#testing stuff out with him again too

[kindaasrikal]

Hi hello its Kai monstrosity again

[sonknuxadow]

im not that surprised that people are trying to make the new tailstube episode about sonadow because this just happens whenever shadow is in something no matter what he does or says but the fact that in this particular instance all the "proof" people are giving just blatantly contradicts what's actually in the video is making me feel like im losing my mind. like are they so desperate to prove sonic and shadow are dating that they're willing to lie about stuff like this or do they just not pay full attention to anything that isn't sonic and shadow directly interacting . hello can anyone hear me

[libraryfag]

we're so backkkkk ^⁠_⁠^

[intomybubble]

I’m still playing Sims 4 and so I made a household with a Sim of myself so I can try doing a bunch of different careers (for the items lol)

I ended up romancing Don Lothario and accidentally had his kid after downloading and trying out the WW mod (we had 1 date prior, and I asked for him to live in with me afterwards).

I wasn’t paying too much attention to his name (since this was my first time playing Sims 4 since mid 2010s and I don’t know characters or lore), and used the random name generator and named our daughter, Dawn. I did not realize I basically named her after him lol.

As things are now

We’re partners and “soulmates”

I go out to work (currently doing the spy career), while he’s basically my househusband

He was a creative freelancer when he was added to my household so he makes A LOT from paintings, and sometimes music

I gave him an variation of his default everyday outfit to give him glasses (bc I’m into glasses, but “lorewise” he spends more time at a screen for work so he started to need them)

I used a mod to change his “non-committal” trait into being a family man, and bc he’d still get tense from being “non-committal” (despite trying to get rid of it) I got a “carefree” potion from the rewards store RIP

I don’t 100% remember before changing it, but he was a decent dad beforehand. Now, its super cute seeing him chat and play with our daughter

My Sim wants to marry him, but I’ve been worried about him potentially refusing so I’ve just stuck with being “partners”

I did do a wedding on a different household (OC marrying Liberty) and that was a mess especially since I have no idea what I’m doing

I do now have actual venues to use in the future instead of the ugly base game park 👍

I did give my Sim the same necklace that he wears as a sorta “promise ring” in her outfits (I think its cute lol)

Bc I’m stuck on leveling stats, we don’t leave the house that often. But the WW mod has kept things… spicy without actual dates lmao

I think I’m going to try proposing and just having an incredibly long engagement soon…

[sysig]

Everything day

[mayspicer]

Girl help I really need to do the test tasks for a new job or else my life is gonna get very bad real soon, but all I want to do is draw ttrpg characters.

[blazingmoltres]

Insanity is me writing a mock Kantrio fic to study for my upcoming CNA exam. I rlly wanna draw something for it after my test too; Kantrio in scrubs! ^^ I think it’s quite a cute uniform style.

Red and Green are the worst study partners ever <3. Red on accident, Green on purpose.

If this weird study method works there WILL be a nurse version in the distant future. Ending will be determined if I pass or fail. :3

[teaboot]

Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat

My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten

Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread

But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing

Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby

When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.

The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"

So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag

And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend

Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad

So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did

And he still wasn't great, but he also improved

And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"

And my mother is a woman of science. So she did

And he GOT BETTER

His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion

And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage

Like. He medically NEEDS junk food

I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.

If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE

Also blind, but that's unrelated

Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat

[tojishousewife]

Bouncing on Toji’s cock even while he’s overstimulated <3 ddlg reader

His head’s tilted back, hairline freshly damp with sweat, his chest heaving with every deep breath as he grips the arms of the chair hard enough to splinter the wood. He already came. Gosh, he already came���stuffed you so full the first time you felt it spill out before you even stopped grinding.

And yet, here you are. Still bouncing on his poor cock. All messy and filthy and giggling softly with your hands braced on his broad shoulders, your thighs trembling but still determined as you use his cock like your own little toy because fuck it feels so good stuffing you up.

“Darling” he groans, voice hoarse and edged with warning. His fingers twitch, aching to hold your hips still, but he doesn't—he can’t.

Not when his sweet girl is looking down at him all bright-eyed and pouty like that, acting like it's his fault for being so big, so deep, such a perfect fit for your cunt that he carved out perfectly after months and months of sex—just for him. His plump tip is twitching and leaky as it punches your g-spot over and over.

“You said you were done,” you murmur through a sugary whine, lips brushing the corner of his jaw as you bounce again—a little slower this time like you're savoring it. “So why's your cock still hard, huh?”

He swears under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerk up without his permission. “You don't know what you're doing” he rasps, his jaw tight as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “I'm too fucking old for this shit—‘m sensitive, baby, fuck—“

But your little giggle is wicked now, dragging your fingers down his big sweaty, chest, tracing the muscles that flex under your touch like you're testing just how far you can push him. “Then why does it keep twitching inside my cunnie?” you whisper sweetly. “Feels like it wants to cum again”.

Toji growls, real deep in his throat, bucking up into you with a desperate snap of his hips that makes you gasp. You weren't ready for that one—not so deep, not so mean—it caught you off guard. You stutter a breath, hands scrambling for his chest again as he grabs your hips hard, holding you still forcefully.

“You're gonna fucking break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth, watching the way your pretty mouth falls open, eyes wide as he holds you there, impaled on his fat throbbing cock, stuffed full of the last load still leaking around the base.

You roll your hips in tight circles, whining pathetically. “Daddy…it's leaking out”

“Yeah? That what you wanted?” he pants, fucking up into you deep and slow— dragging his cock against the swollen mess inside your cunt, making sure to stuff his cock all the way to the hilt so your pube hairs grind against each other’s “Greedy fucking baby, so full and still not satisfied”.

Your legs are shaking, and your voice cracks when you try to sass him back, but it's nothing but a breathy moan. “Wanna... wanna feel you again,” you whisper. “Need it, daddy—need you to fill me again, even if it hurts!”

He snarls something feral under his breath, hands gripping your thighs to bounce you harder now with his sheer strength, ignoring his own overstimulation just to ruin you. “Fuckfuckfuuuck, You're gonna be the death—hah!—of me, kiddo,” he moans. “But if you want it so bad—fine. I'll fucking give it to you”.

And he does.

Even if his legs are cramping and he's seeing stars from how sensitive he is. Even if he cums again with a strangled grunt, filling you a second time while your nails rake down his chest and you sob into his neck, overwhelmed and stuffed to the brim.

Because you wanted it.

And he always gives his baby what she wants.

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[madamechrissy]

Apparition! Toji

Pairings - Ghost! Toji x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI- lowkey a little somnophilia, Toji being a perv and watching you when you can't see him, jealous Toji, masturbation (m and f) fingering, oral (f receiving) him just being a whole fucking menace tbh lol, explicit sex, even Ghost Toji calls you doll, say hi to Gojo, some stuff in my brain that needed to come out lmao

Apparition! Toji who hates his existence until one day, trapped in this godforsaken old home, he sees that a gorgeous girl has moved in. Not just that, but you just happen to walk around naked half the fucking time or close to it, and that's when the after life gets a little more interesting, as he realizes - his cock gets hard still!?

