again, taking more of him until he hits the back of your throat.

Your head bobs up and down as he whimpers, trembling underneath you. His hand finds your hair, grasping tightly, making you moan, the vibrations on his cock making him jerk.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm close." He whines, his head falling back. His hips jerk up and you move your hands up, holding him down against the bed. You swirl your tongue around the head, and Spencer lets out a high pitched moan. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Seconds later hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow it down greedily, hollowing out your cheeks as you drain every last drop.

You pull off his length, a trail of spit following as you lift your head to grin at him. His eyes are closed, strands of hair falling over his forehead. You brush it back, him blinking up at you blearily.

"You're... you're so..." He trails off, staring up at you with wide heart eyes. You chuckled, your hand trailing his jaw.

"So what?"

"Perfect. I can't believe you like me." He breathes and you laugh incredulously.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Cause you're you. You're... flawless."

"So are you." He scoffs, shaking his head and your eyes widen. "You are! Do you need me to show you?" You asked, your hands trailing up his thighs, making him shudder.

"I don't..." You chuckled as his breath hitches. You lean down, pressing your lips to his.

"Ready for round two?"

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[gongyoosgf]

nam-gyu as your bf!!

warnings: namgyu is his own warning, gn!reader, smoking, possessiveness, fluff, smut at the end, choking, control kink, lowkey hand kink, slapping, overstimulation, praise, degrading, blowjob, unprotected sex, aftercare, uhh yeah all that stuff

an: i wrote this in an hour

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who wants to act tough, even though he knows you have him wrapped around your finger. he tries to keep up a cool, unbothered attitude, but the second you tease him or show him affection, he gets all flustered. if you compliment him out of nowhere? he’ll scoff, subtly covering up how his ears turn red.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who gets jealous way too easily. he won’t admit it, but the second someone gets too close to you, he’s wrapping an arm around your shoulders and glaring at them until they get the message.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who secretly loves it when you “baby” him, even though he huffs and complains. “i don’t need you to fix my shirt,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t move away when you do it.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who melts the moment you play with his hands. he watches quietly as you trace over his fingers, spinning his rings around (because he definitely has one of those spinny fidget rings).

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who refuses to sleep unless he’s holding you. if you shift away even a little, he’ll instinctively pull you right back with a grumbled, “where do you think you’re going?”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who acts like he doesn’t care, but is secretly the biggest worrywart. “text me when you get home,” he says casually, but if you forget, expect a passive-aggressive “did you die or something?” text.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who always lets you steal his hoodies, even though he complains about it. “why do you even need it? you have your own.” but he never actually takes them back, and if he sees you wearing one, he won’t shut up about how good you look in it.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who secretly loves it when you mess with his hair. if you randomly start running your fingers through it, he’ll roll his eyes but lean into your touch, completely betraying himself.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who teases you constantly, but the second you fire back, he gets all pouty. “that’s fucking rude,” he says after spending the last ten minutes roasting you.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who gets distracted whenever you talk because he’s too busy staring at you. when you call him out on it, he just shrugs. “you’re cute when you talk, that’s all.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who is actually really sentimental. he keeps little things you’ve given him. notes, random trinkets, even a receipt from a place you went together. he won’t tell you, but if you ever find them, he’ll get all embarrassed.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who acts like he’s fine when he’s upset, but the way he clings to you says otherwise. he won’t say anything, just bury his face in your shoulder and hold onto you a little tighter than usual.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who never says “i love you” first, but always finds ways to show it. pulling you closer when you least expect it, keeping a hand on your knee when you’re sitting together, or letting you take the last bite of his food (even if he really wanted that last bite).

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu whose hands are always freezing. without warning, he’ll press them against your neck or slip them under your shirt just to hear you yelp. but if you try to warm them up by holding them, he gets all quiet and lets you, secretly loving the attention.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who likes to act like he’s too cool for couple stuff, but secretly loves it. he’ll roll his eyes if you suggest matching outfits, but later, you’ll notice he’s wearing the same color as you without being asked.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who has the best laugh when he’s high, usually because something random happens, and he just starts giggling uncontrollably.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who always acts like he’s not paying attention, but notices everything about you. the way you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking, the way you tap your fingers when you’re bored, he picks up on all of it.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who acts all grumpy when you wake him up, but if you stop talking to let him go back to sleep, he mumbles, “keep talking… i like your voice.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who never shuts up about you when you’re not around. thanos so tired of hearing about it, but he doesn’t care. thanos will just be like, “bro, we get it, you’re in love.” and he’ll just smirk, “yeah, and?”

