#i'm still proud of being able to write smth like that back then

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Anyway. Mike regaining a sense of bodily autonomy after years of trauma and being given the impression that he's not allowed to have boundaries or make choices.

Haircuts, piercings. He can change how he looks, if he wants. Nobody can stop him. He can lock his door, and people have to knock rather than just barging in. No one can make him lie for them, or force him to lie to himself until he gets confused about what really happened. People can't touch him without asking. Nobody is allowed to go rifling through his belongings without permission.

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Doctor's Orders

Synopsis: Sukuna catches a cold, and isn't able to make it to your guys' planned lunch. Luckily for him, though, you still take the food — as to-go.

A/N: i have a lot of works planned, but im kinda slow, thankfully i have a lot of free time now so i'll try to pump out as much sukuna content as i can

PS: i got sick the second day of writing this, why world? whyyyyy? also, i hated writing this. i am not proud of this whatsoever

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You

Hey

R u dead or smth??

You're late

Delivered 25m ago

Those were the last text messages you sent Sukuna, before picking up two hummus wraps and drinks from Sunny's Diner. The two of you were originally supposed to meet up there and have lunch together, but the pink-haired teen wasn't answering his phone, at all.

Now, you stand before his front door. A to-go bag tucked under your arm, and another hand rapidly knocking on the door.

Mr. Itadori — Sukuna's grandpa — wasn't home, you assumed, so you were alone in this.

Sighing, you decided to do this the old fashioned way.

It took you less than five minutes to climb the tree outside of Sukuna's bedroom, and five seconds to crawl on a branch to his window.

Finally, you pressed your face up against his window, and saw Sukuna — still in bed — with the blankets covering all of his body.

You aggressively knocked on his window, and saw him moving under the blankets before sticking a head out. He immediately fell back onto his bed at the sight of you.

He looked awful; there were bags under his eyes; his hair looked like a bird's nest, not to mention, he was sweating all over.

"Open the window!" You shouted, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to not disturb the peace in the neighborhood.

Despite being outside, you could practically imagine his groan at the sound of your voice.

Sukuna knew he had no choice, though, so he begrudgingly got out of bed, and walked — no, wobbled — over to his window. His arms felt like Jell-O as he opened his window, and you crawled into his bedroom.

As soon as your feet touched the floor, you felt a familiar weight fall upon you, before you crashed into the wall and onto the floor. You were in a pile of tangled limbs.

"Sukunaaaaa, oww!" You rubbed your forehead.

You tried to stand back up, but the boy's body would not give you the chance to.

"Get off of me, you slug."

"I'm good." He mumbled into your neck.

"You're too heavy," you pushed at the older's shoulders until he finally rolled off of you.

You sighed in relief. "Thank God."

You stood up, pulling Sukuna with you. Despite his size, you had to practically hold him, and yourself, up.

"You look like shit." You cupped his face to get a good look at his condition.

"Wanted to look like you."

"Well, you failed. I'm flawless."

You maneuvered the boy to his bed and let him flop down onto his stomach, before you rolled him over on his back to a more comfortable position.

You grabbed a blanket and placed it onto Sukuna, and you sat down on the side of his bed, your hand placed just inches away from his head.

"So, like, you gonna tell me what's wrong?" You raised a brow.

"What do you think, dumbass. I'm sick," he coughed, "duh." Sukuna quickly retorted, curling onto his side in order to put his head on your lap.

"How'd you get sick?"

Sukuna glared up at you.

You sigh, carding your fingers through his pink, unruly hair. He hummed, clearly content. And if you didn't know better, you would probably assume he was purring.

"Oh! I almost forgot," you rummaged through your bags; Sukuna grumbled at the lost feeling of your hands in his hair almost immediately. "I got food for us. Since someone decided not to show up."

You placed his hummus wrap — covered in foil — onto his bedside table, and set yours likewise.

"Have you eaten yet, 'Kuna?"

"I haven't had breakfast," he murmured.

"You could've just said a quick 'no'."

"Girls are so bossy."

"Hey—"

Sukuna cut you off with a whine. "Ughh, my throat hurts. And my head is throbbing."

You rubbed your chin with your thumb and index finger. You put the back of your hand against Sukuna's forehead. "You have a fever."

"Really? I couldn't tell."

"Take off your shirt," you demanded.

"In your dreams."

"More like my nightmares," you giggled, before helping Sukuna to remove his shirt.

You stood up to walk to his bathroom; Sukuna was quick to pull you back by the wrist. Even when he's sick, he's still got a strong grip.

"And where do you think you're going?"

You tugged your arm out of his grasp, "Don't."

You managed to enter the bathroom — without any more nagging from Sukuna — and grabbed a towel, soaking it in cold water.

Then, you walked back into his room, and placed it atop his forehead. Sukuna immediately went to remove it, before you swatted his hand away.

"Get this thing off of me. It's freezing," Sukuna scowled.

You had to restrain yourself from putting him in shackles, "This is literally helping you. So, shut up. You talk too much."

"This is literally," he coughed, "my house. Don't tell me what to do, girl."

"Doctor's orders."

"Nuh uh, you're far from a doctor. More like a witch instead," Sukuna snickered.

You rolled your eyes, already used to Sukuna's antics by now.

"Do you have medicine anywhere in the house?" You asked, caressing his cheek and rubbing it with your palm.

"Mmhm." He nuzzled his face impossibly closer into your hand.

You sighed, "C'mon. Work with me here, 'Kuna. Where's the medicine?"

A long break of silence, "'m not gonna tell you."

"Tell me, or else, or else I'll — ," you thought for a moment, "or else I'll tell your grandpa. And you know how he takes of people when they're sick."

Sukuna's eyes immediately shot open. He knew his grandpa's old fashioned ways.

"It's in the cabinet in the kitchen. The one above the fridge."

You struggled to reach, having to stand on your tiptoes, but at last, you brought a bottle filled with red liquid and a measuring cup to Sukuna's bedroom.

When you entered, he immediately started to move away from you. Alas, he only had so much room on his bed.

"I would rather die, than drink that shit." Sukuna pointed at the cup with his finger.

"Then die," you quipped back, shoving the cup — that you filled with medicine — into his hands.

Sukuna glared at you, but you remained unwavering in your demand. When he realized there was no point in trying to argue, he leaned his head back and drank.

"Weirdo," you sneer.

"What's the problem now?" Sukuna placed the now empty cup on his table and fell back onto his bed, covering his eyes with an arm.

"You drank the medicine like it was a shot."

"Doesn't matter."

Sukuna began to cough, and cough, and cough. He sat upright.

You rubbed his back.

Sukuna felt utterly selcouth. He never had someone help him through a sickness. Sure, Grandpa was always there, but he's different. Sukuna's had tutors, coaches, people whose jobs were to help. But it wasn't your job.

"Why?" Why do you help me? Sukuna asked.

You know why. But those words never left your mouth. Instead,

"Shh. Be quiet. Let me take care of you."

At the end of the day, you knew why you were helping Sukuna. And Sukuna knew how you were helping him.

You tucked him in, raised the blanket up to his shoulders, adjusted the towel on his forehead, and kissed his forehead.

"Don't overexert yourself," you walked to the door, "I know you will."

Sukuna wanted to call your name, have you stay by his side, run your soft fingers through his hair for just a little longer, but his throat itched, and he didn't even have the energy to cough or sneeze. So, alas, he shut his eyes, and dreamt instead.

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Can I request Nsfw Alphabet with Monica Geller?

