#but i noticed this problem when it was too late😔

[alexdiedin1999]

Ajax petropolis x reader

A/n: I’m so bad at writing but there’s like…two fics under Ajax petropolis x reader and my dude doesn’t deserve that 😔

E/C: eye color

summary: Ajax has been crushing on you for ages, dropping obvious hints every chance he gets. So why don’t you notice? Do you not like him? Something changes when the Rave’n dance comes.

warnings: like longing with fluff, happy ending, sucky writing, reader not picking up on obvious stuff, yelling.

The rave’n dance is coming up soon, and Ajax can’t wait. There’s just one problem. A certain someone doesn’t reciprocate his feelings. he’d dropped the most obvious hints, and they’d brushed them off like nothing had happened. Anyone except them would realize. To recount, these hints included:

•The time he gave you a heart necklace with your initials on it. You’d beamed at him and he almost thought you’d say what he so desperately wanted to hear. But then you said

“This is so sweet! You’re the best friend ever.” His heart sank into his chest. See, if he’d been a little more perceptive, he would’ve also paid attention to how much you were blushing when you gave it to him. But he didn’t.

•it was winter at Nevermore. The snow was thick and you’d dragged him outside, sticking your tongue out to catch the snowflakes. He admired you , your ability to look good even when you didn’t care. You turned to him, and giggled.

“what?” You asked. “Nothing!” He said quickly, looking away. “You were staring at me.” You pressed. “I- you have snow in your hair.” He lied. His face was red, but not from the cold. You shook your head, shaking the invisible flaked of snow from your hair. You were so unreal. The grip you had on his life was debilitating. Now, every time he looked at snow, he thought of you.

• He’d asked you to come over and have a movie marathon with him. He’d meant it as a date, and his heart had sped up when you’d said yes. It was perfect. He felt light as air every time you buried yourself deeper into his side on the way-too-small couch in his room. You thought it was lucky he even got one, considering he didn’t have to room with anyone. You shared with Enid. When you realized how late it was, you reluctantly said good night. He’d never felt better. “This was a great hangout. See you tommorow?” His smile faltered, but only for a second, when he heard the word hangout. He should’ve known you didn’t see him..like that. He hastily said good night.

Mix that with every other signal he’d given you, ever longing touch or small gift, even the way he looked at you. It was obvious. But you never noticed. He wanted to ask you to the Rave’n. So you met up like you did every Wednesday, at the weathervane. You sat, ordering the same thing you did every time. When the topic changed from homework to the Rave’n, he practically jumped at the chance to ask you.

“Y/n, I really want to go to-” Tyler sets the drinks down, interrupting him as he turns to you. “not to sound like a creep, but is there any chance..I could get your number?” You shoot a second long look at Ajax, turning back to Tyler and writing your number on a slip of paper he hands you, giving him your most seductive smile. Ajax feels sick to his stomach. You turn back to him. “Yeah?” You say, eyes wide. “Nothing.” He mutters, and hurriedly leaves after paying for his coffee.

Now he’s in your room, messing with your things while you finish your homework. He changes the song on your speaker, and you look up.

“hey! I liked that song.” You hit his arm playfully. He groans and turns it back. He was going to not pay attention to the song, save for a few nods of his head, but now that you’ve given your approval, he listens. The lyrics are about not confessing when your in love, and his heart tightens. He looks at you, focused on your work. You’re so pretty, your E/C eyes shining as you furrow your brow, furiously writing something down. He decides he can’t wait any longer. All he wants is to say it, to get you out of his head somehow. But instead he thinks about how many times you didn’t pick up on his hints, and he gets frustrated. He knows you’ve noticed. So why haven’t you done anything?

“Why do you keep rejecting me?” He asks. Your head shoots up, your eyes widening. He regrets what he’s said immediately.

“What?” You say, panic coursing through you. The truth was, you’d been trying to get Ajax to notice the crush you had on him for ages, dropping subtle signs that you were into him every now and then. “If you don’t like me I get it, but you have to stop being so…I don’t know.” He instinctively tries to run his hands through his hair before realizing his beanie is on.

“I..I’m so confused.” You say, trying to get it together as realization sets in. He steps closer. “God! You keep leading me on and then saying we’re just friends! Do you like me or not?” He doesn’t yell, not quite. He would never yell at you. But he’s frustrated, and it’s obvious. It’s not your fault, really. You’d both been misreading the situation forever.

“You like me back?” You say, happiness overwhelming you. His anger disappears, and he walks closer to you.

“God you can be so oblivious.” He groans. You move your face closer to him, smiling. “But you still like me.” You whisper to him, and he grins. “Yeah I do.” You kiss him, happily. You stay like that till you both need to come up for air. He looks away before asking, “do you want to go to the Rave’n with me?” You feel ecstatic as you nod, blushing a deep shade of scarlet. He smiles impossibly wider and reconnects your lips eagerly. Then another question pops into his head. He wishes they would stop so he can just enjoy the moment, the feel of your soft lips against his, but he feels inclined to ask.

“I thought you liked Tyler?” You grin at him as you readjust yourself onto his lap so you can kiss easier.“No, I just wanted to see if that would make you angry.” Relief flows through him. “Did it?” His hands press against your waist. “I don’t know, did it?” You reply against his lips. He doesn’t respond beyond pressing another fervent kiss against your lips, and that’s enough.

