#idk reblog if you’re just tired man

[glitchedcosmos]

I’m ace, aro and tired

Reblog if you are also LGBT+ and tired

[wintrwinchestr]

an overture of indulgence (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

summary: it's been a long time since you've seen joel, and some things have changed, but a lot has stayed the same. namely, how quickly he can still get you on his knees for him, ready to show him exactly just how much you like what has changed about him.

warnings: 18+, smut, post-outbreak, jackson joel, d/s relationship dynamics, pet names (baby, babygirl, sweetheart, sweet girl, etc), body worship, belly kink, talk of weight gain, belly riding, m/f masturbation, lil bit of humiliation kink, lil bit of edging, reader is an adult but age otherwise unspecified, reader is shorter than joel and has hair long enough to grab, let me know if i missed anything :)

word count: 4.3k

a/n: just fuckin outing myself left and right these days huh. idk what came over me with this one. started this late last night and here it is now. belly enjoyers rise!!!!!!! nice comments/reblogs appreciated if you enjoyed <3 you can't kink shame me bc i like getting bullied so now what. also i avoided daddy kink for once in my life please clap. i know i’m spoiling y’all this weekend don’t get used to it.

divider by @saradika

“...Joel?!” you shout, your leisurely walking pace quickly turning into a hurried jog as you leave Tommy behind, making a beeline toward the man you would swear on your life is Joel Miller. A small handful of years ago now, he was kind of your boyfriend, kind of not, kind of something else more complicated and unlabeled, because who can afford to put a label on anything in times like these?

Joel’s head turns in your direction at the sound of his name, and as soon as you spot that crooked scar across the bridge of his nose, you’re certain it’s him.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it,” you half-cry, throwing your weight into him as you wrap him in a tight embrace. He’s much taller than you, but you still managed to knock him off his balance a little. He envelops your whole body in one of his signature, all-encompassing hugs, and it’s like no time has passed at all.

The two of you had ended whatever it was you had on good terms, no hard feelings or animosity shared between you. It was just hard to maintain any kind of relationship in a world like this, and trying to nurture romance in the Boston QZ was much like trying to grow a rose garden in toxic, radioactive soil. You can put as much care and effort and something like love into it as you have in you, but the circumstances will just never allow it to reach its full potential. The end of your “relationship” was mutual, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Especially when he had disappeared one day without so much as saying goodbye.

When you had stumbled upon Tommy and a group of patrollers in the snowy forest outside Jackson just earlier today, you were alone, tired, and losing hope that this rumored safe haven even existed at all. You had heard crackles through the radio in the QZ about the community, and even though it sounded too good to be true, what else did you have to lose anymore? After months of travel and survival and pain and hunger, you’d never been so happy to meet a bunch of strangers in the woods in your whole life. You didn’t hesitate to get on the back of Tommy’s horse, and let him lead you to the sanctuary they spoke of.

As he was giving you a tour, proudly showing off their electricity, running water, fresh food, and clean houses, you had started to look forward to what the future may bring, for the first time in a long time. You could never have imagined you’d ever run into Joel again, that this is where he had ended up, of all places. And now here the both of you are, bodies pressed as tightly together as possible, breathing in each other’s familiar scents and never wanting to let go again.

Joel is the first to break the embrace, grasping your head in his large hands and frantically searching your face for any sign that he could be dreaming, that fate hasn’t really brought you back together again after all.

“Jesus Christ, it’s really you,” he breathes, and you swear his voice breaks just a little bit as he presses his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes as he does.

When he blinks them open again, he meets Tommy’s gaze, who’s standing quietly a few yards back from where you’re having your sentimental reunion. Tommy gives an understanding nod, and gestures that he’ll be waiting inside the community’s dining hall, gathering that whatever this is happening between his brother and some girl he only just met, he shouldn’t interrupt. Joel is grateful for many things today, one of them being the rekindled bond he has with Tommy, the other being how you somehow miraculously found your way back to him.

Small groups of other Jackson residents follow Tommy into the dining hall shortly afterward, and as the sun begins to set behind the mountains, Joel realizes it must be about time for dinner to be served.

He detaches his lips from your forehead, brushing some of your hair away from your face as he takes you in again. “You poor thing, must be starvin’ I bet,” he wonders aloud, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Kinda always am, just as a rule, but yeah,” you reply, trying to make light of your situation. Though, Joel doesn’t seem to find the humor in it the way you do.

“Long as you stay here, ain’t ever gotta worry about that again, that’s for damn sure.” He runs his tongue across his lips as he finishes his sentence, already knowing that whatever meal they’re serving tonight, it’ll be some of the most delicious food he’s had in a long time. He suspects you’ll feel much the same. “C’mon, let’s get you inside. Get you warm and fed for once in your life.”

