#And it's called 'You're never going to be able to make this work unless it's perfect so why even try'

[mimiyanna]

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[unluckiestmember]

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

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How To Shop For Fabric Online

RIP Joann's. Now many places in the US no longer have a local fabric store, such as it even was toward the end.

There are some good posts going around about where to shop for fabric and craft supplies online, like this one for example. But if you're a beginner-to-intermediate sewist, and the way you've always shopped for fabric is by going to the store and touching it, it can be a hard, even cruel adjustment to suddenly be looking at a photo online and trying to piece together from the inconsistent descriptions what you're actually looking at.

So I'm going to just try to bang together a little primer on What Things Are Called, and how to educate yourself, so that you don't have to do what I did and just buy a ton of inappropriate stuff you wound up not being able to use for what you'd thought. And I will link to some resources that will help with this. This will be garment-sewing-centric but will, I think, be fairly broadly applicable.

The first thing is to look carefully at your desired project. If it is a commercial pattern, it will usually tell you what kind of fabric you need, but it will describe it in not the same words it's often sold under. If it is NOT a commercial pattern and you're kind of winging it, it's even harder. So here is how to start figuring out what you need.

Number one: Knit or Woven?

Quilting fabric is woven. If you are making a quilt, you want a woven. Most craft projects are made with woven fabric-- tote bags, upholstery, you name it.

Many garments are knits. T-shirts, yoga pants, cardigans. It is easy to know, because knits stretch. They can either stretch both ways (along the length and along the width) or just one way (usually along the width); this is confusingly either called 2-way stretch or 4-way stretch. Yes, stores are inconsistent. Look carefully at the description, and they will usually specify-- "along the grain" or "in all directions". Some garments require stretch only around the body-- maxi skirts, knit dresses etc-- while some absolutely need stretch both ways, like bathing suits.

No, you absolutely cannot clone your favorite knit t-shirt in quilting cotton. It will not fit. Most knit garments have "negative ease", meaning they are smaller than your body and stretch to fit. All woven garments have "positive ease", meaning they are larger than your body, unless very firm shaping undergarments are used.

SMALL EXCEPTION: There exist "stretch wovens", which are woven fabrics made with elastic fibers. These will be labeled as such. They are actually harder to sew with than regular wovens because they almost never have their stretch percentage labeled; they are NOT suitable for knit patterns. Avoid them, until you are more advanced and know how to accomodate them, is my advice!

Number two: WEIGHT.

How heavy is the fabric? How thick? How thin? This is measured in two main ways-- ounces per yard (denim is often 8oz, 10 oz, 12 oz) or grams per square meter. But many fabric retailers do not tell you a weight, they use words like "bottomweight" or "dress-weight", and you have to learn to figure out what they mean by that.

My lifehack for learning these has been go to go to ready-to-wear clothing retailers and see if they give the weights of the fabric their garments are made from. (Yes, I learned how to shop for clothes online instead of in-store years ago, because I am fat; some of us have had to do this a long time.)

If you are making a pair of trousers, you need heavier fabric than if you are making a blouse. Do not buy a floaty translucent chiffon to make your work trousers, it will not work no matter how cute the color is. Learn how the different weights of fabric are described, and you will improve your odds of finding what you need.

Number three: DRAPE.

Is it stiff? Is it fluid? Is it soft? is it firm? There are a lot of very artsy words used for this, and you may find yourself puzzling over things with a fluid hand, or a dry, crisp hand, or "a lot of drape", or maybe the listing doesn't describe it at all. This segues neatly into another technical thing, which is the WEAVE of the fabric. There is a dizzying array of words that tell you what kind of fabric it is-- twill, tabby, challis, chiffon, crepe, organza, georgette. And these will give you insight into the drape, and thus into the texture/usability of this fabric, and how suitable it may or may not be for your project.

I know it's a lot to think about but I am now going to give you resources for where to see all this stuff.

Number one is Mood Fabrics, which I can't believe hasn't been in any of the posts I've seen so far. They are a huge store in NYC's Fashion District and yes you can go there, but when I went there it overwhelmed me so much I left empty-handed. But what they have is AN INCREDIBLE WEBSITE. They have everything on there, and what's most important for you, their listings are INCREDIBLY consistent. They have VIDEOS of many of the fabrics, where a sales associate will hold it, wave it, stretch it, and tell you verbally what it is and what it's for, in about thirty seconds. HUNDREDS of these videos.

Whether you want to buy from them or not, go to Mood Fabrics, click around, find their listings, and read them. They will tell you fabric content, weight (usually gsm), often weave, they have little graphics that show you if it's for pants, dresses, shirts. And they have those videos. Look at the listings, watch the videos, and you will leave knowing a lot more about how to look at an online listing of fabric and know what you're getting.

Another really excellent website for this is Stonemountain & Daughter. I've actually not bought anything from them yet (they came highly recommended, but they're not cheap), but their online listings are, again, very thorough and very detailed. They always have a picture of the fabric with a fold in it held in place by a pin, which does more to help you understand the weight and drape of a fabric than any other static image ever could-- that visual, combined with how informative the listings are, has helped me learn to estimate fabric weights on other sites very effectively.

And here is a page that's ostensibly about how to wash silk, but I found it so useful because it gives such a clear image of what each weave/type of silk fabric looks and drapes like. I've never bought anything from these guys either, but this is a good resource.

Learn a little bit about fabric so you know what you're looking for, and you can begin to replace some of that "i just have to go and feel it in person" problem. There will still be trial and error, but you'll have a better starting place at least.

[slttygeto]

Oh no, it's Ghostface! HANMA S.

Synopsis: When you ask your boyfriend what he wants for his birthday, he tells you that it's a secret. How is it his birthday but you're the one getting surprised? You don't question his intentions and proceed with your day at work. Little did you know the kind of tricks Hanma had up his sleeve.

word count: 3,7k

pairing: hanma x fem! reader

content warning: dark content, slightly cnc (read at your own risk), slight breath play, gvn k!nk, fear play, rough oral sex (m! receiving), lots of drool, a bit of mindbreak?

The sound of heels clicking on the floor fills the hallway as you approach your apartment door. It had been a long, exhausting day, yet a smile still manages to find its way onto your face as you remember the date. October has never been your favorite month, you can’t exactly pinpoint the reason why but you’re always filled with sadness as the colder season approaches. 

Probably seasonal depression, who knows?

Inserting the key, you push the door open nothing but darkness greets you. It’s rare for the apartment to be engulfed in such suffocating gloom, especially knowing that your boyfriend preferred a dimly lit space. Still, you brush it off, proceeding to remove your knee high boots and place them on the shoe rack.

“Shuji?” you call out for your boyfriend, eyes trying to make out any details but it’s difficult. So you reach for the switch and flip it. Still nothing.

Did the power go out? 

It’s a pretty expensive apartment complex, you highly doubt that the power goes out and Hanma does nothing about it. So you try again, and again and–still nothing but darkness. 

“Shuuu,” you drag the first syllable of his name on your tongue, grabbing your phone to turn on the flashlight. Since it was his birthday, you had half expected him to stay home, but then again he was Kisaki’s right hand and it wasn’t rare for him to receive phone calls from the shorter man asking him to take care of something for him.

However, your body feels a little tense. Your shared apartment with your boyfriend was rather spacious, and there were many spots you disliked walking by during the night because of how hidden they were. You proceed down the hallway with your phone’s flashlight illuminating the path in front of you, sighing deeply when you notice that all of the rooms’ doors were closed and none of the curtains had been opened all day. 

You’re about to point your flashlight towards your bedroom door when you hear something to your left and freeze.

No way. There was no way for it to be Hanma. His shoes were gone, so were his car keys–but this area had a lot of security and no one would be able to walk in unless they had special access to the main lobby. There were no signs of forced entry and every single window was closed–your brain is running a thousand miles a second, and you’re too busy trying to make sense of the noise that you had just heard to react fast. Before you could point your flashlight properly towards that one corner, you swipe your thumb across your screen and click on ‘contacts’.

Suddenly, you’re pinned to the wall with such force that it knocks the wind out of your chest and a gloved hand covers your mouth in an attempt to muffle the scream that rips out of you. You’re dizzy–you’re breathing fast and trying to make sense of what’s happening around you. With teary eyes, you look up and your heart drops in your stomach. A shiny, terrifying ghostface mask is right in front of you and whoever’s wearing it is breathing hard. They notice your trembling lip, the tears coating your lash line and tilt their head to the side. 

Trembling, you think they haven’t noticed the phone in your hand despite the flashlight being the only source of light. Your thumb messily swipes across the screen and finds Shuji’s contact at the top of the list. Press call. 

The sound of a familiar ring tone fills the apartment, your eyebrows furrow in both confusion and fear. Was he here? Maybe he was hurt and needed your help and–

But the longer the phone rang, the deeper it sank that the sound was way close to you. Way too close. 

Your breath hitches as you watch the tall masked man reach into his left pocket. A gloved hand grabs the familiar phone and your name appears on the screen. Before picking up the phone, he pushes your hand up until you’re forced to press the device to your ear and you watch as he mirrors your actions.

“So, you got a boyfriend?” The unmistakable, chilling voice sends shivers down your spine. You recognize the unsettling calmness to it and all your body can do is melt against the wall as your knees buckle. But the tall man isn’t having any of it, and he pins you even harder against the wall. His gloved hand goes from your mouth down to your neck, and the grip is all too familiar that you can’t help but let out a strangled moan. 

Despite the fear gripping your bones, you part your quivering lips to reply.

“Why… Do you want to ask me out on a date?” Your voice comes out small and unsteady, and you sniffle, desperately blinking back tears. A low chuckle escapes the man’s lips as he feels your harsh swallow beneath the grip of his hand.

“Maybe… Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Before you could even manage a reply, you feel him push his knee between your thighs and a loud gasp escapes your lips. “I–”

“Do you?” The emphasis in his voice combined with his knee rubbing against your clothed pussy leaves you breathless. You can’t give a proper reply, not with your head tipped back in pleasure and your hips bucking up when he grazes your aching clit. Sensing that you were enjoying yourself, your boyfriend pulls away his knee and you’re immediately whining at the loss. 

“Shuji–” you can’t see his face or what kind of expression is behind the mask, but you would hope that your desperation moves something in him. However, you forget that your boyfriend is a ruthless criminal, someone with years of expertise in physical and psychological torture. And he makes sure to put it to good use. 

A pained moan escapes you when you’re being roughly pushed off the wall, only for your chest and cheek to get pinned to the cold, hard surface. Your phone falls to the ground and Hanma grabs both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back. You feel powerless as he pushes up the brown leather skirt you were wearing, hissing when he sees that you were wearing the smallest pair of underwear beneath. 

“Did ya prepare for this, doll? Knew I was gonna fuck ya senseless the moment you walked in–” he momentarily breaks character, forgetting the role he’s supposed to be playing and you feel your heart and pussy swell. Being able to distract a man like Hanma was something you took pride in. You instinctively push back against him, brushing your ass against his crotch and hear yet another loud hiss from the man.

“Fucking slut.” The plastic part of the mask feels chilling and unsettlingly hard against your ear as filth spews out of his mouth. Muffled and low, the sound of his voice alone is enough to have your mind reeling at all the things he will say.

“Answer me.” You don’t expect something hard to press against your clothed pussy so soon, your jaw drops at the cold feeling as you struggle to get away from it.

“Shuji!” you cry out for the man, but to no avail.

“Shuji,” he says in a mocking tone, pressing the item harder against your pussy as he grabs your wrists in place. “How fucking pathetic, you’ve already gone dumb just from something rubbing against your pussy?” His voice drips with dark amusement. Hanma knows how to have fun with you, sex with him is never boring simply because the way that his brain works was fascinating–but you had always wondered if you could get a glimpse of a darker side of him. 

However, up until today, he always rejected the idea. Primarily due to the fact that you were his girlfriend, someone whom he cherished with all of his cold and sheltered heart and a person whom he liked to keep away from his business. To the world, he is Hanma–a ruthless killer with a criminal background that could paralyze anyone with fear but to you, he was Shuji. Your sweet, loving boyfriend. 

Your loving boyfriend who always fucked you when he came back from a mission with blood painting his face, your sweet and doting boyfriend who let you ride his face because you found him so hot when there were a few cuts and bruises there. You suggest that he integrates his dangerous side during sex and he refuses, but the idea lingers at the forefront of his mind the longer he remembers the pout sitting on your lips and how eager you seemed with everything. 

So, the first step was to buy a ghostface mask. 

And the second was to fuck you while he wears it. 

“Yes,” you answer, barely catching your breath. “I-I prepared.”

“Oh yeah?” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “You wanted me to fuck you?”

“It’s y-your birthday,” your breath hitches when the cold material presses harder against your clit, and Hanma watches as you subconsciously move back and forth against it with a wide grin. 

“Fucking hell, look at you. Do you know what you’re fucking yourself on, slut?”

You whimper, a sign of confusion and Hanma offers an amused chuckle before pressing the mask against your ear.

“My gun.” 

He sees your eyes widening and laughs loudly when you don’t pull away or flinch. Instead, you move your hips back and forth–slow and sloppy, face burning with shame. This had been a fantasy of yours–you’re starting to believe that Hanma has wanted to do this just as much as you did. 

“Didn’t know you wanted it this bad,” he’s obviously caught off guard by how needy you are, but it doesn’t stop him from pressing harder and nudging your clit in ways that have your eyes roll to the back of your head. He watches as shame leaves your body and it’s replaced by pure lust as you chase your high. You’re panting, eyes screwed shut and lips parted to let out the sweetest moans. 

“Yeah just like that–” you can feel his hard on pressing against your backside, but you’re far too distracted to care. “Use my gun to get off. Good girl–my pretty slut.” 