[skskskskmama]

no bbg please i need a 'why it wouldnt work out' for pomefiore

only if you want to ofc😔 no forcing from me<3, i just found your blog and i am pretty much inlove -3-

♱-pomefiore—why it wouldn’t work out.

warnings: none

characters: pomefiore

notes: AAAAAAA bbg <33333 you’re to kinddd !!! you don’t sound forcing at all :))) omg this ask made my day ilysm willows <3333 also im so sorry this was late!!! very lazy and bad characterization btw :(

VIL is strict. Not only on himself, but you as well. When you first started dating him, he put you on a tight schedule. Do this at this time, oil your hair, check your appearance frequently, and it was just—too much. You were trying to juggle assignments, and between that and doing what Vil wants, it was tiring. When ever you try to tell him this, he just brushes it off with, “I can do it, why can’t you?”, and this response placated you for a while. But your grades suffered as a result.

It got so bad, the headmaster approached you. And right then and there, you decided to cut the root of the problem: Vil.

When you broke up with him, he laughed in your face. He said you’d never find someone better than him, but you were so done that you weren’t listening. He tells himself he doesn’t care that you left him, but at night, he cries thinking about what you guys could been.

ROOK, like Jade, is a secretive man. He has so much to say and so much to hide. Sure, you noticed it before, but you never said anything about it. But with every passing day, you start to realize just how much you. really don’t know about him. He knows everything, I mean everything, about you.

So when you inevitably break up with him, he looks surprised. Rook is observant, he can expertly tell what’s most likely coming. Even so, he guesses, he didn’t foresee this.

EPEL puts you down in front of others. He wants so desperately to be seen as something bigger, stronger, than he really was. He was insecure, and he realizes that when you break up with him.

[raainberry]

Blue Hour

“The blue hour is the idea that everything is about to end or, on the contrary, that everything is about to start again.”

Jihyo x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - it was only supposed to be a fling

wordcount - 1.9K

T/W - Blood (mentioned (1) once)

A/N - missing the killing me good era😔 i actually don’t know how to feel about this one but i miss my girl so

Twenty to thirty minutes.

That’s how long it takes for the sun to fully rise. To show itself in the morning.

It takes the same amount of time to fully disappear. To hide itself in the evening.

In each case, the moon isn’t too far away. You remember seeing it every time before she showed up.

And every time after she left.

Nature’s schedule is strict. So was her’s, leading the two of you to only meet at night: in between two blue hours.

“It’s a little cloudy today.”

The sound of her voice broke your staring contest with the moon, finding the glow in her eyes to be more interesting. The latter shone brighter than yesterday, you noticed as she leaned against the railing beside you.

Your own smile pulled a little more at your lips as well, excited to see hers again. You’d only part for half a day’s worth every time, yet it always felt like it stretched as each day passed.

“I didn’t get to see much of the sunset on my way home.” She pouted. “Did you?”

She hoped the rooftop of her apartment building had offered a better end to your day than it did hers. After all, the sunrise and sunsets she’d witnessed from here so far were nicer.

You shook your head in response, though, making her frown. “Just a glimpse.”

“Maybe it’ll be better tomorrow.” She said, still hopeful.

Her optimism made you smile. The sun could stop shining for all you cared, she would do its job better anyway. She was one little sunshine, a true ray of light you wouldn’t have dared to approach if she hadn’t done so first.

“I doubt it. Fall is coming soon.” You reminded, but she shrugged, looking at the darkening horizon with the same spark in her eyes.

“The sun still sets during Fall, don’t be so depressing.”

“But it’s not as pretty.” You pointed out, pulling her eyes to you.

Maybe that’s what you were looking for, she realised, giggling at the sight of a familiar smirk on your lips.

“And what if I’m there?” She asked, grinning and posing with a hand under her chin for you.

She fluttered her eyelids, giving further into her own banter; her grin warm, playful and inviting as she urged you to join her point of view.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, giving in to the harmless corruption with a soft kiss on her happy lips. She managed to steal a few more from your own, smiling into each one despite having to chase them.

When you managed to pull away, she pointed fun at your flushed cheeks, something you expected by now. You sported the shade proudly, her teasing never bothered you, but sometimes you did wonder how she managed to turn you into such a mess.

Maybe it was because things were still recent between the two of you. Or maybe you were just too far gone and—in all honesty—too down bad for her.

Either way made sense, so you never bothered to look further.

“Why do you still blush like that, we’ve been doing this for weeks, you should be used to it.” She teased, but her words landed in a different tone on your ears.

They made you think.

For weeks, you repeated…

“I am, that’s the problem.” You slipped out just under your breath. It was too late to retain the words, so you tried to keep them out of her ears.

It’d been weighing on your mind for a bit, how uncertain your relationship with Jihyo has been.

Whatever was going on between the two of you, it wasn’t exactly conventional anymore.

It was, only until about three weeks ago, when it was all supposed to end. You should not have seen her face past August 31st. That’s how flings worked. How summer flings worked at least. Or how you thought they worked?

You weren’t really sure of anything regarding love and affection. Relationships had taken a whole new meaning the second she laid her lips on yours that one night at the bar.

The feelings, the thoughts, the moments… It was all new.

She was new.

Maybe infatuation was the right word at the time. Now it just felt weak. Unqualified. Wrong.

You couldn’t tie the bond you’d developed down to such an ephemeral idea.

