#also if you want to try and sway me on your hc’s...

[glitchinginhyperfixis]

buddies in byler, i have come up with another experiment. reblog and put in the tags what your headcanons are for mike and will (not what genders they’re attracted to but where they are on the aro-spectrum and ace-spectrum).

[kira-dofc]

Gojo and Geto x Nerd! Male reader

Notes: Currently experiencing writers' block, so this is js a random hc I made for these two 😔 I live for possessive Gojo and Geto, so I gave you all what I wanted 💖 also ik I said no threesome, but this is an exemption I had nothing to post I'm desperate (Also I live for these two men) 😔

Word Count: I don't know

Warnings: Smut! Threesome, High-school au, double pen, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, double stimulation, overstimulation, smutty smut smut

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It was mid-afternoon, with the golden hues of the setting sun beginning to paint the sky outside. Inside the classroom, the atmosphere was thick with the quiet concentration of students engrossed in their quizzes. You tapped your pencil rhythmically against the desk, your eyes flitting over the questions. Though your mind wandered, you effortlessly penned down the answers, the quiz more a formality than a challenge for someone of your intellect. The questions, simple as a child's puzzle, felt like an exercise in tedium rather than a true test of knowledge.

The soft orange rays filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow that danced across the rows of desks and illuminated the faces of your classmates. The air-conditioning, a gentle whisper against your skin, provided a cool contrast to the warmth of the sunlight. The chill of the conditioned air brushed over your skin, a subtle reminder of the modern comforts that cocooned you in this academic fortress.

You were well-known in the school, not just for your academic prowess, but also for the silent feud with your two sworn enemies, Gojo and Geto. These two were the epitome of what it meant to be popular and untouchable. Their presence was a constant irritant, a source of countless headaches. With their charm and seemingly effortless charisma, they could sway teachers and students alike, getting away with behavior that would land anyone else in detention. It was an infuriating dynamic, made worse by your desire to stand out in a different way, to impress the girl in your class who occupied your thoughts more often than you'd like to admit.

The room was silent, save for the faint scratching of pencils on paper, when suddenly the door swung open with a force that sent a shiver through the classroom. The abrupt interruption shattered the calm, drawing all eyes to the doorway. There stood Gojo, his white hair almost glowing in the afternoon light, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Excuse me, where is Y/n?" he called out, his voice carrying a casual authority that silenced the room.

Every head turned toward you, the air thick with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, the attention unwelcome and uncomfortable. Trying to maintain your composure, you stood and made your way to the front of the room. The teacher gave a curt nod, granting permission for the interruption. You met Gojo's gaze, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Come with me," Gojo said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and began to pull you toward the hallway. "H-hey, what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep pace with him. His grip was firm, and despite your protests, he continued to lead you through the corridors, his expression a mix of seriousness and something unreadable.

The hallway was cooler, the air-conditioning more pronounced here, as Gojo steered you toward the bathrooms. As you rounded the corner, you saw Geto leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed, a lazy smile on his face. The scene felt almost surreal, like stepping into a different world, far removed from the quiet confines of the classroom. The afternoon light, filtered through narrow windows, cast long shadows that added an edge of drama to the encounter.

"What do you want now?" you scoffed, planting your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant gesture. The air was thick with tension, the echoes of your classmates' hushed whispers still lingering in your mind. Gojo, ever the instigator, exchanged a knowing glance with Geto, who stood up straight, a smirk playing on his lips. "Gojo, do it," Geto commanded, his voice calm and almost bored.

Before you could react, Gojo's grip tightened around your wrist, and his other hand quickly muffled any protest you might have voiced. "Don't make this any harder for us and be a good boy for us two, yeah?" he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, sending an unsettling shiver down your spine. The vibration of his words seemed to resonate within you, leaving you no choice but to comply. You followed them into the bathroom, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh, cold glow over the tiled walls and floor.

Geto positioned himself in front of you, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of your face before moving to your hair. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a softness that contrasted starkly with the firm grip Gojo still maintained on you. "Be a good boy, and we won't punish you as much," Geto murmured, his breath warm against your skin, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a jolt of anxiety through you. He then kissed your neck, the sensation both tender and electrifying, before biting down gently, marking you with a small bruise that felt like a brand.

The bathroom stall became a confined world of its own, filled with the sounds of labored breathing and the rustling of clothing. You found yourself straddling Geto, his body beneath you a solid, unyielding presence. Gojo stood before you, his hands deft and experienced as they explored your body, heightening your senses with each touch. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat and arousal, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. They were both thrusting in and out of you, leaving out grunts and whimpers with every thrust. Gojo panted as he played with your dick, twitching every time he touched the tip, slick in precum. He then stroked lazily, seemingly trying to focus on how your hole sucked both Geto's and his dick so good. You moaned, "Gojo...." your hands covering your mouth as you bent your back, resting your head in Geto's shoulders. Your skin rubbing against Geto's make you feel good, too. The way he moans and groans through your skin as it vibrates. The two cocks inside you kept pulsing, making you let out louder moans.

The rhythm of their movements became more intense, your senses flooded with the heat and pressure building within you. Time seemed to stretch, the moments blending together as you lost yourself in the raw physicality of the encounter. Your body trembled with each thrust, your voice rising in pitch as the pleasure mounted, the walls of the bathroom stall echoing your cries.

You three were there for almost 1 hour and 30 minutes, your hole now stretched and burning. Their precum now used as lub as it slid through your wet walls. Your muffled moans turned to echoed ones every time they hit your sweet spot. They soon came inside of you, wetting and knotting your walls as you screathed the back of Gojo. Endless streams of semen flowed through your tired hole as you hugged Gojo tightly. Gojo then let out his cock as it rested to your stomack, painting it white. Geto, on the other hand, stayed inside you after his organs, making your stomach flutter in pleasure. You then heard the two panting as you yourself came. Gojo placing his hand behind your back, and Geto kissing your neck and giving soft bites. Your body aches, everything aches, "You took us so well, baby." Gojo flirted as he huffed in front of you. The bell soon rang, and suddenly, you blacked out after your orgasm.

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Hugging One Piece Men

A/N: i LOVE me some hugs, so you know i just gotta write about it for my current hyperfixation. (hcs below the cut!)

Word Count:660 Warnings: a dangerous amount of fluff like its so sugary sweet it hurts

Luffy:

If you ever find yourself with the urge to hug the Captain of the Straw Hats, just beware.

Because the moment you wrap your arms around him, he will flash that signature smile of his and stretch his arms around your body as many times as possible to give you an even bigger hug.

Luffy will then spin you around (making you slightly dizzy) before setting you down with a kiss to your cheek.

After regaining your balance, he would wrap an arm around your shoulder as he takes you toward the kitchen to go bother Sanji about making him and you a meal to share with each other. :)

Zoro:

Hugging Zoro is rare to say the least.

Like if you try while he's already taking a nap or sitting with the rest of the crew, the most you'll get is a small pat on the arm.

But if the two of you are alone after a long day and you just happen to wrap yourself around his midsection, he'll give you a small smirk before turning round to hold you as close as possible.

He will also pick you up but only to bring you to his hammock so you two can cuddle and nap together!

Sanji:

Already being pretty physically affectionate, Sanji adores your hugs!

If he's chopping veggies in the galley, he will hold you in his arms under the guise of teaching you proper knife usage.

He will also just grab you by the hand to hold you while you both sway around to the sound of the waves gently crashing against the boat.

Mans is down bad for you and is not afraid to show you with an embrace or two.

Usopp:

Usopp is just as- if not more so- lovey and affectionate as Sanji.

If there's ever a moment where his hands are free, you can bet your ass that he's got his arms draped around you with his head resting in the crook of your neck.

Will pull you into his lap while he's working on new gadgets, using needing an extra set of hands as an excuse to keep you for himself for a while.

Usopp just loves to be near you, so your hugs are exactly the thing he needs to get through a day.

Shanks:

oh our beloved Red Haired Shanks here is the KING of hugs! Even with one arm, he is simply the best.

Any chance he gets, he's running over to scoop you up and litter kisses all over your face.

Yes, the others in the crew will give you shit if you act all cutesy around them but he can't find the time to be bothered when you're right there in his embrace.

He would gladly give up all his treasure if it meant he could always feel your arms held around him.

Buggy:

Buggy is a very good candidate for a hugging partner and not surprisingly, his chop chop abilities even add to the experience!

Aside from just being able to give you a good squeeze, he is just sooooooo warm! Even without his jacket, he's like a human furnace.

This makes for optimal cuddling conditions during a cold night at sea after an arduous day of performing in the big top.

Don't let his exuberant public personality fool you, Buggy is a giant teddy bear when he's alone with you.

Mihawk:

Ever the stoic one, Mihawk would never outwardly show how he feels about you holding onto him.

But on the inside, he is so happy when you decide that you want to cling to him. It makes him feel the overwhelming need to protect you, even if you are capable of doing so yourself.

Having you close like this just makes his job easier, especially with the added bonus of you nuzzling into his side.

And if you're lucky enough, you'll have the pleasure of catching Dracule's eyes gazing fondly at you as you give him a sweet smile.

[cerise-on-top]

Hugging HCs

TF141, los Vaqueros, Valeria, Graves, Alex, Farah, Laswell and Nikolai and what I imagine they hug like. It's just pure fluff, I'm not sure it needs and TWs. If it does, please just tell me, though, I'm more than happy to add them.

Price: People have said it before, but he gives dad hugs. They’re not overly long usually, unless you’re feeling down. Has a habit of rubbing and/or patting your back. While they may be somewhat tight, he does loosen up a bit when he hears the air leaving your lungs. If you’re particularly close, like his significant other, he might sway a bit. He’s fairly warm too. Not straight up a human furnace, but definitely warm enough to warm you up a bit. When he lets go, he usually holds you by your shoulders or arms for another second or two, giving you a smile, before ultimately letting you go.

Gaz: When it comes to hugs he’s a bit more on the gentle side. He could knock the air out of your lungs too, if he wanted to, but he usually doesn’t. It’s not too uncommon to receive one from him, especially if you’re good friends, there’s no shame in it to him, sometimes all you need is some comfort. If it’s a hug just so, there’s a chance he’s gonna talk a bit, asking you if you’re alright at first before joking around a bit. He’ll try to bury his face in your shoulder, even if he has to lean down a bit for it. Gaz might not be the warmest person to hug but he’ll give you one whenever you ask. Sometimes you don’t even need to ask for it, his intuition is pretty good, so he can usually tell when you need one.