Thanks in advance

I got multiple requests for a nsfw alphabet with Monica so naturally I'm just gonna combined them lol. this is gender neutral and not strictly with a fem reader btw because whenever I write for smth like the nsfw alphabet I prefer to have it where anyone can read/enjoy it. that being said, I hope it was worth the wait!

Monica Geller nsfw alphabet

Warnings: smut (duh), gender neutral reader

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Almost as soon as you're completely done with having sex, she has you get up so she can change the sheets (kidding....for the most part). She'll wait to do that if you're both exhausted, but in general she has a pretty strict aftercare routine that she follows. Both of you get wiped down with a damp rag, and you both drink water/have a light snack to help regain your energy even if you plan on taking a nap directly after.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

I don't think she has just one favorite body part. You've gotta remember, she's an ex fat girl who still can't help but obsess over how she looks. I'd say she's awfully proud of her physique/body in general due to how slim she is now versus when she was still in high school (I'm not saying that mindset is a healthy one, it's just the one she has in my opinion).

On you? She loves your stomach and thighs, especially if you're chubby there. Part of her yearns to be confident enough to be okay with gaining some of the weight back, but for now she prefers to just dote and fawn over you instead. She loves it if you have belly rolls, and any stretch marks get extra love whenever she presses playful kisses to your body during foreplay.

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum? On her sheets? No thank you. If there's one thing she hates, it's the idea of making a mess. Sometimes you may be able to get her to forget about it if the sex is passionate enough, but the clean freak in her still can't help but worry about the stain your mixed body fluids will leave. On the other hand, the idea of being so caught up in each other that you two completely wreck the bed turns her on to no end. It lets her live a little, and the joy of getting to use her new detergent to wash the sheets afterwards just makes it all the more better.

Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She kind of has a thing for people older than her (that one's not a massive secret, as she did date Richard at one point). Also, messy kitchen sex? I know it sounds kind of weird, but imagine you're having a playful fight where she's trying to make a cake and you put icing on her nose, so she playfully tosses flour at you, etc. It's not super dirty, but given her reputation for hating messes of any kind she'd rather die than let people know she thinks a food fight resulting in sex is pretty hot.

Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I'd say she has a fair amount of experience. I think it's canon that she didn't lose her virginity until after high school, but that doesn't mean she hasn't had her share of boyfriends (and girlfriends, as I'm a bisexual Monica truther), not to mentions hook-ups or one-night stands. I wouldn't say she's tried everything there is to try, but she's not inexperienced, that's for sure.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where she can see your face to gauge your reactions and has access to kiss you. It doesn't matter whether the sex you're having is quick and rough or slow and gentle, she likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses regardless.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's not very goofy herself, but I think she'll put up with a reasonable amount of it from her partner (you've gotta remember who she ended up marrying in the show, because I just know Chandler was cracking jokes on the occasion while they did the deed). If the type of sex you're having is more light hearted and playful then you may be able to get a funny quip or two out of her, but that's about it. She will, however, giggle like crazy if you do the same thing.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh yeah, she definitely keeps things tidy down there. I wouldn't say she'd go so far as to wax (not sure if anyone remembers the episode with the "painless" wax strips or not) but she at the very least keeps everything trimmed back. It's more of a personal preference than it is for her partner, so I'm not sure how willing she'd be to let it grow out. Assuming you guys have been together for a while, she may skip shaving in the shower, but she won't let it grow out too much. Her pubes are the same dark color as her hair is, if not slightly darker.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be pretty romantic when she wants to be, especially when she's set the mood beforehand. Anniversarys, birthdays, any sort of special occaison like that will have her finding the perfect lingerie set to wear for later that night when you finally get home and have the place to yourselves.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She can and will always make time to masturbate if she really needs to. One thing about her is you do not want to get on her bad side when she's sexually frustrated with no way to let it out. If she has to kick everybody out of her apartment long enough for her to get some relief, then she will, and no one bothers to protest because an angry Monica is a scary Monica.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm a firm believer that she has some sort of a praise kink from the way she was overlooked by her parents and treated in high school. She always has to be the best at everything she does, and to hear validation from you that she's making you feel good and doing well at whatever it is that she's doing boosts her confidence (and her sex drive).

Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is obviously the most ideal place to have sex, but I really don't think she'd be against having sex in a more revealing place. As we've seen from the show, she's not above slipping into an empty room in a public setting for a quickie if need be. The thrill of getting caught outweighs most of the risks, in her opinion.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? When you clean or organize something and do a good job at it. There's nothing worse to her than a messy apartment, so if you ever do her the favor of managing to clean in the way she likes it's such a massive turn-on for her. Another one is praising, like I said earlier. If you ever compliment her on a dish that she's made really well or the way she's cleaned you're basically giving her an invitation for sex. You'll see her pupils dilate before she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

No (something they won't do, turn offs)

Degradation, from you or her. It goes back to her insecurities about never being good enough, and it makes her question her worth to have someone call her names, even in a scene. This goes for her degrading you too, by the way. She just can't bring herself to be mean to you in that way during sex, even if you've given her the go ahead and established a safe word.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This is another one of those things that she stresses about and practices until she's the best at it. And by the best, I mean the absolute best. Regardless of whatever you have going on in your pants or down betwen your legs, she's going to be really good at pleasing you with her mouth and tongue. In terms of whether she prefers giving or receiving, she actually doesn't have much of a preference. It all depends on the situation for her, and who made the first move.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She could be either depending on the mood set. If it's a more romantic night or you're celebrating something, she's much slower, choosing to take her time. However, if you've sneaked away for a quickie obviously she's going to be faster and maybe a little rough. One thing that's certain is that she always makes sure to check that you're comfortable with the pace before continuing.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As a professional chef, she already has a lot of stuff on her plate, so it's safe to say quickies don't bother her and are actually one of her preferred methods of getting off. Long and slow sessions don't typically happen unless one or both of you planned for it ahead of time, so it's not uncommon for you to have a quickie whenever you get the chance.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes a reasonable amount of risks. She doesn't have any qualms about having sex in a semi-public location, and she's open to trying new things if you're up for it.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it's a quickie or if she's had to wait a while for relief, she probably won't last very long, but she'll most likely be up for another round soon after. In fact, she has pretty good stamina in general, usually able to go for several rounds before stopping. You're more likely to tap out before her.

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few different toys. A regular sized vibrator, a bullet vibrator for whenever she needs something small for out of town, and maybe a risque pair of handcuffs hidden away somewhere. Depending on your personal preference, she'll use them on either you or her, and if you ever want to try something specific then she'd be more than happy to (discreetly) order it for you.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot, but sometimes she'll wear a dress that's more revealing when you guys go out to eat dinner and the like. She doesn't like to tease you as much as you'd think because she doesn't like the feeling of having a ton of pent-up sexual energy with nothing to do with it.

Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can be loud. She'll restrain herself if you absolutely need to be quiet, but if not then she's not bothering to hold anything back. Pants, moans, groans- with her, you always know whether you're doing well or not, because her sounds will dictate it.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly? I could see her being into feederism, which is basically when you get off on feeding other people/being fed by another person. She most likely wouldn't have a preference on who does which, whether it's her feeding you or you feeding her. In fact, she might even want the two of you to feed each other at the same time. It's almost a way for her to pay homage to her old self while comfortably entertaining the idea of her healthily gaining a few extra pounds and keeping them.