Not when your feelings for her settled in your heart with intentions so far out of field.

“The problem?” She repeated after a while.

Way to ruin the mood, you mentally congratulated yourself.

“What exactly is the problem, Y/N?” She asked, holding onto your sleeve with a couple fingers.

A timid and discreet gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. Your eyes fell down to her hand, and you couldn’t help but feel some of that hope she’d showcased minutes before.

Meeting her eyes again, you noticed the spark was gone, replaced by a clouded gaze similar to the blue sky above. It seemed heavy. Not as dark, only busy.

Was she worried?

“I just… Don’t know where this is going. That’s all.” You tried to shrug it off, pulling your hand away to get the sleeve out of her grip.

The busy streets below kept an awkward silence away from the two of you, allowing you to feign interest about their noise and random happenings.

The distraction could have been sweet if only it weren’t from your own mind.

It was hard not to think it all over. It was hard to focus on the rational part of it. The one telling you to leave tonight before getting hurt more than you already were.

It was hard because of how loud the other part was.

The one happy with just a glance from the woman beside you. Happy with just standing next to her. Seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. Satisfied with her kiss, her touch… As long as you learned more about her.

More than you should.

You sighed into the night, feeling your rationality push through.

“Would it make you feel better if I said I don’t know either?” She broke the silence.

Your eyes found her again, catching her smiling down at her own hands. That smile seemed heavy as well, as if she was forcing it out to avoid any other reaction.

“Not at all.” You said truthfully, causing a chuckle to escape her lips.

You didn’t understand why, especially when her eyes started watering instead of just… crinkling in joy.

Her teeth suddenly pulled on her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as she tried to find words. The right ones. Ones that would make you stay even longer.

Her lips alone weren’t enough for that anymore.

“But… Don’t you want to figure that out together?”

A breath caught in your throat. Then another, after a second. It felt as though you didn’t know how to breathe anymore. Like her question shook much more than your heart.

You looked at Jihyo once more, hoping it would fix it like it did everything else, but her focus remained on her own fingers.

“I know I want to.” She said, picking at her nails, a giveaway of her nerves. “I just thought it was obvious.”

Her eyes finally raised to meet yours, sadness written all over the smile she tried to send you.

“Do you actually?”

Your voice came out a whisper, and it didn’t surprise you. You weren’t sure you wanted to know her answer to that question. You gave her a chance not to hear it. To get away and break the rules with no consequences for a little longer.

Truth was you’d let her.

“I think I like you.”

There it went again; your breathing.

“You think?” You chuckled, but only to fight the tears suddenly pooling in your eyes. “Jihyo, I can’t do this anymore.”

You stared out ahead, your gaze landing on nothing and everything all at the same time. So many lights, buildings, so many trees and people… Yet nothing registered.

All you could process, all you could feel… It emaned from right next to you.

The skies above reminded you of it. The familiar blue drowned its details as time deepened its shade. You watched it happen so many times with her you could blindly tell the time.

08:10pm.

That’s when she decided to take your hand in hers, pulling you away from the overwhelming sights.

That’s when you felt the warmth of her hands against your cheeks as she made you look into her eyes instead.

You focused on the lights reflecting in them instead, trying to avoid her thoughts. They could hurt.

“Tell me something, Y/N…” She trailed off, her eyes desperate for even a sign of your focus on her. “Do you regret any of what happened between us?”

“Yes.”

You watched silently as the effects of your answer painted her features.

They tensed up. Eyebrows lowered, lips narrowed, yet eyes watered, holding a sense of hopelessness you witnessed for the first time… It was messy. As if even she didn’t know how to feel.

You, however, could tell.

She wasn’t angry. She was exasperated. Frustrated.

“Can you feel it too now? Do you see why I regret it?”

You should have known she wouldn’t answer the way you wanted her to.

You knew she was stubborn.

You should have expected her lips on yours.

Just like you knew you’d melt into them with a single kiss despite yourself.

Your will never mattered when it came to her. You always ended up folding to hers, giving into a second kiss before intiating the third one.

And you rarely pulled away first.

“Why?” You practically begged through breaths she’d stolen from you.

The gentle brush of her thumb against your skin, the warmth and care she seemed to hold in her eyes for you, the silent words you could make out in them… It almost made you break down right then and there.

It all suddenly became so obvious.

“Because I like you.” She smiled.

It was bright again. It made you believe her a little more, although you still weren’t convinced.

Maybe she sensed that, as she wasted no time to argue her point.

“That’s why I’ve been making excuses to keep seeing you.”

“My flight back was delayed, can I stay at your place?”

“The company’s letting me choose the flight date and I don’t actually have to go back to work for another week…”

“Can we stay friends? I’d love to just hang out with you. Maybe come see me in Seoul some time?”

“It just happened, let’s just put this on reunion excitment.”

“Yes, friends don’t kiss each other. But friends with benefits do. So no, it’s not weird.”

Maybe they were not all excuses. Some you definitely had a hand in. Yet you remained clueless for some reason.

Love really makes you dumb.

“I thought you were playing me.” You mumbled.

“Then you don’t know me at all.” She said, amused.

“That would be because I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Yet you learned to, didn’t you?”

You nodded, looking down in embarrassment. You couldn’t help but feel ashamed of the drama you’d caused.