Pleasure courses through your veins like hot lava, it blinds you momentarily and shuts down your brain as you desperately chase your orgasm. You’re certain that the sentences you were blabbering made no sense, you could hear Hanma speaking to you and could make out that he was mocking you by saying “Oh yeah?” “Oh baby, poor you.” but none of it mattered when you were so close to your release. Your thighs tremble, your voice a pitch higher and there’s drool dripping down the side of your mouth. The knot in your stomach feels hot and tightens with each desperate grind against the gun. You’re about to cum, you’re so fucking close–

A pained cry leaves your lips when Hanma pulls the gun away, heartless and cold. 

“Why?! Why–” you sob before flinching when he lets go of your wrists to spank you harshly.

“Are you fucking questioning me?” He grips your hair harshly, pulling your head back and craning your neck at an uncomfortable angle. “You don’t fucking deserve to cum.”

“But–but Shuji–” still gripping your hair, Hanma pushes you down until you’re on your knees and you instinctively turn around until you’re eye level with his crotch. Eager and blinded with lust, your hands reach for his belt and start to unbuckle it but Hanma grips your hair tighter and you gasp at the pain.

“Didn’t say you could touch it yet, did I?” Now that you were on your knees for him, Hanma could confidently say that this was the hottest sight ever. Your makeup was smudged, mascara running down your cheeks and your eyes were blown out with lust. He should’ve done it sooner. 

“Please,” you lean forward, chin resting on his hard on and your hands rest on his ass. “Please,” you drag your nose against the fabric of his pants, before pressing a gentle kiss to his clothed dick. “I can make you feel good, Mr. Ghostface.”

Hanma lets out a muffled “fuck,” before pushing your face against his dick and you take it as a sign to get to work. You make quick work of his belt and pants before pulling down his boxers and watch as his cock springs free. You don’t waste a single second before wrapping your hand around the shaft, gripping it enough to have the man’s breath hitching. His cock was a work of art, and you always found yourself enjoying oral sex with Hanma mainly because you enjoyed having his cock in your mouth. So you kiss the balls, dragging your tongue along the shaft and don’t give the man a warning before letting your mouth engulf the tip. It’s a small move, but it makes the masked man grip your hair tightly and the silence is now replaced by the much anticipated dirty talk. 

“Fuck, do I love when you use your mouth like that,” he sounds so fucked out, drowning in pleasure that you can’t help but let out a moan yourself. The vibrations send shivers down Shuji’s spine and he is quick to remind you to take the whole thing.

“Suck.” Within a few moments, there is spit and drool everywhere. Your hand strokes the parts you can’t reach, and you pull away to spit on the tip whenever you can before bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Hanma, however, is still not satisfied. 

“You’re gonna take the whole thing.” Your eyes widen at his statement, and you pull away to complain. 

“But Shuji–” your heart stops when you feel something cold press against your forehead. 

“Come on, doll.” You look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and through teary lashes. “Don’t look away.” 

Your hands tremble as they settle on his thighs for support and you’re glad he doesn’t ask you to put them behind your back. Inhaling deeply, you look up at the man as you start to swallow his dick–inch after inch, the deeper he goes, the harder it is to keep your eyes open or stop yourself from gagging. And when you do and try to pull away, Hanma pushes the gun against your forehead. Finally, you manage to fit all of him down your throat and you’re proud to hear the muffled groan that leaves Hanma’s lips. You could’ve sworn that you saw his knees buckle as well, but you can’t afford to focus on anything else with his cock down your throat.

“Good fucking girl, oh fuuuuck,” he lets out a laugh when you pull away to breathe, coughing and trying to catch your breath before grabbing his cock again. “Oh yeah, someone’s desp–fuck, desperate.” you hum in response, taking him down your throat before repeating the same movement over and over again. Until Hanma’s hips buck into your face and he presses your nose against his pubic hair. You cough and gag, drool spilling down your jaw. You’re smacking his thigh, reminding him that you needed air but to no avail. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swear dark dots are starting to form. You were going to pass out, you can’t breathe–

It’s not until your fingers aren’t digging into the skin of his thighs that Hanma lets go of you. He watches as you fall to the ground, a hand to your chest as you try to catch your breath and messily wipe the drool on your chin. 

“Up.” He speaks, and your body responds to his command as if it were second nature. You feel dizzy, and the longer Shuji wears the mask, the more difficult it is to remember who’s behind the mask. A gloved hand grabs your jaw, pulling you close until the lips of the mask are brushing against your own. 

“Tell me,” he says lowly, his other hand traveling down to grab your ass. “How much do you want me to fuck you?” 

“So-so much,” you admit, broken. You can no longer think straight or try to mask the lust. Your body craves Hanma like the moon needs the stars, you’ve never been teased like this–so heartlessly, without being able to look into his golden eyes for comfort and a way to ground yourself. There was no reminder that it was your boyfriend, the one who gives you the softest smiles and whose eyes meet yours when you’re about to cum. Behind this mask was a different man, and you were starting to lose your grip on reality. 

The gloved hand goes from your jaw to your cheek, and you let out a small noise when you feel him wiping something. 

Tears. 

Hanma is well aware of his sick and twisted desires, but watching you cry is on another level. It makes his cock twitch and his heart beats loudly against his ribcage.

“Beg me.” 

“Please.” You ask, desperately. 

“Again.” 

“Please fuck me–please, Shuj–please.” You start to blabber, lips quivering and fat tears streaming down your face. Hanma finally breaks. 

You’re caught off guard as he throws you over his shoulder, letting out a startled squeak when he forcefully pushes the door open to your shared bedroom. He doesn’t give you time to get used to your surroundings as throws you on the bed before grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you down to the edge of the bed. It’s still dark in the apartment, and Hanma doesn’t have enough time to turn the power back on, so he reaches for the curtains and pulls them open so that the only source of light was the street lamp outside. 

He approaches the bed again, hurried and impatient to fuck you stupid. Before he can reach for your panties, your hand goes to his ghostface mask and he doesn’t have it in him to stop you from taking it off of him. 

Finally, you can see his face. He was all sweaty, flushed cheeks and a few hair strands sticking to his forehead not to mention–his pupils were blown out with lust. This was your Shuji, your boyfriend–the ghostface mask was hot, but you preferred this side of your boyfriend. You waste no time to bring him closer to you, crashing your lips against his in a messy, tongues dancing and spit swapping kiss. It’s anything but romantic, your bodies consumed with an animalistic kind of lust for one another. Instead of taking off your panties, Hanma rips them off of your body and muffles your complaining noises with his lips once again.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” Is all he says before pushing your knees open. Your pussy is glistening with arousal, all puffy and swollen from not being touched enough and Hanma leans down to spit on it and give your clit a wet kiss.

“Fuck–” your close your eyes at the feeling, suddenly growing aware of all of the layers on your body that needed to come off. But you didn’t have time for that, and neither did Hanma. So, he pushes up your turtleneck shirt and watches as your boobs spill out. Holding the fabric, your boyfriend proceeds to push your knees to your chest line up the tip of his cock with your entrance.

He lets himself in, slowly and taking in the way your jaw goes slack and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. You had been craving this, you were practically begging for his cock and watching you unravel just from him pressing inside made it nearly impossible for Hanma to hold back.

“Come here,” he leans down to kiss your lips, sloppy and wet as he starts to move his hips. His cock slides in and out of your tight pussy, leaving creamy rings at the base that has Hanma cursing under his breath. Meanwhile, your head is thrown back and you don’t seem to notice or feel anything but the way that his cock felt against your warm walls. 

“Thought of giving me the best birthday gift–fuck, you are my birthday gift,” the tall man starts to blabber, clearly lost in the pleasure and in the feeling of your tight pussy. “This pussy is the best gift I could’ve asked for–” he bites down on your bottom lip, finally getting you to whine in response. Your hands grip his shoulders when he starts to pick up his pace, eyes widening when his tip starts to press against that one spot.

“Yes right there–oh fuck, right there!”

“I got you.” your legs are thrown over his shoulder and a hand wraps around your neck as he maintains his pace, hips remaining in the same angle that has you seeing stars. It’s not until you’re cumming around his cock, crying and shaking, that Hanma can finally lose himself and fuck you hard. He fucks you until you’re crying for him to slow down, watching as the creamy ring that forms at the base is smeared all over his pubic hair and your hand is pushing at his stomach.

“I can’t–I can’t–”

“Take it,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fucking pussy is milking me dry–holy shit.” he curses as he buries his face in your neck, feeling you squeeze around him as you orgasm again. The feeling of your tight pussy along with your nails digging into his back has the man shooting his cum inside after a couple of strokes.

You both lay there in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath and party because Hanma knows you need this skin on skin moment. This wasn’t a moment where he could wipe you down, kiss you goodnight and go to sleep–he needed to be present.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“Hold me,” hearing the desperation in your voice, Hanma lowers your legs and brings you closer to him. He kisses your cheeks, forehead and then your nose. There are tears in your eyes still, but the eye contact with him helps ground you. The love and warmth in them remind you that it’s him, your boyfriend and not Ghostface who had fucked your face senseless. 

“Happy birthday, Shu,” you say as you grab his face and the tall man can’t help but chuckle.

“Happy birthday to me.”

2024 © all works belong to slttygeto. do not repost my work anywhere else.

[leneemusing]

MEDICAL THEMED PROMPTS ( pt. 1 )

THE PHYSICIAN / NURSE

❝ i know this hurts but i need you to breathe, we're almost done. ❞

❝ can you open your eyes for me? ❞

❝ how long have you been experiencing those symptoms? ❞

❝ i can't help you unless you tell me the truth. ❞

❝ i know you wanna get discharged and go home, but we have to keep you for observation just a little longer. ❞

❝ i know you're scared, but you're in the right place. we're gonna do everything we can to make you better. ❞

❝ next time, call your general practioner or come see us sooner. google is not a reliable source. ❞

❝ just a few more stitches and we're done. ❞

❝ does it hurt when i touch here? ❞

❝ we're gonna get you fixed up, i promise. ❞

❝ i'd appreciate it if you could sit still and let me work, please. ❞

❝ sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? ❞

❝ is there anybody we can call for you? ❞

❝ it'll be a long road to recovery, do you have anyone at home to help? ❞

❝ it's a sprain. we'll get you a brace. ❞

❝ it does look like it's fractured, we're gonna get some imaging, okay? ❞

❝ you wanna see your x-rays? ❞

❝ bad news is its broken. good news, it's a clean break. with proper care and some physical therapy to follow up, it should heal well. ❞

❝ so you are going to need surgery. ❞

❝ don't worry, it's noninvasive and outpatient. ❞

❝ it is an invasive surgery, but we have some of the finest surgeons on the case. ❞

❝ we're a teaching hospital, is it okay if i let some student doctors observe? ❞

❝ i'm actually new. this is my first day. ❞

❝ i've never done this procedure before—well, except on cadavers. ❞

❝ that was unprofessional, i apologize. ❞

❝ tell me what's going on today? ❞

❝ you wanna tell me how you managed to get a gunshot wound like this? ❞

❝ that is a nasty laceration, what happened? ❞

❝ you know your blood type? ❞

❝ i know you haven't had the best of luck before, but i'm a new face. fresh ears. i am listening, i promise. ❞

❝ i'm sorry you've had a bad experience. i promise i believe you. ❞

❝ any pre-existing conditions we should know about? ❞

❝ how many fingers am i holding up? ❞

❝ we're gonna need to draw some blood. ❞

❝ you're right. i should've listened. ❞

❝ you need to listen to what i'm saying. ❞

❝ i know it sounds really scary, but we see it all the time. ❞

❝ it's manageable and you'll be able to live with it. but you have to follow the treatment plan. ❞

❝ if you keep moving like that it's gonna hurt more. please sit still. ❞

THE PATIENT

❝ honestly it doesn't hurt that much. ❞

❝ uhhh...that's not? normal, right...? ❞

❝ i'm sorry you said i'm gonna have to do what? ❞

❝ sorry, uh. could you repeat that? i'm nervous i wasn't really listening. ❞

❝ i hope it's not cancer. ❞

❝ well doctors do make the worst patients, what can i say. ❞

❝ could you just hold my hand for a second? ❞

❝ there's no one. it's just me. ❞

❝ shit—yeah, that hurts. that really hurts. ❞

❝ can i get outta here any time soon? ❞

❝ you look kinda young to be a doctor. ❞

❝ i thought i was fine but it just kept getting worse. ❞

❝ could i get something for the pain? ❞

❝ no—no drugs. please. ❞

❝ you're telling me it's 'just stress'? what's that supposed to even mean? ❞

❝ no one ever believes me. they think i'm exaggerating. i'm not making this up! ❞

❝ i just feel like i can't breathe. ❞

❝ that's a lot of blood... ❞

❝ how long is that supposed to take? ❞

❝ i'm scared of needles. ❞

❝ am i gonna be okay? ❞

❝ i-i'm so stupid. i should've been more careful. ❞

❝ do i really have to wear those gowns...? ❞

❝ what? what does that mean? ❞

❝ could you explain that again? ❞

❝ i'm having another episode. ❞

❝ i feel like i might pass out... ❞

❝ kinda wish i didn't have to be discharged. feels safer here than out there. ❞

❝ well aren't you doctor cutie? ❞

❝ have you ever done this before? ❞

❝ my veins are kinda tricky, try my left arm. ❞

❝ thank you. i mean it. ❞

❝ sorry i'm not trying to take it out on you i'm just really stressed. ❞

❝ i kinda hate hospitals. ❞

❝ don't come near me. ❞

❝ don't touch me! ❞

❝ that wasn't so bad. ❞

❝ there's air bubbles in my iv. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be difficult, it's just my condition is kinda particular and only my gp knows the details. i have this folder here that explains everything. ❞

❝ don't look at me like that. i know my own body. ❞

[gotaksboyfie]

hi! i love your work so much and that you like so many fandoms that i like too 8D! your fics and headcanons are so fun to read, I may have read a lot of them in a night… 👉👈 and i really liked your Baku/Hyuntak x short reader as a fellow short person who hates it sometimes too </3

is it also possible for a Geum Seongje one but with a short female reader? either fic or headcanons are fine, whichever is best for you :) but maybe with a short female reader who’s insecure with her short height ?

thank you very much and please take as much time as you need too, I hope all is well and thank you for your writing :)

keum seongje with a short partner

general

gif creds: @billornot

» holds back a barely concealed laugh when he first sees you, biting his lip to try and stop it. he didn't even know you could be in high school and still be that height. seeing you get annoyed at his reaction makes him even more interested in you, constantly pushing your buttons

» purposely stashes stuff way out of your reach, so you're forced to ask him for help. so what if seongje spends a little bit of time staring at how your shirt rides up? a little treat for his eyes never hurts

» he acts like he never wants to do things for you, but he's always giddy about it on the inside. like yes seongje, you are the best boyfriend in the whole world for opening the jar of pickles. he lives for your validation—or anything to stroke his ego, really

» rests his arm on your head. c'mon, you can't get mad at him when your head is literally right there. it's the perfect height for it. maybe you should've drank some more milk as a kid

» obsessed with the size difference, and he's very loud with it. never fails to mention how small you are compared to him, or how you basically need him there at all times to help you (especially loves whenever you cry about him "not fitting" during sex)

» if he loses his glasses somehow, be very careful. seongje cannot see at all, so paired with your height..? he's never letting go of your wrist. if you wander off, he will genuinely not be able to spot you unless you're within two feet of him (two feet is pushing it, more like 10 inches)

» picks you up and moves you wherever. he'll just grab you by your shoulders and plop you down where he wants you, kinda like he's moving a life sized chess pawn. sometimes the second hand isn't even required, he'll just wrap and arm around you and lug you like a log

» forgets how fragile you are, and accidentally hits you with the same strength he uses on his friends (if you can even call them that?). panics when he sees the bruise blossoming and has to remember to control his strength around you

» won't notice if you're insecure about your height because he's not very observant with those things. why should you? seongje loves that part of you, so why don't you think the same as him ??? a little self centered on that front but does make an effort to try and ease your insecurities (albeit in rather odd ways.. like sending you links to articles about short people living longer that are obviously click bait. but hey, at least he's trying?)