Apparition! Toji loved fucking when he was alive, before he well... died... and it left him here for some reason, his old home. Vacant and boring, he couldn't leave the premises, aside from just around the yard, cursing and cussing his fate. But god you were something to watch, as you bounce around in just panties and your bra, singing poorly in the mirror- and that's when Ghost Toji realizes... he still leaks pre cum?

Apparition! Toji tests this, as he sits in the corner watching you in the room, slipping down the slutty grey sweats he died in, yep what you die in you're stuck in. His thick cock slaps his stomach, coating his black gym shirt in sticky precum coating it, and he can't stop the lewd moan that escapes his lips, staring at your ass. He strokes it up and down slowly, base to the tip, you pause your dance, as he tilts his head, looking at you - but then, you turn around.

Apparition! Toji pauses his movements, as you come close, far too close, murmuring to yourself - 'did I just hear a moan?' and he wonders- fuck, could you see him, stroking his cock while watching you, knowing you don't know? The thrill makes him realize his heart still beats, no it races, when you're so close he can feel you, before you turn your gaze to the window, it's storming again, Toji feels so much stronger when it does, he can't explain it. He continues stroking his cock as he looks at you, wishing he could fuck your pretty face, your cunt he's sure is as perfect as you.

Apparition! Toji grows to love watching you, especially since he can cum right with you, and he frequently does - you love to play with your pussy. 'Slutty brat, all f'me huh?' he whispers, and he swears you whine out a 'yes' at the perfect fucking time. But you tend to do it under those blankets, eyes shut in concentration, Toji wishes so badly he can touch you, but when he tries, it's like he can't actually feel you. However, one night, everything changes, as he's sitting there watching you once more.

Apparition! Toji strokes his cock a little slower, breath catching as he watches you rub your pussy then, moaning out loud. 'Fuck doll, take off the blankets' as if you hear him, you kick them off, slipping down your panties and giving him a hell of a view of your pretty pussy. He's spitting on his cock now, watching ass you sink two little fingers in your cunt, gasping and arching your hips off the bed, whining out. 'Mmh!'

Apparition! Toji sees you need some help, but he's sure he can't touch anything, he's tried many fucking times, only being able to alter some electric signals. But he's standing now, a big hand brushing your bare thigh, when he males contact. You're lost in pleasure, your eyes shut as he hovers over you, whispering in your ear. 'Fuck I'd love to fill your pretty cunt up' but you just feel the wind tickling your ear, opening your lips in a gasp as you cum. You're pulsing around your fingers, whining out while Toji busts all over his own hand, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Apparition! Toji gets more energy, he gets more powerful, he thinks you can feel him at times, when you get a brush on your neck, on your breasts, when he grabs at that ass. He delights in driving you so insane, delights in watching you sleep, murmuring about ghosts. One night in your sleep, you're tossing and turning. You've gone and kicked off the blankets fully, thighs spread, and he can't stop himself from at least licking you off your inner thigh. When he does just that, licking a trail up to your panties, which are getting dark from your pooling arousal, he moans at your taste. You wake up then, see this dark haired man between your thighs, and scream.

Apparition! Toji covers your mouth with his big hand and somehow it works, you're panting as he disappears, you can't see him any more, but you feel him still, oh fuck you feel him. You watch in a mix of horror and desire as seemingly nothing is pulling your panties off, down your thighs, and you panic then. 'I'm losing my fucking mind I... ah!' You scream out when you feel it. A phantom tongue up your slit, your hands go to grab at something, but it's nothing but cold, unlike the hot wet tastebuds flicking your clit, you swear you feel teeth grinning against you. 'Oh god... fuck it, don't stop!'

Apparition! Toji smirks against your cunt, who knew the afterlife would be this fun? You're literally touching inside of his goddamn head, which only makes him leak against his sweats - luckily, the perk of being a ghost was they miraculously are clean soon after - and he's dying to bury himself inside you. You're losing your mind, surely, in some fucking dream, as the best oral of your life is from some... 'ghost!?' he chuckles, breath hot, you watch as your thighs are squished, fingerprints forming in bruises, gasping now. 'What the... ah!' you can't focus when the ghost or whatever this is laps at your cunt like a starved man, however.

Apparition! Toji has you cumming all over his face, sucking on your little clit and humming, and fuck if he can't still taste, because your sweetness sinks into his ghostly form. He presses a kiss, letting your thighs go and looking up at a girl who can't see him, as the thunder claps outside, the rain starting to pour, and you're gathering your sanity, while your cunt oozes out more wetness. If you told anyone this, you'd go straight to a padded room, so you try to shut your eyes, hoping it's a dream - despite you never wanting to wake from it, when the blanket is slid up your body with care, and you feel someone brush your hair off your forehead.

Apparition! Toji is too terrified after that night, what he felt was more than getting off to a pretty girl. He dreams of shit he can't have with you- can he still feel things!? And he knows it would be unfair to you, he's fucking dead after all, so he avoids you, completely, and for weeks you try to summon him back, hoping to tempt this ghost, to no avail. Finally going out one night with your friends, you stumble in the house as Toji waits, he loves to see you every single day, even if he's making his presence unknown, only for you to drag some fucking white haired man inside. Toji glares as he kisses on you, lifts you up, your thighs straddling his hips, your giggles echoing as you show him where your room is.

Apparition! Toji stomps behind you all, as you press the man down on the bed, long and lanky, and you're straddling him. His hands clench into fists when you start to undress him, ass arched in the air in a mini skirt, kissing down the pale man's body, as he whines out, and you're unbuckling him. His hands entangle in your hair, and Toji can't take it anymore, he shoves up your mini dress, finding your slutty soaked panties, and pulls them to the side, shoving two fingers inside you so deep you cry out at it. Head falling back, the man looks at you curiously with bright blue eyes. 'I'm not even touching you yet, how are you...' you shut your eyes, smiling, as Toji curls his fingers, smacking the fuck out of your ass now, stinging so good.

Apparition! Toji feels your gummy walls grip his fingers, and you have the audacity to say - 'I just get really into things' - you little fucking brat. He shoves his fingers even deeper when you're yanking down the man's pants, pressing kisses down his toned abdomen, but Toji does not let you get that far. 'you're so hot' the man's murmuring, when Toji yanks your ass off the bed. 'Oh! Are you okay?' The man sits up, frowning with worry, and your psycho ass laughs, pissing Toji off even more, when he yanks on your hair, but of course no one can see, only you know, he's still here. 'Just a moment, Gojo, okay?' he nods then, and you rush to the bathroom, smiling in the mirror, when he appears right behind you.

Apparition! Toji wraps his arms around you now, and you get a good look at his strong body, at a face you keep seeing in dreams, but it's in a deep fucking scowl now. 'The fuck you think you're doing?' when you hear him though, your surprise grips you, shaking as your eyes meet his in the mirror, but when you turn around, he's not even there, only in the reflection. 'You don't come see me anymore...' he sighs now, shaking his head, before lifting you in the fucking air like it's nothing, as you dangle off the ground. 'I was trying to be considerate, shit, but I see you wanna get fucked, don't you?'