Ghost: His hugs are special in that they are very rare. If you really want one from him you’ll have to be very close. However, due to his stature, it’s likely that he is taller than you are. Either way, he won’t really lean down, but he will put a hand on the back of your head. Duration wise, they’re usually a bit on the longer side, if he gives them out on his own. Ghost will only really do so once you’re down in the dumps and he knows physical affection helps with comforting you. Doesn’t really talk, he hopes that he can, if nothing else, make you feel safe and calm you down. He is warm, almost like a furnace.

Soap: If you’re hugging for celebratory reasons or as a greeting, he will try to squeeze you as much as he can. It is on purpose, he wants to show you how strong he is. However, Soap will be more gentle if you ask him to, he doesn’t want to break your ribs. If you’re in need of a comforting hug, he will tone it down greatly. He is more inclined towards side hugs, but won’t shy away from a proper one either. Like Gaz’, his intuition is pretty good, so you usually won’t need to ask for a hug, he’ll just give it to you. Also a talker, unless he’s tired, in which case he’ll talk fairly little. Runs the hottest out of the TF141, making him a wonderful substitute for a heater during winter.

Alejandro: Open to hugs, but maybe more so in private than in public, unless tragedy has struck and he’s just glad you’re alive. If you’re shorter than him he will put a hand to the back of your head and pull you towards his shoulder, if you’re taller than him he will rest his head against yours, maybe burying his face in the crook of your neck. He usually goes quiet when hugging you, simply wanting to feel your warmth. He hugs a bit longer than usual, he does enjoy the physical closeness with his loved ones. Somewhat warm, somewhat tight hugs, latter does sort of depend on how tired he is. When more tired, his hugs will be a bit more loose.

Rodolfo: Loves hugs, is afraid to ask for them, however. Him and Alejandro do hug occasionally, but it isn’t always enough to satisfy his need for them. He’s usually rather gentle when it comes to hugs, regardless of whether or not you’re taller and stronger than him. He doesn’t need to prove anything, he just wants to make you feel better. Does talk, but just a bit. Whenever you hug him he’ll be concerned as hugs, to him, are usually something you ask for when you need comfort, and ask you if you’re alright and what he can do for you. He rarely initiates hugs, regardless of how much he needs one. Warmer than Alejandro, but his hugs aren’t as long.

Valeria: Good luck receiving one. Rarely gives them out, doesn’t feel too much sentiment for them either. Absolutely none in public, it’s a maybe in private. If she’s a bit tired she’s more inclined to say yes, but if she’s too tired she might be a bit hypervigilant. It takes her a great amount of trust to let anyone closer to her than she needs to. If you ask for one and you’re very close, she will mock you a bit, but will wrap her arms around you regardless of how you reply, whether you quip back or look like a kicked puppy. Running a cartel is rather tiring, so she might close her eyes for a bit, making the hug last just a bit longer. She needs some rest, but she doesn’t want to admit it. Her hugs are not very tight because she usually hugs you when tired, but don’t be fooled, she could absolutely crush you. About average warmth.

Graves: Very physically affectionate, actually. When you’re close enough he has no qualms whatsoever about pulling you into a hug. Greeting, celebratory, comfort, anything goes. If you’re not sad he’ll give you a smug grin. Some hugs will be tighter than others, he needs to show you just how strong he is, how well he could protect you if it came down to it. He’s a commander, so naturally he does so. Gives you lots and lots of praise when he does hold you. Whenever he needs a hug he’ll play it off as you seeming like you needed one, won’t even admit to himself that sometimes it’s just nice to be held. Even if you are taller than him, he will always try to be the bigger person and make you a bit smaller. He’s just prideful like that. A little bit colder than average, but not by much.

Alex: If he really likes you then he’s more than happy to give you a hug, but he also really like receiving them. Will lean down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, even if you’re quite a bit shorter than him. Not above outright asking you for one either. If he knows he has no danger to fear he will close his eyes every single time. While hugs do make him the slightest bit giddy, he tries to hide it. If he actually tried just the tiniest bit harder he could succeed, but he doesn’t really want to either. It’s sort of cute how happy they make him. If you’re on the shorter side he will be more gentle than if you were taller, but it’s all subconscious. Either way he’s far from crushing you. Hugs often and for as long as he can. Only a bit warmer than average, but his gentle enthusiasm makes up for it.

Farah: Does want hugs from time to time, but pushes that wish down. She’s a commander, she doesn’t have time for that. Is willing to give hugs to the people closest to her, though. Not very often, but she’ll do it. Comforting you that way makes her feel strong, especially when she can tuck your head under her chin. If you’re scared, she’ll hum a small melody to you, even if she doesn’t remember where she knows it from. The duration is entirely dependent on how much time she has, whether or not you’re interrupted, but she, without fail, will give you comforting words. Will cradle your face in her hands afterwards if she can. While there’s a chance she might obstruct your attempts at giving her a hug, she might accept if she’s feeling especially down. Yes, she’s used to working under extreme pressure, but she needs it too. Please reassure her that she, too, deserves a hug, it means a lot to her. Her hugs are fairly tight, she is afraid of losing you. Pretty warm, too.

Laswell: Doesn’t give them out very often, but she doesn’t mind either. Again, you need to be close to her. Anyone is an open book to her, she can read people just that well because of her occupation. If you need a hug, she’ll know immediately. She doesn’t hug for too long, but she makes sure you’re feeling better by the end of it. Solution oriented, she’ll ask you what’s wrong and already try to come up with everything she can do to help. If it’s just consolation you need, I can assure you that she’s one of the best people you can go to, she’s very good with words. Stern, yes, but she means well. She may be neutral to hugs, but she will respect if you do like them and give you some from time to time. Does love the feeling of you relaxing against her. Her hugs aren’t too tight, and she isn’t too warm, about average, but the timing is impeccable.

Nikolai: Down for any kind of hug, in all honesty. Ask and ye shall receive. Is very open to them, kind of likes them as well. It’s a nice change of pace for once, something gentle and warm, it’s different from what you can usually expect in Russia. The duration is variable, it’s really up to you. Hell, if there’s nowhere he needs to be you can hug it out for hours as well. Long hugs like that are reserved for private only, but shorter ones are a-okay for public. He’s confident enough that he can protect you. Besides, who would take it up with the leader of Chimera anyway? Like Price, he’ll rub your back, holding you fairly tight. Nikolai is also rather warm, not on the same level as Soap, but it gets fairly close. Fairly talkative, he’s willing to have a full conversation while you’re in each other’s arms

[nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun]

Ace Boyfriend HC 2.0

A/N: Since the SFW one did well this is a NFSW one quite long and self indulgent but enjoy all my lovelies I was literally kicking screaming and throwing my laptop writing this <3

Characters: Ace x Fem!reader mentions of smexy time and all that good stuff also minors do not interact! enjoy ;3

NSFW HC:

His favorite position is definitely cow girl, he likes it when you ride him chasing your own pleasure, he also just really likes the view :)

He has a praising kink for sure whether its giving or receiving if you call him a good boy while he's eating you out he'll be cumming in his boxers lapping at your folds hungrily wanting to hear your praises again.

If he's giving praises he'll spout the most prettiest words into your ear while railing your brains out "Mmm...such a pretty little thing taking me so well~"

He has this thing where he likes it when your wearing his hat while sucking him off, he'll push it off your head and let it dangle on your back while the string stays around your neck its a possessive kinda thing because you do belong to him and only him cue yandere golden retriever Ace

Marco and/or Thatch has definitely waked in on you two more than once and they were both severely traumatized from the image of Ace having you bent over his desk balls deep in you, no one talked to anyone for a long time.

He likes using his devil fruit to his advantage his palms warming up just to the right temper as he runs it over your body making you squirm and writhe beneath him or his fingers being deep inside of your cunt and he'll heat them up just a bit eliciting a gasp and shiver from you as you quickly cream all over his digits "aw look doll, you made a mess all over my fingers~"

He is horny 24/7 he can control himself sometimes keyword:sometimes even when you do little things like bend over to pick up something you dropped, or the way your hips sway while you walk in your little bikini he has a tent in his shorts and the next thing you know your in the storage closet trying to keep quiet as he brutally thrusts into you without stopping, yea he's definitely blaming you for his boner "this is your fault for being such a tease" he says with furrowed brows and a pout, even though you weren't even doing anything to tease him 🧍

Marco and Thatch have noticed how often Ace has claw marks and scratches running down his back and one time they commented on it Ace answered with "Y/N got a little too excited" and they never said anything ever again.

this man is the king of Hickeys he'll leave trails of them everywhere and anywhere he can which makes you flustered as you angrily dab foundation on the redish purple marking littering your poor neck "Heh your spotted now- OW!" you end up throwing your shoe at him <3

I hope yall enjoyed this NSFW HC but Thanks for reading reposts/reblogs are welcome just credit me! <3

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh my god, I love that so much. Tim's heart beat was only for Kon, so when Kon went away so did his heart beat. It's still gone because Tim hasn't even come *close* to recovering from Kon and Bart and Steph's deaths, even if all three of them are back they still deeply effect him. Also Tim being the heart of the team so so <3 to me.

Tim 100% will use this incident against not just Bruce, but the entire family. Dick suggests he cuts back on the caffeine and Tim replies, "the only time I do is when I'm Relaxing on a trip and last time I went on a trip you nearly killed Ivy because you were to stressed to think straight." and when Jason comments he should take a rest, Tim says, "I only rest on trains but last time I got on one, you nearly made another duffel bag of heads."

Turning back time a bit though, can you imagine when they get to the train car that Tim is on, expecting it to be some grand show down with all of them in costume? And then they hear... music? coming from the train car that the tracker says Tim is in?? They all swing into the car while Tim's back is to them, yelling along to Shakira and when he turns around it's literally, "WHENEVER, WHEREVER, WE'RE MEANT TO- AAAAAAAAA" And he jumps a solid foot in the air while chucking his MP3 at the closest Bat, Bruce, and hitting them square in the forehead with it. Tim is death glaring them as he says, "what the fuck are you doing here, I'm on vacation. I'll be home tomorrow, what the *fuck* is so important that you tracked me down on my day off???"