» jokingly refers to you as a little lamb, but the nickname sticks. you think it's fitting, seeing how he's similar to a wolf (haha) and you're like his prey. don't let him know you like it though, or else he'll go a little feral about the predator/prey dynamics

fin

a/n off topic but did yall see the ateez comeback (っ˘ω˘ς ) they are WHORING OUT!!!!! the amount of shirtless shots oh my lord? and mingi bending over that car??? honda baby flashbacks (ifykyk) i shed a tear down my legs watching it.. such a total 180 from iomt but i loved it nonetheless

[euphoria-looney]

I Got You On My Radar, Soon You're Gonna Be With Me, "Strategy" By TWICE

Creds to @dollywons for the dividers

This will have a lot of POV switches so get ready 😀

(This has a mother!darling and a daughter!darling, and they are separate from the reader- unless you decide they aren’t 😍😍)

gn!reader (if I accidentally make them seem too feminine, I’m sorry 😞)

Next chapter I'm going to make [name] crash out but not for the reason you think (hopefully not the reason you think)

So Much More.

Pt. 1 Pt.2

Alfred's POV

I couldn't say if I have a favorite among the Wayne family. I've served them for years even now in my old age. Left my own child, Julia, to train to be at my side, servicing the Waynes.

If you had to ask me to narrow down who was my favorite though, it would have to be young master, [name].

They aren't trained to be assassins, vigilantes, or even able to tame feral animals, instead, they excel in normal activities. I remember the first time they approached Master Burce, eyes that had stars glow in them. They wanted to invite Master Bruce to a ballet recital. They danced with such grace and perfection that many had asked them to continue the said sport. Professionally.

However, they had no time to spare as they raced down to see me, looking around frantically, and excitedly, it hurt my heart to see their eyes dim down so quickly after finding out that unfortunately none of their family had come.

Undeterred, they kept trying figure skating, football (soccer), and volleyball. They'd try the music pathway once they noticed sports didn't work. They excused the absences starting with opera since "opera was boring and easy anyway; maybe instruments are more interesting." They tried the violin, cello, organ, and harp. Still nothing.

Of course, it wasn't just these events that the family missed out on, it was also their birthdays, trophy events, everything. I could only try to support them on the side.

They were a gifted child, one, that had a fire burn so brightly. Till it wasn't.

They never stopped doing the activities, but you could tell they no longer cared if the family attended. I'd go and make excuses for them, and they would brush it off.

Then it seemed they had that fire extinguished when Lady [M/D] and Misstress [D/D] came into the picture.

I could only do so much as I wasn't their personal butler.

Then a day ago was their graduation. I believed I could make it, but the circumstances were too busy and important to go to the graduation. So, today, I hope I can make it up with cupcakes. Today is their birthday.

Imagine, my surprise when they started crying, how I felt such guilt, was it the missed events, or even bigger, the graduation?

None of that. They only said how thankful they were for me. I tried to spend the rest of the evening with them, but it just ended up with me being called to see [D/D] with a new animal. I didn't want to leave them.

I had to though, that is my duty as a butler. To serve my masters.

Another perk about [name] though was how understanding they were.

I should've seen the signs.

A smile and nod gave me all I needed to know that they were going to be okay if I left.

After a long day, I went back to my quarters, to see an envelope.

Sealed in wax with a Lotus flower imprinted on it.

Opening it up and reading the contents made numerous thoughts run rapidly in my mind.

Dear, Alfred

I can only hope this news doesn't affect you in any way. I simply couldn't find it in my heart to tell you in person. I'll be leaving the manor. I've left many things in my room that I hope you mind leaving in there. I don't want years of my work to go down the drain, as you see they hold memorial and sentimental value to me.

That's beside the point, Alfie, you mean the world to me. I don't think I could've made it this far without you. There were days I thought of quitting. Seeing your approval was enough for me to keep pushing myself. Alfie, you are the most capable person I've ever seen in anything. This is why I know my disappearance will help you more by taking the unneeded burden off your shoulders.

Alfie, I hope that when I make a name for myself, you will still look at me with such fondness that makes me feel like a child again, clinging onto you like my last hope, as you always have been. Take of yourself, as that is the most important thing about this message. You matter too much for me to ever forget or let go of you, whether it be through memory or anything else.

With love and appreciation,

[name] [last name]

I re-read that letter, over and over again.

True to their words I never saw them again, but they were wrong about one thing.

They were never a burden on my shoulders. Far from it. They felt like- my child, I raised them up and felt proud of the achievements they managed to get on their own.

I knew I had to understand. It was their choice. One that I didn't want to respect. I wanted to drag them back, but with no leads, how does one even do such a thing?

My only choice was to read their entries and watch recordings they did for themselves to look back on.

But that doesn't do the trick, does it?

I'll find a strategy to bring you back young master, I promise.

Journal 7th

(Entry #1)

I'm going into the 7th grade this year. Honestly, everything sucks. I wish to give up. Alfie has been busy since those two new people came into the house. They seem that they don't want to be here. Honestly, relatable.

Alfie tries but he can never understand me. (GUYS THIS WAS THEIR EMO PHASE, it's so unrealistic 😭)

I have to go, I have an ice skating competition to go to.

(Entry #45)

How is this fair!!! This is so sickening.

I've tried everything and what do I get?! NOTHING.

NoW I'm writing all sloppy! Forget it who says I even need their dumb attention!

Here comes waltzing in this mother-daughter duo!

"Oh~, I don't want you guys"

"But we're obsessed with you!"

WELL SCREW ALL OF YOU GUYS.

SIGNING OFF,

[name] [last name]

Journal 9th

(Entry #1)

It's been two years since [M/D] and [D/D] have entered the manor.

Despite what I wrote somewhere in my old journal, I don't hate them. If anything I feel pity for them. They do something that the family doesn't like and it is like their babies that did something wrong.

Not to mention Damian is always monitoring [D/D] at school and it doesn't help that not even the soundproof wall can block off the sound of Mr. Wayne and [M/D].

It's worse at home than before the family would be busy off doing whatever vigilantes do.

Also, it didn't take a while to find that out. As a kid, I thought they were playing dress-up without me. We'll ignore that though.

Anyway, now as soon as their done doing whatever they're to save the city they rush home to smother those two.

I'm starting high school soon. Slowly I'm changing my style so my hair, and clothing. The hoodie phase was... something.

Anyway

Yours truly,

[name] [last name].

Closing the entries, my thoughts are once again interrupted.

"Where's big sibling [name]?" a child/teenager approached me.

This would be [D/D] with a python on her shoulder.

"They're gone, young mistress." I kneeled down to her height.

"Gone?" The tone was menacingly, annoyed. You could hear the python hissing in agreement with his owner.

[D/D]'s POV

I hated how this family held me in such a possessive and obsessive way, but now I think I understand them.

How could I not when staring at [name]?

My precious sibling. If anything I do have something I appreciate this family for, but if I told them they'd probably annoy me even more, they ignored [name] allowing me to be their one true sibling.

They were special compared to everyone else in this whole world.

It sucked every second, moment, that I didn't spend with them. They give the best cuddles anyone could ask for, and they smelled so good.

I also liked their room, it was so ethereal sometimes. Mostly because they were in there but also because they had customized it perfectly, the decorations. I loved the figurines, the Hironos and Smiskis, the most.

However, the most important thing was the scent.

Did I mention that?

When I had first met them it had been a week since I got kidnapped to this god-awful place, I kept getting smothered and needed to just- get away from it all.

I felt so overwhelmed.

Then they walked in front of me, in this, from what I had assumed, abandoned hallway. It freaked me out and I asked what they were doing in this hallway as I was guessing that his hallway would be closed off or something.

"What are you doing here?! Did one of the freaks send you!?" I directed my anger at them since it would only make sense why I'd encounter them.

"What are you talking about? This is my 'wing' of the house, my room is right over there." They had made a confused face at me.

I felt embarrassed but I shook my head not believing them.

"Are you making this up? Listen as much as I don't want to admit this the only people who are living here are my family and Alfred, the only butler. You certainly can't be a part of this family with that attire, and not once has anyone mentioned you." I looked at them up and down.

"I get that a lot, well not really, I don't talk to anyone other than Alfie." Alfie?

"I'm [name] [la- Wayne. I think I'm older than Duke, so I'd be older than you. We don't really interact..."

"Oh, so you're my sibling." Weird her reaction was normal meeting me... "Well don't bother me like the rest of them." I stuck my head up, glancing at them, which wasn't as they were taller than me by a lot."

"The rest of them?"

"Yeah, they're so annoying, you're cool, for now. But they constantly bother me, going on and on about how I'm their precious little sister, boasting their love to me, notice all the jewelry? That's from them." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh." Their tone had changed seemed distance and the way their eyes sharpened, I didn't even notice.

"You know, I like you, you're perfect, want to hang out?" I batted my eyes at them. Something I wouldn't do in front of the others, they just gush over it.

"I'm busy." They answered shortly, already making their way out.

That made me frown.

"Busy? Doing what? I could join you."

"I'd rather you not, I have a performance to do and have no time to waste."

After that moment I would notice them more and more, that even a second not seeing them felt like my world was dying just to be fixed seeing them at the library. They Looked So Cool!

Flipping through a book, typing faster than my eyes could track, and their note-taking, gosh, that handwriting.

Just to be dragged away by that annoying pest, Damian, he'd be like "Good, you're in the library, I have a bunch of books that we can read together.

No, Damian, I don't want to.

I think I also grew on them, a wee bit.

Not to mention, my pets loved them, even more than they loved me sometimes, ungrateful 🙄.

Then one time, I wanted to skip school, and I knew none of the family would let me, even my mom! She would let me do anything to spite the family but not this, as she deemed education important.

So I maybe, sorta, kind of took [name]'s phone number at one point and called them up.

Damian wasn't near me at the moment. Thank Christ, since we attended the same school, same grade, and everything.

They showed up, sighing, they looked so cool with their windbreaker jacket, those s0ny headphones, the pants, the shoes, and that cool instrument case on their back!

They told the principal that they were my babysitter. Like c'mon, we're siblings. Signed their name really fancy and took me in the car.

One of the best memories as they allowed me to watch them practice at their school as long as I didn't bother them.

So I'm a bit peeved at the news I received today from Alfred.

"Gone?" Seems Copperhead agreed.

My head was reeling as a few days passed and my mom seemed to notice (so did everyone else but who cares about them)

I'll have you on my radar soon, my sweet-hearted [name].

"Honey, is something wrong?" She showed concern.

"Of course not, darling-" Father got cut off

"Not you, [D/D]."

"[name] up and left me" I could feel myself deteriorating even more at that sentiment I just said.

"They what?!" Mom seemed to explode at that moment. Her aura suffocating.

[M/D]'s POV

I had no choice; it was by some coincidence that I bumped into Bruce again. In some way, he tricked me, more like manipulated me into marrying him.

It was hard to adapt, of course, it was, somehow my daughter got used to it quicker than me, every time I did something simple one of the kids, those poor traumatized kids would ask to help me. At first, I didn't mind but they did become overbearing just like Bruce.

Don't get me wrong, they've somehow wormed their way into my heart even that dang handsome Bruce, which makes me show signs of Stockholm syndrome, but therapy is not something I need right now.

Though, they could never top [name].

They reminded me of the woman I met through Bruce, and how she was perfect.

So when I found out that she had a child, I couldn't be even more excited to meet her child, [name].

Even though they had no supporters, even one speck of some kind of light kept them going.

I love my daughter [D/D], but she gave up on doing anything used to being spoiled. That just makes me want to spoil her more though.

[name] did many things. I got an invitation to an ice skating competition. Alfred had handed me two tickets.

"Master [name] would appreciate it if you came to her competition, Lady Wayne." Alfred bowed before leaving."

"Woah!~ [name] ice skates?" [D/D] had stars in her eyes.

"Would you like to attend, sweetheart?" I patted her head.