Apparition! Toji chokes your pretty little throat as he sinks his fingers into your mouth, and you taste him for the first time, sweet and cool on your tongue. You manage a weak nod, when he's sunk his thick cock inside of you, holding you ascended while he fucks into your much smaller body, you're screaming out, likely scaring the shit out of poor Gojo, while he pumps in and out, you hear the squelching wetness of your cunt as you stare at his handsome features, and you're shuddering, pouring arousal all down his length. 'S-so big!' you're whining out, as he feels you, so tight, flipping you then so you can't see him and sitting you on the counter, sinking back into your perfect cunt.

Apparition! Toji mutters in your ear now - 'you're mine, doll, can't have you sucking some fucking man, can I?' - and you can still hear him, while he's pounding your cunt, but you can't see him, you just feel him, nodding desperately. 'threesome?' you tease, smirking, and he chokes that throat, pounding your cunt mercilessly, oxygen being sucked away while your ghostly lover wrecks your inner walls. 'That's enough, doll, fuck you s'good you forget anything' Toji finds out then, that when he busts inside you, you can see him - for just a moment, your eyes locking feels surreal, as he moans out, kissing your lips for the first time.

Apparition! Toji leaves your cunt leaking his cum, disappearing suddenly, and you curse, as Gojo knocks on your bathroom door - 'are you all right!?' - shit, shit, shit. You're looking around glaring - 'where did you go, what's your name!?' - your whispers are just met with Toji chuckling like the ass of a man he is. He thinks next time he'll tell you his name, but he needs to make sure you send this man home first, so he has you all to himself.

This was from a dream in my nap I took today aha, I know this is random as fuckk hehe if you want more of him lmkk <3

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[lvl1l1]

HEYYY can i please request LADS men when you sleep on the couch after a heated argument

LaDS men when you sleep on the couch after an argument

pairings: LaDS men x Reader(separate)

content: hurt/comfort, arguments

a/n: these are so long idk what possessed me

Xavier

You tried to just keep it a casual conversation, bringing up how you still felt like he was keeping things from you at times, like he still didn’t trust you with everything after you two have been together for so long but with how he kept his answers short and clipped, his expression as cool as always, trying to change the topic, things started to get more heated.

You didn’t like how he was brushing you off again.

“See this is exactly what I’m talking about, Xavier.”

His lack of response was really getting to you.

He stays expressionless, you keep saying things trying to get a reaction out of him but he doesn’t falter.

On the inside, he feels regret and seeing you angry at him upsets him, too.

“Fine. Whatever, be that way.”

He doesn’t feel relieved when you walk out of the bedroom, but he just doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

He follows after you, going into the bedroom, he freezes when he sees you grab the sheets and your pillow.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch, Xavier.”

You try to slip past him but he doesn’t let you,

“No, you’re not.”

You stare up at him and seeing the usual affection replaced with anger hurts him.

“Please, don’t.”

“I’m mad, Xavier. I don’t want to sleep with you tonight.”

The tremble in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed,

“I can’t sleep without you next to me. And I know you feel the same way.”

You try leaving again but he just won’t let you,

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to see you right now.”

You notice the hurt in his eyes and you feel kinda bad but you can’t back down now, right?

He nods but still doesn’t step aside,

“I’ll sleep on the couch then. You take the bed.”

Your shoulders slump, seeing as he resembles a sad bunny.

“Fine.”

You say and turn around, trying not to let this feeling get to you. You put your things back on the bed and hear him leave the room.

Confusion overtakes your features, why didn’t he take his stuff? You wait a minute and walk out after him, after some hesitation.

As you quietly go back into living room, you see him lying on the couch, no blanket, no pillow, eyes closed.

“Xavier, go get your things. You’ll catch a cold.”

He doesn’t open his eyes as he speaks again,

“It’s what I deserve. I upset you.”

Your mouth falls open at that, the ridiculousness of his behaviour almost makes you break out into a laugh. Almost.

“Xavier, even if I’m mad at you, I don’t want you to be cold and uncomfortable the whole night.”

He cracks one eye open, looking at you.

“But I want to be cold and uncomfortable for making you mad.”

You sigh, trying to fight the smile that’s making its way onto your face,

“You’re unbelievable.”

He’s looking at you with both eyes now, noticing the tension dissipate. Xavier props himself up,

“I’m sorry.”

You know he got you once you walk over and sit down on the couch next to him,

“I know.”

Reaching out with your hands to brush through his hair,

“And you know that I’ll forgive you once I wake up.”

He leans into your touch, testing the waters by lying his head in your lap.

“Thank you. But please don’t make sleep without you. I won’t intrude on your space, I just need to know that you’re still here.”

Scratching his scalp a defeated groan leaves your mouth,

“Go into the bedroom. I’ll be right there.”

His lips curl upwards, he begrudgingly lifts his head off your lap. He lingers, not getting up from the couch yet. You can guess why and knowing he needs the comfort just as much as you do, after everything that was said, you lean over and press a soft kiss to his forehead. A relieved hum forms in the back of his throat.

He then gets up, not trying to push his luck.

Xavier knows your feelings are valid and he would never want you to feel like they aren’t.

He doesn’t always handle things the right way but nothings more important to him than making it up to you. He’ll fix this, he’ll show you how much he truly trusts you.

Rafayel

You didn’t mean to leave him waiting, again.

Wondering where you are, if you’re okay and why you weren’t answering your phone.

This morning, you texted him, letting him know about today’s mission.

An emergency, there wasn’t much time and you had to get going now. You promised to come see him and call once you were back.

Rafayel kept himself busy all day, he noticed how you didn’t read his text, telling you to stay safe.

You also didn’t read any of his follow up texts and as the hours passed and there was still no answer from you, he started to feel anxious.

It was getting late, the sun setting soon.

He tried to call you and when it went straight to voicemail, he couldn’t help the concern clawing at him.

You should be done by now. You said you’d call him, once you were back. So, what was wrong?

-

It was dark out now, you had finally wrapped everything up.

Your phone had died in the middle of the mission, as soon as you had gotten back to the HQ you left it to charge.

You knew Rafayel was probably worried but you had texted him this morning, it shouldn’t be too bad. Or so you hoped.

Bidding your farewells to your coworkers, you left the association’s building, finally turning your phone back on.

The wall of missed calls and messages from Rafayel didn’t help your conflicted heart.

You tried to call him back, he wasn’t picking up.

You tried once, twice, it just kept ringing and ringing.

As you finally arrived at his art studio, you noticed the gate was closed.

Confused, you unlocked it and walked to the door.

You were thinking of how to apologise him, you didn’t mean to leave him hanging all day but it’s not like you did it on purpose.

Walking into his home, you saw him painting in the living room, back turned to the door.

“Hey, I’m back.”

You said quietly, placing your keys on the table, waiting for a reaction from your boyfriend.

You expected him to pout, whine, be upset but you were surprised, when… nothing came.

No reaction, he didn’t even turn around.

You approached him slowly, not knowing what to do.