Yes! Exactly. There's so much angst to be explored with Tim's missing heartbeat, how that reflects his current mindset/relationships with people, and how that affects Kon. I like to hc that Kon listens to various YJ members' heartbeats as a calming measure and reassurance. His inability to hear Tim's causes him stress and heartbreak (your choice on whether that's platonic or not).

Tim is a chaos gremlin who uses guilt tripping (in lighthearted measures) with a vicious lack of mercy. It only works half the time on his family members anyways and is a healthier form of airing out grievances (than trying to attack anyone).

Tim most definitely is swaying and dancing to the music when the Bats find him. He refuses to be embarrassed by this. If they want to make fun of him for dancing and singing alone on a train, they can suck it.

Tim: "What the fuck is so important that you tracked me down on my day off??? The world better be ending."

Bruce: "Tim... you weren't answering your phone and no one knew where you were."

Tim: "I'm on my vacation like always? You know this!"

Bruce: "No. No we didn't."

Tim: ".... Is this another case of me assuming you know about something that's been happening for years?"

Bruce: *nods with pursed lips*

Tim: *sighs heavily*

Jason: "Wait.... your vacation is riding cargo carts for days?"

Tim: *points a finger at Jason* "I don't want to hear judgment from you, Mr. Red Helmet."

Also, the reveal of them finding out why he developed this de-stress mechanism is going to be great. Just Tim refusing to make eye contact as he tries to nonchalantly explain being abandoned in another state/city and having to make his way home before he was even a teenager. Then he turned this very messed up form of neglect into a semi healthy form of decompression due to the same incident happening more than once to Tim.

The Bats obvious go fucking ballistic

[sminiac]

WAIT SORRY FOR BUGGING SM 😭😭 but i reread ur post abt who u write for and im a p1ece 🫡🫡🫡 sooo,, same question as the bnd one,, i would love some hcs for piwon too 🤲🏾🤲🏾🤲🏾

- lunicho

💌 — Bunny please you’re literally not bugging me at all, I love seeing you in my notifs, GOTCHU ALWAYS!!

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ Y. Keeho

There’s this one clip of him from a live that I can’t stop thinking about, basically someone in the chat said something that bugged him a little and he wasn’t scared to be like “Yeah… no.” But he was also so gentle about it afterwards? Like he made his disagreement with them graspable but it wasn’t petty, idk, making me think of Possesive!Keeho and him dragging you back to the dorms, the two of you having left before the event was fully over because he couldn’t stand seeing so many people try to pursue more than just an innocent friendship with his girlfriend, right in front of him. His agitation warping his perception of the situation and being so quick to think that you’re entertaining them.. when really you’re trying to sway the conversation away from the uncomfortable lack of decorum, so he’s dragging you home, his jaw so tight that you swear you can see a vein pushing through the skin of his forehead. Being unable to wait until he’s got you in his bed, taking you right by the front door, struggling to keep yourself up with only the handle and flat wall behind you. His annoyance makes the things he has to say come easily, probably says some shit like “Wish it was him fucking you like this? Funny you think someone could ever fill you up the way I can? Look at you, can barely even speak.”… Lol… afterwards he’s so gentle and sweet with you during aftercare, but he’ll take the time to pull you into his chest, gently rubbing at any sore muscles in your body whilst explaining in detail why he reacted the way he did, what you should do the next time something like that happens, what he should do better. I’m okay :,)

⋆ C. Taeyang

Sub!Theo, just- ….Sub!Theo. Although when he’s feeling a little more assertive he’s so relentless when teasing you, wants you whining, begging for him to please you. Has the prettiest smile on his face as the head of his cock presses into you, but he has enough self control to not slam his length all the way inside of you, merely drags himself through your folds, enjoying the sticky mess you make, so warm and alluring. Think he’d be the type to get lost in the pleasure though, would completely forget about being inside of you as his pace speeds up, now slipping the whole of his cock against your pussy, his pretty fingers placed on top of him so there’s some pressure stimulating the both of you. Becomes a little embarrassed that only the act of fucking himself against you has him cumming, his chest straining as soft, jumbled moans spill from his lips in tandem with the sticky white fluid beading from his slit and getting all over your inner thighs. That’s when you’ve decided he’s had his fun having his way with you, I think he’d become so fucked out so quickly with you, gets ahead of himself a lot of the time and tries to be strict with you, bullying you with his cock into submission but then he’s so quickly overcome by the pleasure that his handle on the facade starts slipping and then he’s the one whimpering, begging for you to fuck him, take care of him, make him a mess.

⋆ C. Jiung

Jiung definitely has the ability to switch between sub and dom, another person I’d say 50/50 with. But c’mon, Dom!Jiung? I’m weeeaaak. I think about that clip from the radio show with Keeho when they’re talking about how they’d handle their ‘gf’ dancing with another man at a party quite often, he’s so not the type to be confrontational about something he’s not okay with, but instead he’d be more reserved, he’s got a good levelled head on his shoulders, but he’d definitely want to be shown that you only care about him. “Show me how much you love me.. please? Jus’ wanna fuck your mouth.” I’M NOT OKAY. Being on your knees for him backstage, cock heavy in your tongue as he slouches against the wall with his hand fisting at the hem of his shirt, enough of the material bunched up between his fingers so that you can see the butterfly tattoo that lives near his hipbone. He’d definitely make the prettiest sounds ever, isn’t afraid to be moaning in your ear like a slut even when he’s the one in charge, always, aaalways has to let you know how good you’re making him feel.

⋆ H. Intak

A being called ‘Daddy’ enjoyer, but I think we know this? That and his name, isn’t afraid to ask of you to “Say my name, god- please baby say m’name, the way I like it.” He’s sick. I’M SICK, GRAVELY ILL. I think he’d have a thing for restraining you, tying you up all pretty just so he can fuck you until he’s shooting blanks. That and sleepy sex, definitely likes starting most of his mornings off with pulling you into him and slipping your panties and whatever else you have on to the side just so he can bury himself in you, slow, self indulgent thrusts, doesn’t pull all the way out because he can’t bare to not be so close to you. Requests of you to wear specific bottoms that have a thin, stretchy material just so he can get his cock inside of you faster, easier. His hands. Has a thing for rubbing your tummy, and it would be such a warm, comforting feeling, his touch slowly pulling you back under your sleepy lidded eyes as he grinds into you from behind. I also think that he wouldn’t be shy about pda with you, likes having his hands on you, his arms, his eyes, his lips. Just wants to show you off, that you’re his, that he’s allowed to touch you in so many ways that nobody else ever could.

ᰔ sminiac’s P1Harmony M.list

[arminsumi]

Eren not caring about how clingy he's being in public; hugging you from behind while you shop, kissing your hand while you're busy reading packaging and hholding on to or touching you in some way while eating

Also I hope you sleep well at night, with all your beautiful work, you more than deserve it<3

YOU'RE SO SWEET ty!! 😭💗

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CLINGY

Hcs | Eren

⚠️Cws; FLUFF, clinginess

Notes; gn!reader x bf!Eren, modern au

░ 🍒 Eren doesn't care if he draws people's attention in public. He vines his arms around you and holds you tight tight. Past his intimidating front, he's really just a big warm teddy bear who wants constant snuggles. And he wants to hold you now, not later. You can't make him wait.

░ 🍒 He ain't just gonna give you one kiss in public, he's gonna give you a dozen.

░ 🍒 Hugs you from behind and plants tender kisses on your neck, sometimes he sways with you. "Eren, I'm trying to read." You giggle, your eyes focusing on the packaging.

░ 🍒 It doesn't matter if you're standing in the deli aisle or if you're checking out at the cashier; Eren keeps his hands on you one way or another.

░ 🍒 At the cafe, he paws at the hem of your shirt and pulls you closer when he's needy for kisses. "Kiss me, baby, please." he begs. If you give him just a peck, he'll pout and say: "Nuh-uh, I want a proper kiss."

░ 🍒 Eren will give you a big MWA on your cheek when you're busy forking down a plate of food. It makes you giggle through a mouthful. "Gimme a bite." He asks, opening his mouth expectantly. He tastes your food, thinks for a bit, and says, "Hm, it's good, but you taste better."

░ 🍒 He will keep a hand on your waist at parties. He's just making sure that you don't go anywhere. Eren's a very protective and possessive lover.

░ 🍒 LOVES hugging and spooning with you in bed. He wants to keep as physically close as possible to you. Loves feeling your warmth; it puts him to sleep like a baby. Often nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

░ 🍒 He waits until you wake up next to him so you can disentangle his bed hair. He happily lays on your chest and listens to your heartbeat while you do it.

░ 🍒 Eren does NOT let you leave bed in the mornings. Expect to be late for work/school 🤭

[starrayblogs]

I would love e to request Wukong and Reader's first kiss (I've always headcannoned Wukong as being new to love and awkward on that department lol)

aww yea, a prompt about my favorite boy!

this is so fun, i kinda agree with you on that hc because honestly– he was too busy on the journey to even indulge in that And then he's busy again trying to keep his successor form repeating his mistakes

so, i hope you enjoy this short oneshot on a first kiss with wukong! likes and reblogs are always appreciated :3

pairing: lmk sun wukong x reader (gender neutral)

will include: fluff

You and Wukong were in Flower Fruit Mountain on New Year's Eve.

After the hectic events of what happened with Spider Queen, Wukong offered to spend time at his place once he found the opportunity to sneak away MK's friends. After a while of being awed at, their attention was brought to DBK. That's when you and the Monkey King made your great escape.

"The skies in the mortal realm are always so dynamic. One minute they're just a plain regular blue, the next they're littered with colors." Wukong says as he takes a seat next to you on the ledge of some part in the mountain.

You chuckle and open the basket you asked Wukong to drop past by before leaving the city. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of skies in your time, Wukong." You poke at him before pulling out a piece of mochi and popping it in your mouth.

"Perks of being immortal, yes," he sways his head, "but it's the first sky I'm sharing with you." He follows up quietly and catches you off guard with his words.

You turn to look at him, and there's a slight tint on his cheeks. Sure, you were also flustered, but you smile nonetheless. You finished the piece of food in your mouth and chuckle nervously.

"Can't be that special." You shrug your shoulders.