"Anything to get away from home! Though one of my siblings will bother me again." [D/D] pouted.

True to her words we were delayed to the competition.

The sight that we witnessed though, well, I couldn't even describe it.

"Woah~! They did it! They did the triple axel!"

"Okay, but we all know they could've done a quad axel."

"Shut it, Coral, you got disqualified in figure skating when you were 5 years ago, you don't even know how to figure- much less ice skate anymore."

Apparently, the Axel move was one of the hardest moves to pull.

As they made their way off the podium and to Alfred, they smiled understandably as he made excuses for the Wayne household.

"Congratulations [name]!" [D/D] cheered, it made their smile drop for a moment, I didn't notice though, too enamored by their frame.

"Yes, congrats, I didn't know you had such a talent for ice skating." I gave them a bouquet of roses, which I have to thank that dang Bruce for, or else I would've had nothing to give them.

"Figure skating, but thank you." She accepted the flowers before motioning to Alfred that they were going away.

I was going to stop them, but my phone was getting flooded with messages, and when I looked over [D/D] phone was no different.

"Ah! So annoying! I didn't even get to say bye to [name]!" [D/D] had ruffled her hair out of agitation.

Year after year, my schedule got busy and I could never see them that much.

So tell me why, why in the world did my world have to crash and burn during this dinner that seemed to be perfect.

It even had scallop butre.

"Honey, is something wrong?" I was concerned. [D/D] had been in a bad mood all week.

"Of course not, darling-" Bruce got cut off by me.

"Not you, [D/D]."

"[name] up and left me"

"They what?!" I slammed my hand on the table.

"G-gone? What in the world are you talking about, angel?!" I tried to reason.

"They moved! Left! No one knows where though!" [D/D] cried shoving a piece of food into her mouth. Damian scolded her and tried to pat her back before getting his hand slapped away.

"Calm down." Dick went over to calm [D/D] down and Cassandra went over to rub my arm to console me.

"[name]? Darling, who is that." He chuckled, in that stupid possessive way, which would've made me drop this but this was his child!

"Your child! Yours! Remember! The one that has all the trophies!?"

"Trophies?" Tim chimed in.

"don't worry mom, They aren't that many trophies I've earned," Jason added in.

For god sake you pricks! Are any of your names, [name]?!

"I think they are referring to [name] [lastname], masters." Alfred brought out the dessert, his thoughts seemed to also be clouded.

Realization seemed to hit, starting off with Bruce and then spreading.

Who cares about them though.

Don't worry [name], soon you're gonna be with me.

Guys were already making our schedules for next year and being an academic weapon I am I signed up for all Ap.

Junior year is going to kick my ass.

Also

“I can write descriptions”

“Well I can write dialouge”

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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook | Drabble 5

Summary: You get upset when you see other girls flirting with Jungkook but he always makes sure that you know you're the only one he wants Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook Word Count: 4.7k~ (a pretty long drabble since I've been working on this for way too long) Warnings: Suggestive language but that's about it lol Requested by @ericawantstoescape 💜 (Sorry it took me literally months to get this one out but I hope you like it 😭)

"I'll get it" Jungkook calls out when he hears someone at the door. He's been here for well over the trial period so needless to say things have been going rather well.

We cook together, clean together...sleep together. All of it with just the two of us. The only thing we haven't done is go out.

I don't know what it is but every time I think about taking him with me to the store or to go out to dinner or even the movies I just get scared that something might happen and someone will notice that there's something not so natural about him.

I don't know why it bugs me but people discovering I have a robot hanging around me stresses me out. 

What if they ask what his purpose is, or if someone hits on him and he says something weird about being programed to be with me or I don't know, just something.

"Ava's here" he calls out and I wrack my brain, trying to think of a reason as to why she would be coming over and I come up short. Throwing on a robe I walk out into the living room to meet her. Not bothering to try to look presentable because...well it's Ava.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I ask, going to give her a hug but she steps back. 

"If you think you're gonna hug me after getting your back blown out you are severely mistaken" she cringes. I hear Jungkook snort in response making me glare at him but he shrugs his shoulders, going back to his task of getting me a glass of water.

"I'm guessing you forgot?" she asks and I tilt my head, unsure as to what I might've forgotten.

"I guess the sex has gone to your head and made you dumb" she teases and Jungkook snickers again. 

"You're not helping" I scold him and he holds his hands up in surrender before walking back over to us and handing me the glass.

"Thank you" I say, narrowing my eyes at him and he smiles, kissing me on the cheek before heading back to the bedroom. "Always a pleasure Ava" he says and she chuckles, "Likewise" she jokes and waves him off as he disappears down the hall.

"What did I forget?" I ask, going back to the reason for her visit. "Lily is getting married remember? You said we could all come over for a girls night to work on the wedding and bachelorette party planning" she reminds, it all starting to come back to me.

"Shit that's today?" I ask and she sighs, "Yes that's today and from the looks of it you're probably gonna need help getting stuff ready for tonight. Which is why I'm here" she says and I let out a sigh of relief.

"You're a lifesaver Ava" I sigh leaving her brushing me off. "Just go take a shower and make sure you and your boy toy look presentable and I'll take care of the rest" she relays, nodding towards the way Jungkook had gone.

"Wait, why Jungkook too?" I ask and she rolls her eyes. "You seriously think he's just gonna sit still and be quiet as a mouse all night? Last time I heard you guys agreed that you would never power him down unless he asked you to. So my guess is that he's gonna wanna at least come out and say hi" she says and I agree.

"You're probably right. Plus the only other person he's spoken to is you so I guess I could try him out with the girls" I agree tentatively.

"What are you gonna introduce him as?" she asks and I guess I had never told her about it before. "My boyfriend" I say and realize that I've never actually said it out loud.

"You rang?" he asks coming back out into the living room after what I assume is taking a quick shower. He's a robot so he can pretty much finish up rinsing off in a minute or two.

"I forgot that I have a few friends coming over tonight so I thought I would introduce you to them. You know, as my boyfriend" I say and the corner of his mouth tugs up, clearly satisfied with the whole thing.

"Looks like everyone is in agreement" Ava says with one loud clap and turns around to head out again. "Where are you going?" I ask, trailing after her.

"I figured you probably don't have anything to eat so I'm gonna head to the store real quick. In the meantime make sure we have space to plan everything out" she says taking note of the tables that are covered with random piles of stuff that I had planned to sort through this weekend but I got a little...distracted to say the least, glancing over at the culprit and seeing that he is clearly satisfied with my discomfort.

"Got it" I agree and she pats the top of my head, walks out and closes the door behind her.

"So you're finally gonna introduce me to someone other than Ava huh?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug look on his face. I roll my eyes in response and walk back to our room but once I pass him he slaps my ass leaving me yelping from the sheer force of it.

"Jungkook what the hell?" I shout and his smile goes from smug to devious. "What? You liked it when I was slapping your ass not too long ago" he says in reference to our earlier activities together. "That's different" I grumble and he follows me as I continue into the bedroom.

"So who exactly is coming tonight?" he asks as I open my closet and look for something cute but comfortable since this is just a girl's night. 

"Well Lily who is the bride to be, Jordan who has been her best friend since they were kids, her cousin Claire and then Ava. Lily isn't gonna have a big wedding but she loves the idea of having a wedding party with a few bridesmaids and groomsman" I say and he watches me while I set out everything I need.

"You wanna shower together?" he asks, walking over to me to untie my robe once he notices me struggling to get it undone. "I don't think my body can take another round Jungkook" I say, my breath hitching when he places a kiss under my ear, sliding the robe off my shoulders and letting it pool around my ankles.

"We don't have to do that, just wanna hold you" he mumbles between the kisses he's trailing down my neck, a heat running through my veins.

"Didn't you just take a shower?" I ask, giving a pitiful excuse as to why we don't have to do this. 

"Yes, but not with you" he says, placing a soft kiss on my lips making it hard for me to keep standing. He takes note of that and picks me up to take me to the bathroom, gently setting me on the counter like he always does before turning on the water to heat it up for me.

He turns back and drags his eyes up and down my bare form, that constant insatiable look in his eyes making me squirm. "Is that a yes or a no?" he asks, walking over to me and tilting my head up to make eye contact with him and I simply nod yes.

"Sorry sweetheart couldn't hear you. Can you try again?" he asks, nudging his nose against mine. 

"Yes" I mumble against his lips and he takes a step back, stripping off his clothes and letting me take in how absolutely gorgeous he looks. 

No matter how many times I've seen his incredible physique, I'll never get tired of it.

"You sure you can't give me another one" he temps, his hands on my waist, pulling me off the counter and putting me on my feet. "I'm sure" I say and tap his chest twice before walking into the shower, him sauntering in right after me.

Jungkook is always so attentive when it comes to aftercare and although he's programed to do it I can't help but feel like there's a part of him that wants to, even though he can't have any true wants or feelings. 

Everything he says is just for my enjoyment and I have to keep reminding myself of that.

"You alright love?" he asks when he realizes I've gone quiet since being in here and turns the faucet off. I nod my head but I know he doesn't believe me. He grabs a towel and wraps me up in it nice and snug, picking me up just to plop me down on the bed after having helped me dry my hair a bit.

He stays quiet and helps me get dressed since he likes doing it...or I guess he's taken notice and knows that I like it and does it just to make me smile.

"Something's wrong" he says after I'm fully dressed and still haven't said anything. "Nothing's wrong I just..." I start but trail off, not really sure how to say it. 

"You know you can tell me anything right? I am literally unable to tell anyone anything if you tell me not to" he jokes, trying to cheer me up but pointing towards the fact that kinda has me a bit upset.

"The thought of introducing you as my boyfriend has got me kind of...mixed up" I say, still not sure how to explain it. He waits and doesn't push me to say anything, walking around the room and getting himself dressed now that I'm all done and that's another thing he's learned about me.

If I don't know how to put things to words he doesn't push me. He waits for me and lets me come to him without holding it against me if I act a certain way or try to push past it. He's the perfect boyfriend in so many aspects and that scares me.

"I think I'm losing sense of what is and isn't real" I say, his moves stuttering for a second before finishing the task he had been doing and coming back over, waiting for me to continue.

"The thought of introducing you as my boyfriend...well introducing you as anything at all is kind of just blurring my senses into separating the fantasy from reality" I admit and he nods his head, taking in the data and processing it.

"You can turn me off for the night if you want to" he offers and my brow furrows, "No Jungkook I don't wanna do that. I like having you in my life like this but I need to be careful" I say, trying to save the situation but knowing that this is going to leave me feeling a little off.

"How about a compromise? I'll come out so you can introduce me to them and then I'll head back into the bedroom and wait until you guys are done to come out again. I can even come say goodbye if you want me to?" he proposes and after thinking it over for a second or two I agree.

"Yeah that could work. Just make sure that if you're going to shake hands that you'll be gentle about it alright? Not like how you hold onto me sometimes" I say, reminding him of the time he left bruises against my skin from gripping my hips too tight.

I see the realization flash across his expression after sifting through the data he collected since he reprogramed himself after that to ease up a bit, even though I told him it was fine. "Got it" he says, his eyes glowing gold again, an almost bashful expression on his face.

I know this might sound a little silly but that's become something that I find very endearing these days. 

I used to feel a little sad when he reprogrammed himself after I had told him something that I remotely disliked or even liked. 

I know that he's meant to be the perfect fit for me so I find the clear effort to continue to improve himself so he can make sure he knows how to please me in all areas of life makes me feel...loved?

No! No not loved. Appreciated? I don't know, but I'm not gonna worry about that tonight.

Tonight is a night with my girls and I need to focus on that, especially since I've stood them up a couple...a few times in favor of staying in with him. 

What can I say? He can be rather persuasive when he sees my clear displeasure in leaving him, unless it's for work.

He knows my boundaries when it comes to that but that doesn't make him protest any less. He knows I like a somewhat clingy, kind, possessive, protective, maybe a smidge obsessive/jealous and attentive boyfriend and like he said on the first day we met, he is very eager to learn.

See, this is why it's so hard for me to actually want a real boyfriend. I want it all and it seems like he can be that for me so why even try to find someone else?

My train of thought is interrupted by another doorbell ring and my eyes widen, not sure as to if it'll be Ava or one of the other girls. "I'll wait in here" he says, placing a kiss on my forehead and using my shoulders to spin me around before patting my butt twice to get me going.

I take a deep breath and let it out before rushing to open the door but when I see through the peep hole that it's Ava again I let out a sigh.

"Took you long enough! Now come on my arms are going numb from carrying all of these bags" she says, passing some of them over to me. "You could've just called me so I could come out and help" I chuckle, placing all of them on the kitchen counters and unpacking all of the snacks and frozen pizzas she decided to get.

We're all pretty simple so nights like this with this kind of food is normal for us.

"No because if I called you then Jungkook would've wanted to come help too but I wasn't sure if the girls would be close behind. Then we would've had to do an awkward introduction out there so I thought sacrificing mere minutes of my blood circulation was the more favorable choice" she explains, leaving me unable to argue with her logic.

"Babe, your phone is ringing" Jungkook says as he walks over to us, cringing since I can feel the smirk that's growing on Ava's face. "Thanks" I say with a pained expression and answer but when I see the wordless devious exchange between Ava and him I know that I'm in for a painfully awkward night.

"Hello?" I say, not paying attention to who it is, knowing it's probably one of the girls. 

"Oh look you're finally answering my calls" I hear my mom's voice chime through the speaker. 

"Mom I missed your call like two times" I roll my eyes, walking away from the conversation Jungkook and Ava are having before she can hear but unfortunately this time she notices.

"Are you with a man right now? Do you finally have a boyfriend? Honey, y/n has a boyfriend!" my mom calls out to tell my father and I sigh, knowing I'm fucked. 

"Mom I don't have a boyfriend" I whisper and luckily Ava and Jungkook have started getting all of the food ready so neither of them is paying any mind to my conversation.