“I’m sorry, Rafayel. My phone died and the mission turned out to be more difficult than expected. I left as soon as I got to the association.”

Usually, he’d be talking to Reddie now, acknowledging your presence in some way or another, making sure you know he was upset.

But still, nothing.

He just kept painting.

No hum, no change in his movements, no looking over.

You sighed, you knew you messed up but the least he could do was talk to you about it.

“Look, I know I should’ve been more careful, made sure my phone was charged or given you more details. I didn’t know, though. So, can we please just-“

“Just what?”

The first time he spoke since you’ve arrived and he still wasn’t looking at you.

“What do you expect me to do now? Throw myself into your arms, crying?”

You were taken aback by his tone,

“No, I didn’t mean-“

He cut in again, voice steady, words sharp,

“This isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Am I supposed to lose my mind everytime you pull something like this? It’s not like you keep your word, anyway.”

The accusation hung heavy in the air and you were trying to deal with this as sensibly as possible but he was making this increasingly more difficult.

“Rafayel, you know how my job is. I’d never ignore you on purpose. I kept you waiting and I’m sorry, I really am. But sometimes, there just isn’t anything I can do.”

A scoff escaped him and you could feel a headache forming. You were expecting him to follow up, come up with a retort, tell you how disappointed he was but he just went silent again.

You felt tired, your eyelids heavy and you simply didn’t have the emotional maturity to deal with this appropriately right now.

You went to get changed, as you were leaving the room, you heard him mumble something under his breath,

“As expected.”

You halted, standing still for a moment before turning back around,

“What was that? If you have something to say, speak up.”

You crossed your arms and he finally looked up at you, gaze completely void of emotion.

“Not like you care, anyway.”

Your eye twitched at that,

“I understand if you’re upset but if you’re not willing to talk to me like an adult, I can’t help you. If you want to act like a child, be my guest.”

An ironic laugh left him at that and his eyes went back to his painting,

“Im the one acting like a child?”

“I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now, Rafayel. I have to do my job, grow up.”

You spun around on your heel to actually leave the room this time, when you heard rustling behind you, he was getting up.

He grumbled under his breath again,

“Didn’t know being a hunter meant you have to ghost your boyfriend.”

You clenched your teeth at his condescending comment but decided to not dignify him with a response.

You quickly walked into your shared bedroom, changing into your PJs.

Finally catching a glimpse of yourself for the first time today, you looked rough.

Thinking about how Rafayel still treated you so harshly, after seeing the state you were in.

Impulsively, you grabbed your pillow and your blanket and stormed into the living room.

He wasn’t there anymore, probably having gone to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well.

You settled down on the couch, you knew you were acting petty but you just didn’t want to put up with his attitude tonight.

You laid on your side, back turned to the room, when you heard the bathroom door open.

Rafayel’s steps were loud, you could feel his eyes on you as he came to a stop. The urge to turn heavy but you refused to budge.

He inhaled sharply, you could hear him mumble something under his breath again but couldn’t make out what he was saying, even if you could’ve, you were done arguing.

When you still didn’t hear him move, you turned around, seeing him standing in the middle of the room.

He looked hurt, making eye contact with you but not saying anything else.

He turned around, walking into the bedroom.

You heard the door click shut and a feeling of hurt settled into your chest.

You laid awake for a while, tossing and turning, regret seeping in, you didn’t want to fight with him like this.

Soon, sleep found you.

Eyes falling shut, mind still stuck on the interaction with your boyfriend.

-

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the darkness.

You wanted to rub your eyes, when you felt your left hand being engulfed by something warm and heavy.

As you looked over, you immediately noticed the mop of purple hair being on eye level with you.

The scene in front of you made a lump form in your throat;

Rafayel was sitting on the floor, one hand holding onto yours, face resting again the couch.

His long legs were crossed and his posture was atrocious, you knew he’d wake up sore like this.

Him setting his pride aside, seeking you out in your sleep, made your heart race, even after how he was acting earlier.

You knew he was trying to hurt you both in an attempt to put his walls back up, he was scared for you.

There was nothing he feared more than losing you, you disappearing again. He didn’t want to wake up one day, finding out you were gone.

And you admittedly weren’t always making it easy for him.

Your other hand reached out and ruffled his hair,

“You idiot…”

You got up to the best of your ability, with him still gripping your wrist, sitting down next to him.

You managed to wrap him up in the blanket as well as you could, pressing your head into his shoulder.

You two would make amends once he woke up.

You couldn’t help but press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Zayne

You’ve been buried in work lately, barely having time for yourself. No time to cook meals, so you’ve been relying on take out. Coming home so late from work makes you feel like you’re not making the most of your day, so in turn you stay up late, watching shows, playing games, trying to keep up with your boyfriend’s schedule.

Zayne has been trying to be lenient, he doesn’t want to tell you what to do and what not to do but he could see how your unhealthy habits have been getting worse and how it’s wearing down your condition.

Once he brings it up, he’s objective, neutral, speaking as your doctor, not your boyfriend.

When you try to reason with him and explain how those little acts may be unhealthy but they’re the only comfort you have in the midst of so much work.

You promise him, these habits aren’t here to stay and once you have enough breathing room again, you’ll go back to doing all those things he puts so much emphasis on.

He’s unimpressed, urging you to rethink. You know it comes from a place of concern, he’s telling you these things out of love but it simply feels so belittling.

You’ve been so overwhelmed and he’s seen firsthand how badly you need some understanding more than you need health advice.

Seeing how he doesn’t back down, you start to feel irritated. He refuses to see things from your perspective and you refuse to back down now.

The argument spirals as you call him out on not being much better,

“Overworked? Bold coming from you.”

His voice is steady and his words are harsh as he doesn’t pay much attention to your feelings,

“Yet I still make sure to get my nutrients. I also don’t spend my free time rotting away in front of a screen. You barely go outside during your time off.”

Zayne notices the hurt on your face a little too late,

“You’re my boyfriend before you’re my physician, Zayne. Act like it.”

His brows furrow at that, not responding.

He leaves the room before this could escalate any further, telling you to calm down first, which naturally sets you off even more.

You weren’t done with this conversation but realising he won’t continue you this, you decide to back off.

You’re mad at him and you’re going to show him.

While he’s in the bathroom, you grab your things from the bedroom and bring them over to the couch.

After he’s done getting ready for bed, he walks out and sees you sprawled out on the couch, cuddled up with your pillow, clinging onto it, the way you usually would to him.

He lets out a sigh, he can’t see your face, but that sound aggravated you even more.

Zayne sits down next to you, you don’t look at him.

“Do we have to do this?”

You don’t answer, he stills for a moment before getting back up.

Your lips tremble, seeing how quickly he gave up but to your surprise he comes back with his own blanket and pillow in hand.

“It’s going to get cramped. But I don’t mind, if you insist on sleeping here.”

“Zayne, I wanna sleep alone.”

He shakes his head, putting his things down next to yours.

“We might’ve disagreed but I don’t want the day to end like this. If you don’t want to talk to me right now, that’s fine. But don’t push me away, please.”

You stay silent at first, not knowing what to say.

