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zukuist · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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mothwingwritings · 2 years

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Valentine’s Day/White Day/Date Scenarios with Baki, Katsumi, Hanayama, Jack, Retsu, and Biscuit. <3 (ꈍᆺꈍ)♥(❛ε❛⋆)

Hello everyone and happy (a little early) Valentine’s day!

I just wanted to write something sappy, mushy-gushy, sweet, over indulgent (with maybe just a hint of spice), so some of the Baki boys became my victims for it looooool. This is my first time writing a scenario type post instead of just a straight up fic, so if it seems kinda off that’s most likely why. That’s also why I picked a small-ish selection of charas as a test run.

Valentine’s Day has always been one of my favorite holidays and I get sad when people hate on it or say they don’t have anyone special to celebrate it with. :( If that is the case for you, dear reader, this year that’s a lie because all these damn Baki boys are your valentine this year. And me! Whether you want me to be or not, love you. ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

IDK about where you guys all are, but it’s usually cold as hell where I am on V-tines day, so all these that mention going out and having fun you are either A. someplace warm or B. It falls under the ‘date that is not necessarily V-tines day’ category. Because I love you Jack but my ass would not be camping in Winter 彡(-L-彡)

WARNINGS: Honestly it’s mostly just cutesy stuff but there is some mentions of NSFW (nothing explicit), maybe some shoddy editing (I apologize I grow impatient).

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!~ ♡

✧༺♥༻∞ Baki Hanma ∞༺♥༻✧

· He is PUMPED to spend the day with you. Like, child on Christmas Eve night waiting for Santa to come level of excitement. He can barely sleep thinking of the adventure you two will be going on.

· Offers the choice of date activity to you because he is honestly happy doing anything at all as long as he is by your side. Whether that be chilling at home watching a movie, or going out to a place of your choosing, he is game.

· If you leave the decision to him he would pick a day out at a local park. He’d choose one with plenty of scenic walking trails that go on for several miles so he can get lots of quality time with you.

· You help him plan a picnic, bringing along prepacked lunches to enjoy out in nature. He’s in charge of the main course and snacks, the dessert and drinks are handled by you.

· On the day of, you trek for some time before you spot a secluded area near a wildflower field to set up. You get busy preparing the food while he gathers some of the random flora in the surrounding area to stick in a water bottle as the ‘centerpiece’ of your picnic blanket. He saves the largest and prettiest flower to tuck behind your ear.

· You spend the next few hours just enjoying each other’s company. Sharing funny stories, divulging secrets, trying to decipher which birds are making what calls in the woods, etc. He revels in hearing you laugh, his heart at peace seeing you with such a carefree smile on your face. He finds the nature that surrounds you beautiful, but nothing can compare to your radiance.

· After some time passes you both lay down on the cleared off picnic blanket. Nestled up next to him you rest your head upon his shoulder as his arm goes to wrap snuggly under your torso, keeping you anchored against him. You both drift off while cloud gazing.

· You end up drifting off a little too long, your eyes blinking open to find the sun that was perched high in the sky previously, now sinking far below the clouds casting the world in hues of dark orange. You jostle Baki awake, concerned that you’ll be stuck out in the woods when it’s pitch black out. Unperturbed, he patiently helps you pack up all the left over supplies and helps load them on your back, all so that you have room to hop on his back. Securing your arms around his neck, he gets a firm grip on your thighs, lifts himself up, and BOOKS it down the path you came in on.

· You are shocked at how fast he can go carrying you + luggage in tow, and are slightly concerned he may hurt himself or trip with the extra weight. When you express this to him he just laughs, doing some fancy footwork or jumping to show you it’s a breeze for him. Soon you are laughing along with him, pulling yourself as tight as you can against him. You press soft kisses to his neck and head that cause momentary blooms of red to emerge on his face. However, if you point it out he’ll play it off and attribute the cause being him running.

· The date ends with the two of you picking up some late night snacks and crashing at your house. Snuggled up on the couch, contentedly wrapped in his strong embrace, you both have pleasant dreams as you drift off to sleep again.

✧༺♥༻∞ Katsumi Orochi ∞༺♥༻✧

· He is going to go above and beyond to make this a date you will not forget.

· Will have the entire day planned out, starting by taking you someplace exciting and fun, like an amusement park.

· Will spend the whole day dragging you from ride to ride, urging you to go on all the rollercoasters in the park with him. He’ll lightly tease you if you get scared, not so secretly enjoying basking in the attention he gets from you when you are nervous. He loves every moment of having you pressed up beside him, clinging to his arm, a cute little pout on your face as he pokes his fun.

· He also loves taking you to the haunted house attractions for the same reason. Having you huddled up next to him the dark, regardless of if you are spooked or enjoying the atmosphere, is a treat for him.

· He TOTALLY shows off by winning you every prize that catches your eye, no matter how ridiculous it may be. Ginormous stuffed animal you have no room for in your home, but is the cutest thing you have ever seen? Say no more, it’s yours.

· He gets really into it if the game in question is a ‘strong man’ type of challenge, or games that require more skill than others because then he truly gets to show off for you (which just so happens to be one of his favorite things to do).

· Is thrilled when you take part in any kind of competitive games with him in the amusement park arcade, but will NOT go easy on you. (Same thing for bumper cars, it’s kind of impressive how he can barrel through so many people just to keep smacking you over and over).

· Stays the entire day with you until it starts to get dark. The park you go to has a nightly firework display, and you end the day of excitement enveloped in his arms, his cheek resting against your head as he holds you from behind, watching the sky explode in vibrant colors.

· The next few days after that he will annoy everyone in the dojo gloating about how great the date was, flooding any social media he has with all the pictures he took, tagging and titling each pic things like ‘my babe <3’, ‘How did I get so lucky?’, etc.

✧༺♥༻∞ Kaoru Hanayama ∞༺♥༻✧

· You are going to be SPOILED.

· He contacts you ordering you to keep the date open because he has plans for the two of you, but no matter how hard you pry, he will not share any details.

· He does however drop a hint as to how fancy of an evening it will be when a package arrives at your doorstep containing one of the most beautiful (albeit a bit revealing) outfits/dresses you have ever seen. Attached is a handwritten note from him instructing you to wear it on your date.

· When the day arrives he has a limo pick you up, one of his most trusted men at the wheel to escort you to the nicest restaurant in town. Hanayama is waiting inside for you, the path leading to him littered in candles and flower petals.

· The most elaborate part of the entire room may have been the heavily adorned dining table by which Hanayama stood. Your eyes fell from him to a take in the full spread of the finest champagne (and wild turkey ofc), various hors d’oeuvres, and even more flowers and candles that the table was decked out in.

· This man is pulling out all the stops for you today, treating you like absolute royalty. He’s rented out the whole place so it’s just the two of you, your own little private oasis. As you make your way to the table, he meets you half way, scooping you up in a firm and needy kiss. Before it gets too intense, he pulls away, sharp eyes holding your gaze as he leads you to your seat.

· Though you had no say in the menu, everything served to you was positively amazing. He may not outwardly show it, but he is absolutely delighted as he watches you enjoy your dinner. Your eyes sparkling up at him in the romantic atmosphere makes his heart beat fiercely in his chest, excitement coursing through him as if it were his first date with you.

· Not to mention you look absolutely intoxicating in the clothes HE picked out for you. His eyes can’t help but shamelessly roam you whenever you shift a certain way, or excuse yourself to the restroom. He’s actively listening to everything you say, responding when spoken to, but as the meal drags on its getting increasingly obvious his focus has shifted to entirely different kind of hunger.

· He grows impatient before you even get to dessert, ushering you out of the restaurant and back into the waiting ride to whisk you away to a nearby hotel. He’s all over you the entire ride, pulling you into his lap, hands feverishly running the length of your body in anticipation of what’s to come.

· If you protest leaving early, he’ll reply he has something much sweeter planned for you than the restaurant could ever supply.

✧༺♥༻∞ Jack Hanma ∞༺♥༻✧

· Since Jack has a habit of letting you decide the activities when the two of you are together, you make it a point to leave the details of this date up to him. You want to make sure whatever you end up doing it’s something he enjoys.

· He picks camping, which in itself isn’t too shocking, but you begin to grow concerned when he mentions the place he has in mind isn’t a part of any campground, and overall seems rather remote and borderline dangerous to travel to.

· He assures you that it’s OK, he been there plenty of times before and you are nothing short of safe in his presence. Regardless of your feelings on camping as a whole, he works hard to make sure he brings everything he needs to make the trip as accommodating and fun for you as possible. He wants you both to enjoy this.

· The day of the trip comes and after traveling deeply into the wilderness, you finally stop at a clearing in the woods to set up camp. Though still on edge about being so isolated from civilization, you have to admit the untouched nature around you is incredibly lovely. The tree branches make a nice canopy above you, filtering out the harshest of the sun’s rays while still bathing you in a pleasant, warm glow.

· You help him set up, though arguably he does most of the work. The whole time there is teasing banter between the two of you. You debate over if the tent is lop sided, where the best place to stash the food you brought is, the best method of keeping bugs from bothering you, etc. You bask in the time you are sharing with him, well aware of how rare it is to be around a Jack who isn’t overtaken by training. A comforting sense of tranquility washed over the two of you as you settle in, warmth blossoming inside you each time you get him to laugh over a silly joke you make.

· After camp is set up, you come to realize how famished you are from the travel and the work you just put in. Offering to cook something for the two of you, a fire is started and you set to work preparing a meal from your supplies. You hum while you cook, taking brief pauses to look Jack’s way. More than once you catch him sneaking endearing glances your way, a small, content smile splayed over his usually stern face.

· As you both enjoy the meal you so lovingly prepared, you carry on conversing about all manner of topics. When the conversation inevitably falls on your location, curiosity gets the better of you and you inquire as to how he ended up picking this spot in the first place.

· He opens up that it’s a place his mom used to bring him to camp after she got out of prison. He had come to this location since he was a young man to not only train, but to find peace and solace when the path ahead of him grew daunting. It was a special place no one else other than she and him knew about, and now he wanted to make it a place for you as well.

· At a loss for words from his heart-felt answer, all you could think to do was make the move to huddle yourself against him. He chuckled as you sheepishly thanked him for bringing you someplace so important to him, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer as he tells you that he should be the one thanking you for coming.

· That night you set up a large cot in a clearing not far from camp, away from the trees so you could see the night’s sky. Far from any city, the stars were as clear as you had ever seen them. The temperature had dropped considerably, but under several layers of blankets, tangled in each other’s embrace, the cold barely reached you.

· You listened to the soft murmur of his voice as your lidded eyes grew heavier, the events of the day making you ripe for sleep to claim. Noticing your sleepy demeanor, Jack smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as your eyes fluttered closed for the final time that night. As you quickly faded, the last words you heard from his lips were soft, profound confessions of his love for you.

· Everything felt perfect as he held you against him, speaking to you with such gentle reverence, that for a moment you felt you may already be dreaming.

✧༺♥༻∞ Retsu Kaioh ∞༺♥༻✧

· Retsu Kaioh is a well versed man in many regards, but when it comes to the dating scene he’s a bit rusty. A holiday like Valentine’s Day is not something he has ever really taken part in in the past. But seeing that it’s a day that you are looking forward to spending with him, he asks for tips and pointers from people in the dojo with significant others on what would be a good date activity for this special day. He knows you deserve nothing less than perfection, and he’s a bit worried he’ll mess it up somehow.

· It’s this concern that ultimately makes him go WAY above and beyond, and before you know it, you are en route to his home country for a whirlwind getaway.

· It all happens so fast you barely have time to even question whats going on. One minute he is leading you someplace blindfolded after he told you to pack your bags, the next you are on a plan headed to China.

· The first stop of the ̶e̶x̶t̶e̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶p̶ date is to meet some key people in his life at the Bailin Temple. When you realize where you are going, you are overcome with nerves (this is afterall essentially Retsu’s family, you want to make a good first impression). Retsu constantly reassures you that all is well, anyone to have won his heart will be well-received and respected upon entering the temple.

· To your relief he is correct. Upon arriving, everyone is very hospitable and courteous, extremely interested in meeting the person Retsu has picked as an SO. They have a welcoming meal set up for you as well, full of delicious dishes catered towards the two of you.

· Later on after you had caught your breath and settled in a bit, you both bundle up as he shows you around the temple and surrounding area, pointing out areas of significance from his childhood into adulthood. Enthralled in the stories of his youth, you barely notice he’s leading you further and further from the temple until you reach an uninhabited foothill overlooking one of the most beautiful scenaries you’ve ever seen.

· Beneath you is a wide lake frosted over, bare trees scattered around it creeping up from freshly fallen snow, the lake valley nestled amongst various mountains and hills, a clear vibrant sky to top it all off. It truly is like something out of a dream.

· Once the destination is reached, he scoops you up bridal style and plops himself down, nestling you close in his lap. He doesn’t want to just spend time with you, he wants to be fully focused on you. He spends so much time devoted to Kenpo and honing his skills he often feels guilty he doesn’t get to give you the attention he knows you deserve, and today is the day to make that up to you.

· �� With your head against his chest, you feel the rumble of his words and his laugh as he speaks to you. You intertwine your fingers with the ones he has wrapped loosely around your stomach, smiling at his contented sigh when you snuggle yourself closer against him. You discuss everything and anything, laughing and reminiscing as the sky turns from bright blue, to shades of orange and pink.

· With the sun nearly set, you begin to head back to the temple for the night. He smiles at you with sincere fondness in his eyes as you trail behind him, your hand in his. There is excitement coursing through him as he muses on how the night will proceed.

· He doesn’t plan on ending the date until he has ingrained in you just how much he treasures you.

✧༺♥༻∞ Biscuit Oliva ∞༺♥༻✧

· Much like Hanayama, get ready to be SPOILED.

· Biscuit is a thoughtful man, and takes pride in memorizing even the little things about you. You mentioned off hand you really liked a particular scent once? He makes sure all his cologne’s now match that it. Stretch a few times too many to help get the kinks out of your back from an uncomfortable desk chair? The next day it’s replaced with something much more comfortable, etc.

· So when he finds out one of your favorite performers is doing a live show on Valentine’s Day he knows what he must do. Always willing to go above and beyond for you, he not only scores tickets the moment they go on sale, but a back stage meet and greet with them pre performance as well.

· Unsurprisingly, you call him the moment you find out about the show, excitement buzzing in your voice as you relay the details. He plays dumb while he listens, smile growing on his face as you vocalize your hope of scoring at least lawn seats.

· Alas, no such luck on your end. Later that day you come to visit him at the prison (you, of course, have special clearances for this ;)). Downtrodden, you explain after hours of you and your friends trying to load the site to buy tickets, by the time you got in they were already sold out.

· He can barely contain himself when he sees you moping, heartbroken that someone you have been a fan of for so long FINALLY comes to your home town and you missed your chance to see them. Then and there, he wants desperately to reveal his hidden plans, both hating to see you in anguish and shivering in delight over the thought of being the one to replace your sadness with unbridled joy.

· Although he does admit, seeing you upset does spark a certain desire within him. Envisioning you pressing your body so deliciously against him, tears threatening to spill from your beautiful eyes, a needy little pout you would fight to try and hide from his view tugging on your lips… That scenario wasn’t so bad, either.

· Managing to keep you in the dark until the day of the concert, he surprises you by letting you know he’s on the way to pick you up, telling you to wear something comfortable but nice. You smile lovingly at him when he arrives, happy to not only spend the day with the man you love, but also figuring he has planned something sweet to help distract you from what you will be missing out on today.

· He keeps quiet about your destination as you climb in the car. You egg him on to spill the beans, but even with all your efforts he won’t budge. He remains sitting stoically, the knowing smile on his lips aggravating you to no end as he hums pleasantly to himself.