X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

She definitely has stretch marks (yeah I said it). There's several all along her body, including her boobs, thighs, and stomach. Most of them are pretty faded due to how old they are and how long it's been since she's lost weight, but if you ever compliment them or gently trace your fingers along them when you're laying in bed together she'll melt and propose to you on the spot. She's joking, don't worry (for the most part, anyway).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not extremely high, but I could see her wanting to have sex at least once or twice a week, maybe more if the two of you aren't busy for once. Again, she doesn't like having to wait for too long if she's in the mood. That's not to say she'd ever pressure you into having sex, because she wouldn't, it just means if you're unavailable for sex or just don't want to have it she has to get some time for herself to take care of the issue, otherwise she's going to explode.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a little bit, especially if she has the nagging urge to immediately get up and change the sheets. Pillow talk is one of her favorite times to have deep, intimate conversations, so she'd love to do that with you if you're up for it, but she understands if you're too tired.

End notes: it's kind of embarrassing just how quickly I wrote this

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Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I wanted to say you write like the best Kaeya fics I've ever read (and the smut omg), but this time, (if you have the time) how about some aftercare with Kaeya? Like he is so proud and smug after seeing the mess he made of the reader, but then he is the sweetest and takes care of her like she deserves for being so good for him <3

im alright thanks for asking uwu and thank you so much for saying so <3 allow me to cement myself in your hearts as the kaeya writer for you and i'll be more than just happy :D and i'd love to do smth fluffy - kaeya deserves all the love and hes definitely so fucking affectionate with the love of his life!!

Kaeya is nothing short of attentive, no matter what it is that you two are doing. Whether it be a simple meal or a nice night out on the town you know you're the center of attention. He'll pick something out on the menu that's perfect for you, or make sure to pull you in tight to his chest when you're about to trip over a rock.

Nothing slips his mind, hands holding onto your body tightly as he keeps you in place to fuck into you, burying his face into your neck as he pumps you full of cum for the last time.

Your body is pushed to its limits, cumming hard around him and so overstimulated you feel your hands pushing against his bare chest, eyes screwed shut as your chest heaves to catch your breath.

Kaeya's a little mean anyway, lightly grinding into you as he feels you pushing against him. He's riding out his own orgasm, unsure what number it is but finally feeling his lust addled mind clear up for the first time in what could have been hours.

He pulls out of you, smirking as he presses more kisses against your skin and feels you still lightly squirming on the sheets, glad he had the foresight to put something down under your bodies to catch the mess that came from you both.

Your eyelids droop, a yawn slipping past your lips. You can feel Kaeya pulling away further from you, whining a little and trying to reach out to him. He takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your knuckles before beginning to get ready to clean you off.

"Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself didn't you?" he purrs as you feel him part your legs again, about to tell him off for being so insatiable when you feel him beginning to clean you off.

His hand is gentle, making sure the towel is cooling to your heated body and giving you the chance to settle further into the bedsheets. It takes no time for you to relax after the high of your bodies intertwining, humming in contentment as he continues to clean you off.

"You made me feel so good," you respond, further stroking his ego and kissing him back when he leans over your body.

"I know I did," he responds smugly, giving you more kisses against your neck.

"Your voice is so hoarse. I knew you'd be screaming my name. I missed you so much I just had to let it all out at once."

"Kaeya," you laugh in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

"You always make me feel amazing. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow but it's so worth it."

"Can't have that, can we? Maybe I'll just have to do you all over again and make sure you can't think afterward." Even now he's thinking up new ways to make you a puddle of desire on his cock, your body already heating up at the thought as you swat him away playfully.

"I'm so tired. Let me sleep and then we'll talk about it, alright?"

"Alright, alright," he sighs, giving you another kiss against your lips before leaving you be to clean himself off.

He returns fully expecting to be able to go to bed himself. His body's feeling the exertion after all and there's no place he'd rather be than next to you.

However, you've neglected to wrap the sheets over your body, feeling far too heated for the constriction of such fabric which gives him a wonderful view of your body painted with his marks. You've turned your back to him, allowing him to see the paths his own nails dug while holding you and when he crawls into bed next to you his eyes trace over the hickies and reddened parts of your skin from where he was holding you.

It's a picture he wants to keep in his mind forever, absentmindedly tracing over such proofs of his desire for you until he succumbs to sleep himself, arms wrapped tightly around your body.

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RANKING the BETA SQUAD + HC's

Ranking from 1-10 on the who i find most to least attractive out of the beta squad and co! This includes Harry Pinero, Filly, Johnny Carey, Gib and Darkest on top of the beta squad, also.

Kinda just realised after writing this that I didn't rank them on attractiveness but just how much I'd wanna date them + dating headcannons... But either way, onto the rankings:

10. Johnny Carey I gotta give it to him, he's SHREDDED which is a big positive, but his content j isn't relatable or accurate to me which is probs bc the target audience is boys... Still feels a bit dodgy though, not a massive fan of that + the fact I feel like he'd be kinda mean in the relationship and expect you to take a joke is he ever just says smth blatanly rude, which is not it for me. I'll give it to him though- he's really physically attractive and the accent is lowkey kinda hot

9. Filly Felipé He's such boyfriend material. Like, he's so cute and I feel like he'd be so touch-needy and loving, but at the same time he's so energetic I would NOT be able to keep up. And the laugh could probs shatter my eardrums because of the ultrasonic metro-boom it emits. I'm waffling- basically, I think he'd be a great boyfriend but he's just too friendzone-y for me

8. Chunkz  Like Filly, I feel like Chunkz'd be so cute when he's touch-needy and just wants to chill and spend time together... But I feel like he'd be onesided...?? Like, if he wanted to just spend some time cuddling n watching a movie then that's be fine... But if you patted the bed n asked him to come spend some time he'd say "Nah not in the mood"- j like blatantly shut it down which i probs couldn't take, as a very touch-dependant person

7. Darkest This place where "I would deffo date and I think he's so cute" starts on the list. This guy deffo wouldn't turn down some quality affection whether that just be hugging or chilling with his arm around you, and I can imagine him being endless entertainment. Just coming into your room, asking what you're doing before launching into random conversation for approximately two hours before he remembers he came to let you know dinner was ready and on the table. He may be bald, but he's proof that boyfriend material isn't measured in hair follicles 🫶

6. Gib He's probs quite high on the list, but he'd be such a vibe honestly. He'd make fun of you in the way that's easily laugh-off-able and he'd not get offended if you threw a comment back. Definitely says no whenever you ask whether he wants to go out or spend time together, but when you go to leave he says "JOKING, JOKING, OF COURSE I DO" and then plans out the most amazing date or just general thing to do.

5. Sharky I know people might think he's proper low on the list but idk i just grew out of my finding Sharky hot phase within like two weeks... I think it has something to do with the fact someone called him a variation of Paul Breech on TikTok and that altered all my perceptions of Sharky. That being said, I feel like if he even looked at me for a SECOND I'd fold. Undeniably, this man is attractive, and I feel like he'd be so good in a relationship. He'd happily oblige to touch and cuddling and organise such cute dates even once he's asked you to be his gf. He's a Pinterest-core boyfriend I reckon <3

4. Harry Pinero I SEE EVERYONE PUTTING PINERO SO LOW. NAH. HE'S... Annoying at times but fine. I have conflicted feelings about his personality, but when he's that fine I can let being slightly annoying slide. I think he'd be so touchy around friends because he wants to show you, the gf off. Absolutely, unbelievably proud to have you as a gf and always has his arm around your waist, or your shoulder, or is bending down to whisper something into your ear with a grin. Also this might be a bit out of pocket, but I feel like sex life with him would absolutely be one of the most exciting- you all heard the story about him getting head in the back of the taxi, right? Yeah, sex life w Pinero would be WILD. 