–

Your heart, your stomach, your soul, all feel full as you relax into the comfortable couch in the living room of Joel’s cozy home. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you staying in an empty house all by yourself tonight, insisting that if you’d like some company while you settle in, you were more than welcome to his. He had let you spend as long as you wanted to in his shower, and he didn’t mind if there was hardly any warm water left by the time you were done. He sure as hell wasn’t paying the bill, and you deserved to feel truly clean. He can remember clear as day how he felt after his first Jackson shower, like he had stripped off a layer of grime he hadn’t been able to scrub all the way clean in twenty years. He had gone to Maria to get you some clothes and underwear while you were bathing, and set them silently on the sink counter for you to put on whenever you were done.

And now here you sit, feeling full and clean and satisfied and comfortable and safe, watching Joel stoke the logs in his fireplace as it casts the whole room in a honey orange glow. You take a moment to admire him while he isn’t looking, and even in the dim and flickering lighting, you can see he’s just as handsome as he was the last time you saw him. He looks older, with more gray in his longer hair and meat on his bones, the latter trait likely due to years worth of the hearty cooking you both indulged in tonight. He looks… good like this.

“It really is nice to see you again, you know. You look…” you start, not being able to help the way your eyes wander to his soft lower belly, the way it pushes taut against his tucked-in flannel shirt and just barely spills over the edge of his jeans.

He turns his head away from the fire to face you. You’re not very subtle in your staring, and he knows what you’re referring to right away. He huffs a light chuckle, trying to brush off the way he thinks you’re poking fun at him.

“I know, I know,” he acknowledges, placing a hand on his stomach. “Been tryin’ to get Maria to give me some more patrol shifts, see if I can get some of the weight off. But hey, you try havin’ three square meals a day for the first time in twenty some odd years, see what it does to you, huh?” He pivots his attention back to the fireplace, and he seems to turn his body further away from you on purpose, so that you can’t see the round profile of his tummy as much.

“No! No, it, um… It suits you. I was gonna say you look good, actually.” You’re quick in your reply, trying to make it clear that you didn’t mean to offend him, without letting too much on. 

He scoffs. “C’mon, you don’t gotta flatter me, sweetheart. I know I don’t exactly look the way you remember–”

“Joel, will you stop?” you interrupt, your voice laced with exasperation. “I’m being serious. Do I look like I’m making fun of you?”

He cranes his neck to look back at where you’re perched on the couch, and gives you a once over. “Guess not… Look a lil’ like somethin’ else, though, if I'm bein’ honest,” he says with a teasing smirk. And there he is again, the same quick-witted Joel you remember from back in the QZ.

You choose to engage in his banter, just to see where he’s going with it. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He shrugs, beginning to mindlessly poke at the firewood again. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you look like you might like it.”

He’s just kidding around with you, trying to rile you up, you’re sure. But when he gets silence in return instead of the sound of you jumping to defend yourself with another playful jab, he turns to face you once more, and is met with your stunned expression. 

“Oh…” Joel looks down at himself, then back to you again, just in time to catch your eyes flitting from his middle back up to his face. “What, you like ‘em big, sweetheart? ‘S that it?”

The truth is, you do, you always have. It was never a requirement, of course, as the guys you’d been with before Joel all had varying body types. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said that your eyes didn’t linger just a bit longer on guys with a little more to them, with wider arms and thicker legs and a softer middle. You’ve never admitted your preference to anyone before, and Joel calling you out on it now has your face running hot, skin feeling prickly as he sees through you like you’re made of glass.

“I-I don’t– I mean, I do, kinda, but not like that… Well, it is like that, I just mean–” You stumble over yourself, fearing you’ve revealed too much, wishing you could rewind the conversation and just tell him it was nice to see him again, plain and simple.

Joel lays the fire poker down on the granite ledge of the fireplace, approaching where you’re sitting and cupping the side of your face with his calloused hand. 

“Sh, sh, stop, baby. ‘S alright if you do, nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he comforts, and it takes all the willpower you have left not to let your eyes drift down to his stomach, so close you could kiss it, if he’d let you.

“It’s just… I missed you. I thought about you all the time, wondered what ever happened to you after you left. Didn’t even know if you were alive until today. I’m just happy to see you… doing so well. To see that you’re healthy, and everything.” You swallow hard, hoping you sound convincing enough that he’ll let this go, forget all about your little admission just now. But of course, Joel is as stubborn as he’s ever been, and he doesn’t plan on releasing you from his trap now that you’re ensnared in it. 

“That’s sweet, baby, ‘s real sweet,” Joel says, softly, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone as he speaks. “Thought about you too, all this time. Practically every day…” He rakes his eyes over you, noticing the way his touch has you starting to melt already, how you’re looking up at him with your wide, needy eyes. “Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me, hm? How much you love seein’ me healthy, as you put it.”

You’re stunned into silence once again, jaw slack and pupils wide as you search his gaze for proof that he’s just messing with you, making fun of you just to watch you squirm. But you don’t find any.

“O-okay,” you agree in a half-whisper.

Joel smiles down at you, satisfied. “All these years later, still just the sweetest thing, ain’t you? You still just as obedient, too?”

You nod without even thinking, words catching up with your instinctual response a second later. “Mhm, yeah, I am…” You had forgotten how easy it is to submit to him, how good it feels to let the hypnotizing tone of his voice carry you somewhere far away from yourself, when you need it the most. Whether it was after a shitty day of working for shittier rations in the QZ, or after a harsh trek in harsher weather to a forested oasis, Joel always knows how to make you feel like submission is your most natural state. 