"Nope!" He pops the 'p' while he shuffles closer beside you. He leans in with a grin and your cheeks can't help but get hotter with the closing distance. "It's very special." He says softly.

The genuineness in his voice relaxes your body and you lean into him as well. "I'm honored, Wukong." You tell him gently, placing your hand on top of his.

You two stay in that position for a while until you think to pull away but Wukong closes his eyes and purses his lips. You're confused for a moment and then a thought pops into your head, which you think to ask first instead of reciprocating the monkey.

"Wukong, is this your first time kissing someone?" You ask, trying to bite back a giggle.

His eyes shoot open, his tail stands straight up, and his entire face goes red to the point it reaches his ears. "What!" He exclaims, leaning slightly away from your face. "O-Of course, not! I'm the Monkey King, I have experiences that go way back! I-In fact-"

He stammers up a story, but you can feel his hand shaking underneath yours. You giggle and your head dips for a while.

When you look up, you stop laughing as your eyebrows slightly raise in surprise. Wukong was frowning and looking away from you. You sigh and shuffle into a different sitting position, where you could face him. You grab his hands and interlock it with yours as you inhale deeply.

"Sorry, that was really rude of me." You start, fiddling your thumb on his. "I just thought to ask because," you pause as you feel your cheeks flush again. "you would be my first kiss... too." You confess, glancing away so he wouldn't see your reaction.

He doesn't reply for a while until he says, "hey." He unlocks one hand to bring it to your cheek, guiding back your eyes to him. Once your eyes meet, his shoulders slack and his tail sways behind him. "There's no harm in trying." He says, caressing his thumb on your cheek.

You two lean in closer to each other. You hum, nodding your head slowly. You think for a second before softly asking, "can we try?"

"A king kissing his spouse before marriage?" He chuckles, and you quirk a brow. He chuckles. "Y-Yeah, yeah... I want to try."

You two share a smile. You lower your gaze to his lips first and tilt your head, slowly leaning in. He does the same.

Your lips connect and you both feel the pressure of each other's lips against your own. It felt nice. It felt warm and reassuring. You two pull away after a few seconds, both with widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

Wukong was the first to speak up. "Can we do that again?" He asks, his tail rapidly swaying behind him.

You nod your head and let out a squeak when he pulls you in for another kiss by his hand on your jawline. You smile and giggle into the kiss a little before kissing him back.

Your grip with his other hand tightens as the two you find each other through the kiss. Feeling the way it makes your chests warm and full of care, feeling the way it makes your hearts pound with excitement.

It's your first kiss with Sun Wukong, and his with yours. It's not perfect, but it's beautiful.

So, you kiss him again.

[karasuno-writings]

Hallo from your neighbourhood lurker I have but a simple request for our lovely bois and I can’t get it out of my head so I decided to put it into yours dear author,

I would like headconnons of them sleeping, let me elaborate I want sleeping hcs like what would it be like to sleep next to them and so on

What would be your nightly routine with them, I would like to request for these hcs for the following bois, iwa, bokuto and tendo

TLTR: sleeping hcs with Iwa, Bokuto and Tendo

Thank you for reading

Have a good day/night

From your local neighbourhood lurker 



SLEEPING IN - IWAIZUMI, TENDOU AND BOKUTO

Hello friendly neighborhood lurker jejeje; I LOVED this request so much, I adore joint night routines and there is something so lovely about waking up on a lazy day next to your loved one, thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it!!

I’m also so terribly sorry for the delay! Last week was busier than expected and coincidentally I’ve been tired out of my mind due to lack of sleep jejej

I recommend you listen to “Sunday morning” by Maroon 5 because a lazy morning with these boys would definitely sound like that!

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

Iwaizumi is very disciplined and his daily routines are no exception, and once you come into the picture you made his nights way better, he always looks forward to spending the last hours of his day with you

After a long day at the gym coming home to you and to your home gives him immense comfort. The first thing the two of you do is cook dinner; he is a surprisingly ok cook, and just having the two of you in the kitchen with music in the background is pure bliss. 

He loves to just hug you from behind, swaying, while you tell him about your day. Hidden in the crook of your neck you only feel him hum to make you know he is listening, planting soft kisses every once in a  while.

He likes to shower after dinner, and you are always welcome to join him if you feel like it, specially if you are going to help him wash his hair (He always helps you wash yours)

He does have a skin-care routine, and if you do too he likes to have the two of you together in the bathroom, music still in the background, while he shaves and washes his face (He WILL do facemasks if you ask, also his aftershave smells so good, kinda like soft wood and rain)

He likes to sleep as early as possible. He gets super sleepy after 10 o'clock and will start just laying his head on your shoulder and walking slowly behind you until you go to bed. If you take too long he will just lift you up bridal style and tuck you in. 

He likes to watch stuff before going to bed, especially if you’ve been watching a show or movie together; HOWEVER do not be surprised if he falls asleep just sitting down. If you nudge him he will make himself comfortable and wrap his arms around you and you can either join him or keep watching, he does not mind as long as he can cuddle you 

If he sees you falling asleep before him he will pause whatever you are watching get you comfortable and just play with your hair, running his hands up and down your as he falls asleep

He gives the best cuddles ever, the only downside is that he is a human heater so if there is a particularly hot month be prepared to sweat 

He does not budge a bit in the night, and he has a deep sleep, so if you move dont worry about him, however good luck trying to stand up if you need to pee because he pulls you right back in as he sleeps soundly 

His favorite position to sleep is when you rest your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him while he wraps his arms around you, kind of like a half spoon, he feels so safe holding you. If you get tired in the middle of the night he likes to be the big spoon, he is contempt with having a lazy arm around you

If there is work to do he is an early riser, he gives you a kiss on the forehead and makes you both either coffee or tea while you shake off your own sleepiness. If you got stuff to do and you refuse to wake up he starts by nudging you, until he  gives up and starts hitting you with pillows. He loves the angry look on your face while you scold him for being rude, hoping a kiss on the cheek makes up for the trouble

HOWEVER, if there is no rush he loves to spend a lazy morning. He still wakes up early, he cannot help it, but he takes his time basking in your sunlit sleepy face, tracing your body with featherlight fingers while he waits for you to wake up; he can stare at you for hours

He loves taking you to eat breakfast outside on lazy days, using it as an excuse to take a morning stroll on the closest park while you chat and drink coffee

TENDOU SATORI

Tendou is more of an “on-the-go” guy, he does not have a set sleeping routine, still, there is stuff he likes to get done at night 

He does not particularly like cooking, as opposed to baking, so either you are eating leftovers, takeout or he is baking some kind of either sweet or savory pastry for the two of you, depending on his mood on that particular night and how much you beg for him to make you your favorite treat. 

He loves to blast love songs while baking so if the pastry is in the oven he will karaoke with you while he spins and guides you to the beat. GIve him kisses while the two of you dance and he will melt. 

He does not have a face routine but he does wash his face, he has a set of soap and lotion, nothing too fancy. However he is a big fan of you giving both of you facemasks while you watch something on the tv and talk about the day that just passed. 

He suffers from insomnia so he usually sleeps pretty late, he hates just tossing and turning around in bed so if you want to go to sleep he will bring some manga, or watch a youtube video. He sometimes feels like he is bothering you with the dim light of his phone so he tries to use it as little as possible.

Due to that, he is a chatter bug; it can be 3 o’ clock in the morning and you will hear him shuffle to face you before asking either the deepest stuff or just a variant of “What type of pizza do you think I would be?”

If you don’t answer because you are asleep he monologues his ideas or talking about the latest manga he read while playing with your hair and staring at your sleepy face, he thinks you look the most adorable when asleep.

He adores being the little spoon, there is something so comforting to him about being held, so he loves the feeling of your arms around him and your sleepy breath on his neck 

Moves little in the night but he is a light sleeper and will wake up briefly if you move, but he does not mind much; uses it as an excuse to snuggle closer

Tendou is not particularly a morning person, but if he wakes up accidentally he has a hard time falling asleep again. Still, since sleeping next to you he finds it easier to soothe himself to sleep, so he’ll just nudge you and go “You hug  me”, while grabbing your arms and tucking himself between them. if you comply he is the happiest and just hums a little to help him fall asleep once more

Likes to shower in the mornings because it helps him wake up fully and feel fresh, even if you are in a hurry, the second you step inside the shower he forgets so he takes his time just talking to you about what he dreamt.

He likes lazy mornings because he takes his time to fall asleep as many times as need be. He likes the morning haze and just seeing your sleepy face, as he gets closer to you, your warmth enveloping him to soothe him back to sleep, he will wake up whenever you want, which means that it can be 1 o’ clock and the two of you are still entangled in bed, talking softly or maybe watching something on the tv, not caring about anything in the world. 

He is also a big napping enthusiast and his favorite naps are with you. He gets super sleepy due to his messed sleep schedule so just getting to nap with you or even next to you while you do something else really calms him down. 

BOKUTO KOTAROU 

He walks in after a long day of work and most of the time he just goes “Come on Y/N let’s go on an adventure!”, which is a fun way of naming your dates whether it is going to the movie theater, for dinner, or just to the park. 

Bokuto loves to go out at night so most of the time dinner and a stroll through the city is the plan, either that or drive-throughs and blasting music while you park the car nearby in order to eat and talk.

If you don’t feel like going out it’s okay! You can either order food or eat some trustworthy cereal or fruit while he asks you all about your day. Please, ask about his day too, he loves to feel like you want to listen to him, and he always has fun anecdotes, you will not regret it.

He takes aaaaaages showering, it is his own personal concert, he has aromatic candles, dim lights and a speaker set; you can hear him sing loud and proud, and he bases his playlist on the mood of the day.

If you join him in the shower he will either perform most of the songs for your amusement or make you duet with him, he appreciates it if you wash his hair while he sings, and will totally return the favor 

After the shower his energy levels fall and he is more cuddly, hugging you from behind while you wash your face and finish your own routine

He does not have a set face wash routine but will not complain if you offer to wash his face or otherwise. He will be humming with his eyes closed while you do so (there is always accidental ingestion of beauty products secondary to him not being able to shut up for more than 3 minutes)

He does not mind whether he sleeps late or early, but he tries to make sure to always sleep his eight hours, after all, being a high performance athlete comes with responsibilities

He does not have a to-go sleeping position, it depends a lot on how the two of you get comfortable, still, he HAS to be touching you on at least one point, even if it’s only by his foot rubbing yours. Not that it matters because he is a hurricane in his sleep and most of the time he ends up hugging you by either an arm or a leg , and also hogging most of the bedsheets 

He snores super lightly every once in a while. Also, he has a habit of sleep-talking. If he says something and you answer he will hold a conversation, it will make no sense at all to you, but it is very endearing to hear him talk. 