3. Niko He's fine but it feels wrong bc he has a gf- ever since I found that out I've been HEARTBROKEN- LIKE SOMEONE THAT'S FRESH OUT OF BEING DUMPED, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO AVOID HIM AND NOT CATCH FEELS AGAIN 😭.  That being said, he's undeniably fucking gorgeous and he's funny and... He's everything. He is the moment. He is... not mine :( . He's got the full package though fr, and putting him any lower that top 3 on this list would be a VIOLATION.

2. AJ Honestly broke my heart having to choose between AJ and Kenny for top spot because they're BOTH. SO. FINE. Aj's hair is so attractive and his eyes are just so UGH. Man's out here proving the triangle really is the strongest shape. He's such a mix of golden-boyfriend-material and would-be-super-annoying, but I would cherish this man either way. I may be taller than him, but he's just too fine- his style, his hair, his eyes, his triangle-head- he's too hot for this world.

1. Kenny Of course, this man had to be number one. The hair when it's fresh is absolutely gorgeous and either way, he's so fine with the durag on. And the glasses as well?? Completely weak in the knees. He screams confidence because he just knows he's hot and that somehow makes him even more attractive. Plus him being a boxer but also being so soft and touchy just makes him 100% boyfriend material. Don't try convince me otherwise. Also strikes me as the type of guy to just know what you want... Like, he'd just come home randomly with ginger nut biscuits and you would finish them before the end of the day because they're just exactly what you needed. And he'd plan dates so perfectly. Once again, this man is fresh out of Pinterest, the way he'd organise the cutest picnic dates and activity nights <33

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[francis-writes]

I saw that you are talking requests is it possible to get reader (she/her) giving The Grabber a titjob. Because he been looking at her breast then decided to give it a try. Also can it be like pure steamy up to you. Plus i love your writing i read the Xmas one and it blew my mind away also Merry Christmas

A/N: hey, i'm so sorry i wasn't posting recently, i had a writer's block but i will try to post more often. I'm not proud of this story, i could write it better but i just needed to finish smth

You never expected that you would get kidnapped. And you definitely never expected that you would end up having a steamy romance with your kidnapper. But hey, who can blame you? You were the one in the basement. And you were incredibly bored. There weren't many things you could do, except for sleeping or staring at the wall. And your "host" was quite handsome - or at least he became handsome because you couldn't see any other human being. Well, at the end, you found some entertainment. And the Grabber wasn't complaining when one day you greeted him completely naked, with a tempting proposition.

Your relation has been going on for some time, you already spent a few passionate nights (or days; hard to say when you're locked in the basement) together. The Grabber visited you again but you didn't do anything lewd yet. He was just sitting in front of you, listening as you were talking about something from your past life. He wouldn't be able to tell the specific topic since he wasn't paying attention. Not that he didn't care about whatever you wanted to say, he just couldn't focus. The main cause of his problems was your shirt. Well, it was his shirt before but your clothes became to dirty and Al had to give you something to change. Buying something in woman's shop would be too suspicious so you endes up in his boxers and shirt. But it was too tight for you. To be specific, it was too small in the chest so you could fasten only a few bottom buttons and your breast were perfectly visible between unbuttoned shirt.

"Al? Are you listening?" Your voice brought him back to reality.

"Sorry, I got lost in thoughts"

"What were you thinking about?"

He shot a glance to your chest.

"About you, little dove" he replied smoothly.

"Thanks but I noticed that you were staring at my boobs" you unbuttoned bottom of your shirt and took it off "If you want to play, just say"

Al smiled, he loved your directness. He kneeled in front of you and took your breasts in his hands. The Grabber admired the touch of your skin. It was so warm, soft and delicate. So easy to cut. Of course he would never hurt you. At least as long as you were behaving well.

He began to caress you and took your nipple in his mouth. He was sucking on it and teasing with his tongue. You tilted your head back in pleasure.

When he finished, you lay down, spreading your legs, but Al stopped you. The sight was tempting but he had other idea to try. He took of his clothes and sat on a stool he brought here some time ago. You crawled to him on all fours, knowing very well that sight of you being so obedient and servile always pumped his ego (and other parts of him).

"Do you want me to start with a blowjob or sucking your balls?"

The Grabber ruffled your hair.

"We can do it later, but for now I have another idea. Did you ever tried titjob?"

You shook your head and smiled.

"No but I'm willing to give it a try"

Al moved his hand up and down his dick until it got hard. You spit on it to and then he slid it between your boobs. You squeezed your breast and started moving them up and down. The Grabber regretted that he couldn't touch your tits but instead he grabbed the edges of the stool and he leaned against the wall, praying that this moment would never end. You were bouncing up and down, your knees started to hurt but you didn't gave up.

Finally he came, spraying your chest with his cum. He was still breathing heavily but you could guess by the smile on his face that he was more than happy. You didn't want to bother him but you really needed to clean yourself so you asked

"Can you bring me some towel or a rag? I would like to wipe it" you pointed at your bust.

"I'd rather enjoy this sight a few more minutes, but if you really need, clean yourself with my shirt. I'll bring you new one later"

He seemed to consider something while you were wiping off cum from your body. Eventually he made a decision and said

"I will send my brother to shop so you will be able to take a shower before he comes back"

You freezed, surprised. He never let you leave the basement before.

"Really? You trust me?"

"I shouldn't have?" Al raised an eyebrow.

"No, don't worry, I won't betray your trust"  you quickly defended yourself "I'm just... honoured"

The Grabber smiled and caressed your cheek.

"You deserve that"

[imaginespazzi]

i have smth teeth-rottingly sentimental to share, something i wanna share w all my fave wbb writers! my ex broke up w me right before march madness. instead of a toxic rebound or just loneliness, i immersed myself in the beauty of the game. as a result of becoming obsessed w the players, i also rediscovered tumblr, which i had not used since middle school, and fell in love with the wonderful writing of all you wbb writers on here. now I know that’s parasocial and corny and all that, but the solace following these women’s stories — both real and fictional — has given me over the past few months cannot be overstated. yes, it’s just tumblr fics, but paige, azzi, and all of you have gotten me through a REALLY tough time in my life, helped me finish the semester strong even while heartbroken, and given me a not unhealthy way to escape for a few hours to a private world where queer girls like me live happily ever after (in addition to ofc all the self care and support im engaging in in real life). additionally, my ex and i were friends to lovers, which sometimes makes reading your stories tough, but it’s a form of catharsis that only good storytelling can provide. again, i know i’m waxing poetic about fandoms and smut, but thank you, truly, for what you do

Ah my love, you don't know how happy it makes me to hear that me and this community in any way have been of some real help to anyone. It's not parasocial and corny at all. My first ever stint on tumblr was when I was fifteen and going through it and I remember how much being in a different niche little fandom, going through people's blogs, reading their writing, felt like an escape. So if I've been able to give any of that back, then it means the world to me. People can say what they want about fandoms but an online community is still a community.