“Good… Kneel for me please, sweetheart,” he commands, and you obey immediately, his hand slipping from your face as you slide from the couch onto the woven carpet beneath you. Like second nature, your hands automatically fold themselves on your lap, remembering how you were never to touch Joel until he permitted you to. He takes note of this, and praises you accordingly. “Look at that, didn’t even have to ask. Such a good girl.”

He’s so enamored with you, he almost forgets where he was going with this until he watches your eyes flash to the growing bulge in his jeans, then back up to him. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Was thinkin’ you could put that pretty mouth to use on somethin’ different this time, hm?”

You knit your brows together, not sure what he means, but he doesn’t let you wonder for long. Slowly, he starts to unbutton his flannel shirt, starting at the top and working his way down. He tosses it onto the ground, then pulls his undershirt off over his head, adding it to the other discarded clothing. Without the confines of his slightly-too-tight button-up, you can see how much he really has filled out. Everything about his upper body is just a little more plush, with petal pink stretch marks adorning the soft skin in various places. You want to make it your personal mission to kiss each and every one of them, commit their exact coordinates on his body to memory.

There's a deep scar, you notice, to the left of his belly button, that has almost successfully disguised itself as one of those pretty marks. It’s definitely new since you saw him last, and it looks like it hurt, especially with the evidence of how crudely it had been stitched back together.

“What happened?” you wonder aloud, worried eyes glued to the healed injury.

He has to peer over the curve of his belly to see what you’re looking at. “Long story. Happened on my way out here, after I left Boston. Nothin’ for you to worry about, sweet girl, hardly even hurt. Forget it’s even there, most of the time,” he answers, still with a dominant edge to his voice that does a mostly good job of convincing you it’s the truth.

“Can… Can I?” you ask, waiting to receive his permission before you move your hands from your lap. 

“Yeah, baby, go ahead,” Joel allows. 

You reach out a small hand to gently trace over the raised scar, then press your lips to it with your hands splayed out on either side of your head, just barely pressing into his belly. He releases a soft groan, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands, applying the lightest amount of pressure to let you know this is where he wants to keep you. 

“Why don’t you keep goin’, sweetheart? Gimme some more lovin’ like that, know you wanna,” he encourages, and you think you get the idea now, what it is he wanted to put your pretty mouth to use for.

With his explicit permission to continue, you don’t need telling twice. You move your face to hover just in front of his belly button, admiring the dense salt and pepper happy trail that sprouts from where his jeans push into his soft skin. You drag your tongue along the hair, nipping at the soft curve of where it disappears into the divot in his stomach. He makes a noise in response, half pained and half pleasured, but he doesn’t stop you. Just for good measure, you place a kiss to the little blushing mark where your teeth had scraped him.

Almost of their own volition, it seems, your hands begin to knead at his stomach as you make good on your promise to yourself to kiss every single one of his stretch marks. You allow your tongue to dart from your mouth on the last one, and Joel sucks in a breath.

“Oh, fuck. Forgot how good that wet lil’ mouth feels on me, sweetheart. Keep goin’,” he says, voice coming out strained. His fingers curl tightly into your hair, and he begins to maneuver your face around his belly. You lave your tongue over his skin as he does, slicking him with wet, sloppy kisses. “Yeah, baby, you fuckin’ worship it, show me how much you like me like this.”

It’s a little humiliating, but just enough that you like the feeling. You’re breathing hard and fast, letting out little whimpers as your fluttering cunt begins to soak your underwear. He brings your face to a stop at the most tantalizing part of him, the part that truly evidences how much more he’s allowed himself to indulge since settling in Jackson. The ample curve of flesh that just barely conceals the waistband of his jeans, the part you’ve wanted to get your mouth on since you first saw how it strained the lower buttons of his shirt. You latch onto it, massaging the skin around it as you use your teeth and tongue to suck a mark into him.

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and he curses under his breath. “Like it that much, huh? Fuck, naughty thing, look at you.”

You’re so fucking turned on, you’re shivering, rocking where you kneel and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to get some kind of relief. You let one of your hands drift to the hard shape in Joel’s jeans, and it seems he’s enjoying this as much as you are. He spots your pathetic little squirms as you rut against nothing, and then he’s using his grip on your hair to pull you up from the floor.

“Got an idea. Up,” he commands roughly, and you detach your lips from his belly to obey his order. “Get these off, there we go.” He pulls down your sweatpants and underwear, helping you step out of them. “Christ, you’re soaked,” Joel teases, eyeing the sizable wet spot in your panties as he tosses them aside to join the other forgotten clothing. He reaches a hand toward the apex of your thighs, teasing your wet pussy and gathering some of your slick on two of his fingers. You let out a tiny yelp, but let him play with you, and then he’s bringing his fingers in front of his face and examining the sticky strings of your arousal when he spreads them apart. “All this just from lettin’ you worship all this, huh?” he taunts, patting his stomach once for emphasis. “Who’d’ve thought? Not that I’m complainin’...”

