#wc: 1028

[ihrtsevyn]

٠ ─ BLUSH, BLUSH, BLUSH, YOU ARE NOW MY BIG FAT CRUSH . . . 𖤐 | j.g x reader

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SYNOPSIS headcanons of johnnie having a crush on you :)

WARNINGS no specific race/age/gender specified. nothing explicit of any nature. lowercase intended. very loosely proof-read.

WC: 1028 >

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johnnie's crush on you developed out of the blue, in all honesty. it wasn't love at first sight, like he was struck by cupids arrow. it was more of a quickly approaching train from a distance coming towards him while he was tied down to the tracks. it took him a while to finally catch onto his feelings, but once the realization hit, it hit him hard.

He was always attracted to you physically, but getting to know you more made that attraction grow emotionally as well.

. . .

He'd find himself thinking about you constantly. he'd wonder what you'd be wearing today and if anything you wore would correlate with his outfit so he could point it out. he'd think about you at gatherings when you're not there, always thinking about how he'd have 10x more fun if you were there.

he's always trying to strike up a conversation with you. if there's an opportunity johnnie can take to talk to you, he's gonna take it. sometimes he'll even approach you before having a conversation starter ready in his head.

tries to make you laugh. he'll do whatever he can to hear that pretty laugh of yours that he's grown to love. he'll embarrass himself and draw enough attention to form a crowd if it'll get a half-hearted chuckle out of you. he'll even bring out timmy if he really wants to force that laugh out of you.

gravitates towards you. at parties, or just friendly dinners, johnnie will always find a place next to you. sometimes he doesn't even try to, his body is just naturally attracted to your energy. most of the time he does look for you first out of the crowd, and if he can't find you he goes to jake and asks for you. on more than one occasion he's asked someone to trade spots with him to get closer to you.

plays with your hair. he does it unconsciously. if you're standing or sitting close by him he'll find himself zoning out and pulling on a strand of your hair, softly twisting and twirling it between his fingers. if you have boundaries on your hair and don't like it to be touched or just have really short hair, he'll instead substitute it for your accessories. tugging on whatever bracelet, belt, or necklace you have on.

talks quieter around you. whenever you two are having a conversation his voice gets significantly softer. he'll go from screeching at jake to whispering at you. his entire demeanor eases and he's suddenly right in front of you exchanging hushed whispers and quiet laughs.

avoids eye-contact. if you're someone that makes intense/unwavering eye-contact with people when talking, johnnie simply wouldn't be able to handle it. his eyes would dart in all types of directions before finally landing back on you, he'd only be able to hold it for so long.

protective of you. in any heated discussion johnnie will be there to back you up. if someone's talking shit he'd be the first to defend your name while insulting the person who's talking down on you in the same breath. if one of your friends are playing a cruel joke on you, he'll be the first to rush to your side and shield you from prying eyes.

creates a playlist for you. one of his most listened to playlists is the one he made for you. the title is your name with a simple black heart and the run time of it is at least 2 hours or more. if you recommend any songs to him they'll go directly into that playlist without fail. he likes to keep the playlist on a loop when he's doing mundane tasks around the house.

always finds some way to mention you. it annoys literally everyone with how much he brings you up but he can't put a stop to it even if he wanted to. the most random things could remind him of you and some poor soul has to be stuck with him fawning over you again because somehow an empty baskin robbin's cup in the middle of a parking lot reminded him of you.

indulges in your interests. if you loosely mention that you're interested in something, johnnie will go into full research mode and figure out the lore behind whatever game/movie/tv show/book you're interested in. anytime you have a conversation about that topic he'll bust out a random fact in hopes that it'll impress you.

genuinely wants your opinion on things. he cares about your point of view on things, so it's only natural that he goes to you for advice and to hear your thoughts on certain things.

a bit more affectionate with you. it's the little things that someone would really have to pay attention to take notice of. his affections simply include fixing your jacket that's sliding off of your shoulder, pulling your hair from under your jacket, putting an arm out in-front of you if you've ever came close to running into someone, asking if you've eaten, letting you fall asleep on his shoulder on long car rides, etc . . .

responds to all the tik toks you send. you could send 20+ tik toks over the course of an afternoon and he'd watch every single one of them, responding to each of them with either an emoji or a drawn out text. it might take him a while to respond to all of them but he will eventually.

always picks up your calls. it doesn't really matter where he is or who he's with, if you're calling he's gonna answer. he could be mid-shit on the toilet or at a loud overcrowded party with blasting music, it doesn't matter. he'll always answer even if the call ends up being just 2 minutes because you wanted his opinion on what shoes you should wear. he'll never regret answering the phone for you.

waits patiently for you. even though you might not return his feelings, he still has love for you. he will patiently wait for you as long as he needs to if it meant you'd return his affections at some point.

. . .

i haven't written a fic in so long and just busted this out in my sleep deprived state lol. if anyone has any requests or ideas they'd like to see me write out please let me know! :) i'd be happy to take requests and i hope you guys enjoyed this small fic. <3

[risuola]

ENTRY #6 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // I open my eyes, of you I'm aware, I lower my guards, strip myself bare.

contents: arranged marriage!au — wc. 1028

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There were many molds Satoru had to morph himself to somehow fit into and more often than not, he was squeezing in just barely — just enough to get people off his back. He had to work with people he didn’t like, negotiate with clans he couldn’t stand and face higher-ups that he felt nothing but hate towards. Gojo was no stranger to taking orders he didn’t agree with — back in time when he wasn’t exactly who he is right now. A stubborn man, above most jurisdiction. A man of independence, someone who won’t bend and break to fulfill instructions that do not fit into his beliefs.

Maybe he was too old now or maybe he defamiliarized himself with the art of adjustment to someone else’s decision, but few months had passed and he still couldn’t get used to you.

Whenever Satoru looked at you, he felt as if he was looking at the sun — despite wearing a blindfold or dark glasses. There was a brightness in your aura, a warmth and yet you were so distant and far from him. You were a puzzle he struggled to solve and he blamed it on himself because not once in his life he had to accustom himself to be a husband.

You’ve got him doubting himself.

You’ve got him scared.

You’ve got his heart beat in ways he never experienced before.

You’ve got him longing.

It was terrifying, as he thought of it, whenever he was watching you from afar, and you were just there. In the same house as him, sleeping just few meters away, allowing yourself to lower your guards and Satoru felt dread filling his veins when he realized he was expected to lower his own too. To strip himself from the protective barrier he put so much effort and time to build. To just be there with you, not just somewhere in the same space.

But he was getting there.

It began with him offering you help — little house chores he took upon himself to make your life easier and at first he made it look as if it annoyed him. Maybe it did annoy him. Snarky comments and lowercase insults dressed in overly sweetened words, pet-names spoken in tone full of venom — all that made the daily routine with you and those verbal tug-of-wars taught him respect towards you. You were strong enough and brave enough to engage in the word-fights with him and in retrospect, those were what helped both you and him adapt to the new reality of being married.

“Can you help me with those bags, Satoru?”

“You’ve got legs, sweetheart, you can do this yourself.”

“Move from the damn couch, Gojo, and make yourself useful.”

“Last name, huh? You spoke it with so much venom, I’d figure you hate it if you it wasn’t yours as well.”

“Come here, darling, and help me with those bags.”

And then, Satoru learned what you wanted his help with. He observed what things you didn’t like doing and began doing them himself. It felt natural. A place he was obliged to move into slowly became a house he was walking towards every day with a strange feeling of warmth in his chest, because it was where he will be able to rest, to decompress. It was a place where he will eat or sleep. It was a place where he’ll see you.

Next thing Gojo worked on was infinity. Or rather, turning it off and he had to actively think of it whenever he was home. Few times you tried to touch him and couldn’t made him feel the sort of shame he never felt before. He was so used to always being protected that when he had to face you, he didn’t realize that he doesn’t need to protect himself from you. So he took it off, baring himself before you and allowing himself to get familiar with the soft, cold pads of your fingers. With the way your breath feels on his skin — hot and intimate — and the way your lips feel on his own.

Then it became unconscious for him to turn off his technique the moment he steps into the house.

Then he was catching himself staring. His eyes lingered on you a little too long, a little too intense and whenever you noticed, he found himself flustered. Hmpf-ing and turning his head away, ignoring the muffled chuckles you always tried to suppress and then, he was smiling too.

Then, he was missing the soft, sweet and floral scent of your perfume whenever he was away for work.

Then, he was replaying the gentle tone of your voice in his mind, finding solace in the memory.

 And then—

“Satoru, come to bed.”

—he was caught off guard yet again.

But he moved. A subconscious sequence of muscle contractions and releases, some taken steps and climbed up stairs — all of which led him to a place he had been avoiding for all of the weeks, months, that passed since he vowed himself to you.

“It’s big enough, just–“ your voice was gentle, so very gentle, when you got under the covers first. In the make-shift pajama he recognized as one of his own t-shirts — way too expensive to be a sleeping attire, yet he couldn’t care less. “Just sleep here. You don’t have to sleep on the couch, uncomfortable every night.”

And so he did. Half-bare, as he was used to sleep, he allowed himself to rest next to you. His weight sunk into the soft mattress, his bones straightened up deliciously in the heavenly cocoon of cotton sheets, all scented just slightly with the washing detergents and your perfume. A sigh escaped his mouth, he melted into the luxury of the bed and nuzzled his cheek into one of the pillows.

“Good?”