· Butterflies grow in your stomach when you start to catch on that the route you are taking is the same route to the concert hall. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but can’t help but become fidgety as every exit you take just brings you closer to the venue. Praying desperately that Biscuit is not just teasing, you shoot him pleading glances in hopes he will give up some indication of your final destination.

· Just as you reach your breaking point of HAVING to know, he juts an envelope your way. Opening it with shaky hands, you gasp as your eyes scan quickly scan two front row tickets WITH backstage passes.

· Your jaw nearly hits the floor. You are going to the show? You are sitting front row?? You are going to a meet and greet??? Was this a dream???? Instantly you felt light headed, the pure shock putting you on the verge of passing out. If it weren’t for Biscuit asking “Did I do good baby?” you may have done just that.

· Unable to articulate the words to answer him, you fling yourself on him. Smashing your lips against his, eyes growing watery with tears of elation, you jumbled, unintelligible words of thanks spill from you. Biscuit was momentarily shocked by such an enthusiastic response, but was more than happy to reciprocate, deepening your kiss as he latched on to you fiercely.

· The next few hours floated by like a dream. Meeting your idol, getting a picture with them, even getting to hug them, it was all so surreal. Following that with one of the best shows you have ever seen quickly solidified the day as one of the best in your life.

· Worn out after all the excitement, you head back to the prison where dinner is waiting for you. In between bites, you alternate between gushing about the experience and thanking Biscuit, garnering amused chuckles and loving glances from the large man.

· After you both eat, you get ready to retire early. Fresh from the shower you enter the bedroom. Startled by a sharp intake of breath, your attention darts up to Biscuit to find him sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, his ravenous eyes raking over every inch of you. The off cadence of his breathing mixed with the growing red of his cheeks made him look almost feverish, his hands balling into tight fists in his struggle to restrain himself the longer he took you in. His voice came out in a breathy whisper, “God damn… Do you even know what you do to me, baby?”

· You knew to anyone else, you probably looked like a wreck. You were exhausted, heavy bags under your eyes accompanying a slouch in your shoulders as you shuffled towards to bed, mismatched socks on your feet. You weren’t even dressed sexy, just throwing on one of Biscuits old shirts and some clean underwear to sleep in. But as your eyes met his you blushed under the intensity of his gaze, his drinking you in as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

· A fluttering feeling formed in the pit of your stomach as you, in turn, took in the man you loved more than anything. Your eyes roved over his broad chest, thick arms, strong legs. Biscuit did so much for you; he was the person who made your dreams come true. As you both stared at each other so raptly, so hungrily, you felt yourself beginning to feel intoxicated from just his stare alone.

· With renewed vigor, you sauntered his way. Crawling into his lap, you straddled his leg, leaning in until your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. You felt him quiver beneath you, a smile coming to your lips as his gentlemanly resolve was crumbling, his iron will straining against his deep desire to take you right then and there, ravish you until you were nothing but a blissed out mess beneath him. You wondered just how far you could push him until he snapped.

· “Happy Valentine’s day,” you whisper coquettishly in his ear. A growl rumbles from his throat as you follow up your words with an open mouthed kiss to his neck, “I think it’s high time Mister Oliva gets a present, don’t you?”

*** The whole time I was writing Jack’s part I was like damn… Do they even make cots and tents Jack sized??? ^^;

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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Spencer Reid fic Recs ii!

Even more fics that I read almost on a daily. don’t forget to check these out and give them a like and a comment on how AMAZING they are. also don’t forget to show the authors some love.

touch me ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

of anything ➵ @reidscanehand

summary ➵ Hey there! I don't know if this counts as a prompt or not but Spencer x reader that are child free by choice? If not please ignore this and have a great day and stay safe. 😊

needy ➵ @spencerreidat3am

summary ➵ Nights after Spencer comes home are the best

traffic lights ➵ @wolfprincesszola

summary ➵ You slowly start to see Spencer Reid fall out of love with you and you can’t help but confront him.

million dollar man ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

sexy, fun, and relaxing ➵ @reidslibrarybook

summary ➵ After a long case, all Spencer wants to do is enjoy your company. As he walked into your shared apartment, he’s greeted with a romantic dinner and a sexy, sleeping you.

christmas miracles ➵ @goldentournesol

summary ➵ The one where Spencer and Reader finally get pregnant after 2 years of trying and failing.

The Receptionist and the Profiler ➵ @goldentournesol

summary ➵ Y/N is the BAU’s receptionist and has been engaged to Agent Grant Anderson for what seems like forever. Spencer and Y/N become the best of friends when he joins the BAU. A tale of two skinny lovers, will they find each other or will they grow apart? (loosely based off Jim and Pam from The Office)

be careful what you wish for ➵ @goldentournesol

summary ➵ The one where Spencer gets exactly what he wished for, but it isn’t necessarily for the best.

lit by love ➵ @reidslibrarybook

summary ➵ You come over to Spencer’s apartment hoping to help him during a storm and power outage. Your attempt to help him through his fear of the dark developed into something more than you had planned, leading to an unrevealed confession.

get lucky ➵ @imagining-in-the-margins

summary ➵ The fire alarm in your apartment building goes off at 3AM after a pipe bursts in the middle of winter. You are soaked and you left your wallet in the apartment. You only (barely) know the FBI agent who lives in the building, but he offers to share his jacket, and eventually a hotel room, with you.

the implicit demand for proof ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Separated from the rest of the team for one case, Spencer finally has the confidence to ask Y/N to come over after work.

sweet scent ➵ @gubler-me-up

summary ➵ Idk if ur taking requests but mines really simple lol, just a oneshot of something like reader and Spencer are dating and they’ve done it before obvi and one day he finds out she gets turned on by the smell of him and just makes a big deal out of it and it leads to dom!spencer x sub!reader smut (daddy kink ?) and he’s just surrounding her and she can smell him so good. I think about this a lot. It’s up to you if you write it or not!! I love your account, thank you!!! Much love

nice & naughty ➵ @foxy-eva

summary ➵ His girlfriend has been a very good girl this year which is why Spencer spoils her in every way he knows on Christmas Eve

she’s an angel ➵ @mercy-burning

summary ➵ Spencer discovers that Reader has a rather promiscuous personality behind closed doors, and he can’t help but give into her.

my baby’s got a gun ➵ @writer-in-theory

summary ➵ of all the agents, they never expected spencer to get caught in an unsub's web—most dangerous of all, they never expected it to be her.

every bit, every inch ➵ @drspencerweed

summary ➵ After a long night out, Reader is excited to jump her boyfriend's bones as soon as she sees him. When he gets too in his head, she shows him the best way to get out of it.

my silent screams, our wildest dreams ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems

summary ➵ Reader knows two things, she loves Spencer and Spencer doesn’t love her back. But, she finds herself learning a couple more things that threaten to shake up her world.

right you where you left me ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems

summary ➵ Y/N never expected to see him again. He tore her heart out and left her in the dusty heat of a Las Vegas diner. She never wanted to see him again, but sometimes the heart wants what heart wants.

unconditional love ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems

summary ➵ Spencer is anxious to get home to help his secret fiancée grieve the loss of her beloved cat, Chuck.

like us ➵ @spookydrreid

summary ➵ could you write a fic where there’s a age gap between Spencer and reader (The highest gap you want to write is okay) and she meets the team but they disapprove of her because there just trying to be protective of Spencer?

like you ➵ @spookydrreid

summary ➵ In the weeks following the event at the bar, Spencer had given his friends the cold shoulder.

de-railed ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems

summary ➵ The canon episode "Derailed" reimagined where Reader is sent on the solo interview and Spencer, recklessly, decides to save her. Plus, the aftermath.

the unknown ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ After getting flirted with, Y/n shows Spencer he has nothing to be insecure about.

new and exciting ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Spencer x reader smut where it’s Spencer’s first time?

breaking vows ➵ @alisonsfics

summary ➵ Y/N and Spencer are married, but jealousy, cheating, and pregnancy keep trying to keep them apart. A very angst request. I just want to clarify that neither I nor the person who requested this hate JJ, it’s purely for plot.

one love, two mouths ➵ @sinfulspencer

summary ➵ Season 1 Spencer comforts Reader after a case and feelings come alive.

soft breath ➵ @sinfulspencer

summary ➵ Spencer Reid teaches a seminar in New York.Y/N is one of the attendees, interested both in the topic and the teacher.What happens if they meet in a bar?

jelly ➵ @pinkcoffeecup

summary ➵ When an undercover job goes a little too far, Spencer finds himself grow more and more protective, and somehow jealous of a serial killer.

wisteria ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Spencer runs into a woman and her daughter at the park. They fall in love. She and her daughter, Ivy, join Spencer's little chosen family, and they fit right in.

couch cushions ➵ @lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse

summary ➵ You and Spencer have been dating for a while now and, on a rainy afternoon, you ask him if he wants you the same way you want him.

in the spot light ➵ @pretty-boys-book-club

summary ➵ Hi can i request a Spencer x Blind or Visiually impared reader? I would just imagine the reader coming to his lectures and just she never had the courage to walk up to him. Untill his last lecture however since she is visually impared she by accident stumbles or drops something right infront of Spencer.

bylines to the heart 2 3 4 ➵ @pretty-boys-book-club

summary ➵ You are a young journalist navigating the turbulent job of reporting for a local newspaper in D.C. What happens when you constantly bump into a cute boy genius? Can FBI agents befriend journalists? Can they fall in love with one?

sleeping beauty ➵ @pherelesytsia

summary ➵ After a long day, Spencer returns home to find his pregnant wife sleeping on the sofa.

this city ➵ @therarityoflife

summary ➵ Spencer never expected to find love in a subway busker, and you never expected a song about him to be the thing that kickstarted your career.

angel in a denim jacket ➵ @writer-in-theory

summary ➵ what if, on the worst day of young spencer reid’s life, you had been there?

the way I loved you ➵ @writer-in-theory

summary ➵ from play weddings in the suburbs of las vegas to lavish hotel rooms in new york city, spencer and reader find their way to each other every time.

a moment of weakness ➵ @writer-in-theory

summary ➵ a jane doe walks into a minnesota hospital at 2:13am in the middle of winter, requesting that dr. spencer reid with the fbi be notified. the jane Doe is spencer’s college friend, with whom he’d lost communication over a year before—the friend who, according to everyone else in her life, wasn’t missing at all. so the question still remains, what happened to her in the fourteen months she was gone, and why did no one report her disappearance?

coffee breaks ➵ @pinkcoffeecup

summary ➵ Spencer finds himself smitten by the girl in the coffee shop

surprise me ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ The wait for a proposal comes to a grinding halt when Spencer surprises his girlfriend... and himself

mots d'affirmation ➵ @spencerreidat3am

summary ➵ Sometimes Post prison!Spencer needs to be reminded that he is a good man

late arrival ➵ @sweetyyhippyy

summary ➵ Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Versace on the floor ➵ @sweetyyhippyy

summary ➵ After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

communication ➵ @spencersmagic

summary ➵ When Spencer accidentally hurts reader, he finds himself spiralling.

reality check ➵ @downondilaudid

summary ➵ Spencer gets tired of readers reckless behavior, and finally gives her a little reality check.

taboo nightmare ➵ @downondilaudid

summary ➵ Reader has an amazing one night stand with a stranger from a bar, only to regret her decision days later when she walks into class and realizes he’s her new professor.

Unconventional ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Spencer's first one night stand ends up having a lot of strings when he sees her again at work.

take me home ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Spencer swears he'll never let himself fall in love again.

my good luck charm ➵ @spencersmagic

summary ➵ reader is superstitious (or is she?) and Spencer is in love with her. When the printer at the precinct only works when he walks in, Y/N makes sure to bring him with her whenever she needs to print something.

#spencer reid fic #spencer Reid fic Recs #spencer Reid recommendation #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine

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youn9racha · 3 years

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Bubbles and Essence

Requested by: @jisungsmysugadaddy

Pairing: bf!Chanxafab!reader

Words: 1.6 words

Genre: smut

Synopsis: After long days and night of not seeing his beloved, chan hears a soft hum from the bathroom that puts him in a state of hypnosis with a heart flutter

Warning: soft dom!chan, sub!reader, chan’s an idol here, fingering in the bathtub, make outs, i made his company sound good lmfao #fuckjype, reader calls chan baby boy

Extra notes: god, this makes me wish i had chan as my bf… sigh if only </3 but anyhow, idk what else to add here, so i hope you enjoy it nonetheless !!!!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised. ——————————————————————————-

What a fucking stressful day.

Chan thought to himself as he drives himself back from the building where he works all his might and spends most of his day there. Don’t get him wrong, he loves what he was doing, he wouldn’t give up his job for anything as it is his dream to reach where he’s at. But with his dream job, there’s about have some hiccups in there, and that is how tumultuous anf tiring it can get.

Chan is in no way lazy, no one has ever thought of him as that, not his bandmates, not his partner, not his friends, family, coworkers, not even himself, and this man carries more criticism about himself than praise. If anything, he has the tendency to overwork himself, and he enjoys doing so. But he can admit that at times, it gets really draining and at times he does get burned out with ideas. Comebacks after comebacks, while it sounds great to him, his bandmates, and his fans, it can still take a toll on him and his group’s mental health.

Seeing how drained and tired he was, he was ordered to leave and have a few days off. At first, Chan was skeptical, as he never went through this, however that skepticism was soon changed after realizing two things. His members have often commented about how exhausted he seems. How his eyebags has started to get deeper, how he kind of started to slack off and started to doze and zone out when someone talks to him, all in all he looked like a mess that needed to be fixed.

He knew he needed that break, but he also realized something else. He began thinking of you. While yes, you two live together, but you two only see each other when you both are going to hit the bed and sleep. Oh, how much he misses the late night conversations you two would have in bed, how you two would hold onto each other as you two doze off, or during those sleepless night where you two‘s bare bodies would beautifully touch each other, resulting in heavy breathings and moans spreads through the night.

God damn, does he miss having you in his arms.

He was so deep into his thoughts, that he didn’t even realize that he already reached into the parking lot of his apartment. He shook his head as he sees himself staring at the steering wheel in front of him and got out of his car.

He went into the elevator and pressed the button on the floor where you and him resided on. He tried so hard to not let him get into deep thoughts again, as he couldn’t wait to finally see you, awake and well. The door opened wide and Chan was out of there. He reached to the door of his complex and walked in as he opened up the door with his keys.

He saw the apartment complex being clean but yet quiet. He checked the time and he saw that it was mid afternoon, a time that you would be at home already from work. He walked into the place, took off his shoes, and off to your shared bedroom he goes. He intially wanted to investigate where you could have been, or maybe plan a mini surprise for his sudden appearance, but that all changed when he heard a humming from the shared bathroom.

It was a familiar hum and it was definitely not alarming to Chan as he recognizes your voice from outside the bathroom door. He held the door knob and slowly opened it, hopefully not making a sound. It was no surprised that you left the door unlocked as you were home alone-or at least you thought you did-and you wouldn’t expect anyone would open up the door.

The door was slowly opened wide and there he saw you. You were laid in the bathtub, rose-jasmine candel lit up next to you at a safe distance, bubbles and rose petals covered up to your chest, knees were propped upwards and your hair was tied up. Your relaxed facial expression, head lifted up, closed eyes and slight humming made you look like an angel, maybe even a goddess, to Chan’s eyes. He smiled at the scenery, but he still wanted you to know his presence.

“Chan, I know you’re staring,” You spoke, still not moving from which made Chan look at you in disbelief, “how did you know I was standing?”