He quickly rids himself of his jeans and briefs, then reclines onto the couch with a quiet groan, stretching out his body along the length of it. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking as it bobs against his belly, his precum adding to the dampness still there from your tongue. “Come sit, sweetheart,” Joel says, softly, motioning with both of his hands for you to come closer.

You grip a hand onto the backrest of the couch to balance yourself while you move to straddle him, prepared to sink down onto his length for the first time in way too fucking long. “Uh uh, not there, baby,” he instructs, smirking when he sees how you hesitate in confusion. “Take a seat right here for me.” Again, he pats that most tempting area of his lower belly, and you just about fall apart at the sight of how his flesh ripples in the wake of it.

“Yeah, there you go, good girl,” he praises, both hands gripping your waist as he helps you settle your weight onto his soft abdomen.

“I dunno, don’t wanna hurt you–” you start, but he cuts you off swiftly.

“You won’t, baby. I’m a big man, ain’t I?” he teases, flashing you a devilish and knowing smile. “Go on, sweetheart, ride it.”

You inhale a shuddering breath, then place both of your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. You start an experimental buck into his belly, and that trail of dark hair tickles your clit so perfectly. It takes a few tries for you to get the positioning and pressure just right, and then you’re truly riding him, using his full stomach to get yourself off while he watches. 

“God, that’s good. Use it, baby. You love me bigger, love that I’ve been eatin’ so good, prove it to me, c’mon,” Joel goads, and it spurs you on to grind against him harder, faster, as incoherent mumbles and curses tumble from your lips.

“Love it, Joel, you look so good, fuck. So fucking–mmh–so big, makes me so… so–”

“I know it does, sweet girl, I know. Makes you fuckin’ soaked is what it does, god damn. You gonna get my belly all messy, hm? Gonna rub your lil’ cunt all over it, get me all fuckin’ wet?”

“Uh huh, yeah, gonna… I’m gonna–” you whine, eyes shutting tight as your hips pick up their pace. You move your hands from his shoulders to place them on his stomach instead, grabbing at handfuls of his tummy in an effort to create something more solid to rub yourself against. 

You’re already embarrassingly close, the humiliating edge to your earlier worship having gotten you most of the way there on its own. So swollen and sensitive it almost hurts, you won’t need much more to reach your high.

“Not without me, you ain’t. Gonna be right there with ya. You remember how we used to do it?” Joel asks, as if you could ever forget. He’s referring to your many late nights, early mornings, in his bed or in a back alley or wherever in the QZ, where he liked to make sure you both finished at the same time. You’d always be the first one to reach the edge, because he’d focus all his attention on getting you there before him, just to make you wait. It was never something punishing, just something he liked to do as an extra bit of control and dominance, and he knew it always made your orgasms that much more powerful and satisfying when he would finally permit you to let go.

With your eyes closed, so focused on your own pleasure, you hadn’t noticed that he had reached behind you to start fisting his cock some time ago. But you can hear it now, the wet schlick of his hand moving up and down his shaft as he works himself. “Hold it for me, sweetheart, I know you can. Keep rubbin’ your pretty pussy against me, jus’ like that, almost there…”

You mewl, screwing your face up as you force yourself to slow down your thrusts, muscles tense as you try to keep your orgasm at bay for as long as you can. 

Thankfully, he must be worked up enough from seeing you fall apart for him so easily for the first time in so long, that his permission comes just a few minutes later.

“Come for me, babygirl, soak my fuckin’ belly, c’mon,” Joel growls, and you fall forward immediately, twitching and spasming and crying out into the soft muscle of his shoulder as you ride out the shuddering shocks of your orgasm. He groans next to your ear as he comes, and you can feel the warm ropes of his own release as some of them land on your lower back. You’re both wet, heaving messes, as you embrace each other for the second time today and work on catching your breath.

So exhausted from the day you had, you must’ve fallen asleep against his chest as you laid there, because then you’re being woken up by the dull scratch of his fingertips against your scalp and his familiar voice working its way through the thick fog that clouds your tired brain. 

“You alright, baby?” he asks, and you can hear that he’s smiling, amused at this sleepy little thing he’s got clinging to him.

“Mhm, jus’ tired,” you answer, a barely-there mumble of a sentence.

“I’ll bet… You wanna get cleaned up? Get all tucked into bed?”

You shake your head against his neck, and he chuckles.

“No? Whatcha wanna do then, hm?”

“Jus’ lay here. Missed you. Don’t wanna let… go…” 

Your sentence drifts off into silence before the temptation of sleep allows you to finish it, but Joel gets the idea. He smiles to himself, kissing the top of your head, and hugs you closer. Both of you are still sticky and damp, but satisfied. And together again. And that’s a hell of a lot better than the alternative.

So he agrees, and you stay like that for the rest of the night. Joel doesn’t worry about whether or not he remembered to set his alarm clock for his extra patrol shift the next morning, or if he’ll even hear it all the way from his bedroom upstairs, because it doesn’t matter anyway. He has you, and you made it very clear tonight just how much you like him exactly the way he is. 