You scolded her for not being honest, but you were just as guilty.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again. “This is all new to me, I guess I freaked out a little.”

Your confession caused a few giggles to escape her lips, to your delight. The sound made you smile as you admired the happiness radiating from her features again.

The intensity of your emotions made it feel as though it had been months since you last had the chance to.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. My intentions could have been a little clearer.” She admitted. “I want to date you.”

You chuckled at her small clarification, finding the moon in the dark blue sky again.

It shined a little more. The blue was turning into its darkest shade yet, as the day finally left room for the night.

The blue hour was over, and it made you smile.

You had all night to spend with Jihyo. The woman holding your smiley cheeks so softly in between her hands.

For the first time since you met her, you couldn’t wait until the next one.

Because this time you won’t have to forget about her once the sun comes out of hiding.

[gatitties]

Have you’ve ever watched Kuroko No Basketball? If not it’s basically a group of middle schoolers turn high schoolers who are prodigies at basketball. They were called the Generation of Miracles. And once they enter highschool they split up to see who’s on top.

I have an request what if reader was their coach from when they were in middle school. And she coaches them again when they enter college. But when they were in high school she was working for bonten. But bonten being nosy decides to see the reason she quited and come to find out reader trained the elite team in Japan. The Generation of Miracle’s

—Bonten (slight Kuroko no basket) x reader

—Summary: homesickness makes you want to go back to your old job and your new coworkers are curious

—Warnings: none

yeeeeah, I know knb, a good series even though I didn't finish it 😔🤌🏻

You were someone young when you first met the Generation of Miracles, completely fascinated by the basketball games of that team, you could not resist asking for your internship as a coach there. When they were in middle school you had just finished your studies in sports science, so you applied to go to Teiko as your final grade internship. Many people took you as another miracle added to the team, but you did nothing more than polish those six guys flaws, and your work wouldn't have been as noticeable if it wasn't thanks to their manager Momoi.

Although you decided not to finish your studies there, also noticing how the atmosphere of what at first was a united and hard-working team gradually broke down, you did not meet any of them again after they separated to go to different high schools. So during those years you started studying a management degree while looking for a job, you ended up working for, without knowing it, the most sought after gang in all of Tokyo. It's not that you didn't know about Bonten, but when you accepted the job they obviously didn't put anything related to that mafia, since at least you were working in one of their legal premises.

How you got to know all the executives and the leader himself was through your performance, rising through the ranks quickly, since not many people wanted to work there, the truth is that you didn't either, but it was already too late and you had a confidentiality contract. The thing is... it wasn't as bad as you thought, not as bad if you take away all the illegal shit they do behind the scenes, but since you weren't involved in those problems, you took it in a better way.

Probably the one closest to you is Kokonoi or Mochizuki due to the fact that they were the ones with the least legal problems, you had a love-hate relationship with the Haitani because they liked to mess with you from time to time. Kakucho was definitely the one who calmed all your nerves for being the sanest one there, just like Takeomi, you couldn't say the same about Sanzu, he always made you nervous because he walked around with a gun like it was his dog. You didn't see Mikey much, but your relationship was mere cordiality, for the moment you hadn't bothered him and you had done your job well so he had no problems.

So from one day to the next you found yourself being friends with one of the most powerful mafias in Tokyo, putting aside that sporty side of yours for a few years until one day, while cleaning your apartment, you found a photo with Teiko's basketball team. The nostalgia hit you so hard that you spent the whole day thinking about those years, your love for basketball having only crumbled a little because of the breakup of a good team.

You spent the next few days looking for information about them, they had already finished their studies and it seems they all met again at the university, you were surprised to see all those matches in which Kuroko won and you felt completely proud to see that everyone had improved their techniques, even though Aomine didn't appear much until the end.

The thing is that its gameplay reminded you of the old team, maybe it was a hasty or impulsive choice, but your contract with Bonten ended in a week, despite having a good salary and position, you wanted to feel again what was to be a coach. The decision took everyone by surprise of course, normally employees don't usually decide to end the contract and renew for another year, or they are simply the ones who have to get rid of people who don't serve them, but they had a good relationship with you.

Mikey didn't take it too seriously, but he was curious as to why you did it, since he had some regard for your hard work even though you knew they were criminals.

"Well? Have you found any information?"

Takeomi nodded, passing a folder to his leader, although of course, he wasn't the only curious one, everyone was looking for information about you.

"Oh, basketball coach, seems to do well right?"

"Aren't those guys the generation of…? erm... yeah, whatever, they're famous."

Sanzu simply didn't care about that team, he just looked at the photos where you were smiling holding the tournament cup.

"Look, this is the most recent news, it was on yesterday's news."

Rin turned on the projector, playing an informative sports video announcing your reunion with the generation of miracles for the Japanese team.

"Looks like I'm going to have more work now..."

Kokonoi leaned back massaging his scalp, you took a lot of work off of him and now he was on his own to take care of it all.

"I hope they win."