“I got psychic powers,” you jokingly remark, which made Chan raise one eyebrow, “also I heard your footsteps and I knew it was you,“ You said, opening your eyes and your head turned to him with a smile, to which he smiled back endearingly and walked up to you. He sat next to you, placing his arm into the edge of the bathtub, “hi, baby.”

”Hi,” You said, leaning towards him to peck him on the lips, then resorted back to your previous position. Chan looked at you with full adoration as the back of your head was placed at the bathtub, exposing your neck to him. “You’re home early,” you said, you may sound calm, but on the inside you’re more than happy to see your physically absent boyfriend. While he does text you, call you, and does sleep next to you, you really did miss his affectionate presence. You couldn’t be too mad at him because you knew it wasn’t his idea to allow him to be the way he is, as you knew he would have made time for you as well. But you couldn’t intervene with his job, so you had to resort to online communication.

“Yeah, my job is letting me have a few days off so I can get back on track,” Chan said, his fingers started to play with the bubbles that were close to your knee, “and also to allow me to get back to your arms again,“ he added, as his fingers tiptoed up your knees.

You smirked at his last remark, “oh, really? Is that what the company told you?”

“Not the last part, but I’d like to have my day offs with you,” Chan’s voice started to become more lower, still playing with your knees. His hands slowly started to submerge under the bubbly water, as he stroked your thigh, and massaging it. He got closer to you, and you twisted your head slightly tilted to look at him with a weak, seductive smile, “I miss you so much, baby,” he whispers into your lips, as his hand went to your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your heat.

You snickered lightly, “I missed you too, babyboy” after you whispered back, and there Chan crashed his lips into yours. It was slow but it was very passionate and fiery, you could tell that Chan was frustrated and he was held back, however he wanted to be sweet and gentle just based on his hestitant fingers not touching your heat.

“Chan,” you breathed out through the kiss, “please..”

“Please what?“ Chan pulled away, his face was still not a far distance from yours. “Touch me,” you whispered back.

”Gladly,” Chan muttered, as he began kissing you, this time his mouth was more opened and let his tongue go up against yours as his hand finally reached you wanted it to be. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, as he let his forefinger enter you, “holy fuck, i can easily slip in you, were you thinking of me, huh?” he pulled away to speak as you moan into his finger inside you.

”Y-yes, Chris, only you,” the way your lips expelled his real name out made his eyes go darker with lust. He smikred at you bottoming out as he slowly began thrusting his finger in you, “call me that, okay?”

”Okay, Chri—ha!” you gasp as you felt him inserting his middle finger inside you as well, stretching you out. Your noises was getting louder, and it didn’t help that Chan was began kissing up your exposed neck. His thrusts in you gradually got faster and rough, making you groan louder. With the pace of his finger, the water started to follow his movements, making some leak out of the bathtub. The floor and the clothes he was wearing getting covered in water as his thrusts were getting faster, and your shaking body holding onto him.

“Ch-Ch-Chris, I-I’m c—fuck!” You mewled, holding onto Chan’s arm, he pulled away from your neck to look at you with a smirk, his curly hair now covering parts of his eyes, “you‘re cumming?”

You couldn’t find yourself speaking so you ended up nodding, as the speed of his fingers and wrist were getting unbelievably faster. His smile and voice started to get darker, “cum then,” its as though he commanded you, because once he said so, your head was thrown back as you whined and whimpered out a noise that was music to Chan’s ears, indicat that you have reached your orgasm.

He slowly stopped thrusting, as he enjoyed the sounds you make when you’re slightly overstimulated. You began panting, as Chan got up and took off his shirt, “this isn’t over, baby, I have my day off, and I’m gonna make you skip tomorrow, just so you and I can hang out more, got it?“

While you heard what Chan said, you still couldn’t speak up, so all you could was look up at him with a smile and nod.

God, do you really miss this man.

#stray kids drabbles #stray kids au #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan fanfic #bang chan drabbles #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #bang chan smut

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nohaijiachi · 2 years

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Be free, plot bunny

I have this omen twins plotbunny that's been gnawing at the back of my head for weeks now and it's driving me insane, but I'm already busy enough as it is and don't have time to embark in the journey of writing another longass fic, so I'm gonna share in super abridged mode: When Godfrey is divested of Grace and banished from the Lands Between, he decides he's going to bring the twins with him, even if it goes against the will of his beloved Marika. He just can't stand the thought of leaving them rotting in the sewers, so he attempts a rescue mission.

Things don't go exactly to plan and he ends up only being able to grab Morgott and run, forced to leave Mohg behind. The twins are young enough that given time Morgott would not remember his brother so, even if it breaks his heart, Godfrey decides to never tell Morgott the truth... Or, at least, only tells him part of the truth, simply omitting Mohg's existence. So at the start Morgott keeps asking and crying for his brother, but as he grows, being told there is no brother, he forgets about him and becomes an adult convinced the vague memories he still has are only old fragments of childhood imagination. He grows up in a more or less stable-er situation, son of the chieftain and surrounded by the trusted crucible knights under his father's command who do not abhor him for being an Omen.

He'd probably be a lot more well adjusted than canon Morgott, overall (even if I still imagine life is hard, out there in the badlands) But how did things go for Mohg? As you can imagine, huh.... Not well. Now completely alone and imprisoned in the bowels of Leyndell, baby Mohg does not understand where his father and brother went, why they are not coming back to him. The memory of Morgott held in Godfrey's arms, reaching out to him in tears, calling his name, is all but seared in his memory like fire. He grows convinced their father took Morgott away from him, and the solitude and complete lack of anyone giving him even a smidge of affection (omen twins care for each other it's canon I don't make the rules) basically makes it so Mohg grows up even more unhinged than canon Mohg. He surely still ends up communing with the Formless Mother, but where canon Mohg wants to challenge the status quo and instate himself in a position of power (if in a highly debatable manner) this Mohg only has one objective: lay absolute waste to all those who wronged him. (Now that I think about it, perhaps it'd be more apt to have him commune with the Flame of Frenzy in this one lol) So idk, Formless Mother or Flame of Frenzy, it doesn't really matter much, what matters is that news of the complete devastation that has spread all over the Lands Between gets even out there in the badlands, soon followed by the new mad monarch's intentions to expand his path of destructive conquest. Then... Idk, Mohg on a rampage gets out there, meets his long lost brother who he probably thought dead and mourned every single day (extra angst bonus: what if in his madness Mohg has been consistently hallucinating what he remembered of Morgott spurring him and encouraging him on his path of destruction) and needless to say the encounter is... Something else. Cannot decide myself if Mohg would end up crumbling at Morgott's feet, too overcome by contrasting feelings to even know what to do, or if he'd be so enraged the destruction he rained on the Lands Between will look like a cakewalk by comparison. As I don't know how it would all end. The inevitable nature of plotbunnies. SO THERE, BUNNY, YOU ARE FREE IN THE WILD NOW, LEAVE ME THE F ALONE AND GO EAT SOME GRASS OR SOMETHING

#Mohg #Morgott #Elden Ring #plotbunny ahoy #I need this off my brain

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circa-specturgia · 2 years

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Writeblr Intro! (I think?)

I admit I’m kind of new to pretty much all of this, posting, Tumblr, Writeblr, you name it. I don’t really know what to write here, but, that’s a statement I’m sure that most of us have made many a time staring at an empty notebook page, an empty document, an empty file, so as with all those, best to just get to it, right?

Of what I’ve gathered seeing some of these while just scrolling and looking around, I take it you’re supposed to write some stuff about yourself in these, and while I’m absolutely dismal at doing that, I’ll do my best! Here’s some stuff I love!

Writing and reading fantasy in particular, from the high to the low and all of the stuff in between!

Contemporary fantasy, supernatural fiction, and urban fantasy are just great y’all.

Anything Sci-Fi. Seriously. From the more energetic and hopeful daring explorations to the cosmic horror and soul-shaking solitude of the abyss, all of it is just so damn brilliant. Especially if there’s science in the science fiction!

Sharing ideas! Talk about people’s WIPs, characters, and just hearing from all these brilliant and creative people! It’s just such a human experience to hear the excitement in someone voice or writing when they share things about something they put so much work and time and love into, y’know?

WORLDBUILDING. There’s just something about a world that’s well thought out with little details, or just unique, and vibrant, and creative that makes me happy, and, per what I said above? Hearing about people’s worlds is the BEST.

Mortally gray characters, Queer characters, Morally gray queer characters.

As for just general stuff:

Oversized anything, hoodies, sweaters, all of it is so comfy!

Tea.

Drawing! I do traditional art with just pencil and paper, and hope to draw more stuff for the stuff I write, although I get caught in the trap of striving to perfectionism too often…

Music! My taste is all over the place, but, I guess it’s really just anything that catches my ear, that I’ll enjoy! Soundtrack-style music is probably what I’d describe to be my favorite stuff though, music I can see scenes being written to, which is often times a process of inspiration for me.

DnD is just wild. If you write and haven’t ever played you’re missing out. If you just haven’t played in general, you’re missing out! I DM for a few friends of mine, though I admit not too often though I wish I could…

I’m a guy, still figuring stuff out but I guess Bi and Pan are labels that fit, and he/him, but I’ve been called lots and I accept any!

About my WIPs!

I’ve got three! Two are mine, one is a collaboration I’m writing together with my partner cause they’re a brilliant writer too, and are so much better at writing and creating character dynamics than me, and they’re the person who got me into writing in the first place!

Mundi Somniorum / Circa Specturgia

Title is a work in progress as I’m not too happy with it, can’t decide which one I prefer over the other. I can’t say I have a wordcount I’m aiming at, but it’s the world and characters I’ve put the most work into, and plan to continue, and see where it goes! I’m not sure how to describe the genre as I was never too good with the genre stuff but I’d say I just add whatever I feel is interesting to a high fantasy world with some magic realism set in the 1500-1700s! If I like something I find a way to add it, weave it in and incorporate it into the patchwork, and I find that to be the most fun!

Found family, enemies-to-lovers, very-close-knit main cast, lots of magic and queerness and pain, and a vibrant and expansive world I hope to continue expanding on!

I’ll tag it as #circa specturgia and #wip.circa specturgia when I post about it!

Prometheus

Technically is kinda sorta a bit of a fanfic…? I think? Is it a fanfic if all you took from canon was some character archetypes and the general direction and scenario from the opening of the show? I’ll just call it a WIP idk.

A story inspired by VLD and fueled by spite and disgruntled annoyance at the train-wreck of a dumpster fire that it became, I love it so much. Lots of inspiration taken from stories like Interstellar, and The Martian, and fandoms like SCP, forming a sort of Sci-fi story! Pretty much anything that I find to be cool Sci-fi that doesn’t quite fit in my more fantasy oriented WIP, goes in here!

The crew of the first superluminal interstellar voyage, the Prometheus, become lost outside the observable universe, in unknown space, more than 46.5 billion light years from home, with no feasible way to return. Soon however, they find they are far from being alone, surrounded by the ruins of alien civilizations, and unraveling the mystery of what happened….

The album “Exogenesis” by Audiomachine for the vibes if anyone feels like looking into em, and Audiomachine in general since they make great music for inspiration!

I’ll tag it as #prometheus and #wip.prometheus when I post about it!

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr community #writing community #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #my WIPs? kinda?#wip introduction #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia #prometheus #wip.prometheus

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years

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Nobody to Somebody

Summary: You started in Riley’s newborn army and now you’re moving up to Volterra, Italy.

Warnings: violence, hints of possessiveness, fluff,

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Felix, Demetri, Jane, Alec Volturi x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,114

A/n: Might make more parts to this, idk. Also, I know that Alec and Jane are supposed to be really young but I imagine them as older teenagers. Also, Alec and Jane are not mates. The guard are not mated together they just share you, the reader, as a mate. So, no incest.

Masterlist

You were a nobody. Honestly, you had nothing to do with the drama of the supernatural world yet you were still pulled into it. You were innocently driving through Seattle to Mount Vermont when you were killed.

Riley had dragged you out of the motel parking lot and bit you in the neck. The pain is indescribable. You screamed so loud yet nobody came to your aid. When the torment stopped a different pain started. A hunger that could only be satisfied with the blood of humans.

You turned into a completely different person within a span of a couple hours. You were stronger, faster, and deadlier. You were put into a group of others like you. It was a constant battle for survival. Everyone fought for their food. Everyone fought to be higher on the pecking order. Everyone fought you.

You were at the top, just below Riley. You weren’t in charge of anything but you certainly were the strongest. Those with the balls to go up against you found themselves dismembered before they could touch a hair on your head.

You were one of the few that were gifted. You had the ability to control people. You couldn’t control their thoughts. No, you controlled their bodies. You could force anybody to do anything and they couldn’t fight against it. At least you haven’t found someone who could fight against it.

You could make them rip off their own arms, bite off their own tongue, set themselves on fire and burn to death. You could force two or more of them to fight themselves if you so pleased. Your ability to control made you valuable. Riley did everything in his power to keep you.

You loved the power you had over everybody. You loved the pampering Riley gave you. You were arrogant but not quite ambitious yet. You were satisfied with the way things were, for the moment. You didn’t think about the future, you didn’t think about expanding your power. You just lived in the moment.

You were also the only one who met Victoria. She had a special plan for you. She whispered promises of grandeur that you couldn’t deny.

No longer were you the family girl that was content with a normal life. No longer were you the girl who was satisfied with being in the background. No longer were you the girl who wouldn’t harm a fly.

No, now you were the girl who killed anybody who got in the way of what you wanted. You were the girl with power and riches. As far as you were concerned, you were on top of the world. You could take anything you wanted and as the months passed, your ambition grew. You were beginning to want more.

However, you felt obligated to help your creators with their Cullen problem. You vowed to help them. Once they were taken care of you would move on to grander things.

When the time to attack the Cullens came, Victoria kept you by her side. You knew she had a vendetta against someone specifically and you were chomping at the bits to tear someone apart.

“They’re not here,” Victoria growls loudly. You growl as well wanting to join the fight but loyally stayed by her side.

“Where could they be?” You ask her. Victoria huffs racing through the woods. You pursed your lips but quickly followed after her. Riley joined up with the two of your as you made your way into the mountains.

Riley steps into view of the Cullen and human first. You observe them from the cover of the trees. The Cullen stood protectively in front of the human. She shared the same scent that had lead the other newborns into the clearing. Had all of this fighting been over this human?

“Riley... Listen to me. Victoria is just using you to distract me. She knows I’ll kill you. In fact, she’ll be glad she didn’t have to deal with you anymore.”

“Don’t listen, Riley,” Victoria pleads standing on a rock to the side of Riley. You slowly make an appearce behind your creator. The Cullen’s eye moves to you as does the humans. “I told you about their mind tricks.”

“I can read her mind. So, I know what she thinks of you.” He tells Riley.

“He’s lying.” Victoria insists.

“She only created you and this army to avenger her true mate, James.” Your eyes go to Victoria. “That’s the only thing she cares about. Not you.”

“There’s only you. You know that.” Victoria vows him but you can tell that she’s lying. You smirk enjoying the show unraveling before you.

“Think about it. You’re from Forks, you know the area. That’s the only reason she chose you. She doesn’t love you.”

“Riley, don’t let him do this to us. You know I love you.” Victoria promises. You watch Riley curiously. You could sense the doubt in him but then he goes to attack. You flinch and move away when a wolf comes and chomps on Riley. Your eyes scan the area for more wolves not wanting to fall victim to one of them.

“You won’t get a chance like this again!” Your head turns back to the Cullen and Victoria. He continues to taunt her while you turn your focus to the human. You take a few slow steps toward her until her eyes catch yours. Your gaze hardens as you try to control her. Your intrigued when you find her just standing there when she should be choking herself.