“Very good,” he admitted, his eyes following the up of your hip and down of your waist, then again up along the curve of your shoulder until he finally looked at your face. Your eyes were already closed, your eyelids covering the beautiful color underneath them and it was a shame he couldn’t see it before he lowered his own. “Goodnight.”

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[facioleeknow]

The art of pleasure: second dates ° Ch 1

Best friend privileges ° Bang Chan

After 8 very successful lessons it is time to go on those second dates the boys were so eager to go on.

Spin off of my series "The art of pleasure"

WC: 1028 Genre: Smut 18+ ONLY, Frat boy AU, College AU

TW: smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight manhandling, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, let me know if i missed anything

Chris pressed sweet feather-like kisses all over your collarbones;his breath tickled your skin as he giggled at your tiny whimpers. You should’ve known it would end like this when Chan had texted you ‘wanna come over tonight eheh?’. When you had stepped foot into his room a scene straight out of a romantic movie greeted you, candles and petals were scattered everywhere around the small bedroom. 

“Damn, Christopher you really went all out, uh?” even if your tone was mocking, your heart skipped a beat at the effort he put in.Romantic gestures weren’t normal for Chan, he was the most infamous fuck boy in your whole university after all.

“Anything for you, baby,” he giggled like a child. After that you had settled down to watch a movie, but you knew your friend had other plans in mind. Ever since you had come into his room, he had a fiery look into his eyes; something you had only heard people talk about on campus. Experiencing it though, was another story, you felt intimidated and desired, you wanted to kneel before him and do everything he asked you to, you wanted him to use you until you couldn't think straight. 

Not even five minutes later Chris's lips were on yours and the movie was long forgotten.

His kisses were short and light, and not nearly passionate enough. You felt like you were on fire, both your skin, your pussy, and your brain was short circuiting. You understood why those girls were all begging to sleep with him for just another night.

With your pussy throbbing, your panties soaked through and your head empty, you couldn't help what came out of your mouth.

“Daddy, please, I want more,” you whined. The words hung heavy in the air.

“Channie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-”

Chris pressed your lips together, your apology lost. His hand made his way down your body until he was cupping your heat.

“It's okay baby, I will take care of you. Are my hands enough for you?” His lips still worked on your neck but this time they were sucking a little more harshly, his teeth grazed your skin every now and then.

“No no no no,” you cried out, you wanted to feel him, really feel him. His hands weren't going to cut it.

“Shh, it's okay baby, how about this, huh?” At that, Chan pressed his clothed bulge between your legs and gently rocked his hips up and down, up and down. You could feel the heat radiating off him, pearls of sweat appeared on your forehead. His light silver chain brushed against your hot skin at every roll of his hips, making you gasp at the temperature difference.

“Please, daddy fuck me, I want you, I need you.” A tear fell from the corner of your eye, down the side of your face. Chan cooed and wiped the moisture away.

“I can't resist you when you make that sweet face.” He laid back on his hunches and hurriedly took off your pants and underwear just to do the same for him. When you opened your legs wide for him like a good girl, he sucked in a breath.

“God baby, pussy so pretty just like I remembered.” Chan positioned himself between your legs, his warm hands gripped your thighs and pushed them upwards so they were almost touching your torso.

“Keep them like this, mh baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your pussy dripped at how roughly his hands gripped your skin and downright fluttered when, after releasing your legs he pinned your wrist to the bed, above your head. He leaned down after that and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as a thank you for letting him handle you as he wished.

“How do you want it, baby?” His lips tickled yours and you felt like you were going to explode; you wanted him inside and you wanted his lips on yours. Immediately.

“Pound me, Channie, please.” A small pinch to your wrists made you mewl.

“That's not how you call me baby.”

“I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please,” you bubbled incoherently. Streams of words kept escaping your mouth until Chan swiftly pushed all of his length into you, with no warning. A strangled scream resounded in the room, mixed with a low moan from Chan. 

Your best friend wasted no time in fulfilling your wish and started roughly thrusting into you. Your body moved around like a ragdoll, your legs stayed in place and your ankles wrapped around Chan's torso to keep him in place. You never wanted him to stop, the drag of his cock against your walls and of his pelvis on your clit made you see stars. The headboard of his bed smashed against the wall at every thrust, the frame creaked at the movement. You almost pitied the poor guy that roomed next to him, almost. 

Chan started panting and groaning down your neck, the sounds getting more and more strangled with each thrust of his hips. 

“I'm sorry, baby, but you're too warm and soft, I'm gonna cum, I can't hold it,” his voice was shaky and raspy, it was making your pussy tighten and drip down his shaft.

“I don't want you to, Daddy, I want you to cum inside me.” 

“God baby, you're gonna drive me crazy if you say those things,” Chan's hips picked up an even faster and more brutal pace, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. Every sharp hit made your poor neglected clit throb, you wanted him to touch it, you wanted to cum so hard around him he wouldn't be able to pull out, but most importantly you want to feel his hot cum inside you and see it drip out of you.

Like he had heard your thoughts, a second after you felt a hot liquid fill your womb.

Chan stopped his movements and collapsed on top of you.

“Give me 10 minutes baby, then I'm all yours again,” he mumbled against your neck, “you better be ready, I'll make your little pussy cum so many times you'll beg me to stop.”

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[akaneoxo]

Coffee in the Morning

Summary-  Your boyfriend Choso wakes you up horny.

WC- 1028

Even under the heavy duvet you still manage to feel cold until a pair of arms wrap around you. Smiling you slap at your husband's hand he paws at your chest. You feel him smile into the nape of your neck. “Choso what time is it?” You yawn out stretching before turning to face him. Well attempting to because he keeps you caged in with your back to his chest. Kissing in between your shoulder and neck you feel his heavy palm drag your thigh up. “Hold this for me.” He murmurs before sucking two digits into his mouth, releasing them with a soft pop.

“Mmph the sun is barely out and- ah”

Choso smiles pecking you on the cheek as he works over your clit in slow circles. Your arm barely keeps your shaking thigh open for him. “Missed you.” he murmurs into your skin before sinking one long finger into your cunt. You moan arching your back and losing the grip on your thigh. “Mm mm” You hear him rasp before swirling his fingers even deeper into you. “Stay open for me.” Your fingers tremble trying to keep a grip on your leg.You hear him hum in approval before he adds another finger. Scissoring you gently and working you open patiently. You squeal when his other palm slowly drags up from your waist, brushing softly against your hardened nipples before slipping the straps of your nightgown down. “So fucking pretty” he hums before he thumbs your clit. “Why you always so fucking pretty ?” He asks in that deep tired voice. Your leg slams shut and you let out a long moan as you feel your peak climbing. Choso pulls his hand away all together and you whine reaching for his hair that's hanging loosely around his shoulder.”Please- “ You yelp when he slaps your clit with the same wet fingers. Once, Twice, Three times.

“Baby” You choke. Choso says nothing, but he gently removes your hand for the grip in his hair before settling it back under your thigh. He adjusts you slightly, rubbing his slick covered fingers over himself and pumping a few times. You heard him groan as he began to slide himself into your folds. He slaps your clit lightly before pushing into you slowly. “Missed this pussy so much. Don't ever want to leave it.” You feel his hand cover the one holding your thigh and you must be doing an awful job of holding yourself open for him because he chuckles lightly nosing your cheek when you whine. “I got it baby, ‘s okay.” He's rolling his hips into you slowly. Savoring every sigh and whimper that leaves your lips. His other hand fits between you and splays against your tummy. Holding you in place.

Your hand reaches back to curl your fingers into his dark strands as you moan. He's dragging his heavy cock against your walls slowly so you can feel every inch. He's kissing a trail of hickies down your throat and you squeak once his raspy voice is at your ears again. “Rub your pussy for me.” He groans. You bring a shaky hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles just how you like. Biting your lips when your boyfriend sighs in approval. “Always so fucking good for me. Do anything I tell you huh princess?” He drags the hand from your tummy up to your throat and squeezes. You squeal trying to close the legs he has open as he starts to really fuck into you. He soaks up your cute little babbles and mewls. He knows hes not going to last long.

He lets go of his grip on your legs before moving you onto your stomach. He leans his weight flush against you but not to crush you. “Cross your ankles.” He says kissing your cheek as he lines himself up with your entrance. You nod completely in a trance as you do what he says. He settles a hand around your throat again because he knows how much you love it. He doesn't squeeze, just holds you up as he sinks into you again. He smiles as your eyes cross and roll back. You stick out your tongue and he knows what you. He purses his lips and spits into your mouth before covering it with his hand. Then he fucks you. The headboard is slamming against the wall so loudly you're worried you're going to get another complaint from the neighbors. But thats the least of your worries when your usually sweet and shy boyfriend is absolutely fucking your guts up. 

You tap his forearm twice and he moves his hand from your throat.

“G-gonna cum. Fuckfuckfuckfuck- Please”

You feel a light slap against your cheek and Choso moans when he feels you start to flutter around him. 

“You asking or telling me, pretty girl?”

You dont fuck up the answer to this question. You did once and learned your lesson after he cruelly edged you for eight times that session. “A-asking Cho- Please” You feel his hand curl around the back of your throat pushing you into the bed and you're grateful for the pillows that you're squealing into. “Mmm cum for me baby, and i'll fill this pussy up.” He leans up grabbing a handful of your ass and using it to fuck you back against him. “Pretty ass pussy.” He brings a calloused hand down sharply against your back side and you cum. Choso chuckles as he fucks you through your orgasm. Burying his head back against your neck before he's joining you with a low moan. 