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves pulling you into his lap. sometimes it’s innocent, but most of the time, his fingers press into your hips just enough to make you squirm on his bulge. he tilts his head, amused. “something wrong?”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves to toy with you, whispering things like, “you have no idea how much i wanna fuck you right now. all i can think about is getting you alone, but you’re making me wait.” his lips brush against your earlobe, lingering just a second longer before pulling away.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who’s fully aware of the effect he has on you. when you try to act innocent, he whispers teasingly, “don’t try to act like you don’t want this as much as i do.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves messing with your patience. when he’s teasing you in public, he’s not afraid to keep it going, fingers brushing against your neck, his thumb pressing softly over your pulse point, making you want to squirm, but he won’t let you. “you can’t touch me yet,” he says in a low voice, but he can see how badly you want to.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who gets real handsy when you’re both alone. one moment, he’s playing it cool, and the next, he’s pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss, hands gripping your waist tightly, pressing you flush against him. “did you miss me that much?” he teases, even though it’s clear he’s just as hungry for you.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves to make you beg for him, but in his own way. he’ll be so smooth, so casual about it, but when he sees you getting desperate, his smirk widens. “not yet, sweetheart. you need to earn it.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves watching you fall apart beneath him. whether it’s just his words or his hands, he knows how to make you unravel completely, to the point where you forget everything but him. “look at me,” he groans, as his lips hover over yours. “don’t fucking look away.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who’s got a kink for control. he’ll put you in a position where you can’t escape, whether it’s pinning you down on the bed or holding your hands behind your back, he wants to be the one to make you squirm. “you don’t get to decide tonight,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with authority. “i’m going to do what i want with you.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who knows exactly how to rile you up by whispering dirty little things in your ear while his hands roam under the warmth of your clothes, making you ache for his touch even more.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who gets a thrill out of slowly undressing you, his cold hands brushing over your body, making you ache for more while he watches the way you shiver under his touch, not allowing you to rush a single moment.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who lives for the power he has over you. when he makes you beg for more, when he sees the look in your eyes that says you're completely lost in him, there’s nothing hotter. “say it,” he demands, his voice rough and low. “say what you want.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who can’t get enough of how you tremble when his cold fingers slide under the waistband of your pants, letting them hover just before touching your skin, feeling your anticipation rise with each passing second.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who pushes you to your knees, taking control of the situation as his hands grip your hair, forcing you to take all of him as he fucks your mouth, groaning with pleasure as you give him exactly what he wants.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves to trap you under him, using his hands to pin your wrists above your head while he kisses his way down your neck, his lips rough against your skin, but his body heating you from the inside out.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who can’t resist the sound of your moans. he’ll slow down just to make them louder, smirking when your grip tightens on his shoulder, your breathing shallow. “i love hearing you like this,” he says, his lips brushing against your skin. “don’t hold back for me.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who presses you into the sheets, holding you in place as he moves over you, making sure you feel every inch of him against your skin, loving how you beg for him with every breath you take.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who’ll slap your thigh, forcing you to gasp as he grins at the reaction, loving how he can make you lose control under him.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who loves making you beg for him, his fingers digging into your skin as he moves against you, his touch demanding and possessive, making sure you know who’s in charge while he’s lost in the raw intensity between you two.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who pulls your hair to tilt your head back, his cold fingers digging into your neck while he kisses down your jaw, marking you with his rough, needy touch, as if reminding you that you’re his in every way.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who slams into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pushing you into the mattress with each thrust as he watches you unravel beneath him, your moans spurring him on until you’re both completely lost in the passion.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who grips your hips tightly, his voice a growl, “you like this, don’t you? being fucked like you’re nothing. you’re mine to use however i want.” he slams into you again, making sure every word stings with possessiveness.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who enjoys hearing you scream his name, his cold touch trailing down your spine as he makes you shiver with each movement, knowing exactly how rough to be to make you ache for more, all while keeping you at the edge of your pleasure.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who pulls you close, “say it, fuck, tell me you want me.” his thrusts become relentless, his voice dripping with hunger, “i need to hear you beg for me.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who pulls you into his lap, hands wrapping around your neck as he forces you to ride him, his grip tightening as he controls every movement, making sure you’re completely at his mercy while he watches you fall apart.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who’s not satisfied until he’s made you cum at least twice before he’s done, making sure every thrust hits deep as he relentlessly fucks you, knowing exactly how to get you to the edge. “you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? i’ll fill you up, make you mine completely.” his voice is rough, each word a command, “don’t even think about running. you’ll stay with me until you’ve given me everything I want.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who grits his teeth and looks up at you as he’s about to cum, his hands gripping your throat just enough to make you dizzy, before he fucking loses it, cumming so deep inside you that you both feel every intense wave of it.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who doesn’t let you stop, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he makes sure you’re shaking with pleasure, not stopping until he feels you come undone.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who, after he’s finished, pulls you into his arms, his cold hands caressing your skin gently, brushing your hair out of your face as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, “you did so well for me… just rest now.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who lights up a joint, exhaling a cloud of smoke before leaning back, pulling you into his chest. “just relax with me.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who, after you’ve both come down from the high, gives you the blunt, watching you take a drag as he smiles softly. “i love seeing you like this… at peace. let me take care of you.”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who pulls you into a slow, lazy kiss, holding the blunt lazily between his fingers, the smoke mixing with your breath.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who’s already high, his body feeling relaxed as he pulls you onto his lap, lazily stroking your back, tracing over the curves of your body.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bf!namgyu who makes sure you’re hydrated, giving you water and taking the time to sip it with you, making sure you’re feeling good after everything, “i’m so proud of you.” his voice is gentle as he takes care of you in the most thoughtful way.

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[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

Hiiiii so I was mayhaps wondering if I could get a Sanji x reader, (fem mayhaps) and when Sanji flirts reader flirts back just as much and they fluster poor Sanji :3

FLIRTING COMPETITION - Sanji x Fem!Reader

Hiiiii!! Omg I loved this request, I tried my best to write a cute little blurb. I hope it’s satisfactory! This is actually the first request I’ve ever gotten and I’m not gonna lie I giggled like an idiot hehe.

CW: SFW, Blood mention (nose bleed), anime Sanji antics, flirty remarks but nothing past pg

~1.3k

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A new woman on board the Sunny is cause for celebration for no less than five of the Straw Hats. Nami and Robin were elated that there's finally someone else to connect with, to break up the monotony of the otherwise male-dominated crew. Not that they minded, but eventually you can only take so much locker room smell and fart jokes. Chopper was also excited, having another person to dote on him (not that some of the men aboard didn’t also do it in their own ways.) Luffy was excited, but of course it had nothing to do with you being a woman and everything to do with having another member of the crew who he invariably adored. Another crewmate, another nakama.

Nobody is more excited than Sanji, though.

At first, it's a little weird. You notice how Sanji dotes on and tends to the women in the crew. Extra treats, googly eyes, nose bleeds. He'd roll out the red carpet if he had one, release confetti if there were any aboard. The little comments didn't really get to you, and it seemed that Nami and Robin are already used to them. So, the flirtatious remarks from Sanji weren't really given any weight, and certainly not any attention. At least, not at first.

It started small. Well, from you at least - for Sanji’s part, the flirting was as obnoxious as ever. You’d offer him a warm smile here, a chaste laugh there. Anything to show your gratitude for the extra attention, though the flirting was certainly becoming an issue. You couldn’t quite decide what was bothering you about it so much. Maybe it was the fact that it was relentless and constant. There wasn't a single meal that went by without it, and it'd be an off day if Sanji didn't openly ogle and flirt. Or that it didn’t actually bother you at all - rather, it bothered you that it was indiscriminate, not just meant for you. It was shared among all three of you women aboard. Yes, maybe that was the issue. The comments have been wearing you down, and something deep inside was feeling something that maybe wasn’t very smart to be feeling, especially when dealing with an insatiable casanova like Sanji. Though, could he really be called that? You’re certain the boy reeked of virginity.

So, Sanji is a flirt. That much is obvious. And there were plenty of times where it left you flustered or flushed or even unsure of what to say. Well, two can play at that game.

As the sun shines over the table where you’re sat on the deck, with the smell of lunch wafting heavily in the air, you’re suddenly consumed with the idea of getting him back today.

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“Here you go, gorgeous! A special pâté served on seaweed with garlic, all plated with care for a beautiful lady such as yourself.”

You pick up your fork, finding the attention to detail he gives just a little funny. It's cute, anyway. You scoop a piece of the pâté from the seaweed, just to taste - the savory flavor is obvious, with some kind of roasted quality that forces a hum from your throat. You grin up at Sanji, your eyes flickering over his face with great interest.

“My compliments to the chef.” You respond, your tone a touch playful.

Sanji beams, and you swear you hear him giggle? For a man so confident in his craft, he can be a real dork when receiving compliments from women. This is going to be fun.