Maybe, your rose garden can finally begin to bloom, now that the pair of you have somewhere safe and comfortable and healthy to try your hand at nurturing it again.

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[itryhardtomakethishouseahome]

Jjk love languages

~Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Maki, Megumi, Choso

pt 2(toji & sukuna)

a/n: sorry if this sucks, I wrote in in two hours(i just realized i left out toji but lmk if you want me to write one for him too). also, please reblog if you can, I'd really appreciate it!!!

Gojo~

Annoying the absolute fuck out of you(obviously)

You could be lying down reading a book or watching a show/movie and this man will sneak up behind you and try to jump scare you or use his infinity to prank you. When he’s laying on you and you haven't said anything for a while he’ll look up at you and start poking your cheeks or biting you.

On days where his behavior doesn’t resemble a child fueled by 6 bottles of coke, 3 monsters, 8 red bulls, and 10 tons of sugar, he’s extremely gentle and soft with you. Satoru will cling to you and kiss your cheeks, neck, forehead, or hands or caress your face while staring deeply into your eyes telling you that he couldn’t imagine a life without you. 

Maki~

Encouragement 

Sparring with Maki was never easy and 100% of the time you end up getting knocked on your ass which is a little sad considering she always takes it easy on you. She has a habit of letting everyone know how much they suck and rarely ever encourages those that train with her but with you she’ll help you up and tell her that you almost had her and to not give up with a half soft half cocky smirk. 

Because of where and how she grew up, she’s not the best with emotions but if you’re sad/stressed she’ll rub your back and tell you everything's gonna be okay or let you fall asleep in her arms if you’re at home.

Geto~

Princess treatment

If you need something but you're sitting with your legs over Suguru’s lap or laying on him and don’t feel like getting up he’ll sigh and immediately get up and get it for you. 

When you’re out shopping with him, Suguru always pays for everything even when you try to fight him over it. He’ll always buy you food or offer to share his with you even though he ends up fighting the reflex to swat your hand away  when he sees you reaching for some out of his peripheral due to Gojo trying to steal some all the time.

When you’re too tired to get ready or you’re sick he’ll bathe and clothe you then brush your hair while telling you how beautiful you are and that he’ll always take care of you.

Megumi~

Honestly all i can say is “idk i just work here🤷‍♀️”

In the beginning of your relationship Megumi was awkward. He was a mix between vibing in silence with you and trying to figure out what to say and do. You knew he was never good with his emotions and that was completely fine because he had other ways of showing what he was feeling or thinking. When he missed you he’d text or call to “check on you” but really it was to hear your voice. When he randomly felt like saying ‘I love you’ he would rest his head on your shoulder or lap or play with your hair.

When you’re sick or stressed but have stuff to do he’ll get sassy with you and demand that you stay in bed and that he’ll take care of both everything you need done and you.

Nanami~

Acts of service and princess treatment

Kento’s acts of love and affection range from small forehead kisses every time he walks by you or leaves the house to you coming home to find a trail of rose petals leading to the bathroom while he’s leaning over the tub, pouring in bath salts and essential oils. He’s always doing something for you like cooking dinner in a pink heart shaped apron and massaging your feet even when he’s the one that had a long day. 

You getting sick is a whole different story. Kento goes from calm mama Nanami mode to uncharacteristically panicked mama Nanami mode. He makes you soup, runs bathes for you, checks your temperature on the hour, and forces you to stay in bed but the second he hears you having a coughing fit his composure goes out the window and he’s by your side in a millisecond rubbing your back and asking if you need to go to the hospital in a panicked tone.

Choso~

Another “idk I just work here🤷‍♀️” moment 

Choso is not only new to society and normal people but also to relationships. He has absolutely no idea what to say and when to say it, but he notices that when he acts on his urges that you seem to like it. Sometimes he wants to blurt out how much he loves you, but he feels like it’d be weird so he’ll either hold your hand and stare at you or pick you up, take you to bed, and cuddle.

Choso noticed that you love playing with his hair so when he feels as though you’re not giving him enough attention, he’ll ask you to brush his hair or wash it for him.

When you get sick he breaks down and panics. He’ll call Itadori balling saying that he needs help, you’re dying, and he doesn’t know how to make you better. It happens every time you get sick; panic and call Itadori to come help while he cradles you in his arms, begging you not to die, with his tears dropping on your face while you try to calm him down.

[sstan-hoe]

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, oral sex, praise kink, choking, mention of killing, idk what else, minors dni

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — sooo we have a beautiful lloyd hansen here who will do everything for you just so you aren't mad at him anymore...@georgiapeach30513, follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! It's literally 2:25 am in my country right now and I'm tired as fuck but wanted to finish this so sorry for any errors or whatever, like, comment and reblog!

The moment you entered a relationship with Lloyd Hansen – actually even before that – you knew that he was a jealous and overprotective person. That it would be this bad or get out of control you never expected.