Your boyfriend is thrusting against you lazy as comes down from his high. Humming into your neck when you squeeze him again. Turning your head slightly he kisses you.“I love you.” You can feel him still hard inside you and you squeeze him again. “Love you so fucking much.” He murmurs against your open mouth as he sets a steady pace again. Your pretty eyes flutter shut and you know you're not sleeping for the rest of the night. 

AN- Reblogs, likes, and comments are heavily appreciated ! <3 TY for reading

[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : haters ❌, y/n is a roblox player

wc : 1028

green hair

“Hi, chat!” You wave to the camera, watching as viewers flow in. You prop your legs up, hugging your knees as you try to read the overflowing chat.

strawberrylimesoda : HII Y/NNN

popcornpops : WE MISSED YOUU

Laughing at the sweet comment, answering “Chat, I streamed two days ago, remember?”

Messages flow in as you try to keep up with the fast paced comments. Though you can barely comprehend them quick enough to answer one, your eye catches on one.

Bluebirdfly : IS JAY WITH YOU?

Your smile falters slightly, ignoring the comment with an awkward chuckle, “Anyways, how are you guys?”

stellaverse : IM GOODD HOW ARE YOU??? I LOVE YOUR HAIRR

“Thank you, Stella! I styled it better today for some reason.” Brushing your hands between your front strands, you fix the hairs that are sticking out. Your eyes catch on the viewer count deciding to actually start the stream. Clapping, you welcome everybody in.

“Welcome to my stream everyone!” A smile grows on your face, ready for the reaction of your chat.

You pause to build suspense, then soon continuing “Today we have a special guest joining us!” Using your desk as a drum, you point to the camera, letting your guest know to say something. Jay’s low tone fill your headphones. “Hi, chat.”

The comments spiral, reading some, “Guys stop—Hyeju’s not my only friend, everyone please welcome Jay!”

You could hear the grin Jay has on his face, saying “Don’t get too excited Y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you snap back “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Folding in your lips you can hear Jay barely holding his laugh in, letting out a snicker. You both burst into laughter, you hit the chair slightly, laughing at your antics.

Letting your giggles die down, you open the game you’re going to play, reading the recognizable “ROBLOX” loading screen. Spotting a green dot next to Jay’s username you click on his profile automatically joining him.

Switching tabs so the stream can see your joining screen, you watch as the chat laughs at the game choice.

Jay’s voice fills your ears again, a slight rasp to it, “She chose the game, guys. Not me.”

Your jaw drops, retorting, “Nothing wrong with Royale high, it’s the best dress up game on the planet.” Your eyes meet the familiar castle, walking up to the fountain you’re met with Jay’s avatar. Though clearly not decorated at all since he made the account, you can’t help but laugh at his skin.

“Hey wait—you have to go through the intro to get here, have you played this game before, Jay?” You accuse.

His avatar turns away from you, “No comment.” He replies.

ilovegreenbeans : JAY PLAYS ROYALE HIGH ON THE DAILY I BET

Giggling, you read the comment so Jay can respond, “Someone said that you play Royale high on the daily, is that true?” You tilt your head slightly, awaiting his remark back.

“Hey! I do not play Royale High a lot. I joined yesterday so I could get through the intro—It was for the good of the stream!”

You skeptically nod, letting out an “Uh-huh” before showing Jay how to decorate his avatar and how to get special hair colors. It’s much harder to help him when you’re not next to him, but this would work for now.

“Jay if you want the cool hair colors you have to buy the gamepass!” You nag him.

He sighs, “Y/n I am not spending money on this game, no matter how little.”

“I know you want that bright green hair, it would look so awesome on your avatar! Jay please—for the stream. Chat, help me convince him! Spam “Jay buy the gamepass!”

Comments flood in, all chanting the same four words over and over again. Pointing to the chat right next to your webcam you exclaim, “See the chat agrees too!”

lilaclavender : JAY FOR THE STREAM BUY THE GAMEPASS

Bluebirdfly : JAY BUY THE GAMEPASS 🙏

strawberrylimesoda : WE NEED GREEN HAIR JAY

“That’s because you told them to—whatever I give up, give me a second to buy it.” His audibly exhale is covered by your cheers, clapping your hands together as you excitedly tell chat that it worked.

user18127983 : AWW HES SO WHIPPED FOR HER

popcornpops : need a man who cant say no to me like jay cant say no to y/n

You want to smile at the comments, but you’re unsure whether or not to prove those to be false. Instead you let it go, deciding that it wasn’t worth replying. A minute or two passes by, you’re entertaining your viewers when you spot Jay’s bright green hair from the corner of your eye. You squeal, commenting, “Jay it looks so good! Aren’t you glad you decided to buy the gamepass?”

He lets out his nth sigh of the stream, and you take that answer as a “yes”.

☆

Two hours later you say goodbye to your viewers, ending a stream with a relieved sigh, finally leaning back into your chair.

“Tired?” He asks, before you can answer, you let a yawn out, eyes watery.

He laughs, urging you to go get ready for bed. You drowsily get up, basically stomping to the bathroom with your heaved footsteps. You brush your teeth and do your skincare before walking back to your desk, you see Jay’s webcam, waiting for you on his phone.

“Did you get ready for bed before the stream?” You ask, positioning your headphones to a comfortable position. His head shoots up, a soft smile grows when he sees your bare face.

“If I start the stream after like 9:00 I always do, so after I could crash. But today I’m not that tired for some reason.”

You hum, nodding as best as you can. He spots how your head falls every few seconds, and how your eyes drop “Hey—Y/n you can go to sleep, it’s okay.”

He doesn’t get a response from you, but he doesn’t mind. In fact he finds it kind of cute how you are when you’re sleepy. He lets out a soft “Sweet dreams” before finding a comfortable spot on his chair and drifting off to sleep.

☆

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[mamayan]

Nghhhh your event is delicious, I'M IN LOVE???? Keep being awesome. I'll kiss you all over your pretty face 🥺❤️

97 | 72 | 8 | 6 with Giyuu

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Giyuu Tomioka

Somnophilia || Yandere || “You cry so pretty.” || “I need you like I need air in my lungs, like I need blood in my veins, like I need the earth to keep spinning.”

tw: Fem! Reader • Somnophilia • Dacryphilia • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Light Bondage • Dubcon • Overstimulation • Oral (F) • NSFW

wc: 1028

Dark blue eyes drank in the sight before him greedily.

You, so soundly asleep it was a wonder how you’d survived in the world so long, were lightly tied to the bedposts of a western bed frame gifted not long ago by a grateful civilian he’d saved. His head tilted to the side as he stalked around once more to ensure you were well and truly secured.

Pleasure thrummed through him, your soft frame left nude and vulnerable for only his eyes made something primal ignite in his chest.

He itched to hold you tightly, mark you up so there wouldn’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind, including your own, who you belonged to.

Another instinct won, a more tender feeling which urged him to cherish and caress you sweetly because you deserve nothing less than his complete adoration.

He strips, muscles taunt as he crawls onto the bed and over your spread form, curious when you might wake up. You looked precious like this, face relaxed and soothed as if you liked how you were offered up to him.

He struggled to stay silent when his calloused fingers trailed up the smooth skin of your thighs, up your hips and over your stomach where he allowed the full weight of his hands to rest just under your breasts.

Your lungs expanded with each inhale, and he spent several moments just admiring how your chest moved as you breathed.

He grew impatient as a soft noise escaped past your lips, eager mouth descending to lick one soft nipple, his saliva coating it as the cool air dried and hardened the bud so he could suck it.

A few more soft breathy noises echoed as if to encourage him, his hands finally joining as he ravished your chest, mouth sucking on the delicate flesh until the capillaries below burst and bruises formed.

Still you did not wake, as he moved up your chest to your neck, where returned the same treatment. His hands moved down to your spread legs where your slit was exposed. Juxtaposed to his attention on your neck and collarbone, Giyuu let his thumb rub small circles over your clit with gentle pressure.

You moaned, halting his ministrations on your neck as he froze to ensure he hadn’t misheard.

His thumb exerted a little more force, and in return he was rewarded with another gorgeous noise from you as he smiled.

His lips brushed your open mouth, tongue easily slipping past without any resistance as he toyed with your tongue, his body heating and cock leaking as he savored your taste.

When would you wake and show him those beautiful eyes? He kissed down your face and chest, sliding down your body until he could stare at your uncovered drooling hole. His thumb left your clit, two fingers easily slipping through your wet folds to spread them and reveal all of you for his eyes.

Then he was leaning down and letting his tongue taste you there too.

His wet muscle slicking you further as he groaned aloud, giving you a few good licks before he was noisily slurping at your hole up to your clit where he sucked the nub gently. Rolling his tongue around the pearl while your hips twitched and jerked, restrained ankles preventing you from closing your legs or retreating from his hot fervent mouth.

You groaned, groggily tossing and being unable to shift as he lapped and lavished your sensitive bundle of nerves while a finger began to wiggle inside of your tight entrance. His rough digit speared inside your gummy walls until it rubbed a ribbed patch that had you clamping down and whining for him.

You awoke gasping, arms straining to break away from your restraints as a coil snapped and you came on Giyuu’s face.

Your foggy mind didn’t clear quickly enough, your body overwhelmed with pleasure as something wet and warm drank down your cum, tongue slipping just past the opening of your pussy to catch every drop you released.