You step back into the tree when the human moves with her vampire. You wanted a good fight but you also wanted to observe. Everything made sense now. Victoria wanted revenge for the death of her mate while the vampire tries to protect his. I guess even as a deadly vampire you’re still a romantic. You weren’t quite sure who you wanted to win.

Riley came back into view, you briefly wonder about the wolf. He and Victoria gain the upper hand until the human cuts herself with a rock. Your eyes instantly go black and all you can think about is the blood. Before you know it you’re running for her but her mate grabs you and throws you into the woods.

By the time you return you gain control of yourself. You had been working hard on control when you found out you were stronger and more dangerous with a clear head instead of being controlled by animal instincts.

“Victoria!! Victoria!” Riley screams, breaking your concentration. You felt bad for Riley and took a few steps toward him before you stopped yourself.

Riley and Victoria knew you wanted to branch out on your own but that didn’t mean they would let you go without a fight. You knew how valuable you were to them. Nobody gives up their strongest player.

You didn’t want to be the one to kill him, you still felt the slightest connection to him for turning you. However, while the connection makes you not want to kill him it doesn’t necessarily compel you to save him.

You smirk, stepping back from the scene. You would let the wolf take care of your problem. You hoped that the other vampire would take care of Victoria as well. Then, you’d be free and could do whatever you wanted.

You look away from Riley and back toward Victoria. You were pleased to see her losing the fight. Only when you stopped hearing Riley’s screams and saw Victoria’s head on the ground did you turn to leave the scene.

“Wait!” The Cullen calls after you. You turn your head ever so slightly.

“I have nothing against you and your family. I won’t cause any trouble.” You promise him.

“I know,” He nods, stepping closer but keeping his body between you and his mate. You smirk slightly knowing he could stop you from getting to her if you truly wanted too. “I can help you.”

“You help me?” You tilt your head. “Oh? How so?”

“You want power, you want to be at the top. Have you heard of the Volturi?” He asks.

“No.” You answer, your eyes narrowing.

“They’re vampire royalty. They’ll be at the clearing to assess the damage. You can leave with them, join their coven.” He tells you. You stare at him.

“And what do you get out of this?” You wonder.

“Time.” He says, turning his head toward his human mate.

“I’ll stick around, doesn’t mean I’ll go with them.” You say before leaving them on the mountain. You find the clearing and unsurprisingly see all the newborns dead.

“Wait! Don’t hurt her!” A woman with short hair shouts when you walk out of the forest. You eye the wolves and the Cullens cautiously. “The Volturi will be here shortly.” You slowly nod. Eventually The two from the mountain join you. You watch as a stray newborn almost kills a wolf before the drama seems to end.

The Cullen clan stand together. You notice Bree standing behind them. She had been in the army. She was one of the lower vampires, a vampire that didn’t do much. You’re slightly surprised that she survived.

You don’t have much time to dwell on Bree when something catches your attention. Four distinct yet mouthwatering scents. Scents that tempt you more than any amount of fresh blood. You can just feel your eyes darkening even more.

Four figures in cloaks enter the clearing. The two in the middle wear midnight black ones while the outside two sport charcoal grey robes. They lower their hoods and their ruby red eyes fall on you at the same time.

Your instinct is to move to stand by them, your body even shifts toward them but you’re hesitant. You don’t know how to act. You don’t know what to do. Logic tells you that your scent appeals to them as theirs does to you but you hesitate nonetheless.

Seeing the conflict in your eyes, the furthest from you, the shorter of the two in the grey cloaks, holds his hand out in your direction. There’s a sly yet inviting smirk on his face. Your body reacts before your mind. You rush in front of him, your hand instinctively falling into his gloved one. He yanks you into his chest, his arm snaking around your waist.

Both of your heads fall into each others neck. You both breathe in each others scent but he’s the only one brave enough to place a gentle kiss on your marble skin.

“Impressive,” A melodic voice reaches your ears. You pull from his neck to look at her. He refuse to release you forcing you to shuffle around in his arms.

When you’re settled, his grip tightens forcing you impossibly close. With your back pressed against his chest, you watch the exchange between the Cullens the the cloaked vampires you assume to be the Volturi. Any anxiety that may have been present disappears the longer you’re in his arms.

“I’ve never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact.”

“We were lucky.”

“I doubt that.”

“It appears we missed an entertaining fight.” Your eyes shift from the blond girl to the one beside her. You wanted to be closer to them but you didn’t want to leave his arms. You didn’t understand and the unknown was frustrating you.

“Shh,” He whispers in your ear as he senses your growing distress. “Just a little longer.” He promises bumping his nose against the side of her head.

“It’s not often we’re rendered unnecessary,” She mentions.

“Had you arrived a half an hour ago you would have fulfilled your purpose.” You glared at him as he spoke to her rudely. Before another work could be exchanged you broke his arm without lifting a finger. He tries to hold in his groan but everyone picks up on it. Naturally, everyone looks to the blond on your side of the field but you just stand there with a satisfied smirk.

“You missed one,” The attention turns to Bree.

“We offered her asylum in exchange for her surrender.”

“That wasn’t yours to offer,” She tells him. “Why did you come?” She asks but Bree doesn’t answer. Your eyebrows instantly raise when the newborn falls to the ground screaming. You look to the blond beside you and realize why the all mistook the vampires pain to be her doing instead of you. “Who created you?”

“You don’t need to do that, she’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“I know,”

“I-I don’t know,” Bree whimpers. “Riley wouldn’t tell us. He said that our thoughts weren’t safe.”

“Her name was Victoria, perhaps you knew her.”

“Edward, had the Volturi had knowledge of Viktoria they would have stopped her. Isn’t that right Jane?”

Jane. A name so simple yet so perfect for the beautiful blond. You found yourself desperate to know more about her. To know more about all of them.

“Of course,” Jane assures them.

“Whatever Bree doesn’t know, Y/n will. She was in the thick of it with Victoria and Riley,” Edward tells them. The cloaks look at you but you keep your hard stare on Edward.

“You wouldn’t be suggesting something about our mate, would you?” The man equipping the midnight black cloak questions Edward, his voice edgier than before. As he spoke, the man holding you tightens his grip even more.

Mate. Of course the logical part of you knew but to say it out loud and to accept that it’s real is something else. You wanted to feel relief that they acknowledge that you’re their mate but you can’t help but to feel tense. They’re weren’t reacting to Bree very well and you had done more damage than she ever has. How would they treat you?

“No, of course not.” The leader of the coven promises before sending Edward a look.

“Felix,” Jane says, turning her head slightly toward the tallest.

“She didn’t know what she was doing!” Jane stops Felix. “We’ll take responsibility for her.”

“Give her a chance”

“The Volturi don’t give second chances,” Jane states causing your body to go tense. The man holding your nuzzles shamelessly into the crook of your neck. You can hear him purring quietly. It helps calm you down but the anxiety in your chest lingers. “Keep that in mind, Caius will be interested to see that she’s still human”

“The date is set.”

“Take care of that Felix. I’d like to take our mate home.” Jane says. Felix glances at her then to you before moving to take care of Bree. You flinch when Bree’s screams abruptly stop.

“It’s alright,” The man holding you whispers. “Come on.” He grabs ahold of your hand and leads you out of the clearing. You follow them, leaving the Cullen’s behind without a second thought. They don’t stop until you reach an airfield where a private jet is waiting for you.

You take a moment to stare at it. You’ve never been on a plane before. You wonder where they’re taking you but you keep your questions to yourself. You figured you could count your lucky stars you didn’t end up like Bree, now isn’t the time to push your luck.

You knew that if you needed too you could destroy all of them but the thought of putting them through any sort of pain is displeasing to you. In fact, you hated the thought of them in pain. You knew you would destroy anybody who harms them. Though, this meant you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself against them should they decide to tear you apart. You’d much rather choose death.

“You’re thinking very hard,” You turn to look at Jane. You hadn’t even realized that the five of you had boarded the plane. “You must have questions for us.”

“Umm... Names would be a nice start,” You say, surprised by how quiet your voice is. The last few months you’ve had to be authoritative and demanding yet now you’re quiet and walking on egg shells.

“Of course,” Jane says giving you a gentle smile, a complete contrast to the girl you had seen in the clearing. She still seems reserved but she’s also more relaxed. “I’m Jane and this is my twin, Alec. That is Demetri and Felix.”

“Y/n,” You introduce yourself.

“You’re still tense,” Demetri notices. He sits beside you and rests his hand on your leg. “What worries you?” You look at him for a moment debating if you should keep your worries to yourself.

“No harm will come to you,” Alec promises. Your eyes turn to him. He notices the subtle relief in your posture. “We would never allow anything to happen to you. You’re safe with us.” Demetri leans over and kisses the side of your head as Felix sits besde you, the twins occupying the seats across from you.

“I thought you didn’t give second chances?”

“You’re special,” Jane tells you. “You’re our mate. Our masters will be forgiving toward you.”

“Masters?”

“How much do you know?” Demetri questions.

“Up until yesterday I thought we burned in the sun,” You tell him. “I don’t know much of anything and I’m sure whatever I do know is most likely wrong.”

“When were you turned?” Felix asks. “We’ve been watching the army for a few months but we never smelt you.”

“Victoria and Riley liked to keep me separate from the others. I’ve only been a vampire maybe 5 months? I was only allowed with the others if they were getting too rowdy and needed to be knocked down a peg or two,” You tell them with your naturally cocky smirk.

“Oh? And what did you do?” Demetri questions.

“I can control people. I can make you do whatever I want,” You tell him.

“So, you could make someone shut up when they talk too much?” Felix smirks sending a look at Demetri.

“Well, yes but I normally just make them bite off their own tongue,” You state. Their eyes return to you and you suddenly get the feeling you spoke out of turn.

“Beautiful and deadly,” Demetri hums rubbing his head against yours as if to scent you. “Perfect,” He growls.

“Completely perfect.” Jane agrees. Your eyes turn to her. “You’ll fit right in, my love.”

“And where are we going?” You ask her.

“Volterra, Italy.” She tells you. “It’s where the Volturi reside and where you will live with us.”

“Sounds fun,” You smirk, holding her gaze feeling completely unintimidated by her despite knowing what she can do.

Volterra, Italy. Sounds like the perfect place to satisfy your ambitions with your mates by your side.

#Volturi #Twilight #Alec x reader #Jane x reader #Felix x reader #Demetri x reader #Vampire!reader #x reader #x y/n #x female!reader #female!reader #Cullens #Eclipse #Riley Biers #Victoria #Mate #Soulmate #Poly

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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HC: Haikyuu Captains doing the ring light TikTok trend Characters: Daichi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Terushima, Kuroo, Oikawa

Brought to you by ME ACTING UP WITH ALL THOSE SHITS ON MY FYP. Idk if its trending in other countries cause all the video that goes on my fyp abt this trend is Indonesian so, uh idk. But for those who don't know, its this trend <3 (check the sound)

No one and I mean NO ONE expected him to actually do it literally NO ONE

His tiktok acc probably got famous because he shared gym tips and just replied to a bunch of funny comments loving his body or something

Then this trend pops up in a similar time he posted a vid of him just training and someone (you) commented about him doing the trend

"With those muscles you'd probably look good in that trend 👀"

You obviously didn't expect him to do it AT ALL so you just continued teasing it

Until he asked you to record it for him and you're like ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Obviously he's serious and when you helped him with the transition needless to say you felt quite light headed at seeing his shoulder muscles so prominent with the ring light

His video transition and caption is him replying to your comment

"Let's find out" <- That's what I think of him doing

Question translation: "Does eating a lot of meat make you fat?" Caption translation: "Hope this answers"

Everyone knew he was going to do it one way or another

His tiktok is probably just filled with thirst traps and replying to thirsty comments asking him to say baby or something

Or just him pretending to be innocent with his tongue piercing when HE KNOWS what it does to people

His video probably starts with him pretending to do it and then not doing it and scolding his viewers for thinking he'd do it

Then it'll come to a transition and boom he's flexing his muscles

Probably the type to do it with a bunch of ring light colors too, since all of his followers want to see him in a red light or a purple one

He'd send every single one of it to you and just boast about how hot he probably looks

You'd agree obviously

How I imagine him doing it

Translation: Huh? Huhhh? What are you guys waiting for huh? Y'all are naughty. ~transition~

This man

Now this man

He's special

His tiktoks are ones that are the most random shit he decides to post

Whether that's like planned videos with Kenma (who begrudgingly accepts) and his teammates or just random storytimes about random shit with a video of him training or stretching

Everyone's always and I mean always thirsting after him

And sometimes when he's feeling mischievous he'd reply to a comment with a video and say something like

"Thank you, but I have a partner."

Before bursting into laughter at the comments always thinking he's lying cause HE SAYS THAT BUT HE NEVER SHOWS HIS PARTNER

Then obviously there are those people who are attacking those who want to see his partner saying shit like they're probably very private, you shouldn't force him too

etc etc

well one day he got tired of all the assumptions everyone was making, whether that was about his relationship or you in general

So he decided to introduce you in the hottest and egotistical way possible.

Flexing his muscle + flexing how cool you are = a perfect post in his eyes

This man is a bastard and a tease

His tiktoks are wildcard where it's filled with him either just showing off his skills

Or making thirst traps to make fangirls scream

Or just randomly doing nothing but still GETTING THE VIEWS

Like he pops up in EVERYONE'S fyp and NO ONE IS MAD, whether that's straightok, alt tok, dark tok, witch tok, booktok, animetok, republican tok, TRUMPTOK, he shows up in everyone's fyp

No one

NO one is mad

And if there are some random ugly dudes in the comments who are mad, he just replies with random words to confuse them

Then one day you go up to him with a new thirst trap idea

He immediately agrees

He's the type to laugh or pose with a cheeky grin at the end after flexing his muscles as if he didn't just make a group of schoolgirls faint

His caption would be deadly (to you) though, he'd say something like, girlfriend in the comments

And then everyone would run to see the pinned comments, only to see him saying Jk

a fucking menace

NOW THIS MAN

You're the one who suggested it to him, since like... his muscles are... well... do I even need to say it?

He's incredible that's all you need to know

But you just wanted to see his fangirls scream

Since his tiktoks are filled with him randomly either pranking people accidentally

Or being his goofy self just recording random things in his life making the most mundane things so interesting to people becaue of his personality

He's tiktok's sweetheart

Then one day he drops the thirst trap

Captioned: "Don't know if I did it right."

HE WILL PLAY IT DUMB

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING

But if someone comments thirsting him or complimenting his muscles he'd play stupid when he responds.

The only reason he has a tiktok is because Tendou somehow convinced him to download it

Tendou and you specifically

But Tendou was extremely adamant that Ushijima had the app

He didn't see the joy in it at first until his fyp started to know his likings and then he's opening random food and cooking tiktoks with a lot of professional volleyball players videos or edits before he goes to bed

He doesn't post anything, doesn't see the appeal in it and his account's private so it doesn't matter if he posts anything either

But you and Tendou post about him A LOT

You and Tendou both know the muscular volleyball player would gain you two a lot of views

So when it was a known thing that you and Tendou were very close friends with him, you made tiktoks almost constantly with the other two

Your viewers and followers were elated every time you three were together

Tendou being extremely energetic in every one of your videos, you just behind the camera laughing your ass off and Ushijima just there

It was a hilarious and perfect dynamic that your viewers loved

But something your viewers also lived and loved for was your boyfriend's physique

You weren't shy about showing him off so when the trend came

Somehow, you were able to convince him to do it, but he only agreed to do it from a different angle since he felt rather weird about having the camera in front of him for a short period of time before the transition

Hence the abs shot instead of the shoulder muscle shot

Ignore the first part

#oikawa x reader #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #daichi x reader #terushima x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #terushima yuuji #oikawa toru #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x reader

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aoitrinity · 4 years

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Why Do I Have to Feel Like a Fucking Conspiracy Theorist -- OR -- How I Find a Semblance of Peace on Sunday Night

I’m also going to start this out with a GIANT DISCLAIMER.