He is a deep sleeper, a truck could run him over and he won’t budge, and in the mornings it is no different, he has a lot of difficulties waking up, which only gets amplified when he feels your warmth next to him, hugging you close and grunting when the alarm clock sounds for the third time. 

That is also the reason why he loves weekends, just knowing the two of you have nowhere to go and nothing to do but cuddle. He likes to play a movie and have the two of you watch it half-asleep before going to fix some breakfast. 

[nina-renmen]

Sorry for spam liking your fics yesterday I'm new here and rlly love your fics 😭!!

Could you do a hc's on how pickle would react to the reader dancing to beautiful liars by Beyonce ft. Shakira?

Also hope you're taking care of yourself 🙏🏾💕

No worries Anon! And thank you, I have been taking care of myself 💕💕

Pickle X Reader Dancing to beautiful liars

Pickle was in his arena like always, he either sat, slept or killed something that was brought to him. But curiosity spiked within him, the sound of something unusual and the sound of footsteps. But no one was coming.

So with a small grunt, Pickle lazily stood up and walked over to the small noise. You were oblivious, your headphones leaked a lot of music but you never thought it would be enough to attract someone.

Y/n swayed their hips, softly singing the lyrics. Their voice was pretty, it was pretty like a hummingbird, and they seemed fragile. It was as if they would break with a touch. With a small twirl y/n was startled by the giant primitive man. They shreiked. Without thinking they reeled their/his/her fist back and punched his face. Pickles nose bled as he stepped back, putting his hand underneath his nose and touching the blood.

Y/n still hadn’t realized who he was. They/he/she only seen him on the news once and forgot his face right after that. So with quick motions y/n pulled out a handkerchief and put it under his nose wiping the blood.

“I-I’m sorry! My headphones were so loud I didn’t even hear you.” Y/n fretted as Pickle looked down at her. They/he/she was taking care of him. Pickles eyes sparkled as y/n continued wiping off the blood until he stopped bleeding. “I’m sorry.” They/he/she apologized once more, They/he/she took a step back to retrieve their phone but he picked up their headphones first.

Pickle gave a curious look at the headphones. It was some type of cord that plugged into a small box. Y/n gasped when he stood up straight making her stand up straight as well so it wouldn’t look like she were cowering in fear. But because of that the music ‘Beautiful Liars’ blasted through her phone. Echoing throughout the stone hallway they were in.

Pickle looked down at the phone at the same time y/n did. The two reached down quickly to grab it before the other but unfortunately Pickle had grabbed it.

“Give it back!” Y/n exclaimed reaching up for the phone that Pickle had took. It was weird to him, people were in this small box. But where were they? Pickle shook the phone making it accidentally slip out of his fingers. With quick reflexes y/n grabbed it and stepped back, turning off their phone. But a notification popped up.

‘Pickle, the primitive man has killed an endangered tiger.’ It read, showing a picture of Pickle.

Y/n’s eyes widened seeing the picture of pickle and looking back up at the primitive man. It was the same person. Pickle tilted his head to the side, picking up the headphones that lied on the floor. He opened his mouth to eat it.

“N-No! B-Bad boy! That’s a very bad boy!” Y/n exclaimed. Pickle stopped opening his mouth, a whine erupted from him giving Y/n enough time to pull their headphones out from his hands.

“This is not food!” Y/n continued to scold until they/he/she yelped. Pickle had picked them up, throwing them over his shoulder and began walking back to the arena. “L-let me down!” Y/n exclaimed. Sure, they were a fighter but there’s no way in hell they’d try and engage in a battle with pickle.

Pickle sat down, pulling her to his lap. Y/n Sat frozen, what were they to do? Should she/he/ they stay? Should they try and run? As y/n was analyzing the situation in their head, Pickle tapped their phone. His nail making a ‘tap, tap’ noise against their phone screen.

Y/n sat there confused but turned on the phone. Pickle only grumbled, tapping the phone again. ‘Does he want the music?’ Y/n thought as they punched in their passcode and began to play the song. Pickle brought his hand away from theirscreen. And only snaked his hands around Y/n’s waist, pulling them closer to him.

Y/n would never realize this but now, whenever Pickle hears the song Beautiful Liars’ He thinks of Y/n.

[froggibus]

Valentine's Day HCs - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, platonic! Damian Wayne

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas and platonic! Damian Wayne

Summary: how your fave batfam member would treat you on valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, some are a little ooc cause its my first time writing them, fluff and sweetness all around, dames is strictly platonic!!!

another part to my valentine's hcs!! if you guys enjoyed this, consider checking out some of the other ones!

Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne:

probably one of the only nights you can actually convince him to take a break and pay attention to you

(read: Alfred would ground him for weeks if he forgot to do something nice for you)

leaves you a big gift box on your bed stuffed with fancy tissue paper and a little card 

it just says ‘wear me’ and when you unwrap it it’s a super formal outfit 

Bruce doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you until he shows up at your house in one of his cars, holding a dozen roses 

he ends up taking you to his private airstrip in Gotham 

he flies you to Monaco and takes you to a restaurant you always wanted to try!! 

and since you’re away from Gotham, the press isn’t even bothering you

after dinner, he takes you to a nice speakeasy for drinks and dessert 

he even turns his phone off so that he can focus on you 100%

you guys stay the night in a penthouse suite above Monaco 

“I know I don’t always have a lot of time for you, but I hope you know that I do really love you.”

Dick Grayson:

this man is CHEESY I’m sorry 

like he goes all out and he’s not even embarrassed about it 

probably asks you to be his Valentine in like a cute promposal-esque way

he’s somewhere between between Bruce and Jason on Valentine’s plans 

like he doesn’t want to go all out to all these fancy places, but he doesn’t want to just do a date at home 

so he ends up taking you ice skating!! 

(unrelated but I HC him as a really good figure skater)

holds your hands the whole time and does like some cutesy couples skate 

also he definitely shows off what a good skater he is and does some cool gymnastics moves 

after skating, you guys go through a walk through the park 

he takes you to get some yummy street food and hot chocolate too 

“Thanks for always sticking out the good and the bad with me, y/n. Whenever you’re with me, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Jason Todd:

I feel like this man is secretly super romantic 

he doesn’t really like big crowds and don’t even get him started at fancy restaurants where the portion is way too small 

also he’s a big softie so he probably plans something super intimate for you guys

picks up a copy of his favourite book and annotates his favorite passages 

and writes little stories and things he loves about you in the margins 

he invites you over to his place to cook dinner for you

has a playlist of your favorite music playing while he cooks

definitely something super yummy and comforting!! 

he gives you the book after dinner while he waits for dessert to be done

you guys eat dessert and cuddle on the couch and talk about books and movies 

he would definitely dance with you in the living room too!

like cute dorky dancing where you stand on his feet and just kinda sway around the room 

“I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about people, but y/n? You make me think not everyone is so bad.”

Tim Drake:

he is definitely the type to not care about Valentine’s Day 

anytime someone brings it up he has to go on this tangent about how it’s not a real holiday 

however, if his partner cares about it, he can put his own feelings behind him and suck it up for the day

definitely stays up for several days trying to plan out a perfect for you guys

but since he’s so tired he ends up sleeping in past when he’s supposed to pick you up :((

you don’t mind tho because Tim sleeping is a gift in itself lmfao 

he scrambles to get ready and picks you up not much later than he was supposed to 

he takes you to a super cute video game cafe 

you guys get some yummy drinks and cute little heart shaped cookies and snacks 

and then you guys hop on the computers to play some games!! 

he probably plays some fun little coop games with you so that you can actually spend quality time together 

takes you home and you guys just relax on the couch and watch tv 

(Tim definitely watches Criminal Minds and relates a little too much to Spencer Reid)

“I know I said I don’t really care about Valentines and honestly I don’t but I know you do and I know it’s not a lot but I just really wanted to give you the date you deserve.”

Stephanie Brown:

this is HER holiday 

like it might as well be St Steph Day

she has MAJOR plans for the two of you

and she definitely asks you to her Valentine with this cute little homemade Valentine she made just for you

she brings her camera with new film because she’s going to take so many pictures!! 

probably coordinates her outfit to yours just so you guys look all cute and matching

she takes you to a light dinner first, probably like sushi or ramen or something 

and then you guys go to a special Valentines concert in the park!! 

of course Steph knows all the songs and all the choreography 

she dances all goofy and tries to get you to dance with her too! 

sends you copies of all the pictures she takes after and posts them on her Instagram with a cute caption like

“Best Valentine’s Date Ever!! y/n truly is the loml !”

Cassandra Cain: 

she’s probably never celebrated Valentines before

just never did as a kid and then never had any interest as an adult 

but you seem so excited about it that she wants to try 

she definitely goes to Steph and Barbara for advice on what to do for you

and of course her girls have her back!! 

she’s really shy when she asks you, but she decides to go the simple route and straight up asks 

she’s so relieved when you say yes!! 

she gets you a potted plant instead of flowers cause she doesn’t really get the point of getting you something that’ll die soon 

she packs you guys a really nice picnic and the two of you go for a hike by her favorite spot 

there’s a really nice waterfall up there and some dry rocks where she spreads out a picnic blanket 

the two of you snack on the food she brought and just chat 

you’re honestly really touched that she was thinking about you this Valentine’s Day and wanted to do something special for you 

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my first time celebrating and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

Duke Thomas:

he’s super nervous to be celebrating your first valentines together

and knowing him he just has to make it perfect 

he’s probably had his dinner reservation for like a month at least 

picks up a bouquet of your favourite flowers too (bonus points cause he gets them from a local florist instead of a supermarket) 

spends hours and hours picking out the perfect outfit too

probably calls Steph and asks for her advice on his outfit, cologne, his gift for you etc. 

is at your house ready to pick you up super early 

waits as long as you need to get ready and his jaw DROPS when he sees you 

all flustered and shy and stumbles over his words while he tries to compliment you!!

he definitely relaxes a little on the way to the restaurant

by the time you’re eating, you guys are making easy conversation and by dessert he’s holding your hands across the table <3

insists you guys go for a walk after dinner to look at the stars !!