"Then who's voice was that that I heard? You're home right now aren't you?" she asks and I sigh, humming to confirm her suspicions. "So why do you have a man in your home?" she asks and I go with the thing that is true since although not human he has become somewhat of a friend.

"He's a friend mom, Ava is here too. Do you wanna say hi?" I ask and before she can protest I walk over and hand the phone to Ava. With a very suspicious face she takes the phone and says 'Hello' but brightens up when she hears that it's my mom.

"Ava I need you to be honest with me and don't let my daughter threaten you into lying" she says and I plead,  asking her to lie just this once. From the looks of it though it seems like it's a losing battle. 

"Yes. Well yeah but- I don't know if that's the best ide- and she's gone" Ava says, handing me back my phone.

"What?" I groan, knowing that could only mean bad news. "Your parents are coming to see you" she says and my heart gets kicked into overdrive. "Now?" I ask and she shrugs her shoulders, 

"She says she would let you know when but we both know she probably won't" she cringes and I huff, throwing myself onto the couch, smashing my face into a pillow and screaming as loud as I can.

"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispers to Ava as he watches my short lived temper tantrum. "She'll be fine, her mom just gets her worked up sometimes" Ava explains and although he nods and goes back to helping her he still keeps a wary eye on me.

When he's finished though he comes over to me right away, sitting on the couch and rubbing my back.

"Hey..." he says softly, not wanting to cause anymore distress. "Hey" I respond, my voice muffled by the pillow my face is still buried in. "Can you breathe alright like that?" he chuckles and I nod my head but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Come on, up and at 'em" he says, lifting me up into a sitting position but I just tip over and end up laying on his lap. 

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asks, brushing my very ruffled hair out of my face.

"She's gonna ask me a billion questions about us that I don't know the answers to and I'll have to lie the whole time and just pray that they don't figure out that you're not human and I just-" I spout off and grab the pillow to scream in again.

He tentatively takes the pillow off of my face and cups it instead, making me look at him and I sigh, knowing that my reaction is very childish. "We'll get through this okay? Me and you" he says softly, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone and I nod my head before turning on my side and burying my face in his torso.

"Okay ew, are we done here or should I wait outside" Ava cringes and Jungkook chuckles rubbing my back again. 

"You ready?" he asks and I nod my head before sitting up, "As ready as I'll ever be" I grumble, sighing and heading over to my room to see if I need anything else before the girls get here.

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"You mean to tell me you've been hiding him from us this whole time?" Lily says, after Jungkook's had his little introductions with all of them and headed back into the bedroom, the utter look of betrayal painting her face.

"You're acting like I've been hiding him for years" I chuckle, sitting back down after having grabbed another bottle of wine. "Might as well have been years, she sighs, slumping back into the couch leaving the rest of us laughing at her childish reaction.

"Anyways, y/n's boyfriend aside, shouldn't we get back to the wedding planning?" Ava says, bringing us back around to the task at hand. 

"Good point" Jordan hums and we start working out things like where we're going for Lily's bachelorette party, the colors for her wedding and lists of venues for them to check out and by the time we've finished up we're quickly back on the subject of Jungkook again.

"So where did you guys meet?" Claire asks, the three who hadn't known of his existence before wait with baited breath, wanting to know everything there is to know about him and our relationship. 

"Ava kept nagging me and eventually asked if she could make me an online dating profile so I just let her and well, here we are" twisting the truth a bit. 

"So how long did it take you until you finally agreed to meet?" Lily asks, her wedding now the least of her worries, fully absorbed in my 'Love story'.

"About a week, Ava was here to more or less supervise our first meeting since I was nervous but yeah...there really isn't much more to it than that" I shrug because there honestly isn't. He was literally engineered in a lab or factory or whatever and was made for me so he didn't exist one day and now he's here and hasn't left.

"What do you mean? You guys have been together for a few months and you're already living together? That's pretty fast for you last time I checked" Lily continues, having known me the best besides Ava.

"They honestly make a really cute couple and he seems sweet. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Plus she looks happy" Claire says, her being the one I've known for the shortest amount of time. 

"I am happy" I say softly, a just as soft smile gracing my lips leaving them cooing, sucking my teeth and rolling my eyes as a response. 

"So Ava, what do you think about him? You've known from the beginning so you have to spill to make up for keeping him from us!" Jordan glares playfully and Ava chuckles, looking over at me with a wicked smile making me even more nervous.

"Let's just say she's stood me up quite a few times because of him" she winks, covering my face to hide how mortified I am. 

"Shut up!" Lily squeals, "He's that good huh?" she continues and shakes my arms trying to get them away from my face. 

"I wouldn't have pegged her to be a sex addict but alas..." Ava lays it on thick making me groan. 

"It's not my fault he's so-" I start but we all stop when we hear my bedroom door open and Jungkook comes out, looking like a deer caught in the headlights when he sees we're all looking at him. 

"Is there something on my face?" he asks making Ava snort. "No no, just ignore us" she says waving him off, him glancing over at me in a way that tells me he's heard every word.

"I'll be right back guys" I say, getting off the floor where I had been sat and walking over to him, pulling him into the kitchen for a word. 

"Why are you out here?" I scold him and he chuckles, not so subtly placing a hand on my hip and pulling me closer. "I thought you said you were gonna stay in the room all night" I pout and he smiles and kisses it.

"I wanted a snack" he says as if he had the ability to be starving but from the way he's looking at me the only thing he could be hungry for would be...

"This wasn't part of the deal" I groan and he chuckles. "I'm bored without you" him now being the one who's pouting making me roll my eyes. 

"Then just go to sleep or something" I say, knowing he has a 'Sleep mode' just like any computer would, only waking when I've touched him.

"We'll be finishing up here in a few hours so just wait for me. You haven't rested for a while so you should probably take some time to recharge" brushing his shaggy fringe out of his face. 

"Fine, but you're mine for the rest of the weekend" he says in my ear and places a kiss on my neck and I can hear a a gasp from the group I had left behind.

"Don't mind us" Lily blurts out, all of them clearly having seen the whole interaction making me blush and him chuckle. 

"As you were" he says to the rest of the girls, grabbing an apple and taking his leave after giving me one last kiss on the cheek, making all the girls practically swoon.

"I want one" Jordan sighs once he leaves and it takes everything in me and from the looks of it Ava as well to not say that in fact can. 

"You'll find your person" Claire says, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, the more empathetic one in the group.

"Movie?" Ava suggests, taking some of the heat off me but Lily declines. "No we should probably head out. Seems like lover boy is getting impatient" she points out and I throw my head in my hands again. 

"He couldn't have been more obvious if he tried" I groan making the trio laugh, Ava giving a knowing smile before they all start to pack up. 

"I'll talk to the florist and get a price breakdown over to you tomorrow" I say, giving Lily a hug before moving on to the others. 

"It's okay, we have plenty of time, just go enjoy your man" she says, nodding towards my bedroom where Jungkook is leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest giving the girls a slight nod as a salutation. 

"He doesn't say much does he?" she whispers in my ear. "He's a bit shy but trust me, he's always got something to say" I assure her and she smiles. "I'm sure he does" she hums before ushering the other two out, Ava staying back for just a little longer, closing the door when the others leave.

"How'd it go?" Jungkook asks, finally coming out into the living room, needing to know if our cover has been blown.

"They didn't suspect a thing" Ava nods and I let out a sigh of relief. "I'll tell them eventually but I'm not ready to have that talk with them yet" I shake my head and Ava starts gathering up her stuff, taking a bag of unopened chips and stuffing it in her bag. 

"Good luck having that talk with your parents" she mumbles and I pinch the bridge of my nose at that.

"Please don't remind me" I groan and Jungkook comes up and cups my face in both hands. "We'll figure it out" he reminds me again, his soft hold on my face slightly squishing my cheeks together making my pout even poutier.

"Okay well I'm gonna bow out before you guys start getting too mushy" she says, slipping her shoes on and opening the door. 

"Thanks for always supporting me in this Ava. Seriously like I don't know what I'd do without you" I say and she shrugs. "Have a boring non existent sex life?" straight to the point leaving Jungkook the one snorting.

"Goodbye Ava" I roll my eyes, the sentimental moment gone leaving her smiling devilishly as she walks out and down the hallway.

"Don't go too crazy tonight or you'll get another noise complaint" she says over her shoulder leaving me shushing her as loudly as I can to cover up the humiliating sentence floated by all of my neighbors.

"Not helping" I whisper scream but my complaints land on deaf ears as she starts her descent down the stairs to the parking lot. I huff in protest before going back inside and closing the door, hoping to shut out the embarrassment for the night.

I lock the door and before I have a second to process it all he spins me around and pins me against the door, catching me off guard. 

"Think you can stay quiet for me tonight?" he rasps in my ear, nibbling on it before continuing his path down my neck and shoulder. 

"You really have turned me into a sex addict, haven't you?" I mumble, my knees getting weak as he let's his hands and lips explore my skin, him immediately taking notice and scooping me up, carrying me to my bedroom.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, knowing damn well I want him, his database no doubt full of images of the slightest physical changes in my body language, sending him signals to initiate it first because he knows damn well I still have a hard time voicing that I want him.

"I guess not" 

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Can I please request, four platonic yandere brothers with helpless y/n who only grew up relaying on their brothers

My god, i take so long to answer, anyways teehee, im finally answering things yayayayay my trip back home is uh not going to happen i think, very sad, anyways also omg, four brothers also also, im lazy so for now, their names are numbers :p

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Having four brother to look after you is probably great when you're young but a pain when you're older, combined with the fact their yandere behaviour it's probably hell on earth.

You have to ask them permission for any and everything you do, and unless they say yes, you won't be able to do anything. If involves a friend, one or two will always be hiding in the background in case something happens.

The eldest, One, makes all his brothers report everything to him, where you go, what you do but he himself, never steps in to stop you from doing something, instead, he'll have Two or Three do the dirty work.

One is your beloved brother, who'd never do anything to make you upset, he may be pulling the strings but he'll never out himself as the villian.

One probably has the best job out of all the brothers and he has no problem handing you his card to go buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want. Hell, he takes you to expensive restaurants every now and then.

Even if you ask for a luxury car, he'll get it for you, no questions asked.

What his parents couldn't do, what they couldn't buy you, he'll buy it for you, he'll make sure you never lack in anything, whether it's something you need or something stupid, he'll hand it to you.

Having a good job, also means he's quite busy, but he makes time for you no matter what, one call and he'd drop everything to come to you, after all, his company should be more than equipped to deal with things in the absence of their CEO.

Two is the second eldest, the more strict brother, one who seems he'll scold you for sitting the wrong way, when in reality, he'd never do anything like that.

Despite being the one who finds a way to spoil all the plan One disapproves of, he makes sure to let you down gently, how horrible of an idea it is, how dangerous the outside is, especially when you're so looked after by four brother, the world is not as kind as they are.

Being a professor, Two is out most of the day but when he comes back, he always makes sure you have something to eat or buying something you want to eat. There isn't a single day he doesn't come back with a trinket in his hand.

Two is the brother you go to when you're having trouble with your assignments, he'll take all the time he has to explain it to you, no matter how busy you are, no matter how many assignments he has to complete, he'll always ready to explain things to you If you ever go into the same field as him, he'll pull some strings to get you into the same college he works in.

Two knows better than anyone how much you hate when people raise their voice at you, after all, he was the one who always comforted you after you got yelled at for not being able to understand your school work.

Two does not hesitate to go argue with the teacher if he sees and mishap in your grades, Two has years of experience and multiple connections, he'll make sure that teacher never gets to grade another paper again or if you get a lower grade than expected, he;ll go through the paper with you.

Three is someone who quiet, but the moment he opens his mouth, only sarcastic sentences and insults fall out of his mouth and even you as his sibling are not immune to this, although, he might tone it down so he doesn't get smacked by One again for making you upset.

Three is the brother you'd call after getting in a fight or if people were being creepy towards you, he wouldn't hesitate to break their nose off, and he always reaches the spot suspiciously fast.

Three might not be as rich or smart as the other two but he sure as hell knows how to deal with problems through violence. It's the only way he knows to look after you, you who used to get into ridiculous arguments, who used to stand there and accept every insult, not doing anything afraid to disappoint One or Two. He used to deal with people back then, he used to drag you away when your parents were fighting over something stupid, if he could he would have made sure you never has to see those things but back then, he wasn't as strong nor was he as capable as he is now.

Three is the brother you go to when something goes wrong with your car/bike, he'll fix it up for free, arguing how it got this bad because you took it to some random mechanic outside.

God forbid, Three ever find out a mechanic overcharged you with something, he'll go down there and pick a fight before demanding One to shut down the place.

Four is the youngest and closet to you in age, someone who's always up and about. He'd be dragging you to different places to try out different things.

Always going against One and taking you places, One disapproves off, claiming how you'll be completely safe with him and that nothing could go wrong.

Four knows how much it upsets you when Two or Three stop you from going somewhere when everyone is busy, so he makes it a point to take you there whenever he's free.

Four has always been stuck to your side like glue, back in school when no one wanted to sit with you and now when all your friends happen to be busy all the time.

He'd make it a point to show how awful your friends are, hanging out with others while ignoring you everytime. Unlike the other three, Four doesn't mind if your feelings get hurt a bit, perhaps sitting in a cafe, waiting for your friend for hours will teach you how unreliable they are and how much better your own brothers are, when they drop everything to come attend to your needs.

Of course, he doesn't go too far, four is well aware how one already disapproves of his ways and the last thing he needs from his brother is a lecture.

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Hiiii!!! See your doing writing requests for Hazbin, Its my hyperfixation so I am in need of more content 👀 so I'd like to request maybe Vox general or NSFW headcanon ( either one is good lol-) with a afab reader maybe? This is my first time requesting something like this so sorry if I'm a little nervous or bad at requesting. I think this is how people are supposed to request? XD

General Dating Headcanons | Vox

a/n: You're totally alright dear! You said everything just fine! As I've stated before, I got early access to the first two episodes, and it's been so interesting to analyze vox's character! I hope I can do him justice!! He's starting to grow on me now. I'm gonna stick with a gn!reader just because these are general headcanons and I want them to be suited for anyone!