I am about to theorize about what may have happened to the SPN finale. I have absolutely no insider knowledge. I am merely speculating here based on the panels and a bunch of Twitter and Tumblr posts that I have been reading over the last few days. If you are not in a good place to read such things, TURN BACK PLEASE. Go take care of yourself and your mental health. You and your feelings are valid and deserve to be handled gently right now.

Additionally, if you are here to give me shit for being unhappy with the ending, please walk away as well. I am here to reach out and share my feelings with people who might be struggling to make sense of something that upset some of us in very deep-seated ways. I am not here to bother you or critique you or tell you that you’re lesser because you liked the ending. If you felt it was good, then go enjoy it.

Long-ass post beneath the cut, everyone.

Alrighty folks...I debated whether or not to do this because I have been spiraling down the hell that is the SPN finale since Thursday. The travesty of what happened to our show--to this beloved show that seemed to have been so perfectly and precisely written for at least four years that it had basically already paved its own tarmac on which to land its plane and we all thought we knew exactly what we were going to get. And then we didn’t. We had a nigh Cas-less and entirely Eileen-less ending. We had no goodbye between Cas and Jack. We had Dean dying young after finally finding his freedom, only to ascend to heaven with no one but Bobby. We had the weird, weird, weird incest-y death scene. We had the bridge crane shot thing because...sure. You do you, Robert Singer.

It was so terrible, so truly awful, and I couldn’t seem to square any of it with anything we had known going in. I tossed and turned and cried and didn’t eat or sleep all weekend. I spent hours just reloading tumblr and twitter, going to the Misha panel, reading and reading and listening and trying to figure out what the fucking hell is going on because I needed to know exactly where to direct my anger. And after a fuckton of talking with @winchester-reload, I think we have at least a very plausible theory about what happened here--I’m laying it out below as much for my own peace of mind as anything else, because otherwise all of these thoughts are going to continue to spin around in my head for weeks and I won’t be able to do jack shit.

Now to start off, unfortunately I do think Dean was slated to die from the beginning of this season. I don’t know WHY they thought that was the best way to go, and I wish they had listened to Jensen on this one. Part of me wonders if it was an order from on high based on the discussion between Becky and Chuck earlier this season--the writers knew it wasn’t a great choice, but they were trying to signal to us that we should feel free to write our own endings to the story because they’d be better (I can wax poetic on the signs of why many of the writers probably wanted Dean to live, but that’s another post). I’m not defending that choice by any means, just laying it out there that I think they didn’t necessarily all want to kill Dean like they did.

However, what I THINK I can explain now is what happened with Misha and why we got so jerked around with Cas’s story. Consider what we know (I can’t immediately source all of it, but I did my best):

At the end of episode 15x19, Lucifer has been returned to the Empty after being killed AGAIN. He talks with Cas. Maybe harasses him a bit about Dean, idk. But then...Jack shows up. New God Jack. And he picks up Cas and pulls him out of the Empty, leaving Lucifer behind, because seriously. Fuck that guy (also leaving behind his abusive father is character growth for Jack, so yay for that).

-Misha was contracted to film 15 episodes this season. He was only in 14.

-Misha told Michael Sheen he had to go back to film 1.5 episodes after the shutdown in March. (Starts at 6:13)

-Misha was in Vancouver during filming of the finale.

-Mark P said at Darklight Con that the last scene he filmed was with Alex and Misha (and Mark P was only in episode 19).

-Misha implied that he was present for various filming moments, including Dean’s death (start at 35:15), and said that it felt like a “mini-reunion.”

-Various sources have mentioned that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale.

-After episode 18, Stands tweeted a fan who was angered and hurt by Cas's death that they could talk about the “bury the gays” issue after the finale aired.

-In episode 19 we know there were takes of the parking lot scene where the only thing fans observing could hear was Dean yelling “CAS” at Chuck (fuck I can’t find this one right now, but it’s definitely out there)

-Also in episode 19, we had a very strange, awkward montage at the end of the episode.

-In episode 20, we know there were a FUCKTON of missing scenes

-We also had no opening montage, but three other separate montages.

-Carry on My Wayward Son was played TWICE, back-to-back at the end of the episode.

-Episode 20 was shorter than normal and had surprisingly little dialogue. The pacing was VERY strange.

-The cast and crew has been almost completely silent about the finale since it came out. When they have spoken, it has been with an awkward excuse of “Uh...COVID?”

-Samantha Ferris has specifically noted that, despite the Harvelle’s being back in play and a big heaven reunion having been planned pre-COVID, neither she nor Chad Lindberg received any such invitation to return.

-Cas and Dean POP Funko figures were pictured together in a replica of Harvelle’s in 15x04.

NOW with all of this in mind (and I’m probably missing some stuff too because there is so much--feel free to add on to that list), please bear with me because here is what I think we were SUPPOSED to get POST-COVID (after it was determined that the reunion couldn’t happen because of the virus):

In episode 20, we start with our NORMAL OPENING MONTAGE, like always. It traces everything that happened during the season. We are reminded of Cas. The confession. Rowena. Eileen. Jack. Billie, God, the Empty, all of it.

Things then follow along in the episode where they did up until Dean dies and wakes up in heaven. After his conversation with Bobby, he drives off to find Cas (who, in the script, was listed as “Jimmy Novak” in order to protect against script leaks--who wouldn’t want to do their best to avoid spoilers about the finale with the wrapping of a fifteen-year show?). He does indeed find Cas. We get Dean’s end of the confession. Hell, maybe we even get a kiss. And then Dean sets up his new heaven home in the recreated Harvelle’s. Maybe Cas even fucking moves in.

Years pass. We get Sam having his life on Earth (still can’t explain why they cut Eileen and couldn’t even have Sam signing vaguely to the blurry brunette in the background; if anyone wants to take that on, go for it). Eventually, Cas tells Dean that it’s almost Sam’s time. Dean takes Baby and goes to meet Sam at the bridge. The cover of Carry on My Wayward Son plays during this much shorter sequence. End of episode.

But that’s not what we got. Instead, much of what I just wrote about was excised from the episode. The remnants were stitched together after shooting had been wrapped. Filler was added in the form of montages and long, unnecessary extra shots to get the episode to something approaching a reasonable length.

But why? Why would they spend all that time and money and quarantining on Misha, only to almost completely cut him out of the finale? I struggled with why the fuck the CW would want this mammoth show to go down as the greatest queerbait in TV history when they had the chance to do something truly beautiful and monumental with it? It couldn’t just be sheer homophobia, right? Well, I think that factored into it, my friends, but here is where my head is at right now.

It was about cold, hard cash.

Now I could be wrong, but this is what I’m thinking at the moment: Supernatural is going off of the air. Supernatural, the CW’s cash cow for fifteen years. Sure there is still money to be made on blu-rays and merchandise and cons...but they need people watching their shows. They need that sweet advertising revenue. And you know what show they have about to premiere? A show that could, potentially, bring with it a chunk of that SPN revenue?

Walker.

And if any of you know anything about the original Walker Texas Ranger, you know that the show was predominantly a show about a very heterosexual white man being very excessively heterosexual. And for SOME REASON over the years, many of the execs at the CW still seem to think that this show, Supernatural, is really attractive to a lot of middle-American white men...whom they desperately want to watch this new show with this guy from Supernatural that they already know.

Now here’s where COVID fucked us. I think Destiel was greenlit by TPTB, at least in SOME form, before COVID. But then the pandemic happened, and they panicked. They got the cut of the last two episodes and watched them in their original, probably queer form. And then, the execs at CW looked at the economy. They looked at their cash cow, about to make its journey to the great beyond. And they looked at this new little calf Walker that they were so desperately worried about. And they made a choice.

They decided that it would be too risky to take the step with Destiel. They were worried about frightening off their ever-so-valuable hetero male demographic with the possibility that a traditionally masculine man in his 40s could be in love with another man in an overt way. It was homophobia mixed with greed, spun up by fear for their revenues because of COVID.

So they called in Singer, possibly Dabb, although I wouldn’t be surprised if they went straight to Singer. They told them that Destiel had to go: executive orders. And the only way to make it go in a way that removed any trace of what had been there was to rewrite what happened to Cas and cut him out from the last two episodes entirely. It was too late to reshoot anything. They had to just cut and stitch and fill with bullshit montages.

They removed the scene at the end of 19, probably because Cas and Lucifer discussed Dean. All that was left of Misha there was his voice on that fake phone call. They may have cut other things too, but I would bet my life that they cut a scene from the end of the episode and replaced it with that very strange montage. Then they moved onto 20. They cut out every scene with Cas. And left in only two platonic mentions of him, neither made by Dean. They tried to imply that Cas might show up in Dean’s heaven at some point, but that was as far as the editors could go in the time they had. They filled in with montages, awkwardly long shots, anything they could do to fill all of those missing scenes.

And they even had to take the opening montage, because literally everything in it pointed to Cas being there at the end of it all. They wouldn’t be able to leave out his scenes, they were too critical to the season. They couldn’t cut his confession without raising eyebrows. So they cut the whole thing and moved “Carry On My Wayward Son” to one of the newly-added driving montages at the end. Which is why we awkwardly had both songs play back-to-back--again, such a strange choice unless they were out of options and couldn’t exactly buy rights to a new track or compose anything else.

And so we were left with the shadow of the finale that we deserved, that Cas and Dean deserved. We were left without resolution or happiness or words. Bobo told us the most important thing about happiness is just “saying it” and our characters were silenced without anyone ever knowing the truth.

I think the writers might have known and been given the new party line that “Misha never filmed, he couldn’t, sorry, it was COVID, no one’s fault!” But I don’t think most of the cast even knew it had happened until they watched the finale on Thursday with us (though they might have been confused why the bit from 15x19 was sliced, they could reasonably have assumed it was a time thing and also BL episodes don’t make sense anyway). Why do I say that?

Well, first of all, Misha started sending out a bunch of excited texts to fans with some old BTS pictures about an hour before the show started airing on EST. He also wanted his children to see the episode, his YOUNG children. Why would he show them such a traumatic episode if their Dad wasn’t in it? What if it was because he wanted them to witness what was going to be a monumental moment in queer television history that their DAD got to be a part of? And then that was all dashed.

Which is why I think the cast and crew went almost completely radio silent the next day. I don’t think they knew. And based on how they have been acting on social media since then, I think many of them are absolutely furious, but they have been silenced because of NDAs, because they want to find work again in a cutthroat industry, because they don’t want to bring down the hellfire of Warner Brothers Entertainment upon themselves. So the most we have gotten is a little acknowledgement from the MERCHANDISING COMPANY trying to validate our pain (god bless Shirts, she is a LIFESAVER) and a response to my salty tweet about keeping good stuff in the closet from Adam Williams (the VFX coordinator) that seemed to acknowledge the validity of my complaint.

Then there was a scramble behind the scenes, I would bet my life. Talking points were fed to the boys who had panels today, to CE, to all the cast and crew:

Toe the party line. Misha never filmed. This was always about COVID. Do not mention Destiel. Do not mention Dean’s feelings for Cas. Do not promote the Castiel Project or anything that validates the idea that this was anything less than a superb ending.

And that is why we have heard so little from the cast on this front, and what we have heard has been muddled and contradictory. That is why the writers are saying nothing. That is why we have been left adrift.

Now before I close this out, I do want to say that I really, genuinely do not think this was on the writers at all. I feel like they tried to give us the best ending that they could, in a writers room that we know is notorious for splitting along party lines about the overall story (BL and Singer, who have always been about the brothers and their man-pain vs. Dabb and the rest who always seemed to want more for them and for Cas). I think they did everything in their power to at least end with Dean and Cas happy together. If they could give us nothing else, they wanted to give us that. And then the network took it from them. From us. From everyone.

For the sake of fucking money.

And the WORST PART OF IT ALL, for me, is that in the wake of this disaster, the fans have been left to try and figure out what happened. We have had to wade through a mire of conflicting information in the midst of all of our collective anger and grief over this garbage ending of a show many of us have loved and even relied on for YEARS, all the while wondering if we’re just fucking crazy, if we have all fallen collectively into the hole of conspiracy theories. That hurts ESPECIALLY badly because we have taken so many hits over the years from other groups on social media saying we were crazy for seeing things that weren’t there (especially Destiel), for writing meta and analyzing tropes and believing the evidence of our eyes and ears. The network has made us relive that entire nightmare WHILE processing our grief for a show we wanted so badly to celebrate and which instead we now have to mourn.

So again guys, I cannot prove that this is exactly what happened at all; this is simply my idea of what may have happened. But right now, it’s the most sense I can make from this mess, and to be honest, the act of typing it out has helped me enormously in my processing of it all. I feel like I can see more clearly, like I know where to target my outrage and where to direct empathy. I feel like just fucking maybe, I might be able to do my job tomorrow without bursting into tears at random moments.

I really hope that this post has helped some of you to, in some small way, process this too. We get through this the way that Misha told us at his panel this morning, the way the writers have told us to do all season long...we throw out the story God gave us and we make it better. We write our characters the happy endings they deserve.

We save them.

One last thing--if you have not already, please consider channeling your rage into a donation to one of the five causes our fandom has put together to pay tribute to our beloved show and to mourn the ending it should have had:

-The Castiel Project

-Dean Winchester is Love

-Sam Winchester Project

-The National Association of the Deaf

-The Jack Kline Project

#supernatural season 15 #spn finale #speculation #destiel #destielgate #the ending was not the ending #fuck the cw #trust the story #we were robbed

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nerves-nebula · 3 years

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hi your "hunter escapes and has a fun little camping moment" au is living rent free in my brain rn, please Please share some more thoughts and rambles about it!

ANON PLEASE- (affectionate)

you gotta understand I was not lying when I said I have 5 pages of a google doc worth of comic ideas. Unfortunately it's still kind of a mess and I'm still sorting out some of the basic dynamics of this AU. I also like the idea of keeping most of my notes and making them into their own comics/posts so idk how I feel about just saying stuff in a list AND YET.

So here's some stuff I think I can say outside of a comic?? I’ll still probably make some of these into comics/doodles, but anyway I hope this is what you were looking for.

Hunter:

Hunter gets very into studying wild magic up close, something he wasn't allowed to do much before. But now he lives in the forest surrounded by wild magic. Because of this I plan for him to discover a few glyphs on his own, like Luz does, mainly the plant one. But you’ll see how that goes later ;)

He's also still trying to cure his uncles curse. He insists he's not going to go back to Belos, but if pressed on why he's searching for a cure for a man he plans to never see again, he'll get very defensive and angry. Sometimes it's not as easy as "I'm leaving and never coming back." sometimes you still wanna help the people who hurt you :P and THAT one is from personal experience

Hunter takes a while to really get into the whole “I’m on my own and can do whatever I want” thing, but I plan for him to mess around with his presentation once he gets more comfortable.

Rascal helps him change his eye bandages! I haven’t decided if his eye is damaged yet or just the area around it tho so stay tuned.

Hunter will often assign himself “missions” to go on because he doesn’t know what else to do with his free time. He knows he doesn’t technically have any deadlines or stuff like that anymore but he gets stressed not having a goal to strive towards so to cope he just.. gives himself arbitrary goals !

Funfact! This is not the first time Hunters pissed Belos off so bad that he’s fled the castle for a moment. But it IS the first time he stays away for this long.

Home Hunter AU subscribes to the “Hunter is the grimwalker/a clone of Belos’ brother” theory just for extra angst. I kind of like the idea that he wasn’t even a big part of Belos’ plans though, just that Belos saw a chance to “Bring back” his brother and went for it fsdfsfsdf.