Your heart feels a little warmer,

“Almost forgot you can be thoughtful, after all.”

He chuckles at your snarky comment, showing he’s not irritated.

You push your pillow lower, making your eyes visible to him.

Your eyebrows are still furrowed but he can tell your gaze softened.

You turned away and scooted over, making some space for him.

He took the hint and laid down next to you.

You’re lying in the dark, breathing slowly, starting to miss your boyfriend even tho he’s right next to you.

It’s not like you enjoyed fighting with him, especially with how apathetic he could be when he thought he was right.

You knew he didn’t say any of those things with malice, he was worried and that was his way of expressing it.

Unable to sleep due to the emotional and slight physical distance to your boyfriend, the thoughts running through your mind and the tiny couch you were sharing with your freakishly tall partner, you opened your eyes again.

“Zayne?”

You whispered, being quiet in case he had already fallen asleep.

He hummed in response and you shimmied back a bit, wanting to feel him,

“I don’t want to fight anymore…”

He shuffled, wrapping one arm around your waist loosely, not wanting to overstep,

“I’m glad. Me neither.”

His voice was low, not disturbing the quiet.

“Do you think we could go back to the bedroom?”

You heard him exhale a laugh,

“If you’d like to.”

You nodded, still not turning around.

Before you could say anything else, Zayne spoke up again,

“I’m sorry. I overstepped earlier. I have no right to tell you what to do. However, I only want the best for you, even though I might not be the best at expressing that at times.”

You turned around, looking up at him in the dark, and he was still able to make out your features,

“I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t willing to hear you out at all.”

“The same goes for me. I wasn’t offering solutions, I was just lecturing you.”

Leaning your head against his chest, you snuggled closer,

“Honestly, you had some valid points. I should spend more time with you whenever I finally have some free time.”

Zayne cradled your head,

“Don’t feel forced to. I just think I could make you food whenever you home, you don’t have to get junk food. In hindsight, there’s nothing wrong with indulging once in a while.”

You nodded,

“Yeah, sounds like a good plan.”

The two of you basked in each other’s presence like this for a little while longer, before Zayne dragged you back to bed.

His main priority is looking after you, his love for you is unrivalled but he’s still new to all of this, he’s trying.

Caleb

You and Caleb rarely fought.

Ever since you were younger, Caleb was always willing to bend to your whims.

He’d always back down and let you have your way.

Whether it’d be about who got to go first in a game, who got to sit in the passenger seat of the car or who had to clean up after playtime.

The older you two got, the more serious your fights became at times but Caleb would still back down, wait for you to let your anger out at him.

Obviously, whenever he could, he’d try to mediate.

He never wanted to fight with you, it was the worst.

There was this irrational fear in his mind, that whenever you were mad at him, you’d leave, hating him, never wanting to see him again.

He knew it was stupid, unrealistic but he much preferred your loud anger, yelling at him, staring him in the face, not turning away and ignoring him.

It was the same reason he’s never truly been angry at you.

Yeah, he’s been irritated because of careless things you’ve done but that comes from a place of concern.

He loves you too much, feels too much for you to ever show his anger, however that doesn’t mean the mask doesn’t slip sometimes.

Still, he wouldn’t keep arguments going.

He’d serve as an outlet for your anger, he’d let you get everything off your chest and whenever he wanted to bring something up that bothered him, he’d do it in a way you wouldn’t notice his true feelings.

So, whenever it did come to an argument, you knew it was serious to him. But you simply weren’t used to having him not agree with you, especially because you knew you were in the right about this.

Well, so you’d say, if you could recall what “this” was.

You don’t even remember what the fight was about, you two have just been spiralling from one thing to the other for a while now. The tension was starting to become unbearable.

Especially because Caleb was doing what he’s always done, taking whatever you throw at him and just accepting it.

He’s willing to be the bad guy in your eyes, as long as it meant keeping you safe.

And you were starting to grow sick of it.

Caleb would never raise his voice at you, he’d never intentionally do anything that could hurt you, whether it be emotionally or physically.

A stark contrast to how you’ve been shouting at him for the past 20 minutes.

Everything was so different now, it was like you were both speaking a different language. Not like when you two were kids, not when it felt like it was you and him against the world.

You didn’t want him to just stand there and take it while standing his ground, insisting he knew better than you.

It was starting to drive you crazy, so the next thing you knew, was you angrily stomping out of the room.

Caleb stood in the living room, unmoving.

Replaying the argument in his mind, trying to think of where he went wrong.

As he was standing there, starting to wallow in self pity, you returned.

He was thinking of how to solve the situation, when he noticed the blanket and pillow you were holding.

You waltzed straight past him, plopping down on the couch, fluffing up your pillow in silence.

“Pipsqueak, c’mon.”

Not looking at him, still preparing your newly decided sleeping spot, you answer,

“We’ll talk in the morning. I don’t wanna be near you right now.”

His eyes widened slightly, moving towards you but keeping his distance, as to not set you off more.

“I understand that but I don’t want you to go to sleep upset.”

At that, you paused for a moment, fingers hovering over the pillow you were still adjusting, before you collected yourself and went to busy your hands again,

“It’s a little late for that.”

You heard a thud near you and you quickly looked up, worried.

You saw Caleb on his knees in front you, head hanging low,

“I’m sorry. You’re rightfully upset but please, let me fix this.”

You sighed, lying down.

“Caleb, go to sleep. We’re not doing this right now.”

Once he looked up at you, you felt your resolve waver. Just why did he have to resemble a kicked puppy so much?

You turned around, not letting your wet dog of a boyfriend get to you.

“Okay, I love you. Sleep well.”

He said but he got up really slowly, hoping you’d change your mind after all.

He went into your shared bedroom, leaving the door open behind him.

Caleb tried to sleep, he really did but he’s been laying awake for the past two hours.

It felt wrong to sleep without you in his arms. The right side of the bed shouldn’t be cold; you shouldn’t be away from him, especially after such a long time apart.

He didn’t want you to be mad at him, he didn’t even want to fight with you but you were just so stubborn.

Why couldn’t you just see he was trying to protect you?

He stopped his train of thought, knowing it was just putting him in a worse mood.

Surely, you were asleep by now, right?

And you’ll have cooled off by the time you woke up.

So, you definitely wouldn’t blame him if he joined you on the couch, would you? He just missed you so much, he couldn’t sleep without you.

He quietly walked into the living room, not wanting to wake you up.

When he saw you there, lying all by yourself, he felt something in his chest tighten.

It made him feel like he was a little boy again, like you were right here but so far out of his reach.

So, fragile and vulnerable, like if he touched you, you’d break, disappear.

He was pulled out of his thoughts, when you mumbled quietly in your sleep,

“…caleb, don’t..”

He couldn’t make out what else you were saying, but you were thinking like him, even in your sleep.

He never wanted you to go to sleep upset.

He slid in under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you.

He couldn’t stand being away from you too long, he needed to make sure you were real, that you were with him.

And with that thought, he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

Sylus

This was the angriest you had ever been at Sylus.

He prided himself on being a man of his word, keeping all his promises, especially the ones he made to you.