Tears welled up and spilled down your cheeks as you cried out and jerked, unable to pull away as you spasmed from overstimulation as another wave easily rose and crashed over you.

“S-stop—!” Your back arched painfully, jolting as Giyuu gave one last kiss to your clit before he obliged and lifted his head, his dark blue gaze connecting with your own.

He couldn’t help but coo at your cute appearance, sleepy face and teary eyes endearing. He easily crawled up your body again, blanketing your form with his own as he licked up a drop which had streaked down your cheek.

“You cry so pretty…” he murmured against you, not letting you catch your breath before he was lining his thick cock up with your drooling hole below.

“G-Giyuu why—? Hgn!?” Your eyes go wide in panic as he pushes the squishy bulbous tip inside of you, your slick easing his passage as the stretch becomes wider and harder. You have nothing to hold onto, nothing to grasp or anchor beside his cock filling you with each ridged inch.

“Why?” He echoes, eyes unapologetic despite the strain he put on you with his slow entrance, pushing and forcing all of himself inside until he felt the resistance of your cervix. More tears welled, but you couldn’t even cry before he was pulling back quickly to sheath himself inside again, your body tethered in place and made to take all of the brunt force he exerted.

His pace is slow but brutal, claiming as you gasp and tremble under him.

He chuckles, eyes crinkling as a wicked grin forms on his beautiful lips usually so devoid of emotion.

“Because I need you…,” his cock drags deliciously inside of you. “like I need air in my lungs,” his pelvis kisses against your clit, rubbing and stimulating you. “Like I need blood in my veins…,” he grunts as you tighten, pretty features scrunching up as the pleasure builds once more. His eyes are darker, almost wild and unhinged with possessiveness, “Like I need the earth to keep spinning.”

“You are why…” he whispers as you come apart around him.

Post dividers/@cafekistune

[dazasito]

i’m sorry.

pairing: sam winchester x female!reader

warnings: character death (reader), angst, tears, general pain

summary: after the heartbreaking and gruesome death of y/n l/n, sam listens to the only thing left of her: tapes.

notes: this is poorly written and not proofread by any means. also written at 4am :)

wc: 1028

“Hello? Check one, check two. Uh, well, hi, it’s Y/N, but you already know that,” She cuts herself off with a small chuckle — one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sam. Her melodic laugh rings repeatedly through his mind, bouncing off of the walls of his head, on an endless loop. He hasn’t heard her laugh in so, so long and he’d do anything to hear it again — well, with these tapes in front of him, he’d have to be a bit more specific — he’d do anything to hear her laugh again, in person. Or, even better, to see her, full of life and standing in front of him, saying what he saw was all kind of sick dream. That’s all he wants.

But, realistically, that just wasn’t going to happen. Sam wasn’t naïve, and he wasn’t dumb. He knew he wasn’t getting her back. Not after her body was mangled and torn by a hellhound ten feet in front of him. No, not after he falsely promised her that he wouldn’t let anything get her and, no, definitely not after he stared at the flames licking up the pyre, engulfing her lifeless body in flames. Not when he knew for a fact that the love of his life was dead.

“Uh, okay. I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t really plan this out before I hit the button, so I’ll just start,” Her voice pauses, and Sam inhales a shaky breath. If he had known how refreshing (but simultaneously heartbreaking) it would be to hear her voice again, he would have listened to these tapes way earlier.

“I guess what I should say first is, I’m sorry,” the tapes play, her voice coming out a bit staticky… not clear enough for Sam to close his eyes and pretend that it’s really her in front of him and not just a Walkman, “and that’s true. I am. I’m sorry for leaving you so soon, and I’m sorry I’m hurting you. But I’m not sorry for the deal I made. I could never apologize for that.”

Sam feels a pang in his heart, tears forming in his eyes, “I saved you. You died. You died and… I couldn’t let it stay that way. Dean was broken. Hell, so was I. And… I guess maybe it’s selfish of me. I’m selfish because I’m letting them take me so soon, because I settled for only one more week with you. Selfish that I sold my soul for your life because I was too weak to see you like that. I’m ready to admit that. But it’s also more than that. People need you, Sam. Dean needs you, and the world needs you. The world needs Sam Winchester.”

But I need you is what he wants to tell her. He wants to scream and yell and cry and hug her and love her. He wants to tell her that the world needs her, too. He wants to tell her that, yes, she was being selfish! He wants to ask her how she could even do this to him. He even wants to tell her he thinks he might hate her for this, but he knows he doesn’t, and he knows he couldn’t. If she was in front of him now, he wouldn’t even think to say any of that. He’d grip her tight and tell her he loves her and he’d never let her go.

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I’m glad I made the deal. I wouldn’t take it back, Sam. Not for the world. You know why?” She pauses, sounding as if she’s getting a bit teary herself despite her efforts to keep her composure for her listener, “Because you are my world.”

Sam’s breath hitches and he clamps his eyes together tighter.

“But what I am sorry for,” Y/N draws a quivering breath that can be heard on the tapes, “is all the time we’re going to lose. I’m sorry we won’t ever get to hug again, kiss again. I’m sorry we won’t get another movie night, that we won’t be able to stay up reading lore until our heads feel like they’ll explode. I’m sorry I’ll never get the time to buy you one of those cheesy NASA certificates, you know, where you name a star? ‘Cause I really was gonna do that,” Sam can hear her bittersweet laugh and it makes him miss her that much more, “I’m sorry that we won’t ever get to see that one nerd museum in Missouri you were always talking about. And…” She pauses again and he hears ruffling, fabric, “I’m sorry we won’t get that family we talked about starting.”

Tears slip down his cheeks and he can’t be bothered to wipe them, too immersed in the tapes, hanging off her every word. She pauses for a long moment, trying to collect herself. Sam supposed she didn’t want to be a mess on the tapes, trying to stay strong for Sam.

“I love you, and I’m not sorry for that.” She says when she speaks again, “I’m not sorry for being a part of your life. I don’t regret any of it, the monsters, the chaos, the fighting, I don’t mind it. Not when I have you. You make it better. You make me better.”

She pauses for another long moment, and the only noise is the crackling of the tape before she speaks up again.

“Thank you for letting me love you, Sam Winchester.”

The tape clicks to a stop and a breath Sam didn’t know he was holding was released. He opened his lids and glanced down at the Walkman with glossy eyes, finally reaching to wipe his tears off his cheeks when he realizes he isn’t anywhere near done.

A small shoebox filled with cassettes lays in front of him, and he fishes another out, looking at the title. Her neat handwriting spells out, ‘memories’, and he worries the inside of his cheek as he stares. He clicks open the Walkman, pulling the tape he’d just listened to out. He looked at the words scribbled across the front of it — I’m sorry.

[blackbird-brewster]

JJ/Emily body worship for bingo pleease

Perfect

Rated: M || WC: 1028 || Fill: Body Worship (for @cmkinkbingo2024)

Additional Tags: Body Image, Scars, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Emily hates the way her body shows her age, but JJ thinks she's absolutely perfect.

[Read on AO3] || [Kink Bingo Masterlist]

Emily cocked her head to the side as she regarded the woman staring back at her in the mirror. Her silver hair wasn't the only thing that had changed in recent years. It seemed like her entire body was slowly giving in to gravity, her tits sagged without a bra, her toned stomach had turned to soft curves and stretch marks. Yet, the most prominent sign of ageing was perhaps the permanent furrow etched in her brow from years of stress.

It was strange, she used to hate the garish scar on her stomach and the brand on her clavicle. She was always self-conscious of her scars when she slept with people, often opting to fuck in the dark to avoid invasive questions about the reminders of the night she nearly died. Over the years, her scars softened and faded, only to be replaced with new insecurities. When she looked in the mirror now, Emily no longer focused on scars related to her many brushes with death, but instead her eyes would fixate on all the ways her age was physically visible.

"Babe, why aren't you dressed yet? We're going to be late." JJ asked as she poked her head into the bathroom.

"Oh, uh, sorry," Emily mumbled, quickly wrapping her towel around her body in attempt to hide it from view.

JJ caught the subconscious wince Emily made as she did so and she silently went to her partner. She wrapped her arms around Emily from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder as their eyes met in the mirror. "Em, you're so beautiful."

Emily rolled her eyes, both at the way JJ automatically knew what was on her mind without asking, and because she still felt like JJ's compliments weren't true. "You're the beautiful one, Jayje."

She really was. They were nine years apart in age and while that wasn't important in regards to their relationship, those years were catching up with Emily far faster than her partner. JJ was radiant, the most gorgeous woman Emily had ever seen, and she also seemed to be completely immune to the passage of time. She was mid-forties, a mother of two, and she had just as many scars from injuries in the field -- yet, JJ still looked ethereal. Emily often wondered how much longer she had before JJ realised her partner was an old crone and moved on to greener, younger pastures.

JJ's hands slowly moved to Emily's towel. Carefully loosening Emily's death grip, JJ was able to pull it away from her body to let it fall on the ground so she could see Emily in all of her beauty.

Emily averted her eyes, unwilling to look at herself for any longer than she already had. JJ's lips met the soft expanse of skin behind her ear and Emily tilted her head to allow her access. "Jayje."

JJ kissed down the side of her neck as her hands began ghosting over Emily's body. She ran her pointer finger over the scar on Emily's stomach. "I really thought I'd lost you that night. I thank the universe every day that I didn't."