Hunter is terrified of relying on someone too much because no matter how much he trusts them, they could always kick him out. And he’d rather kick himself out before they get the chance. Boys still got issues, is what I’m saying.

Because Hunter lives in the woods he starts to get a bit... Feral. People will not see him for a week only to realize he’s been not showering or changing his clothes. He was never the most normally-socialized kid but now he’s in the habit of hissing at people the way he does at wild animals that encroach on his tent.

Hunter is very possessive of his belongings (he has so few) and will tackle you if you try to take something from him without asking. He also hoards food and has trouble sharing it, but he feels a bit more embarrassed about this habit than others so he tries to hide it.

Luz:

Luz is basically the first person Hunter reaches out to after living in the woods for a few weeks, and she’s the only one he trusts, at first.

She offers to let Hunter stay at the owl house a LOT, and sometimes he does :D ! But usually only if it’s raining or he has an injury he can’t heal himself, or if they’re just hanging out.

Luz’s Super Secret Sad Boy plan is to try to trick Hunter into staying at the owl house for extended periods of time, so that he eventually doesn’t want to go back to the forest. She brings it up A LOT. This has yet to work though, because Hunter feels very uncomfortable about not understanding their family dynamic. That and it makes him feel a bit worse about his own. (kind of like when you go to your friends house and their parents are nice, so you cry afterwards. But to the extreme that he has trouble relaxing cause he’s viscerally aware of how much he doesn’t feel like he fits in.)

Luz tried to teach Hunter glyphs but he brushed it off. 1. because he’s still nervous about wild magic lmao but 2. because he didn’t think he needed to learn them since he has Rascal. He only starts looking into them when he personally finds them in nature on his own. After that point he starts eavesdropping on Lillith and Eda’s glyph lessons and hijinks ensue.

Lillith:

I’m actually super down for the idea that Lillith would bond with goldie in some way. They both know what Belos is like so they can bitch about him together!

I’m also a fan of the “Lillith regrets calling Hunter a brat” idea. Idk if she’s canonically seen his face or anything but I like to think that, at least NOW, she sees him for what he really is. A poor little meow meow.

That being said don’t think that Mom!Eda is out for the count. They’re ✨ co-parents ✨ and I like to think they bring different things to the table when it comes to caring about Hunter. Raine might show up eventaully too :D. They still can’t get him to move out of the woods tho.

Belos:

Not much to say about him and his plans yet, but what usually happens when Hunter runs off after upsetting Belos is that he comes back a few hour/days later with something to win back Belos’ favor. So the emperor isn’t concerned at first, but then a week passes, and then another.

In this AU Belos is very protective of Hunter but in a weird, possessive, fucked up way. Basically, he’s convinced himself that nothing is really a threat to him or Hunter (since he trained Hunter personally and believes in his nephews abilities). He was never afraid of Hunter being killed or leaving him cause he never considered those things as possibilities. So when Hunter doesn’t come back and is seen actively avoiding him, he goes a little apeshit? But like in a subtle way? Like, he’s losing it but quietly lmao. BASICALLY I do have plan for Belos to attempt to do a lot of stuff to catch/coerce Hunter, and maybe he succeeds! We’ll see.

That should be enough for now!

important to note that a lot of this could change on a whim since I’m still thinking about all of it but y e ah these are some things I’ve mused about.

also I hope this makes sense, I’m not really a writer so I just kinda type it how I talk it I guess.

#toh hunter #toh #the owl house #hunter toh #luz noceda #emperor belos #the golden guard #lillith clawthorne #eda clawthorne #home hunter au #ask #nnstuff

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Haikyuu Boys; a kiss on the nape

A/N: haikyuu!! boys, y/n kissing their nape. idk i just love imagining them with y/n. enjoy ^^

Pairings: Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Tsukishima x reader

Osamu

-you both are enjoying the afternoon sun while resting at the bench somewhere in the city.

You are both tired of walking because it’s an enjoyable date.

-osamu’s been busy telling you stuff about his restaurant and you’re so happy hearing his voice. It’s been weeks since you last dated, and you really miss him.

-as he continues to tell you stories, you can’t help but suddenly close the gap between you two and grab his right shoulder and kiss his pretty nape.

-and when you look at him, he’s totally blushing and holding his nape.

-“Oh you did that on purpose.” he said and he suddenly grabs you for a formal kiss.

Atsumu

-it’s his rest day, and you two planned to have some movie date at his own apartment.

-you sitting on the couch and him sitting on the floor and between your legs. You like caressing his grown hair and he seems to enjoy it too.

-he’s wearing a thin white shirt, and it’s really kind of sexy because it’s also fit and you can easily see his toned body. XD

-but what you really like is his nape. You always have this urge to just bite or kiss it. And now that he’s so focused on the movie, you already got the chance.

-you bow a little and then kiss his nape.

-you really enjoy his reactions. Atsumu suddenly stands up, and touches his nape, he looks at you blushing and still shocked.

-”Y/n, you know i’m actually trying so hard not to be so aggressive, but because you did this, i have to make you pay.” he said, with so much hunger in his eyes.

-he suddenly carries you to his bedroom while deeply kissing you.

Suna

-sleeping together is actually one of your intimate times together with suna.

-hugging each other, kissing from time to time, hearing each other's heartbeats are your happy place.

-suna can sleep longer than anyone which means you actually wake up earlier because you’re already famished.

-looking at your boyfriend, you know he will soon wake up.

-”hey, why aren't you hugging me? I want my personal pillow babe.” he said while he’s a bit sleepy. “I can’t babe, I had to do our dinner. I'm hungry.” ous said despite the fact you wanted to sleep more with him.

-he looks at you with a serious face of rejection, “whatever,” he said and he turns his back from you and he hugs a pillow instead.

-you laugh a little knowing he’s a bit pissed and still sleepy. Just how much time does he need to complete his sleep? Then your attention goes to his exposed nape.

-as payment for him being snobby, you dive in and kiss his nape. Knowing he’s a bit ticklish on that part, you enjoyed seeing him blush as he looks back at you.

-”you are seriously in trouble babe.” he said and then he pulled you back to him. Enjoying the rest of the evening with lots of sweet things with him.

Bokuto

-while you prepare your dinner, bokuto is busy watching some volleyball matches in the living room. This has been his hobby for quite a long time while waiting for dinner.

-today is one of the MYSB team’s so-called day off, and the two of you had an interesting whole day to date and be with each other.

-you watch him as he enjoys watching a match and he is so engrossed in it and you felt a bit jealous. You wanted to have an intimate time with him but he’s “busy”. While being jealous you can see his wide back and that sexy nape he has while he wears a simple blue fitted shirt. God, he’s so sexy.

-you can’t resist it, and you walk towards him and pretend to just pat his hair. He automatically holds your hands and makes you hug him from behind. You struggle a little to continue your plan, until you manage you kiss his nape, sending little electricity into his body.

-he suddenly looked back, and you can see his blushing face. “y/n, what are you doing?” he said. He stands up and you know he’s not interested in watching anymore.

-you laugh as he hugs you from behind too, and starts kissing your nape too. Your laugh turns into little moans as he didn’t stop those erotic kisses.

Akaashi

-you are currently studying with akaashi at his house for the upcoming midterms. Going inside his room actually makes you a bit nervous, but you know this is akaashi. He won't do anything weird.

-looking at this man, you feel so lucky to have him as your boyfriend. He’s actually more beautiful than you (than us lmao).

-”are you bored, princess?” he noticed that you’re already daydreaming and not studying. You just pout, “this problem is so hard, I can't continue.” you stand up and go to his side to show your note.

-akasshi’s already looking at your notes, “ah, this one. I’ll show you how. Listen, you should exchange this into this one and find the value of this number…” as he continues explaining the problem to you, your attention is actually drawn to his nape. You remember that he was actually a bit ticklish on that part. And you as a naughty one, you think about doing something to try teasing him.

-a few seconds and your lips are already touching his nape. Akaashi shudders a little bit, and he automatically touches his nape after you kiss him.

-”Y/a, that is a dangerous move! I need to be patient until we graduate, or I can't stop myself.” he said while blushing.

-and you can’t help yourself but giggle at the fact he felt embarrassed saying those words.

Kuroo

-you two are quietly sitting on the couch one night and talking random things and all stuff that happens the whole day.

-kuroo tells you things while his head rests on your chest, somehow he likes hearing your heartbeat. And you enjoy it too.

-then suddenly, his phone rings and he has to sit up to answer his call. While he is still on the phone, you can’t help but admire his physique. And you really love his nape, it’s really beautiful and sexy. Since he’s busy, you wanted to tease him a little.

-hugging him from behind which shocked him, you then place your lips on his nape and kiss it. He froze a little, you enjoy his reaction, and you even lick his nape for the final act. He then chuckled a little

-” talk to you later, i have a very naughty cat here, and i have to punish it. Bye.” as he pressed the end button he looked at you, with eyes filled with desire.

-”you naughty kitty.” After he said that, he attacked you with the sweetest and wild kiss ever.

Kenma

-You two fight this morning and he chooses to ignore you.

-tired from his stream since this morning, he slipped to your shared bed that night and then hugs you. You can’t help but forgive him, because he’s so cute the way he apologizes now.

-”tired?” you asked him. “Yeah, and i’m sorry for neglecting you on your rest day.” you smiled as you hugged him back. “Yeah, it’s okay. We can have another day off next week.”

-he looks at you, and you know he’s tired and hungry. “Let me reheat the food. You haven’t had your dinner.” you sit up as you get your jacket.

-when suddenly, kenma hugs you from behind and plants kisses on your nape. When you start to moan a little, he then kisses your ear and says “actually, i’m not hungry for food, y/n.”

-and guess who didn’t have dinner tonight. XD

Tsukishima

-he’s looking at the thermometer and then he looks at you while you are in bed, comforters all over you. “Guess who's the idiot getting a fever in summer?” he then smirked. “Hey, i don’t have a fever, i’m just tired.” You said as he was getting some medicines on the medicine box.

-”yeah right, you’re just tired.” he laughs. “Guess i’ll be staying for today, hmm?” and you couldn’t be happier hearing that. “What about work?” you said. He looks at you and smirks, “i can’t let an idiot like you struggle while having a fever.” you blushed and pout at the same time. “I’m not an idiot.” you said looking away.”

-and true to his words, tsukishima didn’t go to work but stays with you. That afternoon, as you wake up, he’s reading a book sitting on the floor beside your bed. You already felt better after your rest.

-when you suddenly felt the urge to kiss him on his nape which he didn’t complain about. Giving you more access and you pulled him back to bed. He’s now laying beside you.

-”i didn’t know fever will make you this daring, y/n. I hope you know what you’re doing.” he said and he then kisses you.

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Ok but imagine; instead of Mammon showing the MC around it’s Lucifer/Satan or whatever brothers.

How would the game play out? Like what brothers would they bond with the most the fastest etc (it’s usually Mammon and Levi that take the fastest to MC)

Ugh, my heart. Mammon is up there next to Levi in my favorites, and thinking that hurts, but also it would completely change the game and I think it could completely change the relationships MC has!

I agree Mammon and Levi would be the fastest, but also Beel. He just seems to always be on MC's side. The others just need more time to trust MC.

This is just my opinion on how I think the game would be different. I would love to hear what you guys think! (Most of these are pretty lenient on the exact order, it is just a general idea).

I guess this is going to be set up kinda like a Most to Least likely to...

!!!SPOILER WARNING!!!

For Chapters 1 - 20

So I am going to make a numbered list for the order of how MC gets close with/makes pacts with. The bolded word or Header tells you which brother was told to take care of MC, like Mammon is in Obey Me. (Parentheses and italics is my reasoning)

Originial: (Mammon)

Mammon

Leviathan

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

Belphegor

Lucifer

First-Born: (Lucifer)

Mammon (Lucifer would get busy with work and push off his protector duties to Mammon because he is the second strongest)

Beelzebub (I can also see Lucifer giving protective duties to Beel because he knows Beel is strong enough to defend MC by himself. So Beel could replace Mammon as number one. They are tied.)

Lucifer (He would be with MC most of the time and would build up a lot of trust with them. So I feel like he would be pretty high on the list)

Leviathan (He would start to get a little jealous and want to know why this human is getting so much attention! Are they really that cool!?)

Asmodeus (I could see Asmodeus feeling the same way as Levi. Mainly because Lucifer never makes pacts so now he wants to know what's up with the human.)

Belphegor (Belphie is apart of the Lucifer hate club, but he would come around because of Beel.)

Satan (He is also part of the Lucifer hate club. I think it would take a lot of convincing for him to make a pact with MC. Mainly because they are with Lucifer all the time and they probably take his side more than Satan's.)

The Lord of Shadows: (Levi)

Leviathan (At first he would ignore them because he thinks they are a normie, but then he starts to show them things and sees they have similar interests. Also online school for MC?)

Mammon (I could see Levi doing the same thing Mammon did to him in the original game. "Mammon stole my figure. Make a pact with him and force him to give it back")

Beelzebub (I just think Levi likes Beel more than some of the other Brothers so they hang out a good amount)

Satan (Levi shares some of the same taste in shows as Satan so binge fest to get to know each other?)

Asmodeus (Asmodeus is very outgoing compared to Levi, that is why I put him so low because the two are just different)

Belphegor (He is kinda locked up... and I think he has a sense of pride and doesn't want to make a pact with humans because of his disdain at this time)

Lucifer (I think Lucifer is the hardest to get a pact with because of his pride and he really needs to trust MC, so he is going to be on the bottom for most of these and that is why)

Hungry Twin: (Beel)

Beelzebub (Of course he would make a pact with MC first! Especially if they mention Belphie early enough)

Mammon (Mammon would stomp into Beel's room angry about something and just find MC sitting and they would hang and get close)

Leviathan (Again, I just feel like Beel and Levi get a long. As long as Beel doesn't eat some of his limited edition stuff...)

Asmodeus (Asmo is busy with impressing the masses, but will eventually take notice of MC and become interested)

Satan (I feel like Satan needs time to fully trust MC, that is why he is lower)

Belphegor (He is down here, because I think he is a little reluctant to make a pact with a human, but I think Beel would stand up for MC and he would change his mind)

Lucifer (Same as above)

Avatar of Wrath: (Satan)

Satan (I just think spending so much time with him would make him trust MC enough to make a pact)

Asmodeus (of course Asmo would be next because he hangs around Satan a lot)

Leviathan (He would pop in to trade books with Satan or talk about their shared interests in shows and then MC would join in making him interested in them)

Mammon (idk why, but I feel like he is here. I can't explain it, but I could also see him being below Beel)

Beelzebub (It's not like I want Beel to be last, I just wanted all the others to be first, but I think he could easily be up there)

Belphegor (Same as Levi)

Lucifer (Same as above)

Most Beautiful Demon: (Asmodeus)

Asmodeus (He probably isn't very protective at first, mainly just having them follow him around, but then he notices their adorable mannerisms and face so he makes a pact.)