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

wordcount: 1299

cw: SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL, swearing, vulgar content, stalking, death and mentions of death/murder., toxic/absuive relationships.

(PLATONIC):

Vox’s got eyes EVERYWHERE in hell. There is no escaping his line of sight unless you go completely off the grid. Which is pretty difficult to do when the entirety of pentagram city is covered head to toe in VoxTech.

However, if you don't pose a threat to him, he really doesn't give a shit about you otherwise, and won’t pay that much attention to your life.

When you first fell into hell, you were mostly confused as to how you wound up here in the first place. That quickly subsided into fear as you noticed the large variety of demons and sinners casually walking down the sidewalk like it was an average tuesday. 

You’ll never forget the sight of seeing a demon gnaw off the arm of another and swallow it whole, like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. 

You wander aimlessly down the streets, keeping to yourself and being very cautious of those around you. Your clothes were in tatters, and you didn't have any form of money whatsoever, what were you to do??

You had two options: Somehow find a job in this new horrific realm, or, die.

You didn't care too much for the latter.

This is how you stumble across one of the largest studios/clubs in hell, owned by probably the most feared overlords in pentagram city. The V’s. 

You get hired to be nothing more than a waiter/waitress, to serve the patrons of the club, mostly serving them their drinks.

You weren't too fond of the work uniform either. It left nothing to the imagination, and exposed alot of skin, far too much to your liking. The job actually paid somewhat decently though and it was enough to be able to sustain a living. You were quick to rent out the nearest apartment.

One day, while you’re out on the main floor, making your rounds, your eyes briefly lock with the TV demon across a sea of sinners. Call it cheesy, but it was almost like a spark went off the moment he laid eyes on you. Which is something that doesn't happen often with the tech-savvy overlord. Who were you??

He lazily beckons you over with a claw, to which you obediently follow, although it doesn't hide the sheer nervousness written all over your face, He gives you his drink order in that sultry, velvet voice of his, eyeing you up. You gulp slightly and are quick to bring him his order. He thought you were so cute trembling for him.

He begins to stalk observe you closer after that. If you have any electronic devices he’ll watch you through your screens, trying to get a glimpse into what your life was like outside of work. The things you enjoyed doing in your free time, favorite shows, foods etc.

He def goes through your search history.

He would start showing up more in the sections you worked at, oftentimes minding his business, but occasionally striking up a conversation with you.

You did have to admit he was quite the charmer, his smooth voice was hypnotic to you.

OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES. If he notices some creep won't leave you alone while you're working, he’ll take care of them personally, it’s never a pretty sight afterwards. He cant have anyone taking what's his.

You're oblivious to his stalking and possessiveness, you don't think much of it, maybe that's because he puts on a friendly face when you’re around him.

But after some time of getting to know you, He’s the one that eventually asks you out on a “date”. You’re skeptical at first, but decide to accept his offer. And also partially because you were afraid of what would happen if you said no.

(ROMANTIC):

Ngl it’s kind of a situationship in the beginning.

Vox is a busy man, it’s constant work maintaining the studios (especially valentinos temper) and managing the entirety of hell's technology. So, he may ghost you at first.

That being said, He will still keep an eye on you. He often watches through your phone while you sleep, just to make sure you’re safe. Hell is a dangerous place after all.

Speaking of, you’re now under the protection of the V’s, so that’s a plus! You never have to worry about another demon laying a finger on you. They usually never get close enough to anyways.

He very easily gets jealous. He won't show it on the outside because he has an image to uphold, but you can tell every time from that crazed look in his eyes.

Vox is a possessive lover; he wants to keep you all to himself. If he could, he’d keep you locked up by his side all day.

CONTROLLING. He HAS to know where you’re at, at all times, and who you’re going to be with (lest you face one of his tantrums). Also dictates what you wear, He likes to dress you up to his liking, like you’re his own personal doll.

Insecure much?

Say goodbye to privacy btw. He constantly has you in the back of his mind and a watchful eye on you. It can be kind of suffocating at times. The two of you have gotten into a few arguments because of this.

Valentino gets jealous of you too. How dare you take his boy-toy away from him? He’s often giving you the stink eye and will threaten you behind vox’s back. You’re too scared to tell Vox, because you don't want to face Val’s wrath.

You know briefly of his and Val’s “relationship” it all had seemed very one-sided and completely unhealthy.

You're often having to calm Vox down. The man has a very short temper and is easily provoked. 

Imagine you pressing little kisses to his screen after he found out about Alastor’s return. He remains stoic, but secretly enjoys your affection.

Some of the pet names he loves to call you include; Doll, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart, Babe.

Pretty old-fashioned ik, but he's a classy man alright?

He tends to be pretty touchy, always having a clawed hand on the small of your back, or an arm wrapped around your waist. It’s more of a possessive trait of his, to keep what's his close.

He loves having you sprawled on his lap while he’s in his screen room, you stay nuzzled into his side, often taking naps while he does broadcasts.

He TOTALLY spoils you btw. He’s one of the most powerful overlords in hell, ofc he has the money to show it. Whatever dingy apartment you had before, forget about it bc this man has you living in a penthouse suite in one of the most expensive apartment buildings. He sees you looking at something in a store or online?? Boom, it’s yours now.

He loves buying you clothes, as I’ve said before, you're his “doll” and he loves playing dress up with you.

And if you buy him something?? He’s taken by surprise at first, he’s never really been on the receiving end of that affection, so whatever it is you give him he’ll cherish it.

If you ever have someone bothering you, or want to get rid of, you just say the word babe. He’ll be feeding them to his sharks >:)

The man is emotionally constipated, ok?? All he’s ever known from relationships is what he shared with Val (and trust me that was a train wreck). He’s rough around the edges, short-tempered and isn't always easy to get along with, and he’s incredibly possessive which can be suffocating to deal with at times. This probably stems from him not wanting to actually be alone, He doesn't want you to slip out of his grasp, so he keeps a tight leash on you. But underneath all these flaws, he really does love you and care about you. At the end of the day, He just wants someone that will stay.

[donvampiro]

Hiii!! I wanted to ask if you could please do some more “Jealous?” headcannons (the one with Zoro, Sanji and Nami) with Sabo, Marco and Law?

Thank you so much!!!

hello, Anon!!

hope you're doing well. here are the hc you asked for! i'm so sorry for the super long wait, ngl mental health issues and work have made the last few years a very difficult time. in any case, i hope these hc will meet your expectations 🥺 have a nice day/night! 💕💕

@pure-kirarin get ur sabotonin

part 1! (Nami, Sanji, Zoro) -> here

MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Jealous?' pt.2

(jealous/protective) Sabo, Marco & Law x gn!reader

Sabo

‘Don’t worry (y/n), i’m not a jealous man; i mean, what comes first is your individual freedom. me and my feelings don’t have to interfere in your life.’

HAHAHAHAHA bro. like. for real. – our sweet Sabo is the jealous type. BUT somehow he’s like Zoro, he just can’t help, despite his ‘motto’ which would rest upon giving you space, trusting you because you’re an adult capable of assuming your actions, your behavior and its consequences. Sabo wants you to feel, to be free. etc etc... but that doesn’t prevent him from being jealous. and he knows it lol

he’ll rather be the type to strongly repress his jealousy though. Because our revolutionary with a top hat knows that he too has many social interactions that could make you jealous, and he doesn’t want to make your relationship unfair by preventing you from doing the same. He knows he has no right to monitor your life or anything similar.

Sabo bottling up his jealousy would result in very specific (and rather either cute...or scary. no in-between) facial expressions as well as gestures, betraying his state.

With an upset expression, Sabo watches you talk to this person you just met, and he’s surprised that you’re able to ignore him like that, like, so easily – unless it’s his own imagination? no, it’s not, right? but... you can’t forget him so quickly, right? … right? He watches you chat, trying to keep the courteous smile he likes to display; while giving your interlocutor a severe (to say the least) sidelong look. but now… now, it’s getting too long for him. He moves away a little to slump on the nearest seat, never taking his eyes off you. he frowns slightly and, pouty as he drums his fingers in frustration, he broods over this jealousy that he cannot let be exposed, at the risk of betraying this promise of fairness he made. to compensate, his mind blurts out his bad faith.

‘how the hell can (y/n) find this person interesting? Everything they say is so very commonplace…’

Sabo hates when he’s like this. But he also hates your interlocutor, who makes (him) a definitely (very) bad impression. There’s something wrong with this person. But the blond tries to be reasonable, yes, no doubt that his jealousy distorts his judgment. If you talk to this individual, it's probably because they’re not as horrible as he thinks, right?... yeah, yeah. Pfuh. bitter, Sabo wouldn't go so far as to call this person ‘interesting’ either.

he has so little free time, and when he can spend time with you, you choose someone else. Now looking more sad than angry, Sabo narrows his eyes, then looks up again at that damn disruptive element you’re talking to.

even if he’s the type to know how to keep his cool, Sabo can be quite impulsive when it comes to his s/o. Thus, if at some point he’s really fed up, i don’t think he’d leave, i rather think he could come back to you and your interlocutor quite abruptly, to bring you closer to him, so that you stop ignoring him.

he takes big, determined steps, walking straight towards you and already knowing that he won’t tolerate any concessions. he's here to be with you, and wouldn't let anyone hinder his goals, obstruct his way, or whatever. Sabo’s gait speaks louder than all the explanations existing, and he quickly takes back his place by your side, not failing to give the same acerbic look at whoever seems to present themselves as a rival.

“Who do you think you are for y/n?”, Sabo’s gaze shouts. His own morality asks the same question, but to himself. “Who do i think i am to act this way?”. Sabo will probably hate himself, later, for having stepped in, but for now, he doesn’t care.

if the person touches you; lmao it's over. But there’s an even worse thing, it’s this expression of discomfort which gradually takes place on your face, signaling to the blond that you’re not necessarily completely okay facing this interlocutor starting to get physically comfortable with you. everything connects in Sabo's mind; and he understands that he has probably been blinded by his jealousy. weren't you just, so far, being polite to the person, and not ignoring your favorite revolutionary?

a miffed sigh crosses the barrier of Sabo's lips, who not only regrets his jealousy which, as always, carries him away, in countries where all the judgements are rather wrong;... but he also regrets this impoliteness of your interlocutor – which he is determined to put an end to.

Sabo cocks an accusing eyebrow as he stares with irritation at this decidedly annoying person. He readjusts his gloves, before gently placing his hand on their chest, exerting a slight pressure so as to push this individual away from you.

‘Can’t you see that you make (y/n) uncomfortable? We’d have hoped for a little more insight from you. Anyway… I strongly advise you to leave, before I get angry.’

the blond has moved forward a little, placing himself in front of you without hiding you completely, his first desire remaining to make sure that you enjoy your individual freedom; as he often tells you. to not hinder your movements. to let you express yourself. admittedly. but it should always be so. these are basic freedoms, and Sabo will never let anyone get too comfortable with you at first sight, as if they were getting the upper hand over you by imposing that inappropriate touch… right?

it’s hard to stand up to the piercing gaze of the revolutionary, it contains both the expression of this jealousy repressed until then, but also all the love he has for you, the strength of his convictions, including that of protecting you. to be the gentleman you need, or at least to be there for you. that’s all. that’s good.

Guilt slowly rises though, and Sabo’s a bit annoyed with himself about feeling this kind of latent satisfaction in getting this person out of your way. But it seemed like the best solution, judging by the overall situation and the discomfort it was causing you. Visibly, well-advised is the person, because they don’t really insist, facing the revolutionary with a top hat. They’re not interested in an argument, shrugging as they walk away. Sabo turns to you, and you both look confused. The little moment of guilty satisfaction that had been Sabo's (namely, when he chased away that annoying interlocutor) has soon faded, and now the words seem to be struggling to overcome the barrier of your respective lips.

Shouldn’t he be proud that he spared you the company of someone who made you visibly uncomfortable? … Nope? Why is his heart still so heavy? Sabo frowns and doesn’t know what to say, yet he’s guided to a single gesture – to take you in his arms, to hug you gently. Putting his gloved hand lightly on your hair, Sabo feels so sorry as he tightens his embrace. Feeling that you’re cuddling him back reassures him, and, as you whisper thanks; he offers you his most sincere apologies, before murmuring:

'I love you, (y/n).'

Marco

tbh i sincerely wondered whether Marco was a jealous man or not.

i think that, deep down, everyone has a small part of jealousy in themselves, but that the difference lies in the fact that we manage to control it with more or less ease. From then on, i believe that Marco has “mastered” his jealousy well, like he’s quite at peace with it.

i mean, especially if it's people he knows. Marco observes (from afar) and rationalizes things. Just because you talk to this or that member of the crew (or any other crew, btw), doesn't mean you're necessarily going to abandon him, or that something bad is going to happen to you.

yeah, Marco definitely prefers to be reasonable and to keep reading. You’re free to do whatever you want, he's the one you love anyway. And you’re the one he loves! So his face keeps that peaceful smile that makes you melt.

'Hope you had a nice time chatting with the crew, (y/n).'

actually it might sound confusing for you – does Marco really care about you? He never really seeks your attention (at least not in as flashy a way as his crewmates). He never seems bothered by you talking to other people who might be… well… his… “rivals”? It’s troubling.

but oh, your presence is the only thing that can drag Marco's eyes away from his book. and above all, when this very presence is accompanied by another – unknown – soul.

it takes him a little longer to stifle his slight jealousy, because it’s difficult to fight this discomfort in front of this person who could create turmoil in your relationship, so dear to the phoenix. But Marco tries to stay true to his rule, you know, rationalization, in order to respect your own freedom.

this person here seems so confident and proud of themselves, standing in front of you and showing off as if Marco doesn't exist - while he's sitting right next to you and the relationship between you and him is anything but ambiguous. As a result, Marco doesn’t know if he should “simply” call this rudeness... or a clear provocation towards him from this person. Either way, that's not acceptable. But he still tries to rationalize — there's no point in getting carried away.

however, Marco understands that this interaction needs to end as soon as he notices your reaction: you're not exactly rejecting this person, but you're not accepting them either. The signals are unclear, mixed, a little confused — you look uncomfortable, embarrassed, maybe more, and Marco doesn't like that. Not at all.

your moods, emotions, likes and dislikes — all of this holds no secrets for Marco. As your lover, it's only natural for him to pay attention to you, to get to know you, and Marco strives to do this every day with the precision of a doctor. And today, the symptoms don't bode well, so Marco decides to step in.