“so, how did I do? did I nail it?”

Damian Wayne:

he is a complete stranger to the concept of Valentines 

And much like Tim he simply does not care 

however his teacher makes them make little mail boxes in school and teaches them about the history of the holiday 

and he gets a bit of a heavy heart realizing this is something normal kids do and he just really wants to fit in even if he’ll never admit 

which is what leads him to you the day before Valentine’s Day 

and of course you can’t say no to him because he’s being vulnerable with you and he’s just so fragile :((

that’s how you end up taking him to the craft store to pick up foam and ribbons and glitter glue and stickers 

the two of you sit down at the table and get to work making cute little heart shaped valentines for all of his classmates 

he probably handwrites a message on each of them individually 

things like “I tolerate you” and “you’re not the stupidest person in our class”

the spirit is there lol 

Steph and Dick definitely join in and help you guys make them at some point 

and Alfred makes sure you guys have snacks and drinks the whole time 

at school the next day he’s so nervous to give them out but when he gets his first ever Valentine he’s so happy !!

and when he gets home you’re waiting there with the rest of the family with more Valentine’s for him!! 

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

he looks at them whenever he’s sad :((

“As stupid as Valentines are, thank you, y/n, for helping me join in this year”

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

[vampirzina]

Could you do headcanons Shang Tsung with a siren reader who is as evil as he is?

♒︎ ┆SHANG TSUNG w. DARK SIREN!READER HCS

tw(s): gn pronouns (you only), sfw, villain!reader, manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness/controlling tropes, one (1) question of faithfulness, typical siren powers, mdni

notes: for the sake of the story, reader has legs and is humanoid. also trying out new formatting styles so i apologize if there’s inconsistencies between posts/req

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— Spoiler: he’s the one who’s lured. He knew it asap.

— Yet he must lie to say he’s immune to you (he’s not). It’ll humble you in a way and keep him out of trouble, for now. That’s really the only reason I could think of as to why he wouldn’t jump to be in a relationship with you

— But best believe you’re already his.

— He just needs you to be focused on doing what he needs you to do in order to get ahead of his enemies. He’s also wary of you turning on him, so he’s only keeping a ‘close eye on you’, or whatever that means

— You don’t believe it for a second, but you play his little game. It’s annoying for a while when all you’re used for is to lure Liu Kang and his champion, as well as keep henchmen under a sort of trance

— However, you’re determined to prove that he’s not immune to you, if not the most head-over-heels of all the people you’ve lured

— Charm is on 100, and when you practically throw yourself on Johnny Cage when he gets to his lab (for example, other than the way you speak to General Shao or some random pawn), that tether anchoring Shang Tsung almost snaps

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Shang Tsung is leaned against the cold wall with arms crossed, having been mean-mugging you from the corner ever since the Earthrealm champion left his laboratory.

He’d catch up with them later. For now, you.

It drove him further up the wall that you didn’t seem to care that his gaze pierced your very soul, as you kept picking away at your glass skin in a simple handheld mirror.

You shut it with carefully manicured hands, and you’d finally paid him attention where there he is across the room. Your painted lips flatten into a tauntingly tantalizing line.

“Excuse me?” you bat your eyelashes.

“You’re excused,” he replied, sulking further where he stood.

“You fished me out of my house to do a job, and that very job I did. Was there something I missed in that contract, Tsung?” you asked, but you got no answer except a brooding look. He knew if he spoke right now, he’d forfeit.

Your pursed lips curve into a smirk, you tilt your head at him and you squint. With a sway of your hips, you watch each other as you leave.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

..

— The straw to break the camels back was when you did it again, but this time got too touchy feely with one of those peers who are of status.

— He’s straightforward (and borderline aggressive that’s hiding behind a sly way with words) about what he wants now while you’re so nonchalant about it; he wants you all to himself. But that doesn’t mean you’ll stop luring people, no

— By time he realizes what he’s doing, it’s too late to go back. He figures that you’ve been worthy enough all this time because you made it this far, so why not? It couldn’t be that bad, having a beautiful thing like you on his arm

— While your fidelity might be questioned if you continue to lure people, it’s not a debate whether or not you have Shang Tsung wrapped around your finger now.

— …You’ll have to make up for/prove it in private quarters to keep him close, as he tends to act out when he thinks you’re phasing him out. And just between you and him: he’d ask you to sing him to sleep some nights while you were big spoon.

— He lavishes you, but he still has his mind enough to put himself first. No matter how much you try, you could never make Shang Tsung put you above himself enough to be able to make a puppet out of him.

— You’ll settle for second place.. For now.

..

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

[kentosbabes]

Hi! First of all I love your writing and I hope you are healthy! May I ask hc of young gojo in hs in which reader(fem) is his classmate and she is intelligent,polite and stronger than him and she is short and a little manipulative she looks like a doll . Gojo fell for her but she doesn't respond? I'm sorry if this is long please take your time. Thank you!

I’m doing well! hope you’re doing good too. 🫂

I hope I did this right??!!?!!! I loved writing this, just having a man that is right in your palm and completely infatuated with you is a need. 😫

Part 2 here

Gojo who cant take his eyes off you during class. strands of hair framing your face as you write something down in the book infront of you. everything is placed neatly on your desk your pencil case it’s neatly filled with pastel highlighters and pens and a half filled water bottle is placed on the right corner of your desk. gojo sits on the other side of the room with his head resting on his hand as he stares in awe. his peace is rudely interrupted when his bestfriend Getou walks in, taking the seat directly next to you. Gojo watches as you smile up at his bestfriend giggling at his jokes and helping him with questions.

Gojo who writes down word for word what you say when answering a question in class. your hand is always the first to shoot up and although he knows the answer he always lets it be that way so he can hear your voice. once the class is over he walks up to you as you gather your belongings placing them in you bag. He can’t get over how small you are compared to him, his tall frame towering over you as you look up at him batting your lashes. ‘hey doll’ he says as you continue packing up. ‘don’t Gojo’ you simply state not even moving your focus from your bag. ‘what? come on I just wanna talk to you’ he chuckled following you as you walk out of class. ‘Gojo don’t start with me’ you say poking his chest slightly pushing him back.

Gojo who has no idea why you never even give him the time of day. Other girls throw themselves at him yet you hold your ground pushing him away. he knows you’re perfect and way better then him and in ways he knows he doesn’t deserve you but how he dreams about you and thinks non stop about how he’d treat you and kiss your soft lips. what he doesn’t know is that you also think about him all of the time but know he’s a douche and doesn’t mean most of what he says so you think it’s best just to ignore him and carry on with life. but you can’t help but think about him sometimes when your alone at night, his frame ontop of you as you arch in his touch.

Gojo who can’t help but pester you all day. from following you around the school and trying to partner up with you during classes and trying to message you non stop asking if you’re okay. He just finds you so cute when you walk into class, the ponytail on your head swaying as you walk. your glasses on your nose and your lips covered in a tinted gloss. you say Hi to your teacher and a few other students before going to your own desk, placing everything neatly in its place. you can feel his gaze burning into you. you turn to face him, his lips turn up into a smile and he waved at you. the blindfold covering his eyes living up his hair and letting it fall over the fabric. you give him a wave back showing him a sweet smile just so you can tease him a little.

Gojo who falls to your tricks. he urges for those little acts of attention you provide him weather it would be a short wave or a hand on his shoulder he can’t help but crave it. you laugh as you practically have him in the palm of your hand. the short amount of attention you provide him you double to his bestfriend laughing extra hard at jokes just to see the annoyed expression on Gojos face. but he has no idea, he can’t get over how incredibly innocent you are, you must have no idea what you do to him right? not even when most of his friends tell him he’s too far deep, he doesn’t care he knows what he wants and he knows he’ll get it.

Gojo who watches as you smile to people in the corridors holding open doors. the seemingly i simple use of manners only making him more infatuated with you. The way you stride with a confidence he’s never seen before and how his hand is twice the size of yours only leads him to thinking things he shouldn’t. ‘hey wait up’ he shouts as you walk out of class. ‘what gojo’ you say looking up at him through your glasses. ‘I told you before call me Satoru’ he says with a smile. ‘okay Satoru what do you want’ you reply making sure the emphasise his name. ‘I want to take you out’ he shrugs hope you’d be as easy as the other girls. you laugh at his words shaking your head before walking down the corridor with him running to catch up with you.

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[chosoniisan]

A risk worth messy reward ↠ kamo choso

↠alternative title: swapping spit with choso, literally

↠pairing: kamo choso | sorceress!reader

↠setting: post canon, not at all compliant

↠genre: nasty, nasty fluff

↠caution: suggestive; height/size difference ("my" choso is over 6ft); unhealthy-ish/complicated relationship; kinda owner/pet dynamics; coercion (?); lots of tongue

↠summary: after yet another rural-steeped mission, your first priority is finding the nearest bed to fall into; conversely, choso has other things on his mind

↠authoress' notes: my initial plan had been to write a hc about the oddities of choso, how he has some bizarre and inexplicable habits, but writing hcs (without plot) isn't my strength, so I opted for what could be considered "snapshots" instead :')

also, the context, setting-wise, for this is that once the dusts settles post canon, the high-ups (the smattering of them still kicking), let choso live conditioned on you acting as his controller at all times, lest you risk ending up on the execution chopping block, too. . .

A ripely full moon, and the air’s refreshed with a slight chill:

by all means the sort of mid-autumn night you’d want to bottle up and take with you.

You might just have to overlook the chunks of entrails sticking to your soles, though. And maybe you can pretend that it’s the crickets droning in the grass and not the crisping of bone dissolving into nothingness. As if on cue, you resist the urge to sigh to keep the tang of death, thoroughly worn over, from invading your lungs any more than it already has.

It’s not quite how you’d envision your evening—but beggars can’t be choosers. And on the bright side, at least you’re fully intact, all your limbs present and accounted for despite enough close calls to last you a lifetime. Sure, you might have said the very same thing last time (i.e. a handful of days ago), and you’ll no doubt mirror that sentiment next time too (i.e. in another day or so), though you take your blessings when you can get them.