Satan (Asmo and Satan hang out a lot, so I just think that logically he would be the next closest)

Leviathan (He would get jealous and would want to know MC. But I could also see him below Beel)

Beelzebub (I feel like Beel would become MC's protector when Asmo goes out to party and doesn't take MC)

Mammon (I think he could be higher, but I put him this low because I feel like Asmo picks on Mammon the most and he would be afraid to hang out with MC and be made fun of)

Belphegor (Same as Levi)

Lucifer (Same as above)

Sleepy Cow: (Belphie)

Belphegor (So Belphie isn't the "protector", but just think if Belphegor desperately made a pact with MC first to get out. That is this list)

Beelzebub (I feel like MC would mentions Belphie's desperation and he would be down)

Mammon (I just feel like he latches onto MC and takes care of them with Beel)

Leviathan (I feel like this would play out the same as in the original)

Satan (Would love to put Lucifer in his place if you mention it to him. Because Lucifer put Belphie in the attic and everything)

Asmodeus (He doesn't have a motive to take down Lucifer or help Belphie, he just thinks MC is great)

Lucifer (This one is different. I think he is the last one because he knows about MC's plan and doesn't want them using his power against him)

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sullengirl416 · 3 years

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things you didn’t know about him

part 1

warnings: none it's just fluff i guess lol and this might not be proofread because im so lazy so I apologize for any grammar errors in advance 🦥

notes: i absolutely love this bc this is what i imagine megumi. also forgive me again. idk if this is called a headcanon or something like that i forgot the word for it 💀 aaand i think about this a lot and it feels rlly nice to write ab it :) anyways hope u enjoy dis :P

We all know 'gumi bear likes to keep to himself and is very private with his life. But before you dated Megumi, you were very good friends with him and his friends Nobara and Yuuji. Y'all would do every thing together and often hang out in each other's houses whenever you plan to. Even though you did your best to make him share to you about his personal life, there were some things you didn't quite know about when you two first started dating. Things like:

-he wears reading glasses

-he only uses them when he's using his laptop or more often when he's reading. his glasses look something like this and boy does he look HANDSOME with them.

-though he never really wears them in public or outside his home just because and only because when he does he'll find Nobara and Yuuji teasing the heck out of him (pls save dis boi)

-and plus it makes you feel really lucky and happy that you're the only one who can see him like this a lot.

-in the beginning of your relationship, you already know most about him and he thought he didn't need to tell you he wears glasses and you were a SUCKER for pretty boys with glasses.. (I know I am 😏)... but oh my god this man looks so good in them.

-you would very often just stare at him while he reads, watching him as he pushes the bridge of the eyeglasses to prevent it from leaving his nose until he notices your drooliness and he just goes "what are you staring at?" he asked you, smiling. "nothing" you say, and you immediately turn away, covering you face as you thought to yourself "he's so pretty i want to cry". the simple act makes you fall over and over again for this boy, honestly.

-but of course there was always that one time when you first noticed his pretty face become even prettier with his black framed glasses.

"hey, 'gumi?" you spoke up as you watch your boyfriend open the pages of his book while pushing the right rim upward with his knuckle. he hummed in response, slightly shifting his attention to you as he focuses on his book. "I didn't know you wore glasses" you said smilingly to the boy leaning on the headboard of his bed.

he turns to you and sees your smirk while he tries to hide his blushing face but fails miserably. you made your way towards the bed as he stutters "oh- um- well- yes."

you try your best to seductively take the book away from his hands and gently put them on the bed as he watches you sit on his lap.

both of your arms made their way up to his, wrapping them around his neck as you used your other hand to ruffle the hair near his nape. and he just stares at you, obviously blushing but a confused expression is sculpted on his face.

"um-" he starts. you lightly giggle as you bite your lower lip. "what?" confused, as he asks you, your hand still playing with his soft locks. you leaned into his ear, feeling your warm breath near the helix of his ear as you whisper the words

"you're just so pretty with those glasses, it makes me wanna kiss you."

after hearing those words, he combusts.

every ounce of his being now swallowed whole with the feeling of so much blood pooling in the apples of his cheeks. he's was so hyperfixated in blushing so hard his eyes are almost watery.

you pull away and smiled at him softly as you tilt your head playfully. with him avoiding eye contact with you, you gently grabbed his jaw, signaling him to look at you in the eyes.

you closed the gap between the two of you as you closed you eyes as you kissed him softly. you smile in the kiss as you felt him kiss you back then you pull away, hearing him faintly whine from your recent action.

you smile at him again teasingly as you looked at him, kissed his temple, preparing yourself to leave his lap only for him to take his glasses off and pull your arm to kiss you again. deeply this time.

his actions made you squeal and giggle right after, once again wrapping your arms around his neck.

"i guess i should start wearing my glasses more often then" he smirks.

whew I definitely blushed and squealed so many times while writing this um. leave your thoughts in the comments below lmk whatcha think.;) also im sorry idk how to write kissing scenes :/ I'll post a part 2 soon :P

#jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #megumi fluff #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #megumi headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk fluff #megumi imagine #megumi fushiguro x reader

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needleandhammer · 3 years

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From Simmer to Score

Pairing: Soft!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: Curtis is good with his hands. And other stuff.

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit, smut, oral sex, penetration, fingering, dub con breeding, unprotected sex, breeding kink sort of, size kink, petite!reader, Curtis' fingers

Word count: 4k

A/N: This doesn't really fit the prompt i chose from @stargazingfangirl18 's 5k Soft Dark Challenge: "You hire a local handyman to help you with a few home projects." But the prompt still inspired this. I wanted to take the prompt somewhere more explicitly dark but once again my contribution to this challenge turned marshmallow soft. This is an au, non-apocalypse au, normal life au, idk. Just self-indulgent. Also, it was a struggle finding a gif of clean Curtis. Because he's clean in this and not living on a train, i swear.

“Try again. Very good. Let’s have you run through the exercises and then we’ll take a look at the new homework."

At your smile, the little girl nods and quickly turns to concentrate on coordinating her footwork on the pedals of your old Altenberg while reading the notes in front of her.

You back away, heading to the kitchen for some iced tea. You nearly forget your other guest who sits at the table.

This is the third time he’s accompanied Wendy for her lessons. For a man of his size, Curtis makes no sound except the faint swish of pages turning in his book. Like before, he arrived with Wendy, nodded a greeting at you, waited for your invitation to the kitchen, and then spent the entire hour silently reading.

You pull the fridge door open and pour tea into three glasses. You quietly slide one towards him. Curtis’ eyes flicker up to you, brilliantly blue, and he gives you a low murmur.

“Thanks.”

You’re about to return to Wendy when you hear your name in Curtis’ smooth baritone.

He nods to the notepad left on the table. “I, uh, noticed your reminder to call for maintenance. Something wrong?”

“Oh.” You tidy up the table, sheepish at being caught procrastinating house chores. “Just needed a second look at the water heater. The repair company came by and we tested things out when they were done, but the next day I had no hot water.”

You grimace, thinking of taking another cold shower.

“If you’re okay with it, I can grab my tool bag from my car and take a look,” he says.

You’re not prepared for the offer. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

He shakes his head, no hesitance. “I don’t mind at all. As long as you don’t.”

“I mean. I-I would really appreciate the help.”

Your time with Wendy ends after you review practice goals with her until her next lesson.

Curtis joins you two. “Hot water is running again.”

Your jaw drops and you skip to the kitchen. Hot water pours out of your faucet. You return, unable to resist grinning widely at him.

“Thank you, Curtis. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Curtis taught my dad everything about fixing houses!” Wendy chirped. He offers her a crooked smile.

“Do you have everything?” you ask your young pupil.

While Wendy thanks you and you help her pack, Curtis watches on with a faint curve to his lips.

“Edgar’s changing over to late shifts for the next couple of months. I’ll probably be driving Wendy to lessons again.”

You nod. “Sounds good. See you both then.”

After they leave, you enjoy a glorious steamy shower and then you settle onto your couch with a plate of leftover grilled veggies and fish.

Reviewing your schedule, you consider taking on one or two more students. It was years ago that you gave private lessons to help pay for college. Nearly a decade of moving between a few jobs, you are now in a quiet suburb working with a team of digital designers. The job allows you to work from home half the week, a flexibility you take great appreciation in. The professional stability encouraged you to return to music and to helping others develop their musical interests.

Wendy is your only student at the moment as you want to ease into taking on this additional responsibility. You smile, recalling your initial meeting with Wendy and her father, Edgar. Her father’s bubbly energy is such a stark contrast to Curtis. Edgar opened up quickly, sharing that he and Wendy’s mother were no longer together, that he would support whatever Wendy wanted to do. There was a perpetually youthful vigor to the room when Edgar was present.

Wendy calls Curtis, Uncle, and his adoration for her is clear. He barely said two words when he was here the first time. It doesn’t bother you. You get the impression Curtis purposely tries to not draw attention to himself, and you can empathize with that preference for tranquility.

_ _ _ _

It’s a windy day, heavy with rain clouds, the next time Wendy and Curtis are over.

“I saw your screen door was down. Planning on replacing it?” Curtis asks when you wrap up with Wendy.

“Nah. I was just going to look up what I would need and try fixing it myself.”

“It’s kind of heavy.”

His tone doesn’t imply any skepticism aimed at you and you’re not offended. You’re used to people calling you ‘small,’ though you’re not small so much as you’re short. You like to think you take up ample space. You also admit strength is not something you have in abundance. Your whole life you relied on family and friends for a lot of literal heavy lifting. But Curtis already helped you out once.

“I could fix it up.”

“I won’t ask you to do that.”

“It’s no bother, really. I’m happy to help out.”

He promises to be quick about it. While he works, Wendy happily practices on your piano.

“I have Oreos,” you announce.

She pauses to grab a cookie. “Thank you so much for letting me practice longer.”

“Of course, dear.”

She chats a bit about her upcoming birthday plans, as children are wont to do.

Curtis pops his head in. “All set. Do you want to take a look?”

You follow him out back. Swinging the screen door on its hinges, you nodded appraisingly.

“I suppose it passes inspection.” You look up with a cheeky smile, pleased to see Curtis’ lips twitching. “Thank you. Really, Curtis. I do wish you’d let me pay you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Besides, you’re great with Wendy. I’m grateful for that.”

You can tell he loves Wendy just as much as if he was her father. “In that case, I shall give Wendy her next lesson for free.”

He blinks at you, trailing behind as you make your way inside and calling out to Wendy.

Curtis has resigned himself to a quiet, bare life. He doesn't think he wants anything much. He has Edgar’s loyalty, a result of the brotherhood he formed in his impoverished teen years. They survived together, looked out for each other. Once Wendy came along like a little star burning in a smoggy midnight, Curtis counted himself lucky to witness the little girl growing up. A chance to help nourish one seed.

The first time he arrived with Wendy at your home, Curtis couldn’t help listening in on the entire lesson, making no progress in his book. Your clear voice, your generous encouragement. You, light on your feet moving so swiftly. You, barely reaching his shoulders yet mighty in spirit, curvy and sensuous. Curtis had an urge to lift you in his palms to be stored safely in his pocket.

_ _ _ _

And so things follow. Wendy diligently learning and Curtis primarily accompanying her, taking his place at your kitchen table. You come to enjoy his steady, grounding presence just a couple steps away from you and Wendy.

Now and then, he’ll notice some upkeep you’re doing – a leaky faucet, a box of new light bulbs on your counter – and volunteer his assistance. You are reluctant to put him to work, sure that he spends enough of his days working and doing chores in his own home and besides these are tasks you can handle even if you find them tedious. Curtis is always gentle in his offers, always obtains your permission first. As time goes by and you grow less shy about accepting his help and he grows more comfortable in your space, you realize working with his hands is second nature to Curtis.

It doesn't take long for Curtis to admit to himself he wants to be near you.

Curtis doesn’t meddle. He doesn’t mingle. He doesn’t have any interest in widening his social circle. He is aware you thrived on your own for a long time, just like him; and like he has Edgar and Wendy, you have a small close-knit group of friends. Lending a hand to you doesn’t count because you are like him.

Maybe this is why he lets his guard down under your roof. There is something kindred in your calm nature that his soul responds to. Under your roof, no silences need to be filled; no pretenses forced upon him. Your invitation to rest is unspoken – he hears it and almost weeps. The more time he spends with you, like two wavelengths in tune, the stronger his urge to insert himself. To fix, or in some way leave his mark on your home. Curtis doesn’t have any interest in widening his social circle. Lending a hand to you didn't count. Until he cannot help it. He doesn’t reach out for you, doesn’t try to prove you’ll curve perfectly within his arms; but he’ll ensure your softness can curl up in a sturdy home and delight in simple pleasures.

One evening, when Edgar works later than usual, you ask if Wendy and Curtis would join you for dinner.

“Nothing fancy. I have some noodle soup and salad. Curtis, can you call Edgar to meet us here?”

Wendy sets the table. Curtis assists with the food.

He’s quick to cup your hand in his when it's nicked with a knife. You can’t help leaning into him as he runs your finger under water, wraps it in clean paper towel. He finishes with the salad, making you sit at the table.

Edgar joins you all, tired but quickly gaining energy with food and a few sips of wine. You are full and warmed by their company. While Edgar cheers on Wendy while she practices from her book, you feel Curtis’ fingers curl over your hand. His thumb brushes over your cut. You share a smile with him.

_ _ _ _

You settle into your little Toyota only to find it won’t start. It stumps you because you never had issues with this car before. You have no experience with car maintenance and don’t know the first thing to check for an engine that won’t wake.

Calling Curtis to see if you can reschedule, he insists that he can swing by to pick you up.

He had called you, his voice almost shy. He wanted to surprise Wendy for her birthday with a piano and asked for your help.

You direct Curtis to the string instruments shop in the city’s downtown area. The two of you are greeted by a sales staff upon entry. When asked, Curtis looks to you, wordless, so you do your best to describe to the salesperson what you're looking for.

There are several options of acoustic and digital instruments. You give little demonstrations on a few pianos that you consider reasonably priced.

“Curtis, check this one out.” Your hold on his sleeve is loose and propels him towards one of the upright Baldwin pianos.

“I think any of these would suit Wendy. The sounds are clear, and they don’t take up too much space. The salesperson said this one is second-hand and it’s in really good shape.” You press a few chords, then look up at Curtis with a smile.

He looks at you, gaze gentle. “I’m not worried about price. I’ll take whatever you recommend.”

That was his general response when you asked his opinion during your time in the shop: he was up for anything you recommended. Other than that, he trailed behind you so that the salesperson assumed you were the primary purchaser. Much like in your house, Curtis seemed to try hard to not draw attention. Oddly, you didn’t think anyone in the same room with him could help noticing him. Even with the dark apparel he favored, Curtis’ reserved nature can't hide all the intensity and strength just thrumming beneath the surface of his tall imposing build.

You convince him to sit beside you on the bench. He’s never played before, but humors you and tries random combinations of thirds with you. You watch his hands – clean, wide, with thick fingers – hover and slide along the keys.

He nudges you.

“Sorry. I was just impressed your sausage fingers are quite nimble.”

A half-hearted glare. “Thank you. For coming with me.”

“If I say you’re welcome, will you take a look at my car when we get back?”

He stays for dinner.

It starts raining and you have to rush out to gather hanging linens. He helps and you both run back inside. You're giddy at his eagerness to assist, resulting in damp clothing on you both.

“Oh, let’s dump it here. I’ll fold it tomorrow.” You are happy to leave the laundry in a pile on an armchair, in too good of a mood to care.

You catch him with his attention on you, a look so soft you have to look away, walk blindly a few steps. His touch is on your arm, turning you around just as you reach the piano.

He dips his head low to press chapped lips to yours, capturing your lips more, closing in to envelope you in his heat.

Curtis’ hands grip your hips with a quick jostle against the piano, prompting a slur of bright notes ringing from the keyboard that you are pressed against. And then he’s hitching you further up and firmly in his arms. His tongue licks against yours. You slant your open mouth, inviting him to taste, to devour you from the inside out. Your legs wrap around his waist like you belong there, tethered to this point in time. There’s no past or future, only Curtis, only feeling safe and real in his arms now now now.

You barely register Curtis moving, tipping you onto the couch cushions to hover over you so close. You can’t remember burning for someone like this. You can’t remember much of anything, focused on Curtis, solid and unyielding between your thighs, muscles buzzing with raw strength.