'Are you okay?'

the question is simple, the tone is calm, and he means what he says. He checks up on you, makes a diagnosis of the situation. He would then turn to the person and ask them the same thing, but with a very different perspective in terms of meaning.

Marco doesn't need to get angry, threaten, or make a big speech. Just his look can let the person know that it would be in their best interest to avoid making you feel too uncomfortable.

this very person understood it very quickly, and didn't push their luck. Marco watches them leave without any real expression showing on his face, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you back towards him.

his expression is soft and his touch feather light as he rests his gaze on you, offering you a reassuring smile — and you can't help but smile back.

Trafalgar Law

jealousy is a form of affect. Trafalgar Law doesn't want to hear about affect... well, especially if it's jealousy, his jealousy.

might sound weird, but… unlike Marco, tbh i don't know if Law would try to rationalize things, to reassure himself that there's no real insecurity to feel, etc, etc. i rather think that he’d “simply” try not to think about it. What’s the point? It would only stretch thin your link… so… better try to pretend like everything’s fine, right? 🤡

yet you can read jealousy on Law’s face just like in an open book; it's obvious, but our friend with a mushroom hat is always ready to deny it, even if it means being a little curt.

'why would i be jealous? am i supposed to be jealous? i've no reason to be jealous of anything about you. do as you like, (y/n).'

when he defends himself, the word “jealous” is repeated a lot in his sentences, and somehow that’s the way his external speech betrays his deep state, his inner speech. Sometimes Law catches himself thinking that his jealousy isn't something bad, that it actually makes sense, doesn't it? After all, you like each other, and it's okay to feel... “in danger”? when that relationship is put in jeopardy. Moreover, this often motivates Law's desire to protect you, to support you. But… he also finds it unfortunate that it stems from negative affects. Law just wants to be there for you, to protect you, without himself feeling in danger about his place in your heart.

when he feels jealous, Law tends to distance himself, or, quite the contrary, to be slightly clingier than usual with you. Basically, he can either shut himself away and be very quiet, watching your interaction with the person who stirs up his jealousy from a distance (kinda like Sabo); or, on the contrary, he can make his presence felt in the most intense way possible, as if to put pressure on the person in question… and on you.

being more talkative and more attention-seeking than usual, being more irritable,... That would be Trafalgar Law’s (unconscious) way to show you he’s jealous. In fact, Law often realizes his own jealousy afterwards. At the heat of the moment, he just feels pissed off and frustrated, even though he finds it hard to admit it. Overall, what makes Law jealous is people who behave towards you in a way he considers to be inappropriate if they’re not your partner. e.g.: being too flirtatious with you.

Law isn’t the type to confront you to formally forbid you to discuss with someone, however he won’t fail to strongly advise you against hanging out, talking too much etc. with the person who embarrasses him — all of this through lil sentences that actually betray his condition (that you have already noticed for quite a while.)

‘They don’t inspire me with anything safe. I think you should avoid spending too much time with them.’

As said above, Law’s jealousy is no secret to you, it’s as plain as the nose on your face, but it’s often difficult to tackle the subject with him. Don’t tease him too much when it comes to this, he may close like a seashell. But all this embarrassment, which after all results from a form of personal pride; would be quickly put aside if the person (about whom Law already had doubts) comes to clearly bother you.

Coming out of his shell, Law will have no trouble stepping in, kinda abruptly. Maybe he'll grab that person by the collar, maybe not. He positions himself in such a way as to make it clear that nothing bad can happen to you as long as he’s by your side, that you’ll always find support in him. You can always count on him, even if he sometimes seems distant to you.

It’s all in the eyes. A piercing look that is much more full of meaning than words. Law doesn’t want to waste time talking to people who already bother him because they not only take his place, but don’t even take care of it. They’re just annoying you.

Law might sometimes be tempted to use his nodachi. But no doubt it would disappoint you… and that’s out of the question. Somehow it would mean to put himself on the same level as this person who bothers you, this very person who is (at least, in his eyes lol) a walking disappointment.

So Law just chooses to get even closer to them, so he can talk to them calmly… Well, to all appearances :) all of this with some sort of smirk that would actually contain a boiling anger as frustration, and which you’re the only reason why these two components don’t explode.

‘I've already been very lenient to let you talk to (y/n) while you seem so mannerless, so don’t overdo it. Back off and behave better. There will be no other chance.’

After that, depending on what you choose (do you want to leave? do you want to stay with this person who has now been warned by Law?), he’d stay close to you, not imposing himself on your actions, but making himself now much more attentive to the actions of the person — and this for your well-being rather than to his, rather than to this jealousy of which, as we’ve said, he finds it difficult to fully understand. It may not seem like much, but trust me that the person concerned would have understood that they shouldn't mess with you. brrr

In fact, it may seem strange, but I don’t think that Law is generally someone who would be very “fiery” in his jealousy, that is to say the type to violently attack those who make him jealous. i see him more as someone who withdraws, if not sulks; waiting for you to come get him to prove your ‘good faith’ — yes, because those are his terms. In reality, he just wants you to reassure him.

But, no matter what, if someone tries to hurt you, he’ll always be there to protect you! Law is protective of you — whether he’s sulking or not :)

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hiiii can you do the crew and their kinks and some smut please!!

yuhyuhyuhyuh~ I can indeed!!

Curly

-listen. Deep down I think this man is a total freak. So he's got some strange ones. -Innocence/corruption kink. he is so turned on by taking a girl (or boy's) virginity. It makes him feel so... above everyone. He's a bit selfish sometimes. But also, because he really wants to take care of someone and give them a great first introduction to sex. He wants you to get so attached to him, that you'll never leave his side. He wants you all to himself. -Pussy worshipping. (I'm getting all of these from wikipedia btw.) More likely just worshiping in general, but definitely centered around your cunt. Like, he will spend hours licking at your clit and eating you out to get you readily prepared for him. Or, he won't even fuck you. Just solely focusing on your pleasure alone. (although.. will probably stroke himself while he goes down on you.) -Face fucking. Deep down, this man is a total sub for this. Like.. if you're a female, he'll let you ride his face 100 percent. If you're a dude, hey, why not. Use his mouth. He doesn't mind. (aslong as you don't make him deepthroat; he's not so good at that.) -Thigh riding/frottage. HUMP. THIS. MAN. he will gladly let you sit on his thigh while he works and let you go to town. He's so obsessed with feeling you lose yourself on him without needing his cock, fingers, or mouth, just purely using his body to get yourself off. Makes him feel like he's perfect for you. <3

Jimmy -okay.. so like... he's freaky. Outwardly freaky. -Bimbofication. Basically... he wants to fuck you stupid. Literally. He wants you dumb and ditzy, constantly thinking about him and his cock. God forbid you think about someone else; that mind of yours belongs to him and him only. -sadism/masochism. He likes to be hurt, and he likes to hurt. Bite him, scratch him, slap him, all that. He loves it. And he does the same thing to you; he is, in no means, vanilla. He will leave you marked up afterwards. He doesn't think sex is fun if it's not rough; he wants it to be exciting and hot, not lame and boring. -Orgasm denial/control. He loves controlling when and how you can get off. Will often ruin your orgasm just to watch you whine and squirm, begging to come. Believes you shouldn't be able to cum as an act of punishment. Mouthing off to him? You aren't allowed to get off today. -degradation. whoooo boy. He is saying the most vile, nasty shit to you during sex. Calling you a slut for taking it, telling you how pathetic you look sucking him off, all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, he's rough. It's rare to get praise or any sort of affection from him, unless you're doing something really good for him.

-Dacryphillia. likes seeing you cry. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. It kinda ties in with his sadism thing a bit.. He likes the fact that he's making you feel so good you're sobbing in pleasure.

Daisuke (Cis daisuke.. sorry yall :-(

he's a young man. He's kinky as hell. (As a fellow 18 year old I get it.) -Praise. For him, and for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings and little bits of praise in your ear when you're taking him just as much as he loves getting praised. Seriously. If you call him a good boy he's willing to do ANYTHING you want. And I mean anything. Will go dog mode. -Pegging. Oh he LOOOOOVES getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot girl with a nice strap. He's afraid its weird since most girls want a man who's on top, but he wants to be dominated. He wants to be taken care of, and be absolutely wrecked at the same time. So fucking him with your strap is the perfect way to make him feel good. -Oral (both receiving and giving.) His favorite form of sex is definitely oral. Going down on someone makes him feel like he's doing something right and making his partner feel good. He likes to believe he's not too shabby; He's got a good tongue on him, exercised by his endless yapping. He loves receiving it too. Huuuuge fan of deepthroat. He will be perfectly satisfied with you sucking him off and won't want anything else. He's also super noisy; moans, grunts, whines, babbling and all of that good stuff. Your mouth is just so perfect and feels so good, he can't help it. -Cock slapping. He's a little bit of a pain junkie. I think he has a lot of piercings, so he's used to a bit of pain. If you're jerking him off and you slap at his dick, he loves it. Whines like a puppy. He also doesn't mind being slapped on the face, ass, chest.. he just likes slapping a bit. Not too hard, though! He can only handle so much! -Creampie. If you're a girl, you need to keep some plan b's around and get on birth control, because he's cumming inside of you almost constantly. He blames it on the fact that he doesn't like the feeling of condoms, but really he just likes watching his cum leak out of you. Makes him feel like he did a good job. Plus, it makes him feel way closer to you, since there isn't any boundary on him. He can feel everything, and he's addicted to the sensation of his cum shooting into you.

Anya

-mommy kink. hear me out.. hear me out y'all... Anya as a Dommy Mommy. I think she'd be all for it. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with her pregnancy and wanting to be a mother, she just likes it. Like, if y'all are fucking and she hears, the word 'mommy' slip past your lips, she leans into it and refers to herself as your Mommy the rest of the night. And will keep doing it. It gives her a sense of control and power that she normally doesn't get. -Tribbing/scissoring. I think she's a hardcore lesbian girl kisser. Sorry but like.. diva is wearing sandals and a striped shirt, with a wolfcut.. she likes WOMEN. So yeah, she likes bumping clits. Especially in a position where she's on top. I feel like she's a service Dom, kinda like Curly is. She's gonna dominate you but she'll be nice about it. Like, missionary with your legs around her so she gets good access. She's not a rough or fast rubber, she likes it slow and sensual. She wants to feel all of the sensations. -Romantic/passionate. She is a sucker for sweet love making. She wants rose petals, kisses, sweet tender treatment. And she wants to give that to you as well. She wants to take it slow and steady with you, figure out what the both of you like and need from eachother.

Swansea -what the fuck is a kink. IM SORRY. I really wanted to write what he would be into but I just... don't see him being that kinky... I'm sorry Swansea lovers i've failed you.

[allllium]

I really love your fics!!! They’re seriously just 10/10. Could you maybe do something with Jason Todd getting a crush on the new vigilante in town? Or him meeting his childhood best friend after being resurrected (possibly him saving them as Red Hood) and just SIMPING over how much they’ve changed since last time he saw them. Like, his mind just going “minemineminemine” and “Yes, I am now a married man”

Love your work!!! ❤️❤️

Miss You

~ Fluff, WC: 1,119

~ Jason meets you again

Jason had a best friend, before he died that is. Ever since he came back he's felt alone, no one being able to fill the hole left when he lost you. Lost you isn't the right word. He can go to you at any time, replace the friendship he craves to have again, but he won't. Call it pride, call it self-doubt, call it whatever you want but he'll never do anything to fix it. Not unless he has too.

You're walking along a strip of dark buildings. Not a smart choice but definitely the fastest to take after a long night shift. The only thing you want to do is fall into your bed and sleep a whole day away. Living in Gotham means you are no longer surprised or scared by the constant yelling and booming noises. Most of them are made by teenagers doing dumb things with their friends or random people deciding to fight in the streets. They don't last too long considering the millions of vigilanties that are always running around.

But tonight as you walk by multiple allies, on a dark street, near where you know multiple self declared "gangs" hang out, everything is silent. Somewhere else, anywhere else, that'd be a good thing. But right now it gives you the chills. Every step you take feels like it's being watched, no, like it's being analyzed. Like something or someone is trying to memorize every move you make. A gaze you somewhat recognize.

Jason doesn't mean to be a creep. He really doesn't. But he can't look away. After he died he never thought he'd see you again. Everyone told him you stopped showing up to dinners and didn't answer any of their calls. It was hard for him to think of never seeing you again, he didn't know a time in his life when he didn't know you. Now he finds himself sitting on a windowsill on the opposite side of the street, unable to look away from you. You've changed a lot since he last saw you, but somehow you still look exactly the same. Jason has never had a crush on you before. Of course he always wondered what being with you would be like, and he's thought a lot about how amazing it would be to kiss you, not to mention the hundreds of times you've had him blushing like a crazy person. But he's never had a crush. That'd be insane.

You continue walking around as if nothings bothering you. The last thing you want to worry about is someone watching you. It's probably nothing. On the other side of the street you can hear thumping every couple of feet. It doesn't take a genius to know the sound is coming from someone jumping from roof to roof. You look over just in time to see someone land on their feet. It's obviously one of the vigilanties, guessing by their size and stature.

Jason feels his heart almost stop when you look directly at him. He knows you don't know it's him, how could you after all this time and in the dark, but it makes him panic just a little bit. You'd think after everything he's had to deal with he wouldn't freak over such a small thing. It's not until he sees you raise your eyebrows expectantly that he starts making his way off the roof and towards you in the street. He can't believe how much you've changed, how amazing you look.