Mikey left all the photos of old championships won, intertwining his fingers, you were a good worker, he respected your decision to return to the sport but I also hoped that you would return with them, for now he would limit himself to seeing your progress in this tournament with your old team.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Aizawa who runs a Twitter account that's entirely his cats and a smidge of dry humor but accidentally likes a lewd by porn star reader on the wrong account SJDBSJHF he addresses it maturely but you're in his replies asking if he's looking for a new kitten and adding a cute little cat ear and collar photo. And the way it's cropped makes it obvious there's a lot more to the photo than what you're sharing on twitter. Next thing you know the internet's favorite cat account is in your dms 🤭 -rosie

*sigh* Aizawa with a cat twitter account and reader with an onlyfans Twitter account :(

CW: smut, fwb, onlyfans, pining, fluff

God, just imagine it. Aizawa is a faceless twitter user who posts pictures of his own cats, cats he sees in the street, retweets pics and vids that he finds cute. His dry humor has made him really popular, bringing in thousands of followers without trying. He doesn't really care about having followers, he just likes seeing all the cats ppl post in the replies.

It isn't until he likes one of your pics that he dislikes having followers. Most don't care, but the loud minority of his followers criticize him for liking something so lewd on such an innocent twitter page, claiming he should do that stuff on his personal twitter (even tho... this was his personal twitter account; it just happened to get popular). So he makes an apology that he doesn't really believe, claiming that he will avoid liking those tweets in the future (he just ends up making another account and keeping that one private).

He turns his notifications off and doesn't think anything of it, going to sleep without a care. It isn't until the next day when he goes to twitter and sees a large influx of notifications that he starts to care. He sifts through the mentions and likes until he sees your reply, eyes going wide.

Aw, pooh 😔 i was gonna see if you wanted another kitty to take care of, but ig I'm too late :/

Attached to the reply was a cropped photo of you in cat ears and soft makeup, the photo stopping at your bare shoulders and collarbones, leaving so much to the imagination.

Just a few hours after you posted the flirtatious reply, you get a dm from the cat twitter account himself. He links your pic and says that applications are always open 😖💦💕

You two do the little flirty stuff back and forth but then you start talking sincerely and?? Yall get along super well?? It's such a nice coincidence that you two have compatible personalities, able to talk for days without a lull in the conversation. He finds himself enjoying the real you more than your sexy online persona, and he has no problem asking questions so he can learn more about the real you.

You two notice that you're awake at similar times, and soon you find out that you live in the same time zone!! It's pretty cool and you don't start imagining meeting him one day, not at all 🧍‍♀️ you definitely don't start imagining meeting him irl and seeing how he really looks, how hot he is, and you don't start thinking about being his little kitten and getting railed by the mysterious twitter user. No, not at all 🧍‍♀️

One day you mention this cute little cat café that just opened and how yummy the cat themed treats are and this one orange tabby that's chubby and sweet and purrs constantly. Thing is... Aizawa knows exactly what cat café you're talking about. He went there himself when it opened, more interested in the cats than the sugary goods they sell.

You two sit with this information for a while before he asks if you'd like to meet there one day and hang out. You usually wouldn't meet someone online out in the real world, but you'd talked enough about yourselves that you didn't feel like strangers anymore, so it's not like you were scared. You tried not to act so excited when you agreed, setting up a date and time, too wound up to sleep.

When you finally meet him, you're shocked at how handsome he actually is. Tall and gruff, long hair and scruffy beard, dressed in black. He's quiet and a bit standoffish, but he doesn't beat around the bush or make you feel stupid. He treats you like a person, not just a hole that he can stick his dick into, and it makes him all the more attractive.

The meetup goes really well, you really enjoy spending time with him! He's super easy to talk to and you think he's a really cool guy. It's only natural that you'd develop a wittle crush on him uwu. Yall start hanging out more often and going out places, getting closer and closer. Naturally your next move would be to hang out at one of your apartments, preferably his so you can meet the famous kitties you see on twitter so often. And maybe you sit beside each other and your legs touch and you give each other a look before you kiss and maybe he ends up railing you on his living room couch but honestly who's keeping track of all that alfnlajdka

Starting a little fwb relationship with Aizawa, having him help you with your OF videos. Posting teasers on your twitter of a big hand wrapped tenderly around your neck, smiling with your tongue stuck out. Everyone wonders if their OF fav has a boyfriend now, but you never confirm anything. They assume you're just hooking up with ppl, but the guys in your vids all have the same body type, the same hands, the same thick cock that makes you scream and sob. They make theories on who the guy is: he has to do something athletic for a living bc his body is so fit and chiseled, muscles defined as he fucks you into oblivion. God, and his stamina. Your shortest video with him is an hour long. ONE HOUR 😳😩🤧

You lose a few fans, ppl who get mad at the thought of you being in a relationship, but your popularity skyrockets with the new content as well. Before you just masturbated, which people liked, but you're so much louder with a partner, cumming more, giving your fans a better idea of what it'd be like to fuck you themselves.

Your previous videos did well, but your new numbers have gone through the roof. "My Best Friend Breaks My Back 🤤💦💕", "Babysitter Gets Fucked By Divorced Dad 🙈🙊💋💞", and "Using My Body to Pay for Rent?! 😵👁👅👁💓" are your highest rated vids, all of them including Aizawa, never showing anything above his shoulders. You offer to give him a cut of your earnings, but he always refuses. You feel a little bad bc you've gotten a lot more money thanks to him, but you just treat him to coffee at cat cafés more often, and he's satisfied with that.