“I was just talking to him Lloyd!” you shouted while strutting through the door of your shared home. Lloyd was right behind you having the same pissed expression on his face as you. “First of all, he was way too close, he undressed you with his eyes and when you backed off, he came even closer.”

Lloyd wasn’t completely wrong, you were uncomfortable, and the man didn’t listen however, “that doesn't mean you have to kill him.” It also wasn’t the first time either.

“You were overreacting,” you added as you walked in the kitchen with Lloyd hot on your heels. “Overreacting? Bold of you to say, aren’t you overreacting right now? I kill people for a living and that doesn’t seem to faze you though.”

“Well, I can’t really tell you to stop,” he was right it didn’t faze you but to you there was a difference between acting out of jealousy and acting because it is your job, “it’s your job after all.”

“It is also my job to protect you,” Lloyd argued. Your back was turned to him while you tried to distract yourself with cleaning the kitchen isle. His hands grabbed your waist firmly turning you around to face him. You looked up into his blue eyes, they were like an ocean consuming you, letting you get lost in their beauty.

“That may be what you’re thinking, but that doesn't justify your actions…there is a difference between telling someone off and killing him,” you sigh. Lloyd gently took your chin between his fingers.

“Sunshine, I would do everything for you.” No, no you had to stay strong, that was the only way he would learn his lesson.

“Well then stop killing people that aren’t part of your job,” with that you wiggled out of his arms walking away. “I just told you protecting you is my job!” His words went ignored by you as you loudly shut the door of the bedroom.

Lloyd sighed to himself rubbing his temple. Of course, he knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t control himself around you and certainly not when a man flirted with you or made you uncomfortable.

You buried your face in your hands as you sat down on the bed. You needed a battle plan, Lloyd needed to learn that he couldn’t just kill someone for flirting with you or making you uncomfortable. Yes, that person needed to be punished as well but isn’t sitting in jail worse?

Death was a blessing, jail a punishment and what if he had family?

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, “sunshine I’m sorry, can we please make up?” Lloyd’s voice called through the door. ‘Make up’ meant sex and while make up sex was a great thing most of the time the problem wasn’t completely solved.

So, this time no make up sex. You didn’t answer him, you just laid down on your side of the bed trying to ignore his voice.

You heard how he opened the door a few minutes later, “sunshine I’m really sorry, please.”

He acted like a kicked puppy, you rolled your eyes because he always did this, and you always forgave him then seconds later he would be on his knees eating you out.

You felt the bed shift as he sat down. Lloyd lovingly put his hand on the curve of your waist wanting to turn you around, but you stopped him by taking his wrist and removing his hand from you.

Lloyd let you. That was one thing you were incredibly grateful for, Lloyd never pushed you or forced you into anything and if you didn’t want him to touch you right now that he wouldn’t.

“I’ll make you something for dinner, the pasta that you like so much.” You knew Lloyd hated cooking however you loved his pasta, you didn’t know what it was that he did, but his noodles always tasted better than yours.

“She can be lucky I love her…” “I didn’t even do anything wrong, I was protecting her.” “Yeah, maybe a bit much but that asshole deserved it.”

A small giggle escaped your lips as you heard Lloyds muffled complaints. You didn’t exactly know what he was doing until fifteen minutes later he appeared in the room again with a bowl of spaghetti topped with tomato sauce and basil. It smelled delicious.

Lloyd rounded the bed and put the bowl on the nightstand, “I made your favourite pasta.”

You ignored him which hurt him, but he didn’t act like it, “least you could do is say ‘thank you Lloyd for being such a great boyfriend’.”

Typical Lloyd. Normally you would thank him with a blowjob for making you your pasta, but you weren’t in the mood for that right now hence why he said ‘at least’. He waited for few seconds, then sighed and left.

Waiting until the door closed you sat up taking the bowl in your lap and began eating. A moan left you lips as you tasted the pasta which was as delicious as ever.

Lloyd who stood on the other side of the door and heard you, had a grin on his face. He knew you couldn’t resist him for long when he made you the pasta.

Well, he shouldn’t have said that too early.

The evening came and you still hadn’t left the room which confused Lloyd but the moment he looked inside the bedroom he knew why. You were asleep, the bowl being empty stood on the nightstand.

He shook his head and went back to the kitchen where he finished up cleaning. The left-over pasta was put in one portion container and got refrigerated.

The next morning came, and you laid cuddled up in your bed, the soft blanket and cushions hugging you like a cocoon. Lloyd was right next to you having nothing but a pillow under his head.

You were a blanket stealer and felt guilty everytime you noticed that you stole the blanket. So even on his day off he woke up earlier than you and gently took his blanket back and when you woke up you were happy you didn’t steal his blanket once again.

This morning was no different. He opened his eyes rubbing out the sleep, his body turned towards you. Smiling softly as he observed your sleeping form, never in his life had he seen someone, something as beautiful as you.

After taking the blanket he went back to sleep.

Only an hour later you woke up, just like Lloyd you turned around to face him or well the empty side of the bed.

His absence gave you time to rethink the past day and how this one would go depended on you boyfriend.