With nothing to cover herself, Emily tried to shrug her partner away, but JJ tightened her embrace to hold her still. Her left hand traced over the outline of the brand on Emily's clavicle, still raised beneath the blackbird tattoo that covered it. "Four leaf clovers might have been his calling card, but they also bring good luck. And I feel lucky every single day that I wake up next to you."

Emily groaned at the cheesiness, but JJ ignored her protests and continued. She ran both hands down to Emily's hips, her fingers dancing over stretch marks. "Stretch marks are so incredible, don't you think? Visible signs of how you've grown into your own skin. They're like tally marks, showing all the years you've lived and all the ways you've changed. No longer the woman you were before, no longer that head-strong idiot who thought she had to do everything on her own. Not that you're confidence has changed, but at least now you know how to ask for help when you need it."

Emily cocked a brow at the backhanded compliment. "Are you done?"

JJ hummed a soft 'nuh-uh' under her breath. One hand moved to grope Emily's breast, while the other twirled a lock of grey hair. "Fuck, you look so goddamn good in grey. It's nearly impossible for me to focus at work. Every time I see you I just want to fuck you."

At the same time she spoke the words, the hand in Emily's hair tightened to tug her head to the side as she placed hot, wet, open mouth kisses against her neck. The hand that had been on her breast moved downwards. Her fingertips ran through the hair between her legs before teasing Emily's folds. Emily's tense body language melted under JJ's touch, she relaxed backwards, her back pressed against JJ's chest as she started fingering her.

"Every inch of you is perfect, Emily Prentiss," JJ muttered in her ear. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

"We're going to be late, remember?" Emily reminded half-seriously.

"So what," JJ replied. "This is far more important." She slid a second finger into her cunt and Emily's head lulled back onto her shoulder. JJ's hand balled into a fist in her hair, jerking it roughly back up so Emily's attention was back on the mirror. "No, I want you to watch. I want you to see how beautiful you are when I'm fucking you. I want you to see what I see, Em."

Emily resisted the urge to close her eyes as they locked back on the mirror while JJ's hand moved between her thighs. She let her gaze slowly move over her reflection, focusing on every place JJ touched, every place she praised.  Suddenly, all the things she hated, all the reminders of her age, seemed to disappear. It was like JJ's fingers, her kisses, the breathy gasps she made with every wet sound that filled the bathroom, turned back time until all Emily saw in the mirror was nothing but beauty.

[pipikosen]

happy late birthday nagi!! also, first post on this acc lmao, hope you enjoy!

[masterlist]

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wc: 1861

reader: fem (implied; wears a skirt)

cw: none! but a smidge of angst if you squint really hard.

ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴏ!ɴᴀɢɪ

gaming duo!Nagi who meets you in a fairly chill lobby.

It was one of the rare occasions Nagi decided to join team chat. Though reluctant, he finds himself clicking on the ever-detested icon, only for the lobby to be dead silent. He’s about to leave the voice chat when he finally hears a voice—yours—cut through above the game’s sfx.

“Ah, fuck, my bad.” Your voice is soft and not one he expected to find in this type of game and worst of all, you’re apologizing to him. 

“S’alright.” He doesn’t want to cause any more problems, it’s his off day from practice, after all. 

gaming duo!Nagi who sends you a friend request and a party invite right after the match because he thinks it’ll be a hassle if he has to deal with any more randoms than he has to. Plus you seemed nice enough.

Chok1: u don’t have to accept if you don’t want to

Chok1: but it was fun playing w u

You: nono i’ll join 

You: and it was fun playing w u too!!

Chok1: cool :x

You: hold on let me add you on disc

You: ____#1028

Unbeknownst to you, Nagi is smiling slightly at your message. He pulls his phone out, swiping down on a message from Reo asking what he’s up to before responding with his typical “:x” which only garners an ellipsis from the purple-haired male.

He’s quick to open Discord before leaving you hanging for too long, fumbling slightly with your username, but eventually, the friend request goes out. You’re quick to accept and it isn’t long till that familiar ugly emote of Wumpus begins waving at him, at which he sends one back before asking if he can start a call.

and thus begins your blooming friendship with gaming duo!Nagi.

gaming duo!Nagi who always queues up as your duo and isn’t afraid to dodge a match entirely if he isn’t in a role that directly correlates to yours. (spoiler alert: they all correlate, he just doesn’t like playing tanks) 

gaming duo!Nagi who isn’t afraid to hunt down and spawn camp the bastards that did the same to you only moments prior.

“Choki, I’m fine really.” Your pleading does little to placate the snow-haired male who’s pouting at you from behind the monitor. He just wants to defend your honor!!

So, he does it anyway. It makes you laugh, and he likes hearing you laugh.

gaming duo!Nagi who doesn’t share much about himself until months into your online friendship. Sure, he drops little tidbits about himself; like how he got his user from a cactus he had previously named or his favorite manga, but never anything truly personal. Until now, that is.

Once he thinks it's been long enough (and sat through enough of Reo’s internet safety lectures that he totally paid attention to) then he just starts dropping facts about himself out of the blue. It's kind of jarring, honestly.

“Seishiro.”

“What?”

“My name.” He only offers a noncommittal shrug, though he knows you can’t see it.

“Seishiro…Seishiro. I like it, it fits you Chokkun!” That adorable nickname paired with his actual name has his heart stammering slightly in his chest. Huh, that’s strange. That’s never happened before.

“Is it your first name or last?” 

He almost misses your question, clearing his throat, “Uh, first.”

“Oh.” You pray that the word didn’t come out as much of a squeak as you think it did. Your cheeks burn as you give him your own name. He says it in a way that has your throat tightening, imitating the way you had earlier; slowly, sensually.

You can’t help but think it sounds beautiful rolling off his tongue.

It almost feels intimate, doing this with him, even if it is just exchanging names. Though, you can’t help but crave more of these moments with Chokkun, or Seishiro, as he insists you call him now.

gaming duo!Nagi who doesn’t tell you he plays soccer because he finds it too much of a hassle to mix his athletics with his gaming, even if it does earn him a lot of earfuls from Reo.

gaming duo!Nagi who always drops guns with skins that he knows you like in Valorant or matches skins with you no matter what role you’re playing in League or Overwatch.

gaming duo!Nagi who isn’t above asking Reo for money when he wants to buy something for either you or him—whether it be a bundle, a battle pass, a skin, or a whole new game entirely.

When Reo asks, all he gets is a shrug in response. Even with the lack of a concrete answer, he sees the way Nagi stares longingly at his phone during breaks, more so than usual, that is.

“Finally manage to bag someone, Nagi? ‘Bout time, I was starting to think you were going to be lonely forever.” The white-haired striker doesn’t even flinch when his best friend’s hand comes down as a harsh, congratulatory slap to his back, a little too focused on the picture—the first picture that wasn’t a screenshot or a meme, really—that you sent him. He only offers a half-hearted hum in response.

gaming duo!Nagi who takes a bit to process that the picture you sent him was of the entrance of a convenience store. It looks familiar, but he doesn’t dwell on it. He blames it on the fact the picture is shaky.

gaming duo!Nagi who realizes late at night when he’s trying to sleep that the reason the convenience store looks familiar is because it's the one right around the corner.

gaming duo!Nagi who doesn’t want to ask and come off like a creep, so he brushes it off as a coincidence to placate his beating heart. What a hassle… 

gaming duo!Nagi whose first picture he sends you is one of his face.

Nagi isn’t quite sure what deity possessed him, but now he’s reveling in the consequences of his actions. He contemplates deleting the image but stops when he sees you typing. 

It wasn’t a bad picture, in all honesty. It was just a simple selfie, his face illuminated solely by the blue light of his monitor as his half-lidded gaze stares tiredly into the camera. His lips form a small pout after the back-to-back losses the two of you faced.

You: who’s that??? why are u randomly sending me pictures of hot men sei?

For a moment, he’s at a loss, staring blankly at your message. The gears in his head are slow to turn, but when they do, his face erupts into a brilliant scarlet as he groans into the palms of his hands.

How did you always manage to make him feel so fucking lame? This was such a pain in the ass, but he can’t find it in himself to just close your message and call it a day.

chosei: it’s me lmao

He waits with a bated breath while you type, all too aware of his fast-beating heart that threatens to jump out of his chest the longer you continue to type. You stop for a moment, your typing status disappearing for a moment before it returns.

You: oh

He feels his heart shatter slightly at your response, fisting at the arm of his office chair as he rubs at his tired eyes. He feels stupid, unsure on whether or not he wants to cry despite the fact you quite literally called him hot only moments prior. 

He turns to his phone, in hopes of venting to Reo, who despite all his future strict lectures and “I told you so”’s, cares deeply for his best friend's mental and physical well-being.

What Nagi wasn’t expecting was to find a picture of a random person dead-center of your messages. You.

You’re beautiful.

You: this is me!! pls don’t mind the mess i didn’t have time to clean (edited)

Nagi doesn’t need to know you had originally said “bc i wanted to hang out with you!!” at the end of your message. For the safety of your heart, you pray he didn’t see it.

gaming duo!Nagi who asks to have face cams on a lot more often, even if it obscures a necessary aspect of the game. What neither of you know is that you both take the chance to stare at the other’s face when you die.

gaming duo!Nagi who no longer denies the e-dater label that Reo slapped on him as a joke, merely humming as he skillfully balances the ball, counting down the minutes before practice is over. 

gaming duo!Nagi who dreads the fact the date to that stupid Blue Lock camp is drawing closer, knowing he can’t play with you as often, if not at all.

gaming duo!Nagi who asks to meet up out of the blue.

chosei: we should meet up

You: ??? where’d that come from lmao???

chosei: im being forced to go to camp >:x

You: for what? you aren’t a criminal are you?

chosei: no stupid

chosei: for soccer

You: you play a sport??????