So, when he showed up again after 4 days, you were making sure he knew how mad you were.

He had promised you, he wouldn’t repeat what happened with Tulla Island.

He wouldn’t disappear without saying anything, he wouldn’t leave you wondering whether he was dead or alive, but that’s exactly what he did.

He send you a cryptic message the morning of, not answering when you tried to figure out what he meant.

Mephisto was still around, but he was no help either.

So, when you decided to pull up to the base 2 days in, having Luke and Kieran explain to you, that your boyfriend had to leave on urgent business that they couldn’t elaborate on, you felt many things at once.

You’d been seething until he showed back up, acting like nothing happened.

“You promised, Sylus.”

He was sitting, while you were pacing around the bedroom, anger evident in your voice.

“This time was different. I didn’t leave without a trace. You ended up asking the twins, no?”

You stopped in your tracks, looking at him in outrage,

“And they were no help at all! I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what you were up to, actually, I still don’t know!”

He was trying to be understand and pragmatically approach the situation but you weren’t putting up with this.

“Sylus, you’re not listening to me at all. How many more times are you planning on pulling something like this?“

He raised a brow at you, having a hard time hiding his amusement, you thought he was mocking you, when in reality he felt relieved to know you cared about him so much,

“This isn’t much different from you leaving for your missions. You don’t tell me where you’re going, either.”

You crossed your arms,

“You can’t be serious. You can utilise your stupid resources and figure out where I am, you find a way everytime. It’s either Mephie showing up or you! How is that fair?”

He propped his chin up on his palm, looking at you with hooded eyes,

“Those resources are open to you, too, sweetie. What’s mine is yours. Besides, don’t you know the saying? Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough.”

You couldn’t deal with his sarcasm, not when you’d been worried for the past four days, wondering if he was alright, whether this was his way of disappearing out of your life after all, still feeling the anxiety you had the last time this happened.

The smugness on his face was just pissing you off more.

“Can’t you be considerate of my feelings for once? Is it fun to you to see me suffer like this? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you.”

You knew you didn’t mean any of the things you just said, he knew you didn’t mean any of it, he was always bending over backwards to accommodate you.

His love for you was unconditional and whenever he kept you in the dark, it was for your own sake.

But his usual teasing was just setting you off.

You were getting more animated by the second, the realisation of how you had been feeling for the past few these really settling itself in your mind.

Sylus was just silently watching, not saying anything but seems like that was also not quite the right choice, as his silence irritated you as well.

At some point, Sylus started answering. His patience started to run thin, while it would never run out when it came to you, he didn’t appreciate the tone you were using with him.

He stood up in the middle of your sentence, walking towards the door,

“What, so you’re just going to walk away now?!”

“Yes. Before either of us say something we’ll both regret.”

And with that, he was out of the door.

You watched, dumbfounded.

Your firsts clenched, you felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously.

He was definitely underestimating your level of pettiness.

-

Sylus had left your apartment, thinking of how to make it up to you.

He understood why you felt the way that you did and he never meant to leave you worried but sometimes ignorance was bliss.

Admittedly, his business ended up taking longer than expected.

He originally wanted to be back sooner, before you even knew it but things played out more complicated.

Still, you should know he was essentially undefeated.

There was nothing, that could stop him from coming back home to you.

So, coming back to just to see you hurt like this, because of him, made his heart break.

He also didn’t dislike your angry side, he liked seeing you give into your emotions, showing what you truly thought.

What he didn’t like, was seeing you talk yourself into a spiral without letting him get a word in.

He thought it would be for the best to leave you to cool off, while he tried to get back into your good graces.

Now, what he didn’t expect upon his return into your bedroom, was the emptiness on your side of the bed.

He walked into the living room with quick steps.

And there you were, in all your glory, hogging the entire couch, duvet, comforter, multiple pillows, plushies included.

You were on your phone, paying him no mind.

“What’s the big idea, kitten?”

You just hummed, turning to lay on your stomach, kicking your feet up in the air, tapping away on your phone,

“I’m mad at you, so I’m sleeping here tonight. Good night.”

The laugh he let out vexed you even more, and of course, he noticed that.

“That’s funny, sweetie. Come now, get up.”

When you didn’t move, the corners of his mouth curled up in an entertained smirk.

He walked over to you and stopped right next to the couch, towering over you.

“Don’t make me say it again, kitten.”

You didn’t miss the amused lilt in his voice.

You barely spared him a glance,

“Sylus, I don’t want to sleep in the same place as you tonight. You managed for the past four days, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it today as well.”

He let out a huff,

“My, that’s too bad.”

You thought that meant, he’d leave you be, so imagine the surprised noise you let out, as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Sylus, you jerk! I’m not joking around with you!”

Sylus tightened his grip on you, as you started thrashing around,

“I know.”

Your escape attempts were futile, he carried you back into the bedroom and dropped you onto your bed,

“You can be mad at me, scream at me but you don’t get to avoid me. That won’t make things right.”

You jutted out your lower lip, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden,

“You don’t get to lecture me right now.”

You rolled over onto his side of the bed and hid under his covers.

The bed dipped, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him but not taking the blanket off your head,

“You’re right. But I don’t want the love of my life to feel even more alone than they already have for the past four days.”

You slowly lifted the blanket off your face, not looking up at him,

“Allow me to mend things between us.”

You scoffed,

“There’s nothing broken…”

“Then, let me show you just how much I adore you.”

Damn that smooth talker.

[thatonegrimm]

Hiya! Could I perhaps get the boys reacting to their gf just peppering their faces with kisses? (Bonus points if they're COVERED in cutesy lipstick marks after that–DOUBLE BONUS POINTS if a fan catches a pic of them like that somehow (when asked why their s/o didn't say anything she just shrugs; they look cute that way what do you want from her!))

Love your stuff as always! -💙

Thank you for the request! This was an absolutely adorable idea. Here you go!💌

🌙Saja Boys x Reader — Marked by You

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🧿 Jinu 

You’d barely had your second sip of morning iced coffee when you crawled into Jinu’s lap, balancing carefully as he tried to finish his planner notes.

“Wait, wait—!” he mumbled, but it was too late. You dotted a kiss to his nose, then his cheekbone, then his other cheek, then his jaw. You chased the corners of his lips with pecks, giggling the whole time as your lipstick left a soft trail of bubblegum-pink across his skin like a heart-shaped crime scene.

“You're not gonna warn me?” he said in disbelief, blinking up at you with a pen still in hand and his glasses sliding down his nose.

“You look cute this way,” you shrugged, patting his face. “It's fashion. You're trending.”

He looked like he wanted to argue—he really did—but you could see the way his ears turned red. He ended up letting out a long, helpless sigh and resting his head back on your shoulder.

Later, when he walked out to grab takeout from the front desk, he passed a group of teens who froze mid-conversation.

“Oh my god,” one whispered. “That’s Jinu. He’s—he’s COVERED in kisses.”

The fancam had nearly a million likes by morning. Jinu's only comment on it?

“This is defamation.” (Sent from your account.)