You want so badly to know more of him. Your hands wander shamelessly under his shirt, sliding up his wide back, grazing under to squeeze appreciatively at his pecs only to be called south by a narrowing of hair that leads you on until you bump his belt buckle.

You’re distracted by the tease of hot kisses he drops along your neck. There’s something sweet, vulnerable in how you allow him access to the delicate skin there. It makes Curtis bury his nose against the crook of your jaw, a long moment for him to whisper something like a prayer, before his tongue swirls and he nibbles your ear lobe. Your high pitched gasp hastens his desire. Your shirt is gone. Your bra untangled from your arms. Your breasts, oh, Curtis takes a mouthful of one fleshy breast, sucking greedily when you moan, breathless and aching now.

You claw at his shirt until it too disappears. You wriggle to help Curtis pull your pants and underwear off. Your legs want to yank him back to you, but he braces himself to allow just a bit more space between you both than before.

“Let me.” It’s almost a growl, and you want to say yes, but you want to kiss him more. You’re clinging by his neck, drinking from his soft lips, until you both part to draw breath.

His hand caresses your cheek, sliding over to slip two fingers into your slack mouth. Your tongue swipes at them, lips close to suck them in, eager to touch and taste any part of him. Jaw tight, Curtis pulls his fingers away and down. Down. His hand spans large over your curves and you hold your breath, grit your teeth. One finger saturated with saliva, sinks into your cunt. You swear you can feel more arousal dripping from you to soak his hand and he adds another finger, drawing short whimpers from you as his fingers withdraw and plunge in. God, you won’t ever tease him about his fingers again because they’re perfect. Agonizing in their quest to undo you.

His voice is husky groans, wanting so bad to feel your oh so tight cunt around his cock. Soon.

He tortures you, adds a third finger. You’re riding them, whimpering as he pumps them in you and parts the digits to stretch you. His weight slides away and you can only grasp at his hair, you’re barely glimpsing his head between your legs before you arch high when his thick wet tongue swirls and licks your folds, dialing up the white hot blooming inside you. His fingers curl just enough inside to press that patch against your pelvis that strings you tight as a bow. Pressing insistently, scratching with finger pads, until you burst and all you can do is chase more of that pulsing pleasure, humping against his face. Your hips quiver while Curtis laps at your slit.

His sucks grow gentle, thumb teasing your bud, helping you come down from the intense high.

You sigh his name.

“I’m here.”

“I want you.”

His arms wind around you, holding you tight while he kisses you. You can’t remember feeling anything better than being cradled like this as Curtis languidly kisses you.

He’s not rushed to move from you, so you cling to him and he loves you for it. Yes, he’s hard, but he wants to savor this. Already high on the sensation of your soft flesh underneath him, your thick thighs tight at his waist, your quiet hums of pleasure the evidence of his thorough work.

He ran from his past, from early years strife with despair, washing away those memories like dust and grime. He thought his life of isolation was one that moved him forward; but he has been stuck all this time.

Seeing you care for Wendy, Curtis realized he wanted that. He wanted what his friend had. He wanted you, and the precious something conceived between two souls that sing for one another. Soon. He’ll make your sweet little body his to protect, to warm through the nights.

_ _ _ _

“Thanks so much for having us for dinner,” Edgar says. He was been watching Wendy run around your humble backyard, chasing butterflies and searching for little frogs. He turns to you with a toothy grin. “And for your help with the gift. Wendy’s going to flip. I’m lucky to have you and Curtis both around.”

Your smile is just as affectionate. “Happy to have you here. Although,” your smile turns sly, “I’m a little disappointed that your special lady friend didn’t join us.”

“Curtis,” Edgar mutters under his breath. Curtis is washing dishes at the sink and pays no mind to any half-hearted curses directed at him.

Your brow arches, urging Edgar to talk as he can't help an embarassed grin.

“Well, she was traveling for work, unfortunately. But I know Wendy doesn’t mind her.”

The girl has whispered to you that Edgar’s girlfriend is beautiful and she wished she would become her new mom; this you keep to yourself, not wishing to embarrass or pressure your friend further.

“I’m happy to hear that.”

Edgar’s eyes slide sideways, quiet for a moment before he jumps out of his seat and heads to the door leading to the backyard. “I’ll just…uh…” He exits, trailing off without finishing his sentence.

You sigh and take another bite of your cake, indulging in the moist chocolate flavor. Glancing up, you find Curtis watching you. His attention is singular, a warm simmer in those bright blue eyes, causing you to freeze except for your tongue that finishes sweeping over your upper lip. His gaze narrows, grew weighty, tracking your tongue as it retreats into your mouth. He pushes away from the counter, steps close until he is able to drop to his knee beside your chair. One strong yank has your seat turning so you face him.

The door creaks open again.

“Well, the sun’s getting low so I think we’ll head home and wind down.” Edgar announces with his daughter close at his side. He has a boyish grin on his face, pulling Wendy towards the front of your house. "Wendy, say good bye.”

“Isn’t Curtis leaving too?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll leave when he’s ready.”

“Have a good night, you two,” you say, walking with them to the front. Though Edgar is still cheerfully thanking you for the meal and insisting you stay inside and not see them off.

“You go on and just have a good time, both of you.” He sends a wink your way. You shake your head at him. “Curtis! You be a gentleman now.”

Quick as he can, he has Wendy secured in the car and they are on their way.

“Huh.” You lock the front door before turning to find Curtis. You can tell he wants to roll his eyes at Edgar’s antics. Instead, he closes in on you.

“Are you worried about me not being a gentleman?” he murmurs. His fingers hook under yours loosely.

You smirk. “I’m worried about you being too much of a gentleman.”

That smolder returns to his gaze. For a second, your body shivers, overwhelmed and you side step him, if only for a moment’s relief from the heat of his eyes.

You reach out. He takes your hand.

Once you’re down a layer, he grows even hotter seeing the mesh and lace number you have on. A tantalizing tease with the hard peaks of your nipples veiled in barely-there maroon. Just daring him to unwrap you. So he does.

His mouth leaves a wet trail seeking sensitive spots on your neck, you breasts, your thighs. Even as he moves, he still covers nearly all of your body, his heat and weight drowning you in want.

Your shudder has him grazing his beard up the inside of your thigh so that you arch and plea for his touch. God, all your uninhibited responses spur the blazing hunger in him. Curtis peels the mesh underwear down, impatient for a taste of you. His mouth waters, catching wafts of arousal and then he’s sucking and lapping your wet pussy. His rumbling groan is like a physical nudge that bows your back, and you remain rigid in the air at the sensation of his thick tongue pushing into you. Wide shoulders part your legs, shifting until your thighs rest on vast muscles.

You rock against him, keen at the hard sucks. Two fingers dip into, fucking you and rubbing with a dizzying rhythm that brings you over the edge.

With little effort, he holds up your hips and you feel a pillow slide under you to angle you higher. Then his muscled arms hook under your knees and he finally lines up and rocks forward. The tip of his cock parts your folds. Your breath hitches. His cock slides in, forcing your walls to stretch, to mold tightly to his girth.

“Curtis” – your hand was going point to the little bedside table with condoms.

Instead, you’re gripping a blanket. Gasping as he withdraws and your pussy tries to hold him in.

You mumble against his lips, incoherent. “The…inside..”

And then he feeds you his length again. And again, that delicious, addicting friction.

"Yes, inside," he agrees softly. "Like this."

With every pump, the spark catches and blazes higher. Curtis rises onto his knees, thrusts harder, watching your eyes flutter open and shut. He’s panting with the pretty picture of a needy you. He grips your thighs. As if his life depends on how tight he clutches you. Concentrating hard, his eyes drop low. Fuck. He can see your pussy clench, your puffy outer lips suckling his cock. Curtis swears your little body is refusing to give him up, and you’re wet but your cunt squeezes him so tight he has to drive harder into you to avoid slipping out.

You’re not even aware of your breathy moans, so turned on by his groans, the rough thrusts he gives you. There’s no grinding. Curtis can tell he’s rubbed against your g-spot and he keeps his snapping hips angled just right, one callused thumb circling your clit too lightly. And then your breaths stutter, your legs seize, your back arches. Curtis grits his teeth, keeping the exact same pace, draws out the storm of your pleasure. It’s so consuming, you lose your voice.

Just as you are able to breathe again, able to sense the physical realm around you, Curtis speeds up, bucking hard with low grunts, powering into you.

A high gasp – you feel him flood you. He drops to press his chest to you, still pumping his release into your clenching walls; and it’s too much, his cock merciless within your sensitive channel. He can’t help it, even as your legs start writhing with his unrelenting stimulation, even as he hears your hitched whimpers.

He finally stills. His lips find yours, tongue stroking deep.

Long moments later, his name is gentle, falling from your lips. “We didn’t use protection.”

Curtis nuzzles you, rubs his nose along the planes of your cheeks. Returns to suck your bottom lip. “It’s okay,” he whispers.

There’s a soft frown upon your brow that he kisses, and then scatters more kisses on your face.

“But, what if?”

“I want you. I want everything with you.”

You’re barely able to react as he nips hard at your collarbone and then rolls his hips. He’s half-hard inside you. You’re quickly losing yourself in Curtis, overwhelmed by the combination of his hungry mouth on your skin, unyielding clasp on your thigh. His thrusts persist, pins you in place, lights you up and scorches you. You’re right where he wants you, whining for more more more.

Now with each beat of his heart, Curtis has his mind’s eye on the prize. He’ll have you over and over. And you’ll grow a piece of him inside you. You are the way forward. You are his.

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A/N: Hurrah, this one felt like it took forever. I blame Curtis. He didn't give himself up to me easily. Let me love you, ya broody boi! Thank you for reading!

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #smut #fanfic #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge

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ryoceann · 3 years

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Hi. Itk here. Believe me, don't, doesn't matter. Thought I'd drop (after you summoned ha) by given the chaos and try to enlighten the ones who choose to believe me, as much as I'm capable of.

The first thing I wanna say is: stop trying to figure out their relationship. You most likely never will. Fans are stuck on both extremes, when the actuality of it is far more in the middle (perhaps even up or down and all around ha). It's complex and strange and not at all "normal" (as normal as they could be, anyways).

It's not as simple as "oh they're just a closeted couple who engage in bearding and have kids and behind closed doors they're just a regular, old married couple and a big, happy rainbow family".

Doesn't sound like itk info, believe me, I get that but observing the fandom I'd say it almost is because most fans simply hang on extreme simplistic ideas of what their relationship is.

Second thing I'd like to say and unfortunately seems like it's not at all obvious but: do not believe anything they share publicly. Not saying they're lying compulsively, but they are public figures and they have a lot at stake to just casually drop the actual truth of any given situation.

Just don't. The same salt you have regarding itks, have towards them. It'd do you some good...Believe me. Unless you are involved in the entertainment or political life, you cannot even begin to fathom what it's really like, the level of manipulation, falsehood and well, overall deviation of it. It's quite disturbing tbh. So just always take whatever's said and shown with a good amount of salt. With public people hardly anything is accidental or casual.

I think the most prominent question now is...Why? Why would they do something like that? Regardless if you have the ingenuity to believe the little scene they made or not...Still, the question lingers.

With my level of "in the knowness" I cannot for sure say the real reason, yet from the pieces I've collected so far, seems to be a multiple gain scheme. It was a high risk, they were well aware, and it paid out in the way they were expecting, minus small bumps here and there. But overall it seemed to have worked in their favor. How in the hell, one would ask?

Believe me, I used my best sneaky capabilities to find out exactly why but they were smart enough to keep this one locked tight, minus a few loose lips. And from those all I've heard was that "whatever the purpose was, it worked out".

As weird as it may sound to the innocent mind, it's actually not at all, given that even leaked nudes are not at all leaked or accidental, and those tend to (at least in the past) get immense amount of backlash. It's not the first time famous folks fake a fight, surely won't be the last.

A lot goes into public image, it's not black and white as "well but it looked bad on Jensen", "it looked bad on the prequel", etc. You'd be surprised as how little this truly matters given the level of manipulation they are able to pull on the public. And well, even with them...It happens all the time. Both made mistakes far worse than just "not telling my bestie about my new project" and fans would eventually let that go and put them back on the pedestal.

So just remember, always: not in the industry? then don't judge anything because you simply do not understand how it works.

Another piece of itk information I can give besides "this was planned and it worked" is: they are fine. From what I've heard they are not fighting over it or going through anything more dramatic than what they usually have been going through ever since they met haha.

So just sit back and chill out. Breathe, read fanfiction and remember that we will never truly get answers, because even what comes out of their mouths are most of the time carefully thought out and directed to have a specific meaning and effect (why do you think Jared mumbles and rambles so much?).

Another interesting piece of itk: you know how they always say they never fight? Even though that sounds insanely hard to believe even if they were just friends because who knows someone for that long and is constantly together and never fights? Unlikely, right? Yes, as obvious as that was. But unfortunately a lot of you seem to believe that, given the level of shock you had for this little twitter feud (as fake as it was). Yeah. They fight. A lot.

They fight as much as individuals in their situation would. Like I said, not at all what most people absentmindedly seem to think it is. They go through a lot. Way more than anyone who isn't in a similar situation would understand. It's messy, although they try their best to make it simpler in the ways they can.

On top of being in a very complex situation, they both have strong personalities and one of them is quite hard to "pin down". So altercations happen a lot, but they know how to deal, and they are exceptionally good at making sure that doesn't interfere in their work (oh well, at least not any work that doesn't benefit from intense emotional exchanges, anyways 😉...chemistry isn't something random, you know? haha).

I find it quite...interesting (to put it nicely) that a lot of hats easily believe they are a couple that lies constantly about almost every aspect of their lives, yet, they cannot believe they would fake a social media narrative. It makes no sense whatsoever.

It'd do you all good to be a little less tendentious and look at them as, you know...Humans? They are not what they seem to be, just as you guys also take in different versions of yourselves in different situations, they do too. And don't be so hopelessly naive to actually believe they see fans as "hashtag family". This is their work. And as grateful as they are for supporters, they certainly do not consider them family. To the point of never lying and trusting you with their life.

I'm sure they love their fans, but come on, saying they would never lie because that's mean to fans is just beyond naive. They've been doing it all along and oh, another interesting info? They don't think they're doing anything wrong.

Yeah, sounds weird, you'd think they'd feel guilty. But again, unless you were media trained, you'd never get it.

From years now if there's one consistent info I've gotten was this: they don't feel obligated to tell you anything. They believe they are doing "what they are supposed to do, the right thing for everyone involved".

So. Yeah. And hell, they are right about not being obligated to say anything about anything, I guess.

Well, I hope that was helpful or at least entertaining. It's hard to share info without accidentally making it obvious who I am for the lurkers (sure you guys were well aware that they lurk around the fandom). But it's safe because as long as I don't provide evidence, I'm fine. Just walking a thin line between sharing and not sharing something too specific that would be easy fir them to know who has that info and although they can't do anything against itks, they can manage to cut us off somehow and I enjoy having access lol, so that'd be a bummer.

Anyways, take itks and J2 themselves with a ton of salt haha! You are lovely, btw, you seem very kind and I enjoy your blog very much! much love!

itk anon everything you said was <333 and i agree with like almost all of it. very nice analysis and ask thank you ! i don't always believe everything j2 put out but the whole stunt being a false narrative just seems wrong so idk what to make of it. regardless i myself can sometimes get carried away in my star-struck love of j2. and i am a tinhat so well :) and now they look to be really good and taking a break from here was well worth it <3

''You are lovely, btw, you seem very kind and I enjoy your blog very much! much love!'' i love u so much hope u have a great day !

#anon ask #this was long jfc #ily anon <3 #j2 tinhat #prequel gate

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