“Aw, I'm so glad you like it! There's plenty more where that came from for someone as beautiful and sweet as you! Oh - did you do something with your hair? The sunlight is catching it just right today, and-”

He's babbling, and definitely going overboard on the doting.

“Oh, brother…” Nami mumbles from her seat next to you, and you can hear Zoro scoffing from the railing nearby where he’s supposed to be taking a nap.

Everyone is just a little too aware of Sanji's actions, and even Robin suppresses a small chuckle. You shrug it off, though, giving Sanji a warm smile.

“We're very lucky to have you aboard as chef, huh? It's always dinner and a show.” You laugh, leaning your chin on your palm as you observe him. “With a great view, too. You ever think about getting into performing?”

Sanji stiffens, a hand moving to the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turn red. You can tell by his expression that he’s clearly caught off-guard, and probably just thinking you’re being extra friendly. It’s still clear the effects your comments are having on him.

“Well, of course not. I'm just a cook.” He laughs awkwardly, his tone still overly excited as he avoids your eyes. “Why d'ya ask, princess?”

You stifle a giggle at the way he seems to get a little less confident.

“Oh, nothing. I'd just pay to see someone as handsome as you every night.” You reply simply, your smile widening into a grin.

“Seriously?” Nami mumbles from across the table, but you ignore it. Her annoyance at the scene isn't your problem.

Sanji doesn't grin, though. He freezes worse than before. You can see his curly brow twitching, and his mouth opens to speak. Nothing comes out, though, so it promptly shuts. The blush on his ears has slowly spread across his cheeks, and it brings out the color of his eyes in a way you haven’t noticed before.

You can't stifle the giggle this time. It rolls out, and Sanji clears his throat in an attempt to recover his demeanor. Even the giggle seems to have made his heart leap.

“W-Well, thank you, I'll-”

“And your hair looks better than mine today. Honestly, I'd love to run my fingers through it. You don't mind, do you?”

You reach a hand out to Sanji's sleeve, tugging on it gently to pull him closer. He doesn't move. Instead, he pulls his arm away, bringing it towards his face, which he turns the other direction. He’s covering the lower part of his face with his sleeve. What the hell? There were a lot of reactions you were expecting from Sanji, but that was not one of them.

”What’s wrong, Prince Chef? Can’t take what you dish out?” You tease.

”E-Excuse me!”

You watch Sanji stalk off, and you notice when he brings down his sleeve from his face that the once pristine-white fold over his coat is now red with what appears to be blood stains. Ah, so that’s what it was. You giggle to yourself, picking up your fork again and scooping some of the pâté. Damn, it really is good.

”Wow. I’ve never seen Sanji freeze up like that.” Nami says, and you can’t help but laugh a little louder.

“Just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Or, a taste of his own pâté.” You reply with a proud grin, leaning back in your seat. You take a bite, and the sound of Robin’s soft chuckle from across the table grabs your attention.

”You’d better be careful,” Robin chimes in, a soft smile on her lips. “You’re going to break his heart if you keep flirting with him like that.”

”Yeah, let her. Serves the idiot cook right for chasing everything in a skirt.” Zoro adds, not bothering to open his eye.

“Oh, come on. He can handle a little flirting. He’ll be alright.” You giggle, taking a bite from your fork.

Though the taste reminds you of Sanji, and how cute his blush was when you complimented his cooking. It was even cuter when you complimented his appearance. Just the thought of getting to see that look again stirs something in your chest that’s hard to pinpoint, but it grows as you fork another bite. Maybe, just maybe, the condition of Sanji’s heart in relation to you is something you’ll need to keep in mind.

[aeniiverse]

ENEMIES IRL, GIRLFRIENDS ONLINE

Synopsis — You can't stand Karina. She's your worst enemy. But in the virtual world, she’s your perfect girlfriend, your confidante, and your sweet escape. The only problem? Neither of you knows that the other is secretly behind the screen. Now, with two worlds about to collide, how long can you keep up the charade?

Contains — fluff, enemies to lovers, online dating, light cursing, minor physical contact (hand grabbing/kissing), secondhand embarrassment (karina tripping over a chair), mutual pinning, rushed

WORD COUNT — 3.6k

A/N — this has been in my drafts for a while, bull dozing with fics today 😭🗣️ for context they were a bit suspicious when their girlfriends had the same name as their enemy (I’m just too lazy to write those extra stuff >3<

Karina wasn’t even trying today.

Well, that wasn’t totally true. She was trying, trying to ruin your day, the way she usually did, because it was practically tradition by now.

It didn’t even take effort anymore. She just showed up, said something obnoxious, and you immediately looked at her like you wanted to punch a hole through the floor. Easy. Natural.

Today’s opportunity came when she spotted you at your locker, shoving notebooks into your bag with a frustrated scowl. God, you made it so easy for her sometimes.

"You know," Karina drawled, sauntering up with all the arrogance of someone who thought the hallway was their personal runway, "for someone who acts like they have their life together, you have the organization skills of a dying goldfish."

You whipped your head around, ready to fire back something scathing but then she glanced down at your planner.

Her brain short-circuited.

Because the truth was... your notes weren’t a disaster. They were actually stupidly neat. Color-coded. Perfectly labeled. Pages full of careful handwriting, clean lines, tiny sticky notes poking out like little tabs of responsibility.

Karina opened her mouth, intending to keep roasting you.

Instead, she heard herself blurt:

"Ugh, I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess."

The second the words tumbled out, she felt the ground disappear from under her.

You stared at her like she’d just confessed to murder in the middle of the hallway.

Karina could practically see the confusion flicker across your face the way your brows lifted slightly, the way your mouth opened like you wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

Panic took over.

"I mean," Karina said hastily, flapping her hands around like a malfunctioning robot, "it’s not that great. Like. Barely acceptable. Whatever."

You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated groan and slammed your locker shut. "Jesus Christ. You’re exhausting."

And then you brushed past her without another word, your backpack swinging dangerously close to her side as you walked off down the hall.

Karina stood there, frozen like a statue, brain absolutely screaming inside her skull.

"What the hell was that," Karina muttered under her breath, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes like she could physically erase the last two minutes from existence.

Complimenting you? She complimented you? That was basically treason against herself. Against everything she stood for.

She wasn’t supposed to notice things like your handwriting. Or how focused you looked when you were organizing your things. Or how your stupid hair caught the light when you turned your head.

None of that. Absolutely not.

Karina stomped off down the hall, nearly mowing down a group of freshmen, her mind stuck in an endless screaming loop.

"I can’t have feelings for her," she hissed under her breath, dragging her fingers through her hair. "That would be cheating. I have a girlfriend. Online. A very real, very important girlfriend."

A girlfriend who she texted every night before bed. Who called her "babe" and sent her dumb memes and told her she was cute.