Granted, your good luck quickly runs its course since there’s hardly anything fortunate about the strain of curses the far-flung reaches of the countryside seem to breed to no end. Who would have thought that the higher you climbed the rankings the more acquainted you’d become with woodland critters the size of your hand (excluding cursed spirits, mind you). Then there’s the persistent feeling of otherness crawling over you like a second skin the longer those prying eyes rake and rove over you. (If only they knew that a city girl and her dutiful charge were the last bit out of place in these parts.)

“I mean it when I say that you’re a lifesaver, Choso.” Your poignant ring is all the encouragement he needs to scrap making sure that dead is actually dead this time around and squeeze himself back into your sphere again. Crunch, crunch, crunch goes the tall grass giving way to your missing piece because obviously solace by another name is your side. Leave it to him to be over 190 centimeters of delicately endearing. “I wasn’t expecting that other special-grade, but, of course, you’re always covering for me in a pinch—I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.”

In that moment, you’re the stargazer of him; a face lighting up the pearly night beyond measure. “I’m always following your lead, though. You’re a lot more experienced than me, too, so the best I can do is try to keep up. Because I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” A dash of sheepishness colors the downward wisp of lashes brushing against his cheeks, but that isn’t enough to distract him from the sway of you in his shadow (even if he has to really drop his head to horde that eyeful for himself). “I’m glad we make a good team,” his brief lull is beseeching, the tilted head even more so, “at least I think so.”

For the sake of his tenderly bleeding heart, your nodding doesn’t miss a beat. “Yep, we sure do. . .! And every good team needs some rest, so I should go ahead and text our supervisor and let him know we’re finished up here.” Another thwarted attempt at a sigh, so you settle for a mild quirk of your lips amidst reaching into your pocket for your phone spared from the fray. “We’ll have to stay the night in town, which isn’t ideal, but we can take the first train back home in the morning.”

The faster you can confirm the rendezvous spot, the faster you can sink into a warm bath and then beneath a cozy comforter, so you’re already a few rapid-fire texts deep when Choso pulls on your sleeve.

“Wait. Before that. . .” he begins, slow, measured as if he’s taking the time to taste every word before it leaves his lips. Like that’s not enough to prod at your attention, you’re especially perceptive to rose stain swashed across the expanse of his face, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think him too innocent to sell his soul to the devil for a life of strife alongside you. Though perhaps innocence in its purest state is wetting his hands in blood, bearing your burden of nocturnal calamity with the occasional slip of diffidence. “Can I. . .” Gulping down that lump in his throat. “Can I have my reward now?”

It's your turn to sound things out for good measure.

“Your. . .reward?” (Emphasis on the furrowed brows there.)

He bobs his head once, meanwhile you’re rifling through the pages of your mental archives in search of this reward, whatever it is. A contemplative hum sifts through you at the recollection of saying something in the realm of treating him once this mission wrapped up; admittedly, it was the sort of remark made in passing, but if it’s Choso, you don’t mind staying true to your word. Besides, you have an inkling of what he might have in mind (or you hope you know him well enough to make that guess. . .there’s only one way to find out).

“You’re talking about the souvenirs near the station; I think you were looking at the sweet dumplings, yeah? I don’t know if that shop is open this late, but we can go over and check—”

“No, not that.” Vehemence strums in his tone, so much so that you start a bit, setting off the ripple effect of him offering you a repentant look in return, one that’s still very clearly brimming with fervor. “I did a good job, right? And you promised I could have a reward if I was really good.” As a matter of fact, he’s not wrong, but his moonstruck gaze, expanding, plants an unnamed sensation between the open spaces in your chest. (You’re not daunted by him, it’s just that unpredictability has never been your forte.) “. . .So I was thinking that I wanted you.”

Doesn’t have a chance to click together in your brain until the warmed heart of his palm envelops your entire cheek, and even then you’re still too many steps behind by the time he’s level with you: face-to-face, eye-to-eye, lips. . .dangerously close. Inhaling a mingling of dried copper and powdery musk doesn’t help you figure out what he means by wanting you, having you; rather, with each fanning of his breath over you in crests, you’re gradually unraveling into something entirely unlike you. Something a lot more nerve-ridden.

If you had intended to chime in after scrambling to make sense of the situation (or not), the reality is that you’re simply opening the door for him to carve a place inside you. Literally. Considering it’s not the sound of a mildly articulated concern that echoes in the air, but a muffled squeak when he catches his lips on yours, inviting himself into the niche of your mouth before you can try to recoil. Even when you do think to reel away, his arm is already circled around your waist, seizing you into the bulk of him to the point that you can’t tell where one of you begins and the other ends.

You’ve long given consideration to the fact that Choso’s spent more time sealed than unsealed, that to this very day he’s still working out the kinks of what it means to be mostly human—but this. This goes beyond his idiosyncrasies of not knowing the particulars of kissing. No, this is nothing of a kiss and everything of devouring you whole.

As susceptible as you are, he has no trouble crowding his tongue against yours, which is the difference between tasting him and choking on him. Testing the waters is the last thing on his mind (you suspect it had never been there in the first place) when he’s using the anchor of his hand to steer you right where he wants you, because how else could he map the ridges of your palate without you shrinking like the violet you’re steadily flowering into. Intrusive is him eating away at your lips like a man starved, but it’s also the blooming of heat curled through your insides with a particular penchant for the midst of your tummy.

The compulsion to stagger back is second nature to you, except he’s unnaturally folded into you, so there’s really nowhere for you to skitter off to, especially not with the fixation given to a mesh of sticky pink. And it feels foreign, sinfully so, as he overwhelms you with broad, saliva-rife sweeps of his tongue, undeterred by your stagnate self, too paralyzed by the knotting in your core, the blistering up of sweat at your temples, and the uncut wildness—or is that obsession?—of him before your very eyes. Either way, it’s just the push needed to send you over the edge of quiet bleating. . .that finds its premature end swallowed into him for safekeeping at the bottom of his stomach, just like every other morsel of you.

Heady appreciation is quick to follow on your heels by way of a long-winded moan from him, to you by virtue of his snare. The stammering in your chest is the clear mark of being caught off guard, and Choso in all his fevered glory capitalizes on your lapse of self to plunge his tongue as deeply as it’ll reach. Nevermind the fact that there’s no stifling the stuttered heave around him or the full-bodied quaking against him, either, he’s still singularly focused on partaking in the mess of you. Willingly or not, you can’t help but indulge him when you’re varying shades of fluster, and it’s the gilt reflection of your disarray that has you clamping your eyes shut. Too bad for you, darkness doesn’t temper the dizzying sensation clambering through your veins that’s becoming more, and more, and more intertwined with him.

(You don’t know how much longer you can weather the storm of him, or if you’ll even be able to mend what he’s already bitten through, and maybe it would have been preferrable if he had taken your skin & tissue with him. He took something far more softly perverse.)  

Though in the end, it’s of his accord, only, that he spares you of the kind of smothering that’ll have you icesheet cold against him in no time flat. And you use spare loosely because he simply moves to sucking and nibbling on your bottom lip as if parting from you means imminent death. If he’d give you a chance, you could assure him that his fears of relenting are unwarranted, but in the thick of hungry fascination, he’d rather stripe his tongue along the corner of your mouth to gather up a stray bead of slick. Whether yours or his, you don’t know—you do know that when he’s done, it’s every bit of his tacky memento etched on your skin.

His gift to you for letting him have one of your deepest intimacies.

As expected, he doesn’t keen over from unlacing himself from you—truthfully, his hand is still palming at your cheek, so it’s not a full untethering—though you’re certainly not boasting a modicum of stability yourself. If that unyielding hold around your middle is anything to go on, you suspect that he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest; you might even say that he’s savoring in the ruby-rich reliance of his handler.

“Uhm,” Reticence returns with a vengeance despite having just rooted through you mere moments ago; the moonlight glancing off traces smeared across his lips a testament to that. “. . .Do you we could see about those dumplings now?”

And of course you’ll oblige him—even knowing you’re complicit in preserving his devotion.

[mystar-girl57]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer!Ellie Williams x reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Finally reaching our Crescendo and leading into our Coda of this story Ellie and you finally get some time to talk, but that isn’t until we see Seline’s madness from a different view point first

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Seline, blood, violence, fighting, unconsciousness, like 3 lines mention on r!pe, head wounds, one homophobic slur aimed at you and Ellie

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : I am not going to lie to you this is my first time writing a fight scene so its gonging to be absolute shit, and this is only partially proof read I am sorry i was eager to get this out. Also i know that Ellie’s name is just Ellie but i have a hc of when she’s in trouble or someone’s seriously trying to get her attention that she’s called Eleanor

You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from your throat while you, Jesse and Dina all stumbled down the hallway. The three of you looked like drunken soilders as you hand your arms around one another, you being sandwiched between the couple and you sang “I want it that Way” so off key that even AJ McLean would be put to shame. You all swayed side to side singing as loud as you could while trying to not fall making more giggles erupt from your mouths.

As you drew near to Dina’s room though you noticed that the door was wide open. The others noticed it too because soon your singing had ceased and you let go of each other. Jesse put you and Dina behind him and the two of you crept after him in a single file line. With every creak of the floorboards under your toes you winced. If someone was in there you knew for sure they had heard you.

Getting close to the opening, the three of you put your backs to the wall to listen for any commotion of the intruder inside.

“You drugged my drink, you took advantage of me while I was in that state! And because of that— because— because of you I lost that one good thing in my life. The one thing that was keeping me together, making sure I didn’t lose myself! Now she’s gone!”

Ellie?

“Oh please don’t be such a baby about it. Drugged or not you kept whining her name over and over again, you even called me that skank's name on the way here! You mistook me for her.”

The Blonde.

Without much thinking you stepped forward, around Jesse and rushed into the dorm. You found Ellie on the ground cornered by the blonde from the party. From her body language, the way she was folded in on herself, her green eyes wide with fear you knew she was scared. You watched the blonde grip Ellie’s jaw leaning in and that’s when you acted. You stepped back on your left foot, and with your right you stomped down. There was a satisfying thud and Ellie’s attacker was on the floor. You were absolutely seething. All this time you had thought that Ellie had just gotten bored of you and found someone else to fuck with but that wasn’t true at all! She was forced and that made you a whole other definition of anger.