You: ?????

chosei: ye? ig i never told you

chosei: mb

You: no no ur good

You: you just don’t seem like the type to play a sport

Ironically enough, he thought the exact same.

You: okay

You: say we hypothetically decide to meet up

You: how do you know we’re in the same prefecture

chosei: :shrug: 

You: ihy 

chosei: okay

chosei: what school do you go to then?

You: … touche

You: Hakuho

gaming duo!Nagi who sends you the address to the convenience store you first sent a picture of, followed quickly by the fact he goes to the same school so as to not seem creepy.

gaming duo!Nagi who’s a little too giddy to know how close you actually are to be able to hide his out-of-character grin from the all-seeing violet eyes of Reo.

gaming duo!Nagi who unintentionally searches for you, pouting because he doesn’t know what classes you have.

gaming duo!Nagi who’s surprisingly first to arrive at the convenience store you agreed to meet at, his hands fiddling with a shitty game he found on the App Store while his nose is tucked into the fleece of his hoodie.

“Sorry I’m late!” You round the corner at an alarming speed, nearly crashing into him as you trip over your own feet. Your hair is in a different style from what he’s used to seeing, and you bear accessories that he can’t recall seeing on your person prior.

And yet, Nagi can’t find it in himself to deem you anything less than stunning.

Fiddling with the skirt of your uniform beneath his observant gaze, you clear your throat before offering a meek smile, “Hi, Seishiro.”

He offers a small smile in return, “Hi.”

gaming duo!Nagi who asks you to be his that very same day, unable to look you in the eye.

gaming duo!Nagi who complains about how lame he feels after you accept.

gaming boyfriend!Nagi who holds you for the first time that day and never wants to let go.

hope you enjoyed it! feel free to send in requests if you did<3

[matchadobo]

KIDD; it all started with a drink

tags: afab!reader, mentions of alcohol, lotsa cursing, slight nsfw but no seggs, not proofread (if grammar stinky i'm sorry)

summary: name got a little too carried away with the vodka and decided to make it their captain's problem.

wc: 1028

"captain!" you shouted, almost tripping over yourself on the doorway of his dreary workshop. it was past two in the morning and you were definitely not on your right mind. you bought this wine off a market from the town victoria punk docked on for the night, unaware that it'll intoxicate you that fast. you wanted to celebrate how successful your battles were, winning against forces upon forces of pirates and the navy. "oh fuck," you mumbled, grabbing the table for support but ended up knocking over some stuff. the clanging of the pieces of metals on the desk startled your captain.

kid wouldn't normally bat an eye at your call since he was too occupied with his craft but the ruckus you were making irked the redhead so badly he had no choice but to confront you. he sauntered towards you, boots thud by the wooden floor. you tried your best maintaining your balance despite feeling so lightheaded, your entire world is spinning. "the fuck are ya doing?" he snarked, hands by his hips

"vodka?" you raised a big bottle with the widest grin you could muster. face flushed and breath reeking of liquor.

"you're so goddamn drunk it's unbelievable." he chuckled, "its damn rare to see you let your guard down." he teased, grinning down at you.

kidd knows you as someone who always has their shit together. in a ship full of men, pirates to be exact, you have always kept your guard up; it's why your captain never had the chance to hit on you. he thought about it but, he'll never submit to that.

"im not drunk, dumbass!" you bit back. "is it wrong to celebrate? success? of our crew?" you said slurring your words.

"yeah, that's about enough." he pried the vodka bottle off your fingers. you yelped, losing balance and grabbing his shirt for support; extremely narrowing the distance betwen the two of you.

his heart skipped a beat, you were so close. it took all of his power to restrain himself from kissing you. he sighed it out and said, "i'll call kil to fucking take care of you, i have no ti-" before he could finish his sentence, you found yourself puking at your captain, retching again and again and again.

"fucking damn it!" he groaned. you raised your head wiping off residue from your mouth and grabbing the vodka he took from you.

"that's what you get." you laughed, downing the bottle and walking past him.

"hey! where the fuck do you thi- don't fucking touch anything, woman!" he said, still shocked by your actions.

"you know cap," you opened the bottle to drink some more." you could either bitch about the dumbest things in here or you could share a drink with the most amazing woman you could lay your eyes on." you sat down his table, legs crossed, patting the space beside you, and having a welcoming smile.

his face was bashful, if only you knew how crazy you make him feel. "give me a second," he went to the bathroom to wipe off your vomit, and to collect himself. he then sat beside you ay his desk.

"there you go! that wasnt so hard is it?" you smiled offering the bottle to him, to which he accepted.

"it actually is you tramp," he downed the liquid. "make sure to puke at a bowl next time, not at your fucking captain."

you faced him, he got red at the proximity. "i have been really damn curious all this time cap."

"yeah?"

"may i?" you leaned over, hands looming at his hair.

"w-what the hell, woman?!" he let out strings of curses and protests yet, he didnt recoil as you got closer to him.

you reached over his goggles and took it off. tossing it somewhere across the room. you found yourself flushed, and so was he.

"i knew you'd look like a prince." you uttered with a genuine smile, putting a hand over your chest as you endearigly gaze at him. his wavy crimson bangs elegantly curtaining his forehead and piercing honey eyes. you reached over to comb his hair away from his face. it was surprisingly fluffy and silky. "you should let it down more often cap,"

"f-fuck off..." he looked away with cheeks as red as his hair.

"you probably don't hear this often but you're really handsome cap. if you reaaaaaally tried." you blurted out getting closer.

"yeah?" he finally turned his head back to you. only to brush your noses together.

"absolutely." you mumbled leaning even closer, as the spaces between your lips were tiny.

"i think you probably hear this often though but you are fucking gorgeous." he whispered back, tucking a piece of hair onto your ear and a hand on the column of your neck and face. your heart felt like it would explode out of your chest.

your lips were millimeters apart, waiting for a green light from each other. you advanced but kidd pulled away. "...you're drunk, this is not fair."

"but i want to," you grab a hold of his cheek to bring him back, fingers lingers on his skin. oh how goosebumps spread like wildifires across his body from your touch.

"you don't. you're fuckin drunk." he resisted.

"but i want to fucking to kiss you, eustass." you asserted, voice growing a notch higher.

he finally looked at you and alas your lips crashed. his hands shifted to the back of your head, deepening the kiss even further.

falling naturally by his thighs as he guided your hips, you straddled yourself at his lap.

he stood up, carrying you by your bottom. you two then got settled by the velvety, raven couch on his room, still in the same position. lips and hands never leaving each other. you were about to take off his vest, only to be stopped. grip firm on your wrist.

"making out is one thing. you're too drunk to know what the hell are you doi-"

"i'm sober enough to know what the hell i fucking want and i fucking want you right now, okay?!" you protested, fiery eyes filled with desire for him.

he chuckled to himself and said, "by all means, princess."

my first attempt on an hc 😱🥶 i'll probably cringe looking back at this shit after a few months but anw brain dumpppp kidd the most delicious &lt;3

[oikadori]

LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

WC~1028

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I'm never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with...well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

Please reblog if you like it!

Thanks for reading! ♡

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PART III

[fandomscombine]

TUA SERIES PART 4: Diego

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 4:Diego

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.  

This part follows y/n blowing off some steam with Diego being a supportive brother.

You don’t have to read every single part as each focuses on the reader’s relationship with each of her sibings.

But of course to get most of the story, read the whole thing. Besides why would you want to miss out on Hargreeves Siblings content?

A/n: sorry if this took long to update, I lost the master copy of the fic document- well technically, I was and am typing this on an auto-save document but it had glich somehow and when I searched and open the file it was only the first 2 parts. It took a while to find back the most updated document.

WC:1028

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN THE TUA SERIES. THIS IS JUST BY A FAN WOULD REALLY ENJOYED THE SERIES AND WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE.

*ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

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>>THE HARGREEVES KERFUFFLE SERIES MASTERLIST<<

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Your blood was boiling.

How dare Luther, your own brother accuse you of killing your own father.

Sure, your childhood wasn’t exactly the healthiest and emotionally suitable for a child but in a weird way your father had shape and trained the 7 of you to be at least somewhat in control of your powers.

Raising superpowered children is no small task.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized how far from the academy you had walked.

You stared at the city Harborview, imaging how your life would be different if you hadn’t had these powers.

Peace. That’s what you think you would have. A sense of peace, living a normal daily life- get up, go to work, hang out with friends, sleep in a nice cosy apartment and repeat. No powers.

The final words of Sir Reginald replays in your mind.

‘The end is near, get the others ……and save…..the…..tttiiiimmm’

The end is near, get the others and save the tim- whatever or whoever tim is.

You assumed that it meant his time was up and had wanted the family back together. You had done just that but what had that got you? Indictment for one. A family reunion consisting of 5 emotionally incompetent adults and one trapped in a kid’s body.

Leaning across the railing you shouted. ‘Cosplaying as batman at aged 6 was cute but as a grown ass adult lurking in the shadows is definitely a red flag!’

A chuckle sounded from the corner. ‘Noted m’mam. Will not do it again’ said a deep voice.

To an untrained ear, no sounds of footsteps could be heard.