Someone who didn’t make her want to rip her own hair out in rage and confusion every time they interacted.

...Right?

Karina shook her head like she could physically knock the thoughts out.

No. No. No.

She didn’t like you. She hated you. That was the foundation of the universe. If she started liking you now, the world would probably implode.

Maybe she was just malfunctioning. A temporary brain glitch.

Maybe if she ignored it hard enough, it would go away

She tried to focus during her next class, but her brain had other plans.

The teacher was explaining something about chemical bonds, and Karina was busy reliving the scene in her head, cringing harder with every second.

Your face when she said it.

The way you paused, almost like you didn’t know if you should be flattered or insulted.

The way you looked back at her, suspicious but... curious.

Karina slumped down in her seat, letting her forehead hit the desk with a soft thunk.

Her lab partner side-eyed her but wisely said nothing.

Lunch was somehow even worse.

She sat with her usual friends, poking at her food without any real appetite, zoning out so badly that Ningning had to physically throw a grape at her forehead to get her attention.

"Earth to Karina," Ningning said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You’ve been staring at your mashed potatoes for ten minutes.

What’s up? Secretly plotting murder?"

Karina grimaced. "No. Worse."

"Spill."

Karina considered lying. For about three seconds.

Then she groaned and dropped her head onto the table. "I accidentally complimented her."

There was a beat of silence.

Then laughter. Loud, unrelenting, evil laughter from all sides of the table.

"You what?" Ningning choked out between cackles.

"It wasn’t even a good compliment," Karina grumbled into the table. "It just slipped out. I said she was... impressive or something. I don’t know. I blacked out."

Giselle wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. "Bro, you’re doomed."

"I know," Karina groaned. "I can’t believe I said it. I can’t believe I think—"

She cut herself off before the words “I think she’s actually really pretty when she’s mad” could escape her mouth.

God.

She was so doomed.

After lunch, Karina wandered through the rest of her classes in a zombie-like daze.

Every time she tried to focus on her work, her brain betrayed her replaying your face, your stupid confused frown, the way your voice sounded when you called her an idiot and walked away like you weren’t secretly a little flustered too.

By the end of the day, she was ready to drop out of school and join a traveling circus. Anything to escape the mortifying reality of her existence.

Karina kicked a pebble down the sidewalk as she trudged home, hoodie pulled up over her head to hide from the world.

Maybe she could just ghost you from now on. Avoid you until the end of time. Sure, it would make school life incredibly inconvenient, but it was either that or risk accidentally flirting with you again. (And she was terrifyingly aware of how close she already was.)

Karina shoved her hands deep into her pockets, scowling at the ground.

She couldn’t have a crush on you. She had a girlfriend. She was in a relationship.

Even if it was just online... it still counted.

Right?

But then her mind, evil and traitorous, whispered:

But what if she’s even better in real life?

Karina groaned out loud and picked up the pace, practically speed-walking down the street like she could outrun her feelings.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

Tomorrow she’d go back to being normal.

Tomorrow she’d totally not think about how you looked when you rolled your eyes or how her heart had stuttered a little when you brushed past her.

Tomorrow.

(Probably.)

The night was quiet, the kind of calm that only a late evening could bring. You sat on your bed, phone in hand, still feeling the lingering awkwardness from earlier that day. Karina had complimented you sort of but then she immediately tried to backtrack. “I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess,” she had said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But there was a weird hesitation before she scrambled to cover it up with, “I mean, it’s not that great.”

You had rolled your eyes, annoyed, but also confused. Karina was always sarcastic, always throwing out jabs like she was trying to keep her distance. But something about that moment didn’t sit right. She didn’t usually throw compliments like that, and it stuck with you more than you cared to admit.

Now, as you scrolled through your phone, you tapped out a message to Karina, who had no idea you were talking about her. You leaned back against the headboard, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in your chest.

“Ugh, this girl I hate acted super weird today. It was lowkey suspicious. One minute she’s all sarcastic, and the next she’s complimenting me like we’re friends or something. Is that normal?”

The little typing bubble popped up almost instantly. “You won’t believe what happened today. I accidentally complimented the devil incarnate,” Karina's message read. You snorted. Of course, she was ranting about you, and you had no idea.

Karina took a bit longer to Send another message and you imagined her pacing around her room like she always did when she was annoyed or deep in thought. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I can’t have feelings for her. Not when I have a girlfriend online... That would be cheating, right?”

You chuckled at her dramatic tone, even though you had no idea she was talking about you. “It’s almost like you’re losing your touch, Karina. You used to be so good at pretending you didn’t care. Now you’re out here giving compliments like some softy.”

Her reply came quickly, as if she’d been waiting for the chance to snap back. “Shut up. I don't even like her. She’s... annoying. But you’re right. I shouldn’t be nice to her. That’s how she wins.”

“Yeah, exactly. She probably thinks you’re all buddy-buddy now.” You rolled your eyes.

You set your phone down for a second, thinking about your day. Karina’s weird compliment, the way it felt like she’d almost meant it... It stuck with you more than it should have. It was annoying. She was just Karina, the girl you couldn’t stand, and you couldn’t let her get to you.

But then your phone buzzed again, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at the screen. Karina had sent another message.

“I feel like we’d get along better in person, y’know? It’s been two months...” Her message made you pause, and you leaned forward, rereading it.

“What do you mean?” you typed back, even though you already had a guess. “Are you saying we should actually meet up?”

You could almost feel her hesitation from the words that followed. “I mean, why not? We’ve been talking for two months now. Isn’t that enough? We could just... grab coffee or something.” She sounded almost nervous, a little unsure of herself. You liked that side of her.

You had to admit, the idea of seeing her in person, after all this time, was tempting. But you didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Well, it might be nice. I’ve been wondering what you’re like in real life. Maybe we’d actually get along even better in person,” you texted. “No pressure though.”

You were lying to yourself a little. The truth was, you were dying to meet her, to finally see who she really was. After all this time, you felt like you knew a lot about her, but at the same time, nothing about her was as real as the image you’d built in your mind.

Her typing bubble popped up, and you waited, heart pounding a little faster than it should. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I could actually use a break from all the... online stuff. It feels a little weird talking like this all the time and never meeting. But, uh, how would we even meet?”

You thought for a moment, trying to keep the suggestion light. “What if we just met at a café or something? It’s no big deal, just a chill hangout. We’ve been talking for so long... I don’t know, seems like it’s time to finally meet.”

You waited for her response, tapping your fingers on the screen, pretending to be casual when your heart was racing. What was she going to say? What if she backed out? Or worse, what if you saw her and didn’t feel the same connection?

You didn’t have to wait long. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Just... don’t expect anything too crazy, alright? It’s just a meetup, not a date, or whatever.”