Ppl keep bugging you for details, asking if Aizawa is a friend, a business partner, some guy you have to pay to fuck you (those comments are always so mean ☹️), but you never answer them. Tbh, you don't know what you and Aizawa are. You really like him, but you're not sure if he feels the same. Sure, you're good friends and the sex is out of this world, but that doesn't mean he wants a relationship with you :/ you keep these thoughts to yourself, trying not to humor them late at night, wishing you were cuddled up with Aizawa and his kitties :(

Your next video comes out, and Aizawa watches it out of curiousity jk he loves seeing you get fucked from a different angle but the title makes him pause.

"Getting Fucked by the Man of My Dreams 🥰😻💕✨️"

You act innocent when he questions you about the title, claiming that it's just to get the fans interested. He seems fine with that answer, but his response leaves you breathless

"Shame. It'd be an honor to be the man of your dreams."

Needless to say, you confess your feelings real quick sksksk. He also confesses his growing feelings for you, claiming that he didn't want to ruin your current relationship in case you weren't interested.

Yall go steady, eventually move in together. You wake every morning to your scruffy twitter bf and his sweet cats. The end sksksk

[villainessxassassin]

Idia with an s/o or crush who often fantasized about a romantic relationship but is very shy and bad at helping people due to self doubt pls?

Admiring from afar and behind a screen

Idia x reader

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Thank you for sending us this ask! since it wasn't specified how you wanted it to be written, I went with something I was most comfortable with which was a bulleted scenario (is what you'd call it i think?) I hope that's okay

bonus eye drawing under the cut: (i made it myself btw :))

and if you so happen to also relate to this then yo same😔🤝

Who would have thought that THE Idia shroud, a not so social introverted dorm head would have a secreted admirer, you.

Sad to say you weren't one to confront him about your feelings.

Shying away from other people because you're scared that your opinions might have a negative impact on them and how they see you.

Unlike Idia, you didn't hate people, but over time it just started to become difficult for you to communicate with others so you decided it was best to not engage in social conversations

So imagine your surprise when you first realized you had a crush on the blue flamed hair boy.

No this was bad! You already had a lot of self doubt to take care of and your problem with being shy around people, and now you just had to go and have a crush on someone now of all times!

You didn't know what attracted you to Idia

perhaps it was how you both were polar opposites but still shared the same problems in life

or how you admired him for being able to speak up for himself whenever needed to, despite his tendencies to shut himself in his room all day

Everytime (which isn't really often because of how he literally never leaves his room unless if it was for snacks or other important reasons) you'd see him sneaking up to a vending machine, you couldn't help but stare

How you wished to one day be able to walk up to that very same vending machine and maybe offer him a drink, your treat

but can only sigh as he's already gone, and you once again are left to just daydream about what a life by Idia's side could be like

You had already told your friends about your little predicament, and the best advice they we're able to give that worked well with you was to start of with something you were comfortable with

Online

The difference from talking to someone in person and online was that you had the option to take your time to type out a response before you hit send, and how if you ever made a mistake it wasn't too late to delete it

Sure you were still shy when talking through text, but it wasn't something so noticable with how they can't read your body language with just words on a screen.

It started out with a greeting and introduction, though you didn't use your real name and chose to go with the random account name you made up in a span of a few seconds

You mentioned one of his all time favorite anime shows and boom he's sending you text after text after text

He didn't know who you were, but by how you reply to his messages he could already tell what kind of person you were behind a screen, thanks to Idia's super duper amazing analyzation skills.

One reason why Idia stuck around to talk to you was because both of you can relate to each other

about your fears and problems, how you assume what people think about you, and how you find difficulty when talking in real life.

You were honest

In all Idia's life of living online he could tell when people were lying to him through text

He could see through all 'dem fake people (especially for those when he asks a question and the other person replies with something copy pasted off the internet, step away from the ctrl+c button👹)

Unlike them, despite not being physically able to see you, he could tell with his heart how you weren't trying to lie or hide anything from him (except your crush on him of course, nawh he gon be dense ti'll you decide fess up and confess to him in person)

Both of you were happy with the little chats you guys would have early in the morning and very late at night.

You slowly started to work up the courage to atleast be in the same room as Idia without fainting, and it was a huge success!

There were times thought where you being shy got the better of you

that one time where you coincidentally bumped into Idia when you turned a corner

He was still in a state of processing what happened when your face flared up and you just stood there staring at each other for a hot second

You were the first to snap out of a trance, quickly muttering out a jumbled up apology as you made a run for outside the school, but not before tripping and falling face first into a bush

"U-uhm are you—"

"N-no I'm fine, I'm fine! I-I'm just uh chilling is this very nice plump bush, yes! Very nice! I actually have somewhere important t-to be so, uhm, bye!

"..."

"Strange normie..."