You watch intently as he comes closer. It only takes a moment before he's standing face to face with you.

"You better have a damn good reason for following me."

He doesn't answer.

"Hello? If you're going be a creep at least explain why."

All you can here is heavy breathing through his mask.

"Okay this is just weird." You begin to walk away but he grabs your arm to stop you. "Did you really just grab me?"

"I'm sorry." You don't recognize his voice but something is pulling at you. You let out an angry breath.

"Are you gonna explain yourself yet?"

"I wasn't trying to be a creep I promise." He starts to defend himself but trails off. "You walked by some bad people earlier and I wanted to make sure you got home safe."

"Mhm. What else?" You cross your arms over your chest, not believing he gave the whole explanation.

He pauses again. For a second you believe he won't answer. "You look good."

"I thought you weren't trying to be a creep, what the fuck?" You take a big step away from the man standing to your front.

"No no no no that's not what I meant." He tries to come closer to you but you take another step back.

"I don't care what you meant, that's weird man."

"Where do you live?"

"Okay I'm leaving now."

"No wait, again not how I meant for that to sound. I just mean I can give you a better explanation when we're not standing in the middle of the street." He rambles.

"Fine, but I expect no more excuses."

You reluctantly show him to way to your house. Now that you've been closer to him you recognize him as Red Hood, a newer vigilantie. He's a good guy, he wouldn't hurt you, right?"

"Here we are." You announce as you step up to unlock your door. Red Hood follows you a little too close.

"It's nice." He says quietly, almost as if he's unsure of his voice.

"Thanks. Now explain." The second the door is shut you demand to know more.

"I'm not really sure how to say this."

"Well you don't really have a choice do you?"

"No I guess not. I've never been able to say no to you." He makes a sound that almost seems like a laugh.

"Never? Do we know each other?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna need more than a single word."

Instead of saying anything he takes off his mask Suddenly every makes sense. Or as much as it can when you're dead best friend is standing in front of you.

"Jason." You smile.

"Hi. This isn't how I wanted to do this."

"No? How did you?" You take a step closer to him.

"Well to be honest I wasn't. I really didn't expect you to know I was there."

"You aren't very quiet." You turn away and take a seat on your couch.

"I should probably work on that." He sits next to you. You look amazing."

"Thank you Jay."

"Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

"I will later. Right now I just want to sit, I've missed you."

"I miss you too."

[heartfullofleeches]

[Angst]

Childhood Best Friends with a small age gap- two or three years, nothing crazy- but it means everything as they age.

It was hard for them to make friends their age when you first met. They liked things that were too "childish" for their peers - things another child who lived not to far away adored. They'd seen each other on the way to school, but they didn't interact frequently due to their difference in grade.

Until that day-

"Whoa...Cool backpack. You like that show too?"

"Thanks... I'm thinking of getting a new one though... Do you want me to ask my parents if you can have it?"

"What?! It looks fine to me... Why are you getting rid of it?"

"My friends called me a baby... I won't be able to go back to class without everyone laughing at me unless I get a better one."

"That's silly!.... It's on right now... Wanna watch it with me?"

The two were inseparable from then on- School hindered the time they had to see each other each morning, but as soon as it let out - both ran to meet with their new best friend. The elder of the pair was often mocked and teased for their choice, but they could hardly care anymore. They had someone who'd stick by their side to the very end - childish fixations and all.

Years went on and they made new friends. It happens. More obstacles began piling up throughout - chipping away at the few hours they scarcely had to begin with. Studying, Hobbies, balancing days between hanging out with other friend groups and the person who once meant the world. They tried to make things works, but nothing went to plan-

"Is it alright if Y/n comes with us tonight?"

"Y/N? Aren't they're too young to see this movie? We shouldn't be responsible if they have night terrors or something.."

"They aren't that young... Are they?"

They never thought about it before. You were so close in age as kids it never hit them that as you grew that little gap drew a bridge between you - and it was easier to let you go than finding an alternative.

"Hey, Dude! Are we still on for this weekend? I can't believe they're making a reboot after all this time!.."

"Are my messages going through? You haven't responded in a while... I saw you outside school yesterday and yelled your name, but....."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Hey."

"You're hanging out with them today? Did you forget about my birthday?...."

"You removed me off your list of friends...We're still friends, right?"

"Let me alone. I'm sick of being your babysitter. Go find friends your own age and stay away from mine."

And that was the end of things.

College cames around and their live became relatively tame. Their thoughts drifted to that childhood friend of theirs every now and again, but between school and partying with the new friends they had made - those memories faded to the back of their mind.

An acquaintance asks them to help show some new faces around the campus. One sticks out to them amongst the crowd. It's you. What do they say to you after all these years? You don't look sad to see them. Nor angry. Intact - you look..

Relieved.

Pulling them aside at the end of the tour, you free yourself from the burden that's weighted down on you since they left you.

"I'm sorry."

"It was never my intention to hold you back. Overtime I realized I was just that annoying kid who clung onto you because I thought you were my first and only friend...When you never felt that way about me. I'm sorry for taking that away from you. If our paths cross again, I promise I won't even look at you."

After being abandoned by your best friend- the person you looked up to most, you matured well beyond your years in hopes that would make you like them again. Overtime, you gave up that goal, but others could see how you've changed.

"Isn't that.... Y/n?.."

"Oh, man- It is! You guys were glued at the hip before we became teens."

"They're..kinda cute... Do you still have their number?"

All this time apart, a feeling long forgotten resurged inside them. The need to protect you. You didn't know these people like they did. You shouldn't be going to parties with them, getting to know and befriend them. They'll only hurt you - worse than they had. They never should have said goodbye to you- They should have allowed the feelings they were so scared to have, but had always been there develop and blossom naturally until you both were adults ready to move on to that stage in your friendship.

They know you best. No matter how much you grow as a person, you're still the same.

"That's a cute Keychain, Y/n!"

"Thanks! I've loved this show since I was a kid!"

They'll prove it to you.

[bohemianrapshawty]

Missed Signals

Dr. Robby had always prided himself on his ability to read people. In the fast-paced world of the ER, it was a skill that had come in handy more times than he could count. But when it came to you, his abilities seemed to fail him completely.

From the moment you started working alongside him, Robby was hooked. It wasn’t just your professionalism or your skill—it was the way you moved with a quiet confidence, how you greeted every patient with warmth, and how you never seemed to lose your calm amidst the chaos. It was your smile, your laugh, the little way you always seemed to hum under your breath when things got really busy.

Robby couldn’t help himself. He’d catch himself watching you, making excuses to be near you, dropping by the nurses’ station just to hear your voice or to see you fidget with the small gold cross around your neck—a gesture you didn’t even seem to notice you did.

And so, like any lovesick fool, he tried to drop subtle hints. So subtle, in fact, that even *he* was surprised at how much he’d been able to hide his feelings behind a cool, professional exterior.

"Hey, Y/N. I’m thinking of checking out that new Italian place down the street. You like pasta, right?" Robby said one day, leaning against the counter casually, hoping for a spark of interest. "It’d be nice to get away from here, you know, after a crazy shift."

You glanced up from the patient chart you were filling out, your eyes bright with the usual warmth. "Oh, I love pasta! But I think tonight’s a little too hectic for me. Maybe next time."

Maybe next time. Robby couldn’t help but smile a little, even though the small sting of disappointment lingered in his chest. He didn’t give up, though. He wasn’t the type to take rejection, or in this case, polite disinterest, lying down.

The next day, he decided to try again. This time, he saw you walking out of the break room with your coffee cup in hand, your usual focus on the next task at hand. Robby leaned against the doorframe, pretending to adjust his coat, giving you his best nonchalant grin.

"So, I was thinking," he said, his voice light and playful, "We’ve got a couple hours off coming up… What do you say we hit that new coffee shop down the street? I’ve heard they make the best espresso in the city."

You paused, your eyes brightening for a moment, and Robby’s heart skipped a beat. He thought for sure this time you were going to say yes. You chewed your lip for a second before responding, and Robby’s hopes soared.

"Sounds amazing," you said with a smile that sent warmth rushing through him. "But, I’m actually on call tonight. So, I’ll probably be tied up here again." You tilted your head apologetically. "Maybe another time?"

There it was again. *Maybe another time*. But Robby couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips, and you noticed. You always noticed everything.

“Hey, Robby,” you said softly, stepping closer with a warm smile that made his heart ache. “You know, I think you're the only one who doesn’t give up on me when I turn down all these invitations.” Your eyes sparkled with amusement, and Robby found himself blushing under your gaze.

He chuckled, trying to cover up his growing nerves with humor. “Well, I’m persistent. And besides, I figure you’ve got to be busy, but eventually, we’ll find a time. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” His voice took on a teasing tone. “Unless you want me to stop offering.”

You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “No, don’t stop offering. I’m just… always working.” Then, in a quieter voice, almost as if you were letting him in on a secret, you added, “I don’t really have time for anything else these days.”

The way you said it made Robby pause. There was something almost wistful in your voice, as though you weren’t just talking about work, but about life in general. And Robby—who had spent the better part of the last few months noticing every little detail about you—wondered if maybe, just maybe, you were feeling the same way he was.

That evening, Robby had another idea. If he couldn’t get you to go out for a meal or coffee, maybe he could do something else that would be a little more subtle, yet just as meaningful.

He found you in the hallway later that night, a stack of patient files in your arms. You were walking quickly, head down, and Robby couldn’t help but notice the way you rubbed your thumb over the little gold cross around your neck—something you did whenever you were stressed, something Robby had quietly observed on countless occasions.

He stepped up beside you, a casual smile on his face. “You’re going to wear yourself out, you know that?”

You glanced up, startled for a moment, before relaxing when you saw it was him. “I’m fine. Just a long shift.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Robby said, his tone gentle. “But you’ve been going nonstop for hours. Maybe you should take a break before you burn out. How about we go get that coffee? You’ve got to be running on empty.”

You blinked, your expression softening for a second. “I… I could use a little break, actually. And I guess I’m always saying no to you. It wouldn’t hurt to take you up on it this time.”

Robby’s heart leaped in his chest. He couldn’t believe it. This was *finally* happening.

“I’ll let you pick the place,” you said with a grin. “But only if you promise to stop offering every time. You might give me a complex.”

Robby laughed, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. “Deal. I’ll even let you choose what we order.”

Later that night, you and Robby found yourselves at the little coffee shop down the street. It was quieter than the hospital, the dim lighting casting a calm glow around the cozy tables. Robby smiled across from you, watching you laugh and relax in a way he’d never seen before. There was something so natural about being with you outside the hospital walls, and as he listened to you talk about everything—your favorite books, your love for traveling, the things you dreamed of doing someday—he realized he’d been waiting for this moment longer than he had admitted.

You took a sip of your drink and leaned back in your chair, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “You know, Robby, I don’t think I’ve ever really taken the time to get to know anyone like this. Life’s just been… too busy.”

Robby couldn’t resist. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but sincere. “Well, I’m glad you’re taking the time now. I’ve been pretty smitten with you for a while. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, Robby thought maybe he had pushed too far. But then, you smiled—genuinely, warmly—and his heart stuttered.

“Robby,” you said softly, “I’ve been noticing you too. I guess I was just waiting for the right moment.”

And just like that, all the subtle hints, all the missed signals between you two, faded away into nothing. It was no longer about trying to get the other person to see what was there. It was about finally realizing what had always been in front of you both.

“Guess it’s a good thing we didn’t give up on each other, huh?” Robby said with a grin, feeling lighter than he had in months.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling. “Guess so.”

And from that moment on, it wasn’t about hints or missed opportunities anymore. It was just you and him, finally seeing each other the way you were always meant to.

[lilolebambi]

sleeping on the job.

personalassistant!chris.

Today was just another busy day. You had to meet up with clients, which you didn't mind because you would rather do anything else than be cooped up in your office... especially with Chris. Your office used to be your safe space, somewhere you didn't mind going even considering the time you had to be there. But now, since you're sharing it with another person, it's... awkward, to say the least.

Chris follows you around like a little puppy unless you give him something to do, which you still haven't gotten used to because you like the way you do things.

Before you left, all you told Chris to was figure out what meetings you had tomorrow. You didn't expect to come back to the boy passed out on his desk. His head rested on documents. "Mh..." He stirs, turning his head towards you.

Chris is... pretty. The freckles that rest a top his nose and spread under his eyes tug on your heart strings. You're usually not able to see them because you're never this close to him and because his glasses block the view.

In the few days you've known him, he's never looked this rested. You lean back, considering letting him continue to sleep. You've noticed the way everytime he steps into the office the circles under his eyes are increasingly darker.

Chris slowly opens his eyes, the light blaring through the glass wall, forcing him to awaken. You lock eyes, and he immediately panics—Hurriedly sitting up and grabbing at his glasses on his desk. "Chris, it's—"

"M-miss, I promise I did everything you wanted me to— I haven't just been sleepin—" You wonder what you're going to have to for him to stop reacting like this whenever you're in the same room. "It's fine," you interrupt. "You looked exhausted earlier." He blinks at your words. "....I didn't mean to fall asleep, I just wanted to take a break after doing on your list."

"....my list?" He nods slowly. "I didn't have anything to do after figuring when your meetings were, so I just did everything on there." He points to the sticky note on the corner of his desk, the sticky note that had the rest of the stuff that you needed to after you finished meeting up with clients. Including responding to emails, making calls, and going to check up on whatever the rest of your employees were doing. "All of this?"

"Mhm, management is doing pretty well now, actually—"

He cleared your schedule for the day. You don't have to do any of the things you were dreading when you got back to the office. "Chris."

"Y-yeah?"

"That was a lot of work... thank you, you did a good job." He flushes, scratching the back of his neck. "O-oh. You're welcome."

You're going to go analyze every email he answered, but it's the thought that counts.

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