You smirked at her message. Of course, she’d try to play it cool. “Sure, sure. It’s just coffee. No big deal.”

“Right. Just coffee,” she replied, and then added, “But, uh, can we not exchange real names or photos? We’re mystery girlfriends for a reason, right?”

You laughed out loud at that. She was right, of course. You had both spent two months carefully hiding behind the anonymity of the internet. Neither of you had shared real names, pictures, or anything too personal. It had been part of the fun.

“Yeah, I’m not about to break the mystery girlfriend vibe,” you typed back. “But I’ll see you at the café, then?”

“Yep. See you there. Just don’t be weird about it.”

You chuckled and put your phone down, your heart still racing a little. The idea of finally seeing Karina in person was both terrifying and exciting, and you weren’t sure what you were more nervous about. But it didn’t matter, because the date was set. Tomorrow after school, you would meet her, and things would never be the same.

The next day felt like it dragged on forever. You couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming meet-up. Would Karina be just as snarky in person? Would she look the way you imagined her? Or would she be totally different from the version of her you’d built in your head?

When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your things and rushed to the café. The anticipation built with every step. You reached the door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking inside.

The cafe was quiet for a moment, the soft hum of background chatter filling the air as you approached the table. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves making you jittery. You hadn’t expected to actually feel this nervous about meeting her. But as your eyes landed on Karina sitting at the corner, scrolling through her phone, everything froze. Then it all clicked. The same Karina online was the same Karina in real life. The one you thought you absolutely hated with your heart.

She looked up and for the briefest second, you saw the color drain from her face. Her eyes widened, and before you could even say anything, she bolted.

It all happened so fast. One second, she was there, and the next, the chair at her table was knocked over, hitting the ground with a loud crash. The customers around you glanced up in confusion, some trying to stifle their giggles. You just sat there, stunned, processing what had just happened. Did Karina really just... run out of the café?

Before you could think it through, your feet were already moving. you dashed out of the cafe, your pulse racing. You barely registered the cold air hitting your face as you pushed open the door, eyes scanning the street for her.

She was fast, but so were you, and soon enough, you spotted her just ahead, her back to you, her movements stiff and hurried. Without thinking, you quickened your pace, reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks.

Karina flinched at the touch, pulling her arm back in a hurry, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet yours. You stepped in front of her, blocking her way, your breath coming out in short bursts. “Karina, what the hell? Why did you run?”

She refused to look at you, her voice barely a whisper. “You weren’t supposed to be you...”

The words made no sense. You were confused, genuinely concerned, and yet there was this strange vulnerability in her posture that made your chest tighten. This wasn’t the Karina you knew the sarcastic, confident girl who never showed an ounce of weakness. This was different.

“Karina,” you said, softer this time, trying to get her to meet your eyes. “What’s going on?”

But she just shook her head, her shoulders stiff. Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. And for the first time, you weren’t sure whether you should push her or let her have the space she clearly needed.

The silence between you both stretched on, and you stood there, wondering what would happen next.

You stood there in the street, the tension between you and Karina thick enough to cut with a knife. Her back was still turned to you, her shoulders rigid, and every moment she remained silent only made the confusion swell inside you. What the hell had just happened? She’d literally run out of the café, and now she was acting like she was too embarrassed to even face you.

“Karina,” you called again, your voice firm. “Why did you run?”

The words came out of her mouth before she could even think, rushed and raw, almost like they were coming from somewhere deep inside her, a place she’d tried to bury for far too long. “I thought... I thought I hated you,” she blurted out, her tone shaky and uncertain. “But I liked you online. I liked you so much it made me feel guilty because I thought I was starting to like you in real life too and now you’re the same person, and I don’t know what to do.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood there, completely stunned by her admission. Karina was spiraling, completely embarrassed by what she’d said, and in that moment, she tried to step around you again, as if she could just walk away from it all and pretend it hadn’t happened.

But you weren’t going to let her. Not this time.

You reached out to her again, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly to stop her from walking away. Her body tensed under your touch, but she didn’t pull away. “Hey,” you said, a soft laugh escaping your lips. It wasn’t mocking, just overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation. “You’re such an idiot.”

Her eyes shot to yours, wide and confused, as if she hadn’t expected you to respond like that. “What?” she murmured, still avoiding your gaze.

“I liked you too,” you said, your words coming out easily now, like you’d been wanting to say them for longer than you realized. “Even before I knew it was you. And yeah, I guess I hated you a little too, but it was more like I hated how much I... liked you.”

Karina’s breath caught in her throat, her face flushing a deep red as her eyes locked onto yours for the first time since she’d run out of the café. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came. Instead, there was a long, charged pause, one where neither of you knew exactly what to do or say next. Her chest rose and fell quickly as if she were still struggling to breathe, and in that moment, you both felt it the weight of everything unspoken between you, the tension, the closeness.

Before either of you could chicken out or let the awkwardness swallow you, you leaned in. It was almost instinctive, like your body had made the decision for you, and you couldn’t stop it. You pressed your lips to hers, the kiss soft at first, like a question, a testing of waters neither of you had dared to explore.

Karina froze for a split second, her body stiff, before she finally relaxed into it, kissing you back with a desperation that you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy, uncoordinated, but it felt... right. Like this was the thing both of you had been waiting for, but hadn’t known how to take the first step. It was raw and full of feelings neither of you could articulate in words. Every second of it was electric, and as you pulled away, you both stood there, breathless and flushed, staring at each other.

Karina was the first to speak, her voice uncharacteristically small as she mumbled, “This doesn’t mean I like you at school.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree as you teased her, nudging her shoulder with yours. “Come on, girlfriend,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips as you grabbed her hand and started walking down the street, your fingers intertwined in a way that felt surprisingly natural.

Karina huffed in protest, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gave you a sideways glance, her face still flushed and a little sheepish. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she muttered, but there was no conviction in her words. Her fingers tightened around yours, betraying the soft smile on her face.

“You don’t have to be ready,” you said with a shrug, pulling her along a little faster. “We’ve been doing this ‘I like you’ thing for two months now. No going back.”

She gave you a half-hearted glare, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re lucky I like you too,” she said, her voice quiet but soft.

You squeezed her hand, grinning like an idiot as you walked down the street together. It was awkward, sure, but it was also... exactly what you both needed. And even though Karina still had that slightly uncomfortable look on her face, you could tell she was starting to relax, starting to let herself enjoy this new chapter with you. You weren’t enemies anymore, not in the same way at least. And who knows? Maybe this whole thing was just the beginning of something more than either of you had expected.

But for now, as you walked side by side, both of you awkwardly giddy and still trying to process everything that had just happened.