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💪 Abby 

Abby had just finished his workout. He looked flushed, golden, sweaty — basically, a walking thirst trap.

So of course you ambushed him on the floor mat with open arms and a glittery tube of red lipstick.

“Babe?” he asked cautiously, muscles still flexing under the tank top. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You tackled him like a koala, straddled his waist, and smooched the life out of him.

Each kiss landed with a dramatic mwah. Abby laughed the whole time, limbs limp as he tried not to roll you both across the mat. But when you finally let him go and he looked at himself in the mirror—

“Wait. Why do I look like Valentine’s Day?”

“Because you are,” you said sweetly, snapping a picture.

Unfortunately, one of the gym trainers walked in right then and absolutely lost it. They posted it to their story with “our fave romantic wrestler got jumped” as the caption. Abby found out during dinner.

He just looked at you with a long, betrayed expression… then shrugged.

“Okay, but I do look good.”

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📚 Mystery 

Mystery was halfway through reading when you silently straddled his lap and kissed his forehead.

Then his temple.

Then his nose.

He didn’t say a word. Not even when you kissed his chin. Not when you smooched his jaw. He just tilted his head slightly, letting you angle him like a sculpture.

“I’m decorating,” you explained, lips tinted with plum gloss. “You’re my canvas.”

“I see,” he replied evenly.

You smushed a final kiss to his cheekbone and sighed in satisfaction.

Only then did he speak again—voice low and unreadable.

“…You forgot one spot.”

You blinked, about to ask what he meant, when he tilted his head and tapped his neck, just below the ear.

Oh. Oh.

He didn’t move for you. He just waited, eyes barely half-lidded, until you leaned in again. You left a dramatic lipstick stamp right where he pointed.

Twenty minutes later, a fan who’d been standing behind Mystery in line at the bookstore posted a blurry shot captioned:

“not me behind this man who just finished a romance novel and has kiss marks all over his throat???”

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💋 Romance

Romance had just finished doing his hair. That was his first mistake.

His second mistake was standing near the vanity where you were testing a brand new lipstick — hot coral pink, glossy finish.

“Ooooh,” you whispered, eyes lighting up. “Hold still.”

“I literally just did my hair—”

Too late. You attacked.

Romance yelped as you cornered him into the mirror, covering every inch of his face in affection. You kissed his cheekbones, his forehead, his chin, his eyelids. You kissed the little mole near his ear, kissed the tip of his nose. He protested in dramatics, but never pushed you away.

When you finally stepped back to admire your masterpiece, he was glowing.

He stared at his reflection in horror.

“I look like a crime of passion.”

“You look adorable.”

“NO,” he said, snatching his phone and immediately opening the camera. “NO, wait—actually…”

He posted a full selfie to his story with a filter that added sparkles.

“Say hello to KISSCORE.™️”

One fan reposted it with the caption:

“this is not an idol this is someone’s boyfriend having the time of his life.”

And honestly? They were right.

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🔥 Baby

Baby was still rubbing his eyes when you pounced on him that morning.

You'd been waiting. Waiting until he was just barely awake, soft with sleep and warm under the oversized hoodie he stole from your side of the closet. He was a blank canvas.

You didn’t go easy.

Baby made a sound of protest and tried to roll away, but you climbed on top of him and showered his face in smooches.

“Babe—what—why do you taste like strawberry—”

You shushed him with another kiss. By the time you were done, his entire face was a collage of glossy kiss marks. His eyes narrowed at your smug expression.

“You didn’t even TRY to warn me.”

“I tried. You were asleep.”

He glared. But the glare softened quickly, because your grin was all teeth and affection, and he could feel the sticky gloss prints all over his cheeks, jaw, and neck.

Unfortunately for him, the fan photo was taken exactly twenty minutes later, when you stopped by a bakery and he turned to thank the cashier.

The post?

“He said ‘thank you!’ with like 13 lipstick marks on his face. No one survives this relationship.”

And he didn’t.

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[chiistarri]

i hate change id rather die

[apatheticsunday]

Cartoons and Cereal

AKA "Dick Grayson adopts recently de-aged Danny Nightingale. He doesn't anticipate Danny being a little... not entirely human." Prompt idea! Might be a multi-part series. :)

Dick never thought he'd be a parent at the age of 22 but the moment he saw Danny's feral little snarling face at the Bludhaven precinct, it's like he turned into Bruce Wayne. In more ways than one. Dick vividly remembers giving Bruce a heart attack by jumping from the manor's upper balcony onto the chandelier, how he cackled in glee at Bruce wide-eyed expression of terror. Watching Danny float off the couch and then drop in mid-air probably has Dick making the same expression as Bruce in that moment.

The frying pan clatters to the stovetop, pancakes flopping out, as Dick swings over the kitchen island and flings himself over the sofa - just in time to catch Danny before he brains himself on the coffee table. Dick doesn't catch himself before he releases a loud, terrified and relieved, "Fuck!" Danny immediately gasps and loudly proclaims sw'ar jar, sw'ar jar!

"I know, bud. I-," Dick squeezes Danny to his chest. His heart is still beating unbelievably fast and his palms are sweating. "Just give me a minute, okay, buddy?" This has to be some kind of revenge for all the stuff he put Bruce through as a kid. Danny squirms as Dick thinks about the next steps: obviously, he has to test for the meta gene, register with the state, and maybe get in touch with Clark about teaching Danny how to control his flying ability. But Clark will tell Bruce and Dick hasn't even told Bruce-

Danny bites him. Dick yelps, dropping the kid onto his sofa again, and thinks this is definitely payback as Danny cackles. Danny reaches his arms up and grins with a menacing little twinkle in his eye that definitely means pick me up so I can bite you again. Dick resists despite how cute (and terrifying) his kid looks. Then, he smells something burning. Specifically, their pancakes, which are now scattered on the floor and on the burning stove coils.

"Ah, shoot. I'm sorry, bud." They both stare at the burnt pancake before Danny starts poking the floor pancakes. Well. There goes the last of the instant pancake batter. After stopping Danny from eating the floor pancake (multiple times, eventually stacking a couple of his gym weights on top of the trash to Danny won't go digging in it), Dick proposes breakfast at the little brunch place downtown. Danny only grunts in answer because he's too busy struggling to lift the lid of the trashcan.

Haven Coffee it is.

He probably should've expected somebody to take their picture, but seeing the image of Dick and Danny plastered on the Gotham Herald's website makes his blood run cold. It's almost like a horror movie. Reading the news article (Golden Boy Richie Grayson following in his father's footsteps with adopted son Daniel Grayson... recently orphaned son of renowned scientists... suggesting a custody battle between absentee godfather and Gotham's Golden Boy...), Dick feels sick. He's never been violated like this in Bludhaven. In Gotham, as Bruce Wayne's son? Sure. In Bludhaven, as Dick Grayson? Never.

The picture is just as damning (and beautiful. Dick would frame it, keep it in his wallet and tucked into the mirror of his car, if it weren't such a violation of his and Danny's privacy). Dick and Danny look like they've lived together for years. Danny, chocolate smear on his cheek and looking up at Dick with sparkling sugar-crazed eyes. And Dick, propping the kid on his hip while they walk to the car, looking down and thumbing at the smear with such adoration that it's clear to anybody looking Dick loves his son dearly.