Your plan on ignoring him would continue until he properly apologized or until you saw him suffering enough.

With a yawn you got out of bed. You walked over to the mirror looking at your reflection.

God, you hoped your plan would work and Lloyd wouldn’t fuck you over the kitchen counter. You were only wearing his shirt and a thong.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into the kitchen were he was standing making breakfast in only his boxers. His back was facing giving you the perfect view on his ass, as he moved around his ass perfect with him causing you to bite your lip.

He heard you coming in and turned around, just in time you changed your expression into a blank stare.

“Good morning sunshine,” he grinned at you, but your expression didn’t change. “Oh, come on you’re still mad at me?”

Without saying a thing, you sat down on the table where he had already set the table.

“What do you want to do today? I have nothing on my plate today, we could go for a walk in the park, bake some cookies…” you raised a brow at his proposals. Lifting your fork, you gestured to the rainy weather outside as he mentioned the walk.

His eyes drifted to the window, “yeah maybe no walk but…you said your back was hurting, I could give you a massage!” Lloyd said with enthusiasm.

You looked at him sceptical, but he was already on his feet taking your hand to lead you to the living room. “You strip and lay there while I get the oil,” he instructed you. Shrugging you did as he told.

A minute later Lloyd was back with the oil in hand. He let it flow down your back and then gently rubbed it in. Kneading your soft skin at your back down around the waist.

It felt good, so good that a sigh escaped your lips as he pressed his thumbs down and whatever he hit was damn good. His hands moved up caressing your skin before manipulating the muscles in your shoulders until he heard a satisfying pop.

A gasp came past your lips, feeling the knot dissolve. “That one was good, wasn't sunshine?”

You tried to nod your head on the pillow. Lloyd moved his hands back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with pleasure.

He rested his head on your shoulder, right next to your ear. “Don’t think I didn't notice you staring at my ass this morning...,” he whispered, the edge of his moustache tickling against the shell of your ear.

Lloyd gave your ass a spank causing your body to jump up in fright, you weren't expecting that.

No, well actually with Lloyd you never know.

You bumped your head against Lloyd's making him lift his head, “that wasn't nice,” he muttered rubbing the side of his head though you both knew it didn't hurt him.

You stood up – completely naked – and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.

Lloyd was left behind. He sat down on the couch running a hand over his face trying to think of something that would make you talk to him.

“I made her the pasta, made her breakfast, gave her a massage...what else can I do? Well she won't let me eat her out in that state, but that could do it though I need something to get her there,” he thought out loud.

Lloyd went through everything he could think of; new clothes, a purse, shoes, jewellery, a trip to Disneyland but he would say yes to everything of that so what could it be?

“Oh, what the shit,” he cursed as it downed on him. You always wanted a cat, a Maine Coon specifically and he always said no.

With a deep, very deep sigh he pulled his phone from the couch table, searching for a Maine Coon kitten on the Internet. To his surprise, he actually found a cat that he could get today, but he needed cat things.

Okay; he could get the scratch tree tomorrow with you – if the plan worked –, just like another water bowl and the cat toys. Lloyd already knew you would spoil the cat.

“Sunshine I’m going grocery shopping!” He shouted through the apartment. You were still getting dressed and furrowed your brows. Didn't the two of you just go yesterday?

Lloyd drove to the pet store to buy a litter box, cat food – dry and wet –, two toys, a cat carrier, one food and water bowl, a blanket for the box and cat litter.

“Who knew a cat needed all that shit?” He said as he got in the car two hours and four hundred dollars later.

Instantly he drove to the address of the cat breeder. He rang the doorbell waiting impatiently.

An elderly woman with grey hair that was put in a bun opened the door, “you must be the man who wants to adopt the kitten today!” She said happily inviting him in.

“Yep, that's me...where is he?” Lloyd asked as he stepped inside the old home. The woman must have been living here for at least fifty years by the looks of it. “Here he is, the little cutie,” the woman came back with a light orange cat that was at least 80 centimetres from snout to tail.

“How old did you say was he?” Lloyd asked, did those cats really get this big?

“One year and a half, he will still grow a bit but he's fully vaccinated and sterilized so no need to worry.” She sat the cat down.

The cat had a long orange tail, his belly, chest, snout and the tip of his paws were shiny white, he had amber-coloured eyes that matched his fur perfectly and he had brush ears that made him look like a lynx.

Even Lloyd had to admit, that this cat is beautiful. “Does he already have a name?” “Yes, his name is Aramis,” she explained.

He got down on his knees to pet the cat and couldn't stop the smile on his soft lips, “yeah I'll take him.”

With that they gently put Aramis in the transportation box in which laid a blanket. The woman gave Lloyd a few treats for him as a gift, “how much for him?” was his last question.

“750 euros,” she stated. Lloyd cursed under his breath, that cat was expensive and god you could be happy he loved you.

After four hours Lloyd was finally back home and found you on the couch eating ice cream.

“Sunshine, I know you're mad and I can't apologise enough so I thought maybe I will gift you something.” He stood there proud of himself in the doorway while you looked at him a big question mark above your head.