[nightmarishwaltz]

Stray Kids - What they would be like as boyfriends [HC]

Hey everyone! This was not requested, but I wanted to do something small in-between my Lee Know x y/n fic!

Requests are open! Also, I have an AO3 that these are also being posted on, so if anyone wanted to check that out - here it is!

Bangchan

Constantly checks in on you, even when he’s busy—"Have you eaten?" is his love language.

Holds your hand in a way that makes you feel like nothing in the world could go wrong.

Late-night music sessions where he plays you demos no one else has heard yet—you’re his safe space and muse.

Soft hugs where he wraps his arms around you like he’s trying to shield you from the world.

Lowkey jealous, but never controlling—he just reallycherishes you.

Writes little notes and tucks them into your book bag or hoodie pocket.

Will always let you fall asleep on his chest, no matter how tired he is.

Probably created a “Y/N” playlist he listens to when he misses you.

Encourages your dreams like a life coach—but softer and full of heart.

Makes you feel so seen. You’re not just loved—you’re understood.

Lee Know

Pretends he’s not affectionate, then melts when you kiss his cheek.

Will roast you with love—his teasing is actually his version of flirting.

Cooks for you without asking, always acting like it’s “just because he was hungry too.”

Loves when you help him care for his cats—wants you to become part of his little world.

Secretly plans future trips with you (even if he acts aloof about it).

Will hold your pinky in public like a secret little “I love you.”

Says he doesn’t do PDA, but pulls you close when you’re cold.

You’ll catch him staring at you when you’re focused on something—his love is quiet but intense.

Sends you unflattering selfies to make you laugh, then immediately follows up with a soft voice memo telling you he misses you.

Doesn’t say "I love you" every day—but when he does, it's everything.

Changbin

Holds your hand like it’s a lifeline—firm, warm, and constant.

Is so proud of you. Always hyping you up to friends, staff, and even strangers.

Tries to act tough but is the softest when you're in his arms.

Loves couple workouts or encouraging you to be healthy—"You're strong, but I wanna make you stronger."

Gets a bit pouty when he misses you but softens the second you touch him.

Loves quality time—karaoke nights, movie marathons, doing skincare together.

Will write your name in hearts in his journal and deny it if you ever catch him.

Always has your favorite snacks with him—like it’s second nature.

Wants to protect your peace and be someone you can lean on without fear.

Makes you feel like you’re his whole world.

Hyunjin

Expresses love through art: he draws you, paints memories, writes you little love haikus.

Holds you like you’re made of stardust—gentle but full of meaning.

Always takes you to museums, gardens, or rooftops—he wants to experience beauty with you.

Loves to dress you up in his clothes and photograph you in golden light.

Gets flustered when you compliment him, but absolutely lives for your attention.

Cries during emotional movies and cuddles you like he never wants to let go.

Always notices the small things—your favorite flower, how your eyes light up when you talk.

Likes quiet mornings together: tea, soft music, sleepy forehead kisses.

When he says “I love you,” it sounds like poetry wrapped in velvet.

You become his muse—but also his anchor. You ground him.

Han

Makes you laugh until you cry—he's your personal comedian and safe space.

Gets flustered super easily but always tries to act confident.

Loves when you play with his hair—it instantly calms him down.

Will randomly blurt out, “You’re so cute, I can’t handle it,” mid-conversation.

Writes little raps about you that are both adorable and slightly embarrassing.

Always suggests spontaneous dates—midnight walks, stargazing, random café visits.

Clings to you like a koala when he’s sleepy.

Gets really proud when he makes you happy—your smile means everything.

Gives you his hoodies and watches you swim in them with heart eyes.

Makes even the boring days feel magical just by being himself.

Felix

Smiles like you’re his entire world—because you are.

Morning cuddles? Non-negotiable. He needs them.

Bakes for you all the time, and always remembers your favorites.

Sends you “thinking of you” selfies with soft captions and sun emojis.

Wears matching bracelets or rings to feel close even when you’re apart.

Speaks to you in that deep voice when he’s sleepy—heart. destroyed.

Praises you constantly and genuinely—"You’re so beautiful. I mean it."

Loves gentle touches—tracing your knuckles, brushing your hair out of your face.

Gets emotional sometimes because he feels everything so deeply.

His love is pure, unconditional, and healing. Being with him feels like a warm, golden morning.

Seungmin

Will tease you all day, then tuck you into bed like a literal angel.

Doesn’t say “I love you” often—but proves it in everything he does.

Always remembers the little things—how you take your coffee, what days you’re stressed.

Offers logical advice but never makes you feel dumb for feeling emotional.

His hugs are rare but devastatingly comforting.

Reads beside you in silence, sometimes brushing your pinky with his.

Sends you memes at 3 a.m. with the driest captions possible.

Walks on the road-side of the street without even thinking.

Gives you a hard time about small things, but is always the first to protect you.

Loving Seungmin is quiet, steady, and eternal—he’s your harbor.

Jeongin

A little shy at first, but once he trusts you, he’s all cuddles and laughter.

Blushes easily, especially when you’re affectionate in public.

Holds your hand a little too tight at first, then softens into it like it’s home.

Always asks if you’re okay—he’s very emotionally attentive.

Wants to learn everything about you—your fears, your dreams, your favorite childhood snack.

Loves cozy hangouts: playing games, snacking, cuddling under too many blankets.

Gets super proud when he does something that makes you laugh or smile.

Texts you “I miss you” and immediately regrets it… then texts “never mind” (but means it).

Calls you randomly just to hear your voice.

His love is like a spring bloom—soft, new, full of promise and sunshine.

[thatsexcpisces]

Astrology roasts: male birth chart edition

Sassiest mfs on the zodiac istg🙄🙄

• Gemini Venus men what’s it like losing the baddest most caring girl you ever met just cause you got bored & wanted to see if the grass was greener on the other side

• Libra moon men you don’t have “deep thoughts” you just like emotions that are “aesthetically pleasing” also tell your girlfriend about the 24 other women you’re flirting with ☺️

•Aries Venus/sun men do y’all ever stick to talking to one person? You know like actually enjoying the presence of one person without dropping them like a hot potato 2 days later cause they didn’t agree to sending you nudes

• Leo sun/mars men: “if you want me fight for me” vibes. You’re not the princess in the relationship babe. Also it’s okay if your partner gets more compliments on a night out than you do ❤️

• Pisces/cancer placements men: why do y’all love blaming your mistakes and cheating on the fact that you’re going through it cause your cat died? A-level gaslighters over here. They’ll cry cause they made you cry and make you feel bad for crying

• Scorpio moon men you’re not “mysterious” and “different” for knowing little facts about someone and standing alone and separate from a large crowd of people. You’re just self-obsessed and a stalker.