(Maybe Dick will frame it. He's still going to sue the shit out of Gotham Herald, but Danny's tiny face looks the happiest he's ever been. Double chocolate chip pancakes tend to do that.)

He's almost, almost surprised when his phone starts ringing as soon as he finishes the news article. Afterall, Dick is hardly the only one who reads the news and he knows half his siblings have alerts set for anytime their names pop up in civilian or vigilante identities. Tim's caller ID pops up, quickly followed by several texts from Barbara, Steph, and Duke. He knows Jason and Damian will probably take some time before reaching out. Dick feels a small twinge of guilt for not telling them, but they have a... complicated relationship. Dick has always been more of a parentified figure, solidified more so when Dick stepped in as Batman for a time, than a sibling.

Danny huffs out a heavy sigh on the couch next to him. He's still asleep from his sugar crash earlier, cuddling with his elephant Zitka and dog Haley, as Scooby Doo plays softly on the TV. Dick gently combs Danny's hair back from his face - grimacing slightly at sticky chocolate stuck to a couple strands, how did he manage that?? - when his phone dings for the last time.

This was the text Dick was waiting for.

Dinner tonight at 7pm. Bring Daniel.

Dick glances back to the grumbling lump beside him, smiling slightly as he tickles one small socked foot sticking out from the blanket. He gets a little bunny kick and a louder grumble for the trouble. Another ping and Dick's lips twitch at the hastily added Please. It looks like Alfred beat some common sense into Bruce after all.

He types back K and tosses his phone onto the coffee table. Pats the lump. "Danny, are you up for meeting grandpa?"

It's time to face the music.

(Danny sleeps for another thirty minutes before Dick can't resist bugging him, enduring bunny kicks and tired grumbles. It takes bribing Danny with Alfred's cookies and pizza for dinner to get him out of the blanket nest. Dick hastily calls Alfred to please, please, please make cheese pizza for dinner. Yes, Alfred, really, just cheese. Oh, god, thank you. See you later tonight. They have just enough time to wrestle an owl-eyed Danny into the bath and some non-chocolate-smeared clothing before dinner.)

[anglbunny]

NERDJO ASKING TO RECORD YOU - S.GOJO

smut mdni, nerdjo, lots of use of the word 'shit', recording, based on this req, ignore the errors - not edited

He pushes his glasses up his nose with the back of his wrist, lips parted, face flushed, hair a mess — and yet he still somehow manages to look like he just tripped out of a library instead of over your thighs.

You’re sprawled out beneath him, shirt hiked up, chest rising unevenly. He’s already made a mess of you tonight — tongue too curious, fingers too focused, brain too obsessed — but now he’s hovering above you with that look again.

The one that says he’s thinking something deranged and trying very hard to phrase it like a math problem.

“Okay, um,” he starts, swallowing. “Don’t be mad. Or weirded out.”

You blink at him.

“…You’re making this sound like a confession.”

He groans softly and scrubs a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, maybe a little bit. I just — I was thinking. Not in a creepy way! Just — like, data collection.”

“Data,” you repeat, deadpan.

He nods too eagerly. “Y-Yeah, like… observational stuff. To better understand your responses and preferences and, uh…” His voice dies in his throat. “Like, for next time. I can be more efficient.”

You stare.

“Gojo. Are you asking to record us?”

He goes red. Almost comically so.

“I mean — yes?” He winces. “But, like, not in a weird guy way! Not like that! Just for — just to review— I mean, I wouldn’t share it or anything, obviously, it's strictly for— for scientific purposes.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Scientific.”

“I’m a visual learner,” he blurts.

A beat of silence.

You laugh — loudly. “You’re such a freak.”

He groans, collapsing forward against your chest, hiding his face like you’ve just caught him cheating on a test. “I knew you’d say that.”

“But like,” you grin, combing your fingers through his messy hair, “a hot freak.”

He peers up at you, all glasses-askew and hopeful. “So… not a no?”

You hum, dragging your nails gently down his back. “Only if I get a copy too.”

He chokes on his own breath.

-

The camera’s recording.

You’re under him — flushed, dazed, stretched out against the sheets — and he’s hovering over you like he’s trying to catalog everything, the way your lips part when he lines up against you, the way your fingers clutch at the pillow, the sound you make when his tip just presses in.

“For science,” he mumbles, breath catching, trying to laugh it off as he pushes in inch by inch.

But his voice breaks halfway through.

You’re so warm. So tight. Gripping him like your body knows him.

“Oh— f-fuck, that’s…” He chokes on a groan, burying himself to the hilt. “Yeah. Okay. I— I need to remember this angle—shit—”

He braces one hand beside your head, the other gripping your waist as he starts to move. Slow at first. Like he’s holding back. Like he thinks he can pace this.

He can’t.

The moment your hips roll to meet his, the spell snaps.

His rhythm stutters, and suddenly he's thrusting harder, head dropping to your shoulder with a guttural moan.

“You feel so good, fuck, it’s insane—”

You moan his name, fingers dragging down his back, and that breaks him. Fully.

His glasses slip down his nose, and he doesn’t bother fixing them — he’s too focused on the way you tighten around him, the way your body reacts to everything he does. You grab the foggied glasses off his face and toss them aside. "you look hotter like this" you grin at the way his face turns tomato red.

He pulls back to look down at where you’re joined, eyes wide, watching the way his cock disappears into you over and over.

“God, I wish you could see what I see,” he pants. “It’s fucking— shit, you’re perfect—”

You clench around him, and he stutters, hips jerking.

"You're doing it on purpose," he groans, the sound desperate. "Fucking me dumb so I can’t analyze shit.”

You grin. “You already sound dumb, baby.”

He whimpers. Actually whimpers.

And then he’s grabbing your thigh, hooking it over his shoulder so he can fuck you deeper. The way you gasp, back arching, sends him reeling. He knows the camera’s picking it up. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every filthy, broken whisper that falls from your lips like music.

He drops his head again, panting against your neck.

“Y-you’re gonna watch this later, right?” he babbles. “Wanna see yourself, wanna hear how wet you are—fuck—how loud you get when I—”

A particularly deep thrust cuts him off. You cry out, and his entire body shudders.

“Shit, shit, I’m close—baby, I can’t—”

You grab his jaw and make him look at you.

“Come in me,” you whisper.

His eyes roll back.

He moans like it physically hurts, hips stuttering, pace breaking down into frantic thrusts as he fucks you through it. Choking on your name. Losing every thought he ever had.

And when he finally spills into you, cock twitching, breath ragged, chest heaving — he collapses on top of you like he just got knocked out.

A beat of silence.

Then, muffled, still buried inside you..

“Okay, but… this is, like… invaluable data.”

You laugh breathlessly, brushing his damp hair off his forehead. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Your nerd.”

And the camera keeps blinking red — still recording every second of it.

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau @laslowchan @ethxrxxlity

A/N: got kinda long and got kinda carried away, excuse me :p

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