It might take some time, and i mean A LOT of time, but with every small step you take

You just know your little fantasy will one day become a reality

Not today thought, you think as you have your face buried in your hands with the scene from before replaying in your mind

"H-hes going to think im such a total clutz now..."

but little did you know the boy was starting to catch feeling for you too

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[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

hiiiiii, coming in here asking if you got any tips for possibly writing ford getting drunk and just generally how to write such a thing? I really want to have him do that in my next Forduary fic that I'm writing but I don't know where to start since I've never had a lick of alcohol and idk what my headcanons for him about this will lie, ie. whether he'd be a lightweight, whether he'd have drunk alcohol before this fic or how he acts under the influence (he'd be buzzed to tipsy most of the fic besides the end end, if that helps). for context, I was thinking he was going mad trying not to think of Stan on his 30th birthday and eventually caves in to drink some cheap whiskey from the convenience store while doing errands to forget. if you have tips or fics where that happens I can reference or even just headcanons about Ford and alcohol, I'd gladly take it, but it's alright if you don't. feel free to take this to discord but also answer this ask privately if you would.

man im gonna be honest with u i havent drunk a lick of alcohol either 😔 i just bullshit it most of the time and have gotten oddly good at it lately. i can, however, give you tips n tricks to make it seem like you do. and headcanons too--those go first ;)

(also please take this with a grain of salt as i too haven't drunk alcohol regularlu to know my shit. this all just research and thoughts on this specific situation. thoughts below the cut ! please dont come at me)

first off u gotta figure out the basics: adding the character + alcohol together; what would it do? i see ford as a "drinks to forget the outside world" type of drunkard. he's blissfully ignorant but still has the wired anguish within him, resulting into... a lot of feelings. he tasted it young, but didnt get Into It until the paranoia stint when taste didnt matter anymore and al he wanted was a decent depressant. however he can hold liquor very well, which is a problem considering the purpose, and has to drink a lotttt to achieve what he wants to the point he could get addicted. those are things you can make up yourself and therefore pretty easy: but actual facts? those are harder. here's some i've learned:

- there's a hugeeee difference between hard alcohol and a drink that happens to be laced in alcohol. for one, hard alcohol is served in small glasses/shot glasses while other drinks can be served on pretty much anything (but still small). an easier to understand real world example would be this: someone could, say, have seven shirley temples (an alcoholic beverage) without being incapacitated, but seven shots of vodka will at minimum knock you unconsious. five glasses of wine could do shit to you but five shots of whiskey will GET you. you gotta know what your character's drinking. pick a type you know and research if you must.

- hard alcohol has no taste. again, big diffence between these types. if anything it burns because, well, have you felt alcohol placed on ur skin while getting a shot or placed in a wound? that shit burns and it wont be any different down ur throat. if there js a taste you're barely gonna notice. alcoholics dont drink for taste--they've got more sinister shit goin' on.

- you gotta know what your character has. is it a regular small glass you'd see in a movie or a shot glass he takes from over and over? is he drinking from the bottle directly? how often is he taking a drink? is it bourbon? whiskey? vodka? rum? they alllll do different shit. you gotta KNOW (sorry if im repeating, but this is crucial)

- there are different types of addicts. there are binge drinkers, alcohol abusers, alcohol dependant (theres a difference), and u gotta.research which one u wanna portray. i say ford's an abuser: he has a somewhat consious level of what he drinks, but still doesnt stop because--well, its either being drunk off your rocker or having to succumb to Reality, which in this case, is genuinely dangerous (Bill.)

- there are also a lot of different symptoms, depending on the dosage. here's some ive screenshotted from a post a while ago:

so that's something. also, here's some sites thatcould help:

how to write drunk speech

a page in the CDC about alcohol and beer

a page on the national institution of health about alcohol (really nice, gives you a lotof the basics)

and the australian alcohol and drug association

also i will say that if it werent for bill, ford's relationship with alcohol would likely be very different and probably healthier tbh--again, it differs on why your character drinks, related to trauma or not. sometimes, they just do, and there's nothing you can do about it--but there's usually a reason when it comes 2 fiction. the point: know ur shit even if ur gonna be vague, and if u can help it, name names when it matters. dont say "he drank a shot of alcohol" say he "took a shot of whiskey" and such-like. look up what kind of hard alcohols there are and understand what would be on hand if ford were to get his hands on some of this stuff. i hope this helped, and good luck on forduary! <3

[davemybeloved]

if you're up for it, maybe you could do a marty smut? like where he comes home from tour and they're all cutesy bc they missed each other so much ykyk?🤭🤭

(crying bc I'm so in love with him 😔😔)

Of coursssee!!! Thank you so much for your request and sorry for making you wait!

I find Marty so cute sbrdbssn I mean look at him!!

I tried my best!! I’m sorry if it’s not very good babe 💕

BACK HOME AGAIN

(Marty Friedman x reader)

Warnings: smut (I meannn it ain’t sex, he’s making looooove🤭), I got a little lazy in the end

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from his tour with his band, Megadeth.

They had some problems on the return trip, so you didn't know when exactly they would arrive home, even though he was supposed to come back yesterday.

It was starting to getting late. You gave a tired look at the clock on the wall: it was 3 a.m.

you thought that maybe you should just go to bed and sleep until he comes home, but you didn’t want him to come back home without a welcome back.

You decided to cook him his favorite cake, you knew he would be so happy to see you made it for him. You knew he love this kind of little gesture.

At the exact moment you took the cake out of the oven, you heard the sound of keys turning in the lock. You got so excited that you dropped the cake on the floor without even noticing it before running towards the front door.

Marty opened the door, his guitar on his shoulder and a bag in his right hand as a big smile grew on his face as he saw you just in front of him “Hi baby!” He said, letting the bag fall on the ground when you jumped on him.

“What are you still doing awake? You were waiting for me?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised by seeing you awake so late.

You chuckled and took the bag in your hand, bringing it upstairs, followed by Marty “of course, silly. I would never let you come back home from a tour without a welcome back!”