• Aquarius men: no I don’t wanna hear why you think Valentine’s Day is stupid because it’s “a Hallmark holiday that benefits off capitalism” and “corrupted by the government” I want you to express a single emotional thought of yours and be romantic for once 😍

• Capricorn/10H Venus men you’re not as popular and impressive as you think💗 people actually find you bossy and kind of annoying. Also stop trying to plan a marriage with me 3 days after talking

• Libra/Leo rising men y’all are the types to tell your partner to go home and change their outfit or be pissed the whole day cause they out-dressed you and have a better outfit than yours

• Taurus moon/rising men stop being mean cause you’re hungry. Also you don’t have to start a whole argument with the restaurant staff cause they forgot your side of fries

• Virgo Venus/sun/mercury men: oh no! Someone doesn’t need your help for once cause they’re actually competent on their own! What will they do now without your nitpicking and unwanted advice 😩

• Sagittarius men: y’all cheat and don’t get caught easily cause you’re busy hiding the extra women you met in all the 48 countries you’ve been to in the past 2 years. International cheaters 😍

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙days like these | DR3˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: random fluffy shite

summary: in which you're so active on social media and your fans eat it up

a/n: kind of the daniel version of This Fic i made from a lando request !!!

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

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[innerfare]

Ace Relationship Headcanons - Part 2

Summary: A collection of headcanons about being in a relationship with Fire Fist Ace

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Ace almost started a fight with someone the first time you guys met, and you said, “easy there, tiger.” You’ve been calling him that ever since, and he puffs up his chest when he hears that word, even if it’s in a different context. What he never told you was that the strongest of all beasts on the island he grew up on was a tiger. Thus, you calling him that made him feel like the king of the jungle. 

Speaking of tigers, he has a tiger pelt in his bedroom from a beast he hunted a while back and his chest swells with pride when you compliment it. He also has a collection of animal teeth that he tells you all about, several of them ultimately leading into stories of Luffy and Sabo and his time growing up in the East Blue. 

Is insanely touch starved. In the early stages of your relationship, he offers to teach you things as a way not only to spend time with you but also to initiate skin to skin. He’ll show you how how to throw a spear, how to tie certain knots, even how to sail the Striker, and the entire time, he has his arms around you, his hands guiding yours, his bare chest flush against your back. 

Once your relationship is established and he’s more comfortable initiating skin to skin without an excuse, he basically never stops. 

He loves picking you up and carrying you around. He’ll sweep you off your feet, pull you onto his back, and even bend down to get you on his shoulders (his absolute favorite). So many piggyback rides it's unreal, any excuse to pick you up.

Ace actually has a habit of approaching vulnerable topics while he has you on his back because the close skin to skin contact without the pressure of eye contact makes him feel comfortable enough to do so. Other times, he'll come up behind you and bury his face in your shoulder and mutter whatever it is that's bothering him.

Enjoys roughhousing, though he holds back to an almost comical degree because he lives in constant fear of hurting you. Roughhousing is mostly just you straddling his lap while your fingers are intertwined and you wrestle with your arms a little bit. 

Compares hand sizes all the time. 

Has a habit of bending you over things but not escalating beyond that. Every time you're standing at the kitchen counter, he magically needs something in your path and bends you over to reach around you. Any excuse to put his hands on you. 

One of his favorite activities to do with you is climb trees. If you’re sailing together, as soon as you make landfall, you two are off to explore the new island, and you almost always end up tangled in a tree together, swinging from the branches like monkeys. He once confided in you he wishes he could go swimming with you, too. Has literally had dreams about the two of you floating on your backs together like otters.  

Wants you sitting in his lap all the time. Wants you swinging in his hammock with him all the time. Wants you wearing the shirts he no longer has any need for, drinking out of his cup, eating the meat he caught and roasted for dinner himself, relying on his log pose for directions- all. the. time. Needs to feel needed. 

Gets offended if you light a candle using a match instead of asking him. Has even pouted because you lit a cannon fuse in the heat of battle without his help. “Ace, you were five ships over and a little busy.” “That’s no excuse.” 

Knows he can get away with things by flashing a cute smile at you. Often tries to use said smile to get out of trouble and serious conversations. 

Not good at apologizing and usually doesn’t initiate the making up process after a fight. It’s not actually that he’s too stubborn to apologize, he just gets triggered when the two of you fight; his fear of you leaving him has him in a vice grip and he puts his walls back up to prepare himself for what he fears is the inevitable. When you initiate the making up process, he’s always shocked, but he doesn’t resist, not even for a second. 

Claims he’s always the big spoon, and he often is, but he also will climb into your arms late at night and fall fast asleep with you cradling him like a baby. Will fiercely deny this ever happens though. He has a reputation to maintain. 

Hates taking baths, but loves taking them with you. His favorite is when you wash his hair. His second favorite is to sit in a large tub back to back with you. His third favorite is when you wash his back, which eventually turns into you washing his chest and abdomen. If he were to make a list of his favorite things to do with you, most of them would be in the bath. 

Falls asleep if you play with his hair. It’s like pressing a button. It’s gotten to the point that he whines if you don’t play with his hair when he’s trying to sleep. 

More than you playing with his hair, he loves playing with yours. He especially loves it when he braids it and you wear it that way for the rest of the day; he’s actually really good at braiding it. Once, he accidentally singed it because Marco startled him. You thought it was funny but Ace didn’t. He apologized profusely and still swears he won’t do it every time he sits down to play with your locks.  

Food is his love language. Sharing your food, buying each other snacks and confections, cooking/preparing meals for each other, peeling each others’ tangerines. His favorite, though, is taking you hunting. He really enjoys teaching you how to track prey and take it down (if you don’t already know). Your way of asking him if he’s okay quickly becomes, “have you eaten?” Beams for the rest of the day if he takes you fishing and you ask him to bait your hook for you. 