And I just want you to know anon, that I am so proud of for not letting the break up, break you. You are so incredibly amazing for finding a healthy way to cope and for finishing your semester strong. I'm sure it hasn't been the easiest journey, but I promise you will be stronger for it and I wish you nothing but the most wonderful future ahead <3

[noxtivagus]

that spoken word i wrote back in gr 9 for english class about relating to the moon is still to relevant in the present n i love it so much

[soleilnomoon]

So for my request, can you write a JJk oneshot featuring Gojo practicing exhibitionism & bondage please? In the fic, he goes out to town to do errands wearing a long trechcoat, flip flops & a scarf. In truth he'd be butt naked with his cock in chastity, a vibrator, nipple clamps, shinbari ropes, and his mouth stuffed with a panel gag & covered with the scarf. He got bored one day & challenged himself to finish his errands without being caught or cumming in public. What do you think?

hellooo, so sorry this took so long but thank you for your patience (◍•ᴗ•◍) i’ve never written smth like this, so hopefully this works for you <3 

1.2k, nsfw - feat. exhibitionism, bondage, and geto makes an appearance (yay); gojo is a fool & tried his best, i'm sry.

a drunken dare come to life, in the best ways possible. he doesn’t remember what triggered the memory, but he wakes up convinced that today is the day. there were several things he needed to do today, but the anticipation of the challenge brought forth an anxiety that only fueled his desire to see it through. his pride, his stubbornness, these were things he couldn’t get rid of — nor would he ever try. still, this was ambitious even for himself; and while gojo satoru rarely found things challenging, this was entirely out of his element.

which is what makes things exciting.

a text message pops up on his cell phone, his signature grin plopping down onto his face when he sees the name on his phone screen. he ignores it for now, opting to get ready instead, standing fully nude in his bedroom, hands on his hips as he stares down at the items strewn about on his bed. if he stayed too long, geto might show up unannounced, and he can’t have that — not when he’s about to embark on a thrilling, mini adventure around town.

and, one thing about gojo: he likes to have a good time, even if it’s by himself.

it takes a bit of maneuvering, but as he closes the trench coat around his lithe body securely, he’s ready to go. just as his fingers graze the door handle, his phone rings.

with a slight scowl, gojo picks up on the first ring. “this better be good,” he says, tone bored, annoyance steadily building.

“don’t be like that,” geto says, voice playful and light, “i miss you, so i’m popping over.”

not one to panic easily, gojo simply sighs to denote his irritation, pallid cheeks flushing, “sorry, i’m out for the day.” and, without giving any explanation, he hangs up on his best friend.  “ah, i almost forgot.” gojo takes a step back to adjust himself, fingers tugging the gag back over his mouth before pulling the scarf around and tying it securely. it was a miracle he made it through that brief interaction with geto just moments prior, he didn’t think his friend would ever let him off the phone — and while he knows he can get by walking around dressed the way he is, but the sensations are a little too much to deal with while talking and holding conversation.

especially with him.

still, he’s rather proud of himself for making it out without issue, and he steps outside of his apartment, hands in his pockets, as he makes his way to the city. because he lives so close, the walk isn’t far, but he underestimated a few things.

the heat, for instance; normally, he was able to walk around in long sleeves and pants all day, but now? the reality of his choice starts to sink in; he attempts to swallow and struggles. his face flushes when he crosses the street, the bindings around his hips dig into his skin tightly, his movements making the friction that much more unbearable. especially because of the intricate cage that currently trapped his cock.

his attire isn’t any major indication of gojo acting out of character; he’s eccentric by nature and unnerves people with his seemingly erratic behavior at times. the trench coat, while strange, is not what draws attention — neither are the flip flops, as the weather gave enough reason for him to wear them. but, the signature blindfold that people were used to seeing along with the thick scarf that’s wrapped around him, as if it’s winter all over again. that’s what gives people pause. as the tall, white-haired man’s strides grow a bit shorter, the vibrator making any quick movement increasingly difficult, thus adding to his commute.

stopping by the convenience store, he makes quick work of the aisles, pausing every now and then to inhale deeply and silently remind himself to keep going. because stopping would only end in his downfall. already he could feel his cock twitch in warning, and if his face flushed any more, he might actually pass out. and since that wasn’t a viable option, he soldiers on, grabbing a few essential items and placing them on the counter at the check out.

the cashier barely paid attention to him and scanned his items quickly — which is great, until she lifts her head to give him his total.

“are you paying cash or card?” her round eyes take in his appearance apathetically, and gojo forgets himself as he replies automatically.

“mmm phmmn whmm cmmd.” in his head, the interaction is supposed to be smoother than this, and it’s when the words come out a garbled mess that he realizes that there’s no logical way for her to understand him. “fhmmm nemmmr mnnd,” he says flippantly, a bit of drool pooling in his mouth as he fishes around the pocket of his coat for his wallet. he pays her in cash and doesn’t wait for the change, opting to leave the large sum behind — in the hopes that she’ll ignore the way he made a fool of himself.

still—he didn’t exactly hate it. the bags weigh a little heavily, the sun beating down on him as he makes the trek back home. he’d originally wanted to shop for at least an hour, but every step he takes sends little jolts of pleasure through his body, and he’s sure if he stayed in the convenience store long enough, he would’ve cum right there. it was better to build his endurance bit by bit before trying this out again. his nipples ached underneath the clamps, pain mixed with a pleasure so delicious that it nearly makes him light-headed.

definitely wouldn’t do well for him to finish outside for everyone to see.

by the time he unlocks his front door, he’s panting lightly, sweat pooling at his temples, a lone drop gliding down his skin rebelliously. he hastily drops his bags onto the floor, completely out of it, and presses his back against the wall, hands trembling. his moans are barely audible behind the gag and he moves to remove it from his mouth so he can breathe properly, when a small crash off to his right catches his attention.

“oh, shit, gojo are you back already?” geto’s voice drifts out into the hallway from the kitchen, his steps heavy against the tile. gojo, however, tried to give himself some distance, but after taking a few steps back, the over-stimulation pushes him over the edge. his cock strains against the cage, the powerful waves from his orgasm has him holding onto the wall for support, a deep shiver rattling his bones, turning his brain to slush. he can barely make out the rest of what geto is saying, because he’s desperately trying to keep upright, despite the difficult situation he’s found himself in. 

and maybe it’s because someone caught him today, or maybe it’s because the originator of the dare was none other than geto suguru himself, but the intensity of the orgasm is enough to make him want to sever ties from the man. not out of anger — no, out of embarrassment. and want.

he might never know if geto was serious or not, but the question he asks will always haunt gojo for the rest of his life. “what the hell happened to you?”

[taegyuun]

biology class

genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, highschool au

word count: 2.5k

pairing: jungwon x reader

requested? yes

notes: i hope you like this i really love college/school concepts and i was super excited to write this, also i had to search up topics for biology in highschool so if this seems too easy/hard for a bunch of 16 year olds y’know why. also yes i know in korea they have uniforms but for the sake of this they can wear their own clothes. I've been writing this all day, literally since the second i woke up until now which is 19:05 pm. I'm extremely proud of this so i hope you enjoy! texting is in bold.

yang jungwon.

the campus’ ‘it boy’. everyone knew, loved, hated, or couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be him or with him. people definitely had mixed opinions on him but it was mainly the boys who gave him the glances of evil.

they were jealous.

the kid was known for being easy going, naturally sweet to everyone and academically smart. but one thing that did tick the boys off though, were his talents. sure, there were many boys and girls in school that were nice and pretty and smart but somehow, yang jungwon just had to have it all.

not only could he sing, he could dance too.

not only could he be sweet, he could turn and give the cold glare too.

he was the definition of a perfect boy... and that’s exactly how you got involved with him. let’s just say you were at the brink of being infatuated with him.

but how could you not be? even though you two barely spoke together, when you did - even if it was only about the topic of your class - you felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and it never felt forced. you always felt like he cared; no matter how boring the subject you were talking about was. it had you hooked in a second.

unfortunately, jungwon was popular. infuriatingly popular. and with popularity, the swarm of love letters and beautiful fangirls and fanboys also showed up in the picture. the thoughts of dating him disappeared quicker than you could say, “hello!” to him. it disappointed you, yes. however, who were you to dwell on some highschool boy? sure, he's not exactly the type that you’d quickly forget about the second you graduate but he also never made a real impact on your life other than some minor crush.

well that was up until your biology class.