You, however can as do your siblings. All of who can also identify who is coming based on the sound- each ever have a slight variation, a unique touch.

Luther has the heaviest, loudest footsteps out of everyone.

Allison- quiet and delicate.

Diego has a sense of purpose in his walk- no doubt like the secret agent and superheroes he had always wanted to be.

Klaus is a bit unpredictable; it is either too fast and energetic or soft and slow pace.

Five. He cheats, mostly blipping in and out of places. But if need be, he usually takes leaps or huge steps, always ready to teleport out of any situation in midstep.

Ben. The master of stealth. He always manages to take the least steps, the most effective route between hiding points.

Vanya though without training is actually very good. At times you wouldn’t even notice her near as proven in her countless times secretly watching the rest of you training.

‘I doubt that.’ Turning to face the new arrival. ‘You are the literally embodiment of Vigilante Hero Complex.’

The city lights illuminating his face.

‘Ah! Case in point!’ You pointed at his outfit. ‘You’re even wearing a spandex suit, Diego!’

Diego shook his head, brushing off your teasing aside. He was happy to at least help bring a smile onto your face- even if it was at his expense.

‘How you feeling?’ Even though you all were the same age, Diego can’t deny that the numbering hadn’t had an older sibling protectiveness to come over him- especially when Luther was being a total dick. If only he was in charge, he thought.

‘Better… better now that you’re here.’ You admitted, bothering your brother never gets old. ‘Thanks by the way-for the cheer up.’

You both stayed in comfortable silence it was not until 20 mins later did Diego break it by apologising.

‘Sorry for what?’

He didn’t reply instead he lifted something out of his pocket. It shone against the deep blue waves.

You gasped. ‘Dad’s monocle.’

‘I know Luther believes you took it.’ He let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I’m sorry. I should’ve have confessed instead you took blame for me….’

Wrapping his fist around it he continued, voice getting harsher. ‘I …I just couldn’t you know? After all he did to us? How he treated us? We were just kids!’

He clutched it tighter shattering the glass. ‘He was gone. This was the most valuable things he had- never let it out of his sight….so I thought that this….that by taking this, it would be the closest thing in ever hurting him.’

‘Oh Diego…’ You didn’t know how to comfort someone who is going through the same scenario, a same situation that you yourself need help on.  ‘Dad is gone and…yes he wasn’t the most caring father. But the past is in the past, the only thing we can do now to move forward. Don’t let that define us. Strive to do better.’

‘We tried that once remember? And where did it get us?’ He countered.

‘Better than if we were to have stayed.’ You rebutted. ‘C’mon Diegs. Think about mom. Think about how she constantly reminds us to put our best foot forward, no matter what life throws at us..’

Diego’s face softens, he was always a momma’s boy.

Closing his eyes, he mutters an okay. Then he tosses the bloody cracked monocle into the water. ‘Now, why don’t we go stuff our faces full of donuts.’ You offered. ‘I can handle your typical brooding self but the 2 of us sulking? No can do, what we need is to eat our feelings.’

‘Giddy’s it is.’ Replied Diego, offering you his arm.

‘So I assume you parked 2 blocks from here?’

His eyes went wide. ‘How’d you-‘

‘PPPPlease!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I might have subconsciously wander to this part of town, but I was conscious about a car not so subtly tailing me for 6 blocks.’

‘So you knew I was watching you from the very beginning.’

‘YUPPPP’ Popping the p. ‘At first I wasn’t sure who- nice car by the way, new?

‘A month ago.’

‘Anyway is wasn’t until you started following on foot til I knew.’

Elaborating when you saw his confused look. ‘You walk as if you’re the protagonist in an action film.’

‘I do not!’ He said defensively.

‘DO too!- Thanks.’ Settling down onto the passenger seat as Diego closed the door.

The debate lasted until you reach Giddy’s or so what was left of the store.

‘WHAT THE-‘

END OF PART 4

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[a-second-hand-sorrow]

You Intrigue Me (Ambrose Spellman X Reader)

WC: 1028

Warnings: Kissing, one suggestive reference

Summary: Y/N and Sabrina are meant to be studying, but when no one but Sabrina’s cousin Ambrose is home things get interesting.

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @jaredflyingsolo so I hope you enjoy!!

“Hey Sabrina, are you doing anything this afternoon?” Y/N asked, fixing the pile of books in front of her. 

“I don’t think so, why?” Sabrina responded, and Y/N smiled widely at the girl. 

“Cool. I was wondering if I could maybe study at your place after school today, because I have a massive history test coming up and my house is always incredibly loud and chaotic.” Y/N said, and Sabrina paused for a moment or two before responding.

“That sounds fine, but just letting you know I might be a little late. I’ve got a WICCA meeting, but my aunts can let you in.” Sabrina said, and Y/N nodded, glad that she finally had a quiet place to study. 

“Cool. I’ll see you after school then?” Y/N said, and Sabrina gave her a thumbs up in agreement. The girls parted ways and moved to their next classes, both eager for a quiet afternoon.  

Y/N adjusted the straps on her backpack as she walked up the path to the Spellman Mortuary, the books in her backpack weighing a tonne. 

She fought off the creepy vibes the house was giving off before knocking on the door, expecting one of Sabrina’s aunts to answer it. She did not, however, expect a gorgeous boy with shiny brown eyes and an eccentric fashion sense to answer it. 

“Can I help you?” He said, his accent making the basic words sound otherworldly to her.

“Hi, uh, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m a friend of Sabrina’s from school, and I can safely assure myself that you are not one of her aunts.” Y/N said, her words rushed slightly due to the nerves she felt looking at this boy. 

He chuckled at her words and nodded, a half smile on his face. “You’re quite right, Y/N. Please, come in. Sabrina’s going to be a bit late.” He said, and Y/N nodded as she walked into the house behind him. 

“I know, she told me.” Y/N said, surveying the house’s beautiful interior. 

“I should probably introduce myself. I’m Ambrose Spellman, Sabrina’s cousin.” Ambrose said, stretching his hand out towards Y/N. She shook it gently, noting the almost perfect way their hands fit together. 

“I’m Y/N but you already knew that.” She replied, smiling involuntarily at Ambrose’s chuckle.

“Ambrose, would Sabrina mind if I put my stuff up in her room? My back is killing me.” Y/N said, and Ambrose started walking, beckon for Y/N to follow him. 

“You can put your stuff in my room, it’s close to hers and I don’t mind at all.” Ambrose said, turning around and flashing Y/N a bright smile. She smiled back, trying to fight the blush blooming on her cheeks. 

“Thanks, that’s really sweet of you Ambrose.” Y/N said, following Ambrose into his room. She put her bag down near the desk like Ambrose instructed, and she stood there awkwardly, rocking on her heels. 

“I like the lack of bed frame.” Y/N said, gesturing to Ambrose’s bed, the mattress on the floor. Ambrose scratched the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish smile. 

“I didn’t get much say in decorating my room so that was my one touch of independent flair.” Ambrose said, taking a seat on the mattress. He gestured for Y/N to join him, so she sat down on the bed with a sizeable gap between them. 

“I don’t bite, I promise. Unless you’re into that.” Ambrose said suggestively, and the soft blush on Y/N’s cheeks darkened significantly.

“You intrigue me, Ambrose Spellman.” Y/N said, gazing at Ambrose’s features as the confusion settled on them. 

“And why is that, Y/N Y/L/N?” Ambrose said, adjusting his position so his head was resting on his hand.

“You’re nothing like the other boys from Greendale. I don’t know what it is, but I like it. Maybe it’s your funky clothes or the way you carry yourself, I don’t know.” Y/N said, moving slightly so her posture was mimicking Ambrose’s. 

“Y/N, I’m about to do something I wouldn’t normally do, and I hope you don’t hate me for it.” Ambrose said, and Y/N was about to protest when Ambrose’s lips met hers. 

The kiss was short, but when Ambrose pulled away he noticed that Y/N’s eyes were still shut. He chuckled at the sight and took one of her hands into his. “The kiss is over, you can open your eyes now.” He said cheekily, and Y/N’s eyes flew open. 

“Sorry I, uh, wow. I’ve never kissed anyone before who has had that much of an effect on me. You’ve got magic lips, Spellman.” Y/N said, and Ambrose tensed for a second before realising that she couldn’t possibly know about the Spellman family secret. 

“I’m glad you feel that way, Y/N.” Ambrose said, lightly brushing a strand of hair out of her face. 

“And what are you going to do about it, Ambrose?” Y/N said, her voice soft and quiet in an effort to preserve the mood. 

“This.” He said, connecting their lips once more. This kiss was longer and contained more passion than the previous one. Y/N felt like she was having an out of body experience. She had only ever kissed two guys before Ambrose, and never had it been so quickly after meeting them. 

She felt a bit weird about it, kissing one of her best friends’ cousin, but there was something about Ambrose that made her unable to pull away.

“Y/N, I’m back!” The voice of Sabrina caused them to quickly jump apart, and as the two of them tried to neaten up Sabrina’s footsteps got closer.  

“She’s with me, cousin.” Ambrose called, their hands still intertwined when Sabrina entered the room. The girl’s eyes widened slightly as she looked at them, unsure of what to say. 

“Um, Ambrose, Y/N. What’s going on?” Sabrina said, her eyes flicking between her friend and her cousin. Ambrose smiled at her sheepishly, squeezing Y/N’s hand gently. 