Marty putted his guitar against the wall, placing his hands on my hips and turning my around “you’re the sweetest thing on this planet” he said to you before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

You immediately melted into the simple contact you missed so much in these past few months. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, making it more passionate.

Suddenly you pulled away to catch breath “I made you you’re favorite cake, chocolate coconut cake!” You said excited before realizing “…but I dropped it on the ground.. damn it”

He burst into laughter, hugging me again, squeezing me with his arms “oh god I missed you so much, thank you for the cake baby”

“Yeah… It was good too…” I said a little disappointed “you stink by the way, let’s go take a shower”

Marty chuckled a bit, kissing your forehead “that’s just what I wanted to hear”

You smiled and took his hand, heading to the bathroom and turning on the hot water.

You took off your clothes before stepping into the shower. Marty didn’t move, he just started at you as you stripped naked and entered the shower, watching how your hips swayed at your every step.

You relaxed at the feeling of the hot water running down your skin when suddenly you felt Marty’s arms hug your hips, bringing you closer to him, your back pressing on his chest as his hand rested on your shoulder.

You gently stroked his arms with your hands as he left lazy kisses on you neck.

He helped you get clean with some soap, caressing every curve of your body. Then you helped him too, scrubbing some shampoo on his hair and helping him wash it away. He then helped you wash away the soap but after a couple of minutes you felt him getting hard against your back and you smiled “you need a hand with that?” You asked teasingly.

Marty groaned a little and just nodded mumbling a “yes please..” before you turned around and started to kiss him passionately once again.

As the hot water fell on the two of you, you started to rub his length gently and slowly, in a teasing way.

He groaned frustrated, kissing you again “please baby… just want you to feel good” he said between kisses “I need you so bad, please…” he almost begged you.

You smiled, gently caressing his cheek “how could I say no to you, love?”

He kissed you once again, before lowering on you collarbone, sucking and kissing some spots more then others “jump” he suddenly said, and you did as he told you.

He quickly grabbed you in his arms, pushing you against the shower wall and his own body.

“You ready?” he asked you, watching you in the eyes.

You just nodded, and he pulled in slowly, letting you get used to his size again.

“Oh fuck, Marty.. oh I missed you so much..” you said as he started to move slowly.

“Me too babe.. uh fuck you’re so tight…” I groaned before quickening his thrusts, making you moan more loudly as he left sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Oh Marty!” you moaned his name as he quickened his pace even more, making you clenched around him, which made him twitch inside you.

“You’re feeling good, babe?” He asked you as he started to rub your clit, stimulating it more.

You moaned, pushing your head back into the wall “yes.. oh fuck… Marty I’m close”

Marty’s breath became heavier and his thrusts messier “yeah me too… fuck” He moaned as he kept pushing in and out of you and rubbing your clit.

After another couple of thrusts you came over him and he ride you out of his climax before he cum inside you, filling you up with his seed.

“Thank you… thank you baby” He whispered into your ear as he kissed your cheek and helped you stand up again.

“I love you Marty.” you said kissing him once more and holding into him to be able to stand up.

“Me too, honey. Let’s go to bed.” he said, not caring to grab towels and just picking you up bridal style to bring you to bed.

[animeomegas]

Hello there! 👋 I hope you’re having a good day and I just wanted to share a scenario/hcns that have been plaguing my mind lately 🫣

This is for the Naruto AU. Ok, so, imagine an MC who has this super OP! Kekkei Genkai that works like the “Imperius curse” from Harry Potter; Basically you put them under your control and will, and to put more flair into this let’s say MC is inmune to genjutsus, because anything is possible within the Naruto universe…

In this AU, MC followed Sasuke to support him and also because Konoha, its people and philosophy is sh** (Let’s be honest here, Konoha always started its wars with the other villages 🤨)

Anyway, MC follows Sasuke in order to talk to Itachi and settle down things between the two brothers and find/fix the root of the problem TOGETHER. Obviously this would fuck up the story because Sasuke wouldn’t become a “villain”, but whatever 🙄.

*MC used their Kekkei Genkai after Sasuke “vented” and made (forced) both Uchihas sit down*

MC: “Tell us the truth why you massacred the clan, the whole truth 🤨”

*Itachi does*

MC: “See Sasu? Your revenge shouldn’t be against your brother. The root of this is Danzo and how rotten is Konoha” … “Yes, Itachi, I admire your patriotism but Konoha and its villagers are hypocrites 😤”

MC: “Now, Itachi say sorry to Sasuke🫶” … “Sasuke, say sorry to your brother🫶” … “Good! After you both get better from your injuries, we’ll kill Danzo!” :D

Sorry for the long post, after watching Naruto as an adult I started to notice how dirty they did to my boys … And no one truly understood/supported Sasuke, about his traumas. Like yeah! Go travel for a few years and magically you’ll feel better! 😔😤🙄

This is some top tier fix-it content and we love to see it!!

Sasuke was done so dirty, no one ever helped him properly and that makes me so mad, which is why I only give him hella supportive alphas. Only the best for Sasuke 🥰

I love the OP MCs that just fix everything, like yeah it's great when characters painstakingly claw their way to victory, but I'm here for the wish fulfilment and I don't want to work too hard, so this sounds like a better plan.

You will send both of them into a breakdown though lol, but that's good for the angst™, so I approve.

I feel like we're similar people because this is the kind of thing I would daydream about too haha.

Thanks for sending it to me!! <3

@danyzta