Falling in love was rough for him, but he quickly grows accustomed to being in love. Nights without goodnight kisses, mornings without lazy cuddles, candies without you to eat some- he doesn’t do well without you, though he hides it very well. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

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✨ MHA Characters React to Y/N Getting Hated on Social Media ✨📌 Post Info

📜 Characters Included:

Class 1-A: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jiro

U.A. Teachers: Aizawa, Present Mic

Pro Heroes: Hawks, Mirko

League of Villains: Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga

Yakuza Crew: Kai Chisaki (Overhaul), Kurono (Chronostasis)

-And Mera (my beloved husband 😭💖)

📜 AUs Used:

Canon Divergence AU (Where Y/N exists in the MHA world)

Slight Social Media AU (Mentions of online hate)

📜 Short Summary:

Y/N gets hated on social media, and different characters react to it. Some are protective, some are ready to fight, and some just want to comfort Y/N. Either way, they all got your back! 💖

💚 Class 1-A Reactions 📌 Midoriya Izuku “W-What? Why would they say such mean things about you?” 😢 Tries to understand the situation logically but gets really upset. Writes a LONG heartfelt message about how amazing you are. “Don’t listen to them, Y/N. You’re incredible, and I admire you so much!” 📌 Bakugo Katsuki “Gimme their usernames. Now.” 🔥 Ready to explode someone’s Wi-Fi. If you’re sad, he grumbles but pulls you into a side hug. “You’re better than these losers, dumbass. Don’t let ‘em get to you.” 📌 Todoroki Shoto “This is… frustrating. You don’t deserve this.” Stares blankly at the hate comments before deleting social media for you. If you’re upset, he holds your hand and stays with you in silence. “I think you’re amazing, Y/N. I hope you know that.” 📌 Kirishima Eijiro “That’s so UNMANLY of them!” 😡 Wants to fight the entire internet. Gives you endless affirmations and hypes you up. “You’re strong, Y/N! Those cowards can’t bring you down!” ��� Kaminari Denki Tries to argue with the haters but short-circuits. 😭 “I GOT YOU, BESTIE—wait… my account just got suspended.” Spam texts you memes and funny videos to cheer you up. “You’re WAY cooler than them, Y/N! They’re just jealous.” 📌 Jiro Kyoka “What a bunch of losers.” 😤 Writes a diss track about your haters. 🎸🔥 Makes a playlist of empowering songs just for you. “Ignore them, Y/N. You’re too cool for their BS.” 👨‍🏫 U.A. Teachers 📌 Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) “Why do you care about irrelevant opinions?” Tracks down the haters in 5 minutes. If you’re really upset, he lets you nap in his office with the cats. “Don’t waste your energy on them. You matter more.” 📌 Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada) “WHAT?! OH HELL NAH!” 📢💥 Calls them out LOUDLY on his radio show. Hypes you up so much that you start believing in yourself again. “Y/N, you’re a ROCKSTAR! They WISH they were you!” 🔥 Pro Heroes 📌 Hawks (Takami Keigo) “So… do I need to ‘accidentally’ delete their accounts?” 😉 Tries to distract you with jokes and a fun day out. If you’re really down, he gives you his hoodie and cuddles you. “Forget them, baby bird. You’re flying way above their level.” 📌 Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama) “Oh, they wanna talk smack? LET ME DROP-KICK ‘EM.” 🐰💥 Absolutely does not tolerate bullying. “You’re strong, Y/N. And if anyone says otherwise, they can fight ME.” 🖤 League of Villains 📌 Shigaraki Tomura “Tch. They’re all NPCs anyway.” Deletes their accounts himself. If you’re sad, he just pulls you into his hoodie. “Don’t waste your emotions on weaklings, Y/N.” 📌 Dabi “Give me five minutes and their IP addresses.” 🔥 Roasts them online until they deactivate. If you’re upset, he lets you vent while he plays with your hair. “They’re nobodies. You, on the other hand… you’re worth everything.” 📌 Toga Himiko “Aw, Y/N~! Want me to ‘play’ with them?” 😁🔪 Way too eager to handle your haters. Gives you so many compliments that you forget about the hate. “You’re perfect, Y/N! Who cares what they think?” 💉 Yakuza Crew 📌 Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) “Pathetic. They disgust me.” Wipes out the haters’ online presence. Doesn’t show emotions but buys you something expensive to make up for it. “Their opinions are beneath you. Focus on what actually matters.” 📌 Kurono (Chronostasis) “Social media is toxic anyway.” 😒 Secretly investigates the haters. Keeps you company and listens to your rants. “If you need to talk, I’m here.” 📌 Mera (MY HUSBAND 😭💖) “I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Too tired to fight but still supports you. Buys you your favorite drink and silently stays by your side. “Don’t let idiots ruin your day, Y/N.” 💖 Final Thoughts Every single character is on your side. They ALL think the haters are beneath you. Some are ready to fight, some are comforting, and some are silently supportive. Bottom line: YOU’RE LOVED, AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT.

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headcanons with schlatt! maybe sfw if ur cool with that?

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SFW HEADCANNONS || JSCHLATT

Puts on the “tough guy” act 24/7 but secretly holds onto every compliment he’s ever gotten.

Gives people the weirdest, most cursed nicknames and refuses to ever use their real name again.

If you trip in front of him, he will laugh first, then help you up and ask if you’re okay 0.2 seconds later.

Pretends to hate physical affection but leans into hugs when he thinks no one is looking.

His idea of romance is bullying you affectionately and then buying you your favorite snack.

Will never admit it, but he totally has a “comfort YouTube playlist” of weird niche videos he re-watches when he’s feeling down.

Has the most unhinged sleep schedule. Says “I’m going to bed early tonight” and then ends up watching 3 hours of 2000s commercials on YouTube.

Loves old-school tech. Thinks rotary phones and floppy disks are “peak design.”

Chaotic neutral energy. You never know if he’s going to say something super profound or just make goat noises.

Gives off “grumpy old man” vibes but is secretly very emotionally intelligent. He just doesn’t like being perceived.

Tells the dumbest dad jokes just to see people groan — and laughs at them harder than anyone else.

Roasts his friends constantly but will go feral if someone else tries it.

Has an “organized mess” kind of room. It looks like chaos, but he knows where everything is.

Probably has a snack drawer that’s just beef jerky, Cheez-Its, and three-year-old gum.

Once he lets you into his inner circle, you’re stuck there for life. Loyalty is huge to him.

Acts like he’s allergic to feelings but will check in on you at 2AM with a “you good?”

If you say something clever or funny, he’ll steal it and repeat it as his own 10 minutes later.

Would lose his mind trying to cook anything more complicated than boxed mac & cheese.

Binge-watches weird documentaries for fun and then explains them to you like a professor with tenure.

Gets irrationally competitive over the dumbest games. Will yell during Uno.

Loud, sarcastic, and chaotic in public — but lowkey soft and thoughtful in private.

Hates admitting when he’s wrong, but if he hurt your feelings, he’ll come back with a quiet “Hey… I didn’t mean that, y’know.”

Once gave someone a rock he found because it “reminded him of them.” Was dead serious.

Texts like: “yo.” and then doesn’t respond for 6 hours.

Will 100% tease you about everything, but if you ever cry? He’s sitting silently next to you, offering a snack and awkward shoulder pats.

Thinks sarcasm is a love language.

Soft for animals. Acts like he doesn’t care but would probably take a bullet for a cat.

The kind of guy who says “ew” when you call him cute, but his ears turn red anyway.

Accidentally gives the best advice when he’s not trying to be serious.

Big “acts annoyed when you talk about your interests but actually listens to every word” energy.

Weirdly good memory for things you like — will absolutely surprise you with that one thing you mentioned weeks ago.