“y/n and... jungwon.” the sound of mrs. lim’s voice boomed through the filled classroom and knocked you back into reality at the sound of your name. you look up from your hands in confusion and then rendered what she said - you were paired with jungwon for your biology project... that was worth 65% of your grade.

you weren’t exactly worried about getting everything done on time - you knew he would definitely cooperate and do what he was meant to do, but what you were worried about was messing up in front of him. i mean, messing up in front of your crush is the worst second hand embarrassment, no matter how nice they are. you put your thoughts aside and looked around the classroom, trying to find the boy, only to find him already looking at you with a smile and a small wave. you wave back before looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin near your nails. oh boy, you were in for a ride.

as the bell rings, you start to pack your things away, only to be stopped by a finger tapping on your shoulder.

“hey!” you almost feel like you’re in one of the cheesy romcoms, feeling like you had to cover your eyes from how bright his smile was.

“hi jungwon, what’s up?”

“i was wondering how we’re gonna do the project?” you thought about all the possibilities and topics. you could do it at his house, your house, the library and you couldn’t wait to decide on the subject. a small smile appeared on your lips at the thought of working with him.

“uh, what about i’ll give you my number and then we can decide after school?” you words were slightly rushed, as you tried to escape his presence as quickly as possible and get to your next lesson - wanting to hide away from the chilling glares his fangirls were giving you - which you were soon to be late to. he then pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to you before pulling his bag over his shoulder and sending you a pretty smile,

“remember to text me.”

you look at the piece of paper, a few numbers written on it in black ink. you dwell over the thought of having to text him first, but you knew if you didn’t, the project wasn’t going to get done. you thought over it a bit more and realised that your grades were far more important than some stupid crush. you pull out your phone and text a simple,

you: hi it y/n!

you put your phone down, expecting to have to wait a while for a reply and got back to picking at your food with your fork. instead, you're surprised to hear your phone vibrating on the wooden table, a notification with his name already on screen. you place down your utensil and look at the text.

jungwon: hey! so what do u want to do for the project? i think we should decide the topic first before figuring out where we want to do it 

you were glad that he was pretty straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, also that he genuinely wanted to get the project done and that it wasn't you doing all the work like the previous times you were partnered up with someone. 

you: what do u think about the musculoskeletal system 

jungwon: omg i was gonna say lets do smth to do with the skeletal system

jungwon: ok well then the topic is settled where do u wanna do it

you smile brightly at the easy agreement instead of having to scratch at your head for hours to get the other person to agree upon a topic.

you: i mean we can do it at mine if youre ok with that but the library is also an option

jungwon: yours it is then ;)

you look down at your phone in surprise at the “;)”, not expecting him to be so bold.

you: great! tmr after school?

jungwon: cant wait :)

throughout the whole day at school, you kept glancing at the clock, anticipating the final bell to ring so you could meet your project partner at the school entrance and walk home with him. you shake your head at the thought, trying to remind yourself that it was just a project - nothing else. the loud sound of a bell ringing brings you out of your trance, as you excitedly hop out of your seat. “woah, y/n... what's got you in such a good mood? its only lunch, are you that hungry?” you turn around and see jungwon standing with a hand on his bag strap and a few other boys behind him. you lightly laugh and say, “oh I'm just excited to get started on the project... hi guys.” you wave slightly at the boys stood behind him and hear a chorus of “hi y/n!!” following and excited waves. 

“ill see you later, alright?” you slightly smile as you start to walk away. your eyes widen at the yelling and hooting behind you as you look over your shoulder and see the rest of the boys shouting and punching jungwon’s arms, one of them yelling out a, “you scored! she's a cute one!” 

you smile slightly to yourself and lift your head higher, walking towards the cafeteria.

finally.

the final bell rings and you pack your things into your bag, sighing in delight at the thought of finally being able to leave the building. you walk out the class and instead of being able to walk straight out like usual, you see jungwon standing off to the side and gently waving at you. you raise a brow at him, but continuing to walk over anyway. “what are you doing here? i thought we were meeting at the entrance?” 

“i- um, i don't know i thought it be better if i waited for you here, you don't mind right?” he smirks knowingly, already aware of your small crush on him. he didn't find out through you, of course not. you were good at acting neutral around him - not even showing an ounce of adoration. however, one thing you weren't good at hiding, were your thoughts during your sleep. you two shared a free class together, and most of the time you spent it studying or sleeping. you didn't exactly say your thoughts loudly, but jungwon sat close enough to hear some of the things you had to say - him being a common topic of your dreams. he wasn't dumb, he could figure out that you liked him. but he also was a tad stupid - still not acting upon his already existing feelings and asking you out.

thankfully, you being his partner in the project boosted his confidence and had allowed him to create the ‘perfect’ plan of asking him to be your boyfriend. 

“i-uh, yeah! i don't mind. shall we go?” you say, slightly flustered. he nods in responses and mulls over what he was going to do. screw it. he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together, “so which way to yours?” your eyes widen at his action, looking at him with your mouth dropped open, before getting out a chocked, “uh, t-to the left.”

“lets get going then?” he starts walking and softly smiles down at you. you subconsciously squeeze his hand and smile back, walking hand in hand with him, steps oddly in sync. you hear a “hell yeah jungwon! get it!” and a loud, “ow!” followed after. you turn around and see jay holding his head in pain and sunghoon stood behind him with a smug smile on his face, throwing a thumbs up to both of you. you turn back around and look up at jungwon, seeing his cheeks tinted a light pink and a shy smile residing on his lips. you feel a soft tug at your hand followed by a clearing of his throat.

“come on, lets go.” you follow his step, hands still interlaced as you two walk in a comfortable silence, once in a while telling him which direction to go. 

“so what do you think we should start with?” you look up from the ground and see him looking at you, awaiting your response. “oh uhm, i think we should just start with getting all the info into notes and from that start making the project. i think we should leave the creative aspects like making it look nice and what not till the end because that doesn't really impact our grades so it isn't that important.” you feel his thumb rubbing you hand in soft circles and feel yourself getting warmer, completely forgetting his hand holding yours - it just felt so natural. he hums in agreement before speaking up once again. 

“I'm honestly so glad i got partnered with you, especially with this being such an important project. every time i had to work with other people who weren't my friends it felt like i either had to do all the work or scratch to the depths of my brain to get them to agree on a topic and on how we should make it work.”

“i totally get that!” your voice slightly raises in happiness at his words, “i feel the exact same way. every time i get partnered with someone, i always have to do all the work and it got so infuriating always having to credit them for something they never did or the bare minimum.” you take out the key from your pocket and twist it into the keyhole, opening the door and hearing the pat of your cats paws coming closer to the door. you both take your shoes off and walk to the kitchen, your cat following behind and waking in between your legs. 

“i didn't know you had a cat?” jungwon's voice forces you to look behind and find him to be crouching down and petting howl. “well, mr. yang, there's a lot you don't know about me, he's called howl by the way,”

“like howl from ‘howls moving castle’?” you smile brightly, happy that he got the refence. “yeah! i love that movie, its my comfort film,” you bring two glasses of water with you as you start to walk upstairs, jungwon following your steps. you both get to your room, opening the door wider to let him inside too. 

“woah.” 

“huh? oh uh, ignore everything - its not the prettiest room,” you say, slightly embarrassed at all the posters and random clutters on your shelves, “no, no! i love it, it reminds me a lot of my own room. its very fitting to you, y/n.” he smiles at you and you simply smile back, handing him the glass of water and hearing a quiet, “thanks,” in response. 

“well, should we start?”