Your eyes didn’t tear away from the blonde on the floor, even when Jesse came in to get Ellie out, even when Ellie’s screams to not leave you fell on your deaf ears you stood there fists clenched, your shadow casted on the woman’s body in front of you. The door slammed shut behind you sealing the apartment into darkness without the light of the hallway, your shadow disappearing.

“Get up.” You snarled walking over to the woman, you canvas sneakers thudding against the vinyl floor. You reached down and grabbed a fistful of the faux blonde hair, her dark roots showing. “I said get the fuck up!” You yelled, jerking her up. The woman’s now busted lip was pulled back in a bloody snarl. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You demanded.

“A bitch who’s better than you.” She chuckled spitefully.

And those words right there caused you to snap.

The fight was a flurry of hair pulling and nail clawing. The woman managed to force you to the ground, sending a harsh blow to your hairline with her sharp heel. You could feel the skin bust open followed by warm blood gathering. You were dizzy to say the least, your vision blurred and a loud ringing in your ears but you refused to give up. The woman raised her foot to stomp back down but with every ounce of strength you had left in you, you rolled onto your back and covered your face with your arms so the heel hit your forearm rather than your head again. When she hesitated, seeing you block her attack you took that moment to grab her ankle and push her off you.

Once the woman was off of you, you were able to get to your feet, using the wall as support. Had it not been for the anger and adrenaline in your veins you would’ve been out like a light on the ground already. Reaching behind the blonde you managed to get her in a choke hold, her shorter body wriggling against yours. “What the fuck is your name even?” You spat applying pressure.

An airy chuckle came from the woman as she turned her head slightly to the right so you could see her mean blue eyes. “Seline.” And without any warning she stamped down on your foot and bit down on your forearm. You felt the skin break and in a desperate attempt to get her off you grasped her hair once more and slammed her against the wall.

Seline instinctively let go and her body slipped from your grasp. You watched as she fell into a heap on the floor and you knew the fight was over. You had won.

It was a good thing too because you were starting to feel the after effects of your wounds with the adrenaline wearing off. Your head was throbbing, your legs wobbling as you struggled to walk to the door. You pulled it open, finding Jesse already standing there looking as if he was about to open the door himself.

You squint your eyes as the hall lights filtered in, making your pupils shrink from the sudden change of light to dark.

“Did ja’ win?” Jesse asked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, probably shocked from your appearance. What had been probably a five to eight minute fight felt like it went on for hours.

You simply looked at him with the face of “not right now” before going over to Ellie and Dina. You weren’t sure what to say to Ellie at the moment. You had been so mad at her all these weeks that you didn’t even give her a chance to explain. Now you stood here feeling like a fool.

Seline came out after you, one of her broken stilettos in hand, her hair a mess and make up smeared and mixed with blood. A satisfied smile would’ve shown if you hadn’t been so damned exhausted. Seline went twoard’s Ellie and you instantly got closer to your girlfriend, ready for round two should it be needed.

“Y’know what Williams?” She growled “Enjoy your fucking animal you fucking dyke.” With that she spat on the white tip of your canvas sneakers. Oh it was time for round two. But Jesse, sensing what you were about to do, grabbed the back of your shirt to keep you from going forward. And it was a good thing too, you knew you didn’t have it in you to go through that fight again. You all watched her limp down the hallway and into the elevator, the doors closing with a ding. Punctuating that she was out of your life forever.

You looked at Ellie and she looked at you with a meek smile, but upon making eye contact she dropped that smile and looked away in shame. Why did she do that? Were you glaring? You were probably glaring. With Seline gone there was now an unasked question hanging in the air. What now? You and Ellie obviously needed to talk, but oh your head. You felt as if you were going to collapse at any moment.

Jesse’s words were muffled in your ears and you just absently responded “Got it.” to each command. He must have been satisfied because he pulled you gently, your body limply falling into his embrace. You could feel his worry roll off of him in waves. A part of you just wanted to close your eyes and pass out there, give into the sleep that was nipping your skin, its claws pulling at your shirt but you forced yourself to stand back up.

The blood started to collect at the corner of your jaw, collecting until it made a large drop and dripped down onto your shirt.

You weren’t sure what happened after that, you were working on autopilot. You lead Ellie into the dorm, splatters of blood on the wall and the floor. It looked like a crime scene.

Ellie took the lead, gently taking your wrist into her hand and leading you to the bathroom. She was worried, it was obvious that you needed to go to the hospital you were losing so much blood. She was shocked that you were still up and walking. You were shocked too.

Making it to the bathroom, Ellie sat you down on the lidded toilet. Your eyes were down, blurring in and out of focus. She cupped your jaw, her thumbs rubbing it over your bruised and bleeding cheeks. Ellie’s mouth was moving but the ringing in your ears was so loud that you couldn’t even make out what she was saying. You guessed that she had said something about you staying put because you watched her rush out of the bathroom.

Your body leached forward and you tried to grab onto the sink to stop the pull but gravity won and with a loud smack you hit the ground everything going black.

You blinked slowly, finding nothing but a cream color in your field of vision. It took a couple more blinks for the haze to wear off and for you to realize that you were looking up at the ceiling. But who’s ceiling? This one had green stars and planets littered on its surface looking back down on you.

The smell of the bed and pillow that you laid on wasn’t your own. It was more of a cologne than a perfume, a mix of woody patchouli and amber of ambroxan. Ellie’s cologne. The Luna Rossa that you bought her every Christmas and birthday with how fast she went through it. Turning your head to the left you saw a photo strip of you and Ellie making all sorts of different poses within the four frames. There was another one beside it too, a more recent one. With each photo you got more intimate.

The first you turned to look at each other, then in the next Ellie tucked your hair behind your ear, the third she cupped your jaw, the two of you moving closer, eyes starting to close and in the fourth one your lips connected.

Taking in all the pieces, the ceiling, the smells, the photos you were able to figure out that you were in Ellie’s room. Ellie. You sat up quickly, too quickly though. Your head was throbbing still and you put your hand to your wound only to find that it had been bandaged already.

“I would be careful moving if I were you.”

Your head shot up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. There to your surprise was Ellie standing awkwardly in the partially opened doorway. From the light pouring in from the living room’s window behind her you could tell that it was morning.

“What time is it?”

“Around three in the afternoon.”

“Three in the afternoon?!” You sputtered trying even harder now to get up as you threw the fluffed up comforter off of your body. Your classes! Tests! Lectures! You had missed a whole day of school! “How long have I been out?!”

In your quick movements and your body still being fatigued you stumbled over yourself and the bed itself. Had it not been for Ellie (and well the bed) you would’ve fallen flat on your face.

“Easy, easy,” Ellie gently urged, holding your body to hers. “A little over twelve hours now, I was about to come check on you. Jesse said if you weren’t up within the next thirty minutes to call the hospital.”

You frowned but listened to her words, your eyes focused on her orange and red striped shirt. “Hospital? Why would we need to go to a hospital?” You were a whole world more confused. What trouble could you have possibly gotten into that would make you go to the hospital as well as you waking up in Ellie’s bed.

You remembered Dina bursting in your room announcing you were going out then forcing you to get dressed. Skip ahead to the party you and Jesse did shots together in celebration of your first outing without thinking of Ellie, then you remembered singing Drunken Sailor and Welerman to somehow get to I want it that Way while the three of you made it back to Dinas but after that everything was hazy.

“I tried to be quick,” Ellie sighed leaning against the bed with you wrapped up in her arms. “I was so scared she had killed you or that you were going to die from what happened. So when I saw you on the bathroom floor, all that blood I just, I didn’t know what to do I— I called Joel but he—”

Ellie’s words started to get caught as a lump formed in her throat. She couldn’t describe the fear she felt seeing you out on the ground wheezing in pain, your eyes closed and blood pouring out onto the white tile. She called Jesse who immediately came running back. Neither of them were sure what they should do. If they called an ambulance they would see the wounds and police would be contacted. Police would then want to search all the apartments and they would ultimately find Ellie’s weed selling stash causing you, Jesse, Dina n’ Ellie could all kiss your education good bye.

While in her panicked state, Ellie called Joel who did his best to keep the young woman calm while walking her through the process of cleaning your wounds and bandaging them. He had her focus on the worst one first; your forehead then he moved her down to the bite mark on your arm and then your busted knuckles and lastly a few cuts that litterared your body along with the various bruises that Seline had cursed you with. She knew that had she been in a better physical and mental state she would’ve gone after Seline herself. Make the woman feel the pain that you were feeling but tenfold. Let her understand the hell she had put the two of you through over the past month. Let her see—

Ellie’s thoughts were cut off when she felt something squeeze her body. Her cheeks were wet and droplets were falling onto her shirt and your hair. She didn’t even realize that she was crying until she heard you whispering comforting words into her ear while you hugged her shoulders. Ellie’s eyes squinted with more tears and she hugged you tighter sobbing into your shoulder. She thought she had lost you that morning you walked out, then when she found you in the bathroom. Would it take the third try for you to be gone? Ellie pulled you closer, shaking at the mere thought of having to go through that fear of losing you again.

“I know that you don’t forgive me,” Ellie mumbled into your hair after a while. “And I don’t blame you but—”

“Eleanore stop.”

Ellie instantly stiffened thinking you were upset but when you gingerly cupped her jaw, moving around so you were sitting in her lap; Ellie felt some relief. She wrapped her hands around your waist and forced herself to keep her head up looking at you.

“Ellie, I am not going anywhere.” You started while thumbing her jaw, “Yes, we definitely need to talk but we can fix this. I realize now you were serious when you said you had no idea what you were doing and I should’ve listened to you.” You looked down with a small sigh, “I was just so mad because she was on you all night and the other girls have done it too and I was worried that you had realized how much— how much— I don't know prettier they are, smarter, better than me. And you deserve better! There is so much that I want to give you but I struggle—”

It was your turn now to ramble out your thoughts in a quick and nervous tone, venting all the fears you had mixed in with the insecurities about your body, your brain, your abilities. And Ellie listened, she let you list off each one. With every check to that list she held you a little tighter, pulling you a bit closer until eventually she had you wrapped up in her arms.

It was clear to see that you two were cracked and broken both on the inside and out.

But the good thing about something being broken is you can fix it before it shatters.

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