“Well, cousin, it is a long story.” He said, and Sabrina raised her eyebrows, practically begging Ambrose to tell the story.

“I think you’ve got some explaining to do.” Sabrina said, and Ambrose chuckled meekly to himself. 

“It appears that I most certainly do.” 

[bansenshukai]

ok i hope you don't mind this was a fun read and i was so curious about Obito's mindset here that I ended writing what happened next:

wc: 1028

--

Obito was smart enough to know that Rin's lecture was entirely reasonable, but that didn't exactly stop him from being annoyed. Coping was coping— but did Kakashi have to cope that way?

Because Kakashi only got worse about the copying. It'd started with just the small stuff like food, or little posture idiosyncrasies, but it rapidly moved on to stuff that actually mattered.

One day Obito showed up at the grove of houses where all the Uchiha grannies stayed, his sleeves rolled up, ready to tackle the garden and the chicken coop— only to find that Kakashi had beaten him to it.

"He even managed to tame Hanako, what a sweet young man!" Granny Kiku cooed as she forced Obito into eating her terrible, gluey kinako mochi. "And you remember how much you struggled getting Hanako into the coop for the night."

Obito's muttered complaints were promptly cut short as Granny Kiku shoved her awful mochi into his mouth, and he chewed angrily, fuming with the unfairness of it all.

And it didn't stop there.

The Mokuton and all of the weird stuff Madara had done to him had screwed up his chakra or something, so now Obito was forced to practice genin chakra control exercises with Minato-sensei. Which was how he found out— he was trying (and failing) to walk up a tree when Sensei said off-handedly,

"It's good to see you and Kakashi have gotten so much closer this past year."

Obito tumbled off the tree for the twenty-seventh time. "What?"

"I saw Kakashi performing that altered Katon jutsu you like— was it a spinning fireball? It's really kind of you to teach him— hey Obito, where are you going? Don't you want to finish training?"

---

Kakashi's single visible eye widened when he saw the look on Obito's face.

"Obito— are you okay? Did something happen with training—"

Obito shoved him. Hard. Kakashi just stood there and took it, which was just infuriating because he knew Kakashi could dodge.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Rin told me we should be understanding but there is hard fucking limit at jutsu stealing you jerk! Why are you copying everything we do, huh? Are you gonna start learning medical jutsu and take over Rin's position too?"

"Obito—"

"And why would you even want to copy me?" Obito yelled at him. "You have everything you'd ever want! I know Sensei offered you that spot in ANBU! Your body's not fucked up like mine or Rin's and you can actually control the Sharingan like a real Uchiha and make all your jutsu work instead of falling off trees—"

He broke off, panting and swallowed down the poisonous words that threatened to break out. Obito sometimes wondered if Madara had fucked up more than just his body in that cave, because nowadays he just felt like he was angry all the time. It was so easy to let that heat bubble up in his veins that he was scared of it, and had to work to actively temper it.

"You've already as good as replaced me anyway, you don't have to make it obvious," he finished quietly.

Kakashi's already pale face went bloodless.

"No— god, Obito no— I swear to you that's not what I'm trying to do."

"Then what is it? Explain it to me," he said, barely preventing his words from breaking into a snarl.

"Okay. Okay." Kakashi took a deep, shuddering breath, raking a hand through his unruly hair. He stared down at the ground, unwilling to make eye contact with Obito.

"Everything bad that happened to the people I loved was because there was something wrong with me, with the way I thought, with the way I existed in the world."

Obito's chest clenched. "Kakashi—"

"No, just listen. If I'd only listened to you and had gone to save Rin the first time, at Kannabi— or if I wasn't stupid enough to put my hand through Rin's chest— she's only alive because of you, Obito. You managed to fix my mistakes both times."

Kakashi's face was dead serious as he said—

"I can't do anything right, but I know two people who can. Why would I not want to copy the two best people I know?"

After dropping that bomb, Kakashi went silent. His shoulders were stiff, like he was waiting for a blow to strike or more likely, Obito realized, for Obito to be angry with him.

Obito's jaw dropped open. "Kakashi," he said in awe. "That is so fucked up." And then he yanked Kakashi into a stupidly tight hug, because clearly that was necessary.

"Hey, dumbass," he said, and his shoulder was starting to become damp from Kakashi's completely silent sniffles. "You still came with me at Kannabi, and you're forgetting you saved my life too. S'not like anyone could have known some old man would put a bjuu in Rin, either. Rin was just as dumb as you for asking that of you, so if you're insulting yourself, you're insulting her, too."

Somewhere along the line Obito's voice had become hoarse, and he was clutching Kakashi just as tightly as Kakashi was him. "You are a good person. Stupid. Really living up to your namesake, Bakakashi."

After a few more minutes of completely embarrassing crying-on-each-other's-shoulders that he definitely was never going to tell Rin about, he pulled back, and narrowed his eyes. "So cool it on the copying."

Kakashi nodded. "Sorry," he said hesitantly. "I didn't realize how it made you feel. I just—"

"Oh shut it," Obito groaned. "You can still go deal with Hanako, I've always hated that dumb old hen. Just maybe not the jutsu, though."

Kakashi smile was a soft, glowing thing that made Obito's heart skip a beat. "Okay, Obito," he agreed easily, but then his brows furrowed. "But there's nothing wrong with Hanako— she's a perfectly sweet chicken—"

"That's what you think," Obito muttered darkly. "You wouldn't say that if you'd had to get between her and her eggs."

But he slung his arms around Kakashi's shoulders on their way to see the grannies, and Kakashi didn't shove it away, so really, everything was all right.

vague idea of kakashi copying/following/being generally somewhat infatuated with obito and rin post-kannabi and rin’s near-death because he can’t lose them and obito getting frustrated with it while rin somewhat understands why. obito vents to her about it one night, frustrated and not understanding or trying to understand, and rin’s like “have you ever stopped to think about why, obito?”

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CM Bingo Fics Masterlist

I'm currently participating in both the @cmkinkbingo2024 (completed) and @storiesofsvu bday bingo (completed!).

Here are my current bingo cards (updated 29/06):

Full blackouts on both!

Bingo Fics Masterlist

JJ/Emily

Deeper (Tumblr || AO3)

JJ/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1280

PWP || Prompts: Held Down, Breeding Kink

Perfect (Tumblr || AO3)

JJ/Emily || Rated: M || WC: 1028

Hurt/Comfort || Prompt: Body Worship

Skin (AO3)

JJ/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1484

BDSM PWP || Prompts: Spanking, Impact Play

Casual (Tumblr || AO3)

JJ/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1611

Smut and Feels || Prompt: Mutual Masturbation

Double the Fun (Tumblr || AO3)

JJ/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 787

PWP || Prompt: Double Penetration

Tara/Emily

Incentive (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Emily || Rated: M || WC: 539

Fluff || Prompt: Bratting

You Give Me Fever (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1960

Fluff and Smut || Prompts: Sensation Play, Heatwave

Call Out My Name (AO3)

Tara/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 2340

Fluff and Smut || Prompts: Dry Humping, Cabin Retreat

Warm (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 813

PWP || Prompt: CNC (Somnophilia)

Insubordination (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1011

PWP || Prompt: Orgasm Denial

JJ/Tara

Just Like That (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/JJ || Rated: E || WC: 609

PWP || Prompts: Strap-Ons, Oral

Trouble (Tumblr || AO3)

JJ/Tara || Rated: G || WC: 872

Family Fluff || Prompt: Bruises, Swimming Pool

Euphoria (Tumblr || AO3)

Jay (Trans man JJ)/Tara || Rated: T || WC: 1132

Fluff || Prompt: Lingerie

Fireworks (Tumblr || AO3)

Jay (Trans man JJ)/Tara || Rated: E || WC: 1907

Fluff and Smut || Prompts: Vehicles, Fireworks

Tara/Rebecca

Good Vibrations - Pt. 1 (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Rebecca || Rated: M || WC: 697

Fluff and Smut || Prompt: Multiple Orgasms

Good Vibrations - Pt. 2 (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Rebecca || Rated: E || WC: 1886

PWP || Prompt: Dirty Talk

Good Vibrations - Pt. 3 (Tumblr || AO3)

Tara/Rebecca || Rated: E || WC: 1030

PWP || Prompt: Masturbation

Water Slide (AO3)

Rebecca/Tara || Rated: E ||WC: 1423

PWP || Prompt: Facesitting

Other Ships:

The Rush (AO3)

OT4: Book Club (JJ/Emily/Tara/Rebecca) || Rated: E || WC: 9235

Foursome || Prompts: ALL 24 (Free Space Fill)

Control (Tumblr || AO3)

JJ/Elle || Rated: E || WC: 898

PWP || Prompts: Overstimulation, Bondage

Make You Melt (Tumblr || AO3)

Emily/Alex || Rated: Teen || WC: 730

Fluff || Prompts: Teasing, Summer Treats

Company (AO3)

JJ/Tara/Rebecca || Rated: E || WC: 4658

Smut || Prompts: Threesome, BDSM

Crystal and Crimson (AO3)

Jordan/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1848

PWP || Prompt: Edgeplay

How Lovely (AO3)

Tara/Penelope || Rated: G || WC: 1959

Fluff || Prompt: Praise Kink, Beach Day

ADDITIONAL CM FEMSLASH FIC RECS:

Past Friday Fic Recs:  [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

My Fanfic Master Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [JJ/Tara] || [Tara/Rebecca]

2023 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily + Other Femslash]

2022 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [Other Femslash]