“god! finally!” you both groan, falling back onto your soft bed, sighing at the ceiling. you two had been working since the second you got inside your room until the sun had set; your parents even managed to get back from work by the time you were only one third through your note gathering. you spread your arms on the bed, stretching as you did so. your hand then hits something soft and silky. you look to your left and see jungwon smiling brightly as your hand rests on top of is head. 

the whole time you two were working on the project, you both subconsciously stayed close to one another, as if you were just drawn to the other with an invisible force. even when you took a food break for 20 minutes and were sat opposite one another, your feet kept kicking the other, smiling and laughing quietly with warm cheeks. 

now you laid on your bed, your hand resting on top of his head and staying there with no complaints from the boy.

“i like your outfit,” you observed the comfortable fit he was wearing, oversized black hoodie with some blue text in the corner and loose fitting black trousers. jungwon looks down at what he was wearing before looking back up and smiling, eyes slowly opening and closing, “youre tired, aren't you?” he then opens his mouth, trying to deny your statement but gets cut off by a yawn. he blushes before softly nodding his head and getting more comfortable on your bed, unknowingly bringing you closer to him, eyes already closed. 

“take a nap, ill wake you up when it gets late.” he nods once again, barely conscious as he already falls into dreamland, arms wrapped tightly around you. you feel yourself heating up, both from his body heat and at his actions. you try hard as you possibly can to not squeal too loudly as you brush his hair away from his forehead and press a soft kiss in place. 

a tiny smile forms on his lips as you get more comfortable and start to drift away yourself. right before being sent away to your dreams, you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead in return. 

he may have not followed his ‘perfect plan’ of becoming your boyfriend but you both got 100% on the project... and a new found love.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Hello! As you know, I go by Hallow.

I'm neutral good as my alignment, but I'm still quite chaotic (in a good way for the most part). My positive traits would probably be that I'm creative, caring/empathetic, goofy, a good listener, and that I'm very open with people once I know they're a good person. My negative traits are that I'm anxious, too curious for my own good, insecure, hard to talk to, and that I'm all over the place when talking. I'm also a huge hopeless romantic who loves teasing my friends (in an endearing way, not a mean way) and my love language is either Words of Affirmation or Physical Affection (probably a mix of the two). My biggest flaw is probably that I have trust issues and will most likely shut someone out after they've lied to me (really only applies to bigger things that shouldn't be lied about).

I'm confused about my sexuality, but I'm fine with either male or female, though I lean more towards men.

In my spare time, I love to think about scenarios with people I love (the hopeless romantic part is to blame here), draw, sing, write, playing video games, and do voice impressions. I'm definitely more of an indoor person but I love flowers and other plants. I love looking into flower language too, it helps to know which flowers I should give to friends or family and which to save for a s/o. I also wear glasses and have freckles that go across my nose and cheeks.

While I'm not partial to one or the other for the most part, I'll say a romantic partner please!

For the fandom, I would like Assassination Classroom if that's alright ^w^ (P.S. I don't like Asano as much, but he's not entirely off the market, just would prefer if I didn't have him. I'm also a minor around the same age as E-Class *14-15* if that helps.)

Matching you with...

Karma Akabane - - - - *

Potential Matching: Nagisa Shiota

How did you get their interest? (building up)

The first time Karma saw you, he thought you were just another one of his classmates that he’s with, another somebody that he can tease. At first, he was having a hard time talking with you due to your rather shy nature. But when he finally managed to make you open up to him, he was surprised that you’re rather talkative, especially towards things that interest you. Huffing out a smile-smirk, he listened to you ranting about flower language, occasionally interrupting you to tease you about a certain meaning behind the flower. Especially if the flower is related to romance. From then on, expect Karma to constantly be around you, asking you to hang out with him to play some video games or watch a movie or prank someone. After a while, Karma feels something strange bubbling inside him whenever he’s near you. But he didn’t pay any attention to it as he carried on his day, with him dragging you around as usual.

It isn’t until one day that you weren’t able to hang out with him like usual. He watched as you interact with the ikemen class president with the same big smile that you show to him, a familiar feeling bubbled inside him as he sighs in frustration. Had he really fallen in love with you without realizing it? 

For the next few days, you noticed how Karma seems so distant with you all of a sudden. Confronting him about it, he just ruffles your hair with a rather soft smile on his face before twisting into a teasing daredevil smile. “Oh~? Do I sense someone missing me already?”

Who confessed first? How did it went?

To be honest, Karma would confess to you indirectly. Using your knowledge of flower language as his advantage, every morning when you enter, there’ll be a single flower on your desk. Of course, being curious, you asked around if they know who leaves the flowers behind on your desk. But no one would tell you, either being really clueless or was blackmailed into being quiet by a certain red-head. So for the next few days, you would receive flowers that mean feelings or positivity. 

Kalanchoe (lasting affection), Alchemilla Mollis/Lady's Mantle (comforting love; letting them know you are there for them), Red Rose (enduring passion), Mandevilla (falling in love with what is), Angelica flower (inspiration and encouragement).

Whether you notice the pattern or not doesn’t matter as the very next day, you would come face to face with a bouquet of tulips and a slightly embarrassed Karma. In a secluded area in the forest is where he confessed his feelings. 

“So, do you like the flowers I left for you? I really had to pick them out carefully for you and had to research about flower language even more. I think you know what I’ll say, should I even say it~?” Chuckling at your glare, he gave you a gentle smile as he stares at you with adoration in his eyes, quite uncharacteristic for the proud and mighty Karma Akabane. “How about you and I have a date this Saturday? Or if you want right now? We can always skip school and have our date in town.” Sensing your stare at him, he can immediately tell what you’re thinking of. Sighing as he looks away with pink dusting his cheeks. “You want me to say it out loud huh? Fine. I like you Hallow, very much so. Actually, I think these feelings are love. But whatever. So what’dya say? Wanna have me as your boyfie?”

Their favorite feature about you (appearance and personality-wise), and their least favorite feature about you (personality-wise).

Favorite feature

He adores how you are a hopeless romantic, constantly seeing you daydreaming about love scenarios in your head. Karma thinks it’s so cute seeing you like this, often at times asking you what you were daydreaming about. Seeing you getting flustered always makes him want to pinch your cheeks in pure adoration (and teasing purposes). Always teases you about this, sometimes playing out your fantasies. 

Loves how you tease your friends in an endearing way, not like his rather sadistic tease. Admires how you also tease him back whenever he teases you, sometimes if he’s feeling lovey-dovey or flirty, lightly kisses your nose to make you stop talking. Sticking out his tongue as he takes the moment to admire your flustered self. 

Loves surprising you with back hugs as he lightly pecks the side of your head, smiling widely when he sees how red you became. Whispering in your ears how adorable you are and how much he loves you. This is practically a daily thing that happens so your classmates are practically immune to the PDA (except for Nagisa and Okuda who still blushes in embarrassment whenever you two kiss in the classroom). I want to bet that Korosensei has a book dedicated to you two-

Loves gifting you flowers that are either an encouragement or a daily reminder of his love for you. Would definitely blush if you give him a flower in return. 

Least Favorite Feature

Your insecurity. Though he understands that everyone has their insecurities, like him, he just thinks that your insecurity is unnecessary. You’re like an angel in his eyes, though not entirely perfect, you were perfectly imperfect. He would never fail to remind you that you’re perfect the way you are. So beautiful like the flowers he’s given to you, so much brighter than the sun. Often he thinks he doesn’t feel like he deserves you, but it’s quickly erased by your words of affirmation for him. 

He often knows when you’re anxious by the habits you do while anxious (playing with your fingers, biting your lower lip, tapping your pen or smth). He usually calms you down by placing his hand either on your hand or, if you’re further in your relationship, on your thigh. It isn’t for intimacy though, it’s just for reassurance for you that he’s here and he’ll help you get through it. 

Typical and/or favorite date activity

This boi is rich af, so he’ll bring be dragging you from places to places. Aquarium, zoo, amusement park, arcades, or a botany garden (or somewhere with plants). Most often than not, he’ll be dragging you to a park where you two can be found casually strolling around. Will literally buy anything for you. 

But he understands if you want to stay at home, so why not just join you? You two can be playing video games, building pillow forts, or simply talking. He enjoys laying in bed with you in his arms as you two aimlessly talk about random things. 

Thank you for requesting!!

[theseustestified]

Yooooo I'm writing some solid stuff for you, so I want you to write some Solid stuff for me ;) maybe something fun with him and either Dion or Langris?

spinda i am literally so touched that u requested smth with dion so here (hands you this like it’s a very tiny baby puppy)

relationship: solid silva x langris vaude x my oc dion

genre and warnings: it’s mostly fluff but solid is a bit upset and tired at the beginning but his mood gets better quickly i promise <3, mentions of burnout and overworking

langris’ french: mon chéri means basically “darling” or “dear”, and ma choupette means “cabbage”. yes french ppl call their lovers cabbage. since dion has green hair, it’s hilariously fitting.

~~~

“Solid!” Dion called. “Come here~!”

Solid picked his head up off the paperwork he had been attempting to do for the past half hour. “I can’t, love, I have work to do.”

Langris scoffed. “Work, my ass. Take a break for now. Maybe you’ll be able to do it afterwards. If not, we can always help you.”

Solid desperately wanted to throw his desk across the room. He resisted the urge and stayed seated. “If I can just get this done really quickly…”

“Bullshit!” Langris cried. “Nils went on the same exact mission. Didn’t he already write his report? There’s no point in having multiple reports of the same mission.”

Solid winced. “But… Nozel said he would promote me to vice-captain alongside Nebra, but only if I show I can handle it, and I think writing a little report counts as being able to hand—”

“Look, Solid,” Dion cut in. They tucked their long green hair behind their ear. “We understand that Nozel wants this in tonight, and we understand that you want to get it done as soon as possible, but you’re just spinning your gears for no reason at this point. Either let Langris and I help you, or come take a break and reset your brain.” They sat up on the couch, peeling themself away from Langris.

Solid wracked his brain for solutions. “I, um. I—just let me think, for a minute?”

Langris got up and put his hand on Solid’s shoulder. “If you don’t decide to either let us help or come take a break within thirty seconds, I will forcibly remove you from this desk. Do not doubt me.”

Dion wheezed heartily and cheered Langris on. “Manlet boyfriend to the rescue!”

Solid blanched. “No, please don’t! Just… just help me, I suppose.”

Langris huffed. “That was not the right answer, but it’s a good one, I suppose. Well, Dion, come here.”

“Alright! Solid protection squad, to war!” Dion got up, scrambling to the desk. “We’ve got this, Solid. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything.”

Report writing commenced, and the paper was fully filled out within 15 minutes. Dion ushered Solid to Nozel’s office, shoved Solid into the room, and then eavesdropped on the brothers. Nozel was impressed with Solid from the sound of it. Solid had even done a little dance after he pulled Nozel’s door closed.

“He said it wasn’t bad!” Solid whispered. “I’ve got a real shot, Dion!”

“I heard! I’m so proud of you, babe!” Dion took his hand, pulling him down the hall. “Come, you’ve got to tell Langris now!”

Dion rushed back into the room, Solid in tow. “Tell him, Solid!”

Langris snapped to attention, getting up from the couch. He smiled, big and happy. He even readied himself for a hug. “Good news?”

Solid ran into Langris’ arms. “Nozel liked it!” The Silva sighed and hooked his chin over Langris’ shoulder. “I’m… going to be a vice captain!”

“That’s great, mon chéri!” Langris cradled the back of Solid’s head. “Dion, you must come hug him too!”

Dion was shocked, eyebrows hiking up their forehead, but the awe couldn’t erase their smile. Wordlessly, they stepped up behind Solid and wrapped their arms around his tummy. They rested their forehead on his shoulder blade, bending over a bit.

“I’m just—I really am so happy right now, you two,” Solid laughed. “Thank you both, thank you so much.”

“Look, ma choupette, we were of help,” Langris whispered, still smiling. “Good job, to all of us, honestly,” he bragged. “Solid is going to get promoted, and Dion and I helped him. I think this is a power trouple moment. If we don’t go down in history as the best polycule, I’m going to get a bat and take out someone’s knees.”

Solid giggled, a shaking wracking his entire body. “You are ridiculous,” he blubbered, sounding close to tears. “God, I’m so happy with you both.”

[fairycosmos]

fuck the naya rivera thing is triggering me so bad. im sure it was a suicide... the poor child said she jumped back into the water. also the way she parked. the fact she didn't take her purse or phone when she was going to be on a boat with a toddler... and no one would believe me but i randomly had a dream about her dying like two days ago? and i feel responsible. like 'i knew' and should have said smth but this is so insane man i'm so fucking sad and feel so guilty and like i should die.

hey, i’m so sorry to hear that love :( it’s an absolutely terrible situation all around, but it’s not one where we can ascribe blame to any particular person. especially you - there is nothing you, as a stranger, could’ve done differently to prevent the outcome. whether it was a suicide or something else, it was a series of events that transpired that way because of choices that were out of your control and people that you’ve never met. coincidences and intuitive occurrences do happen, and i completely understand why you’re freaked out, but i really hope you don’t internalize too much guilt for something you had literally no part of. this is not your fault and no matter how much your brain tries to twist it, it never will be. while it’s absolutely okay to feel whatever you need to feel in order to process this - guilt, grief, shock, pain - i think the overarching focus should be on trying your best to cope with those emotions in a healthy way. by giving yourself the time and tools needed to accept and move forward, rather than on trying to find something/someone to blame. i know it sucks to have to feel any of to any extent, to have to carry this hurt and confusion when there’s still so many unanswered questions. but though it may feel endlessly heavy and permanent right now, it’s not. the turmoil will pass and change and you will come to terms one step at a time. if you need to cry, then cry. if you need to talk to your loved ones or a professional about it, then do so. if you need to write, then write. mediating, getting some rest, keeping her/her family in your thoughts, finding small and light hearted distractions - all these things, while they’re not solutions, will serve your emotional state in a positive way and will give you some added perspective that isn’t just based on your feelings of shame. it’s always weird when something happens to a celebrity, especially if we’ve known of them for a long time because there’s a sense of grief for a person you dont even know. but it’s completely understandable and a normal part of being aware of someones existence, and so you’re absolutely allowed to be gutted. but you don’t have to hurt yourself or worse because of it. i’m serious, there is no resolution in that pattern of thinking. just a cycle of unnecessary self loathing that wont change anything. the whole tragedy is absolutely awful and my thoughts keep going back to it as it’s such a bizarre beyond-the-norm occurrence but at this point i really think all we can do is keep the awareness up and pray that shes found and brought home. at least on a general level, on a more personal level i really hope you can keep yourself safe and surrounded by those who care for you until you feel able to confront this healthily. if you feel you’re at risk to yourself please please call someone, angel. let me reiterate - this is not your fault and you deserve the long and happy future that is waiting for you. the pain of this moment doesn’t negate that fact. please take care and just try to get through one day at a time, even an hour at a time is smth to be proud of. if you need a friend or someone to talk to, dont hesitate to hit me up. you’re not alone. sending love x