With a big grin he opened the door wider revealing Aramis in his transportation box.

Your eyes widened in shook, he bought you a cat, a cat! A Maine Coon like you always wanted. Lloyd set his ego aside and bought you a cat.

Now you couldn’t stay mad anymore. You ran over to him jumping into his arms, “you got a cat, you got me freaking cat!” You squealed and pressed your lips to his.

He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “I'm sorry for how I acted with the man, I will do better I promise. You are the most important person in my life and I would do everything for you sunshine.”

A miau broke your heartfelt moment and got you back to reality. You wiggled out of Lloyd's arms and opened the box while Lloyd closed the door.

“I've got his things in the car, be right back.”

As Lloyd went downstairs again you befriended the cat. Letting him explore the apartment and sniff on everything. The first thing your boyfriend brought was the litter and box so he could see where he had to go.

Next was the rest which Lloyd unpacked and put everywhere it fitted. The food not next to the water and the toys all around while you followed Aramis.

When he was finished, he found the two of you in the bedroom. “That is Aramis by the way and his one and a half years old, vaccinated and sterilized.” “When did you plan this?” You asked as you scratched Aramis head who was already purring with delight.

“after your massage today,” he shrugged. You laughed at his answer, typical.

“I have a really important question sunshine...can we have sex again? Not getting to taste you this night and in the morning was hell”

Quickly you covered Aramis ears, “shhh! You can't say this in front of him!”

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but let it be for the moment.

The day came to an end and Lloyd finally had you alone given that you spend the rest of the day with Aramis. He closed the bedroom door to prevent the cat from getting in.

You stood in front of the mirror taking of your bra as you got pushed back on the bed, “now sunshine, it's time you give me my pussy.”

Lloyd pulled down your panties and stroked over you cunt with hungry eyes. His fingers rubbed down your juicy folds, “'lread so wet, this all for me?” You gave a strained nod as he entered you with middle finger.

“Mhm, one would think that after all this time would be stretched out but you're still as tight as a virgin...” Lloyd grinned while he added his ring finger.

Exploring your cunt he reached places that you could never even attempt to. His thumb rubbed your clit, “doing so good for me sunshine...you're gonna cum from a bit of fingering?” yes, yes you were but before you could let the knot in you stomache go Lloyd pulled his hands from you.

“You only cum on my tounge and with my permission tonight.”

His words make you shudder as you try to hold back a whine at the empty feeling.

“Lloyd please, make me cum, taste me, eat me...fuck please do something,” he gave you that shit eating grin for those words and dipped instantly down burying his face between your legs.

His tongue laps at your cunt, making your back arch against the bed. A pornografic moan left your mouth as Lloyd fucked you deeper with his tongue.

“Just like that, Lloyd,” you whine, “never stop, please.”

He put the hand laced with you wetness around your throat, your moans turned into whines as you bucked your hips up chasing your release. “Can I cum please? Please let me cum!” “Not yet sunshine.”

“You have been such a good girl so far...don't ruin it now sunshine,”

Adding his fingers, his tongue moved to the bundle of nerves. Your walls tightened around his fingers letting him know you were close.

“Cum sunshine, cum for me...” and you did, it felt like a firework exploding in your stomache, your toes curled, lips parting into loud moan followed by a 'fuck Lloyd', your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You laid there panting with Lloyd next to when you heard a light scratch noise on the door, “Aramis! I have to let him in.”

Lloyd's hand catched your wrist, “but what about my dick?” You looked down his erected member in his boxers, “tomorrow yeah? It's his first night, I don't want him to be alone.” With that you let the cat in.

Aramis jumped on the bed laying down between you and Lloyd, “great now we can't even cuddle because of that assh–” “hey! you better watch your mouth, I will just put him to the side and lay in the middle but don't direct your anger at him.”

You squeezed yourself between the two and closed your eyes. In the meantime Lloyd had a staring contest with the orange cat, “you may be cute, but–” a fist hit his arm, breaking of his sentence.

“You better sleep now before you stay outside,” “Everything for you sunshine.”

When you woke up the next morning you saw Lloyd and Aramis cuddled up next to each other. Quickly you took your phone from the nightstand taking a picture.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

ok so a follow up on the smut ask, when I said I’m obsess with the au

idk always pictured it with a mean but switch eddie, but I never gave steve any thought

something along the lines of reader being disappointed if their love life and perhaps stressed due to school or work and eddie, being the devil that he is, is offering to fuck in a mocking tone, like “oh you’re so stressed, poor baby, how bout I help you, hm?”

idk that’s all I have, go crazy

A/N: okay but I love how just done Steve is with Eddie's shenanigans. that's just what flowed through my mind as I wrote this. like a tired old man, so done with the annoying youngster

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“Steve,” you called over your shoulder, though didn’t take your eyes off the devil’s dark ones for even a second, “he’s being mean again.”

Not even bothering to look, Steve sighed, “stop bothering her, you know as well as I how much of a break she needs.”

“What?” the sly devil scoffed dramatically, that shit-eating grin not fading one bit, “I am not being mean! I just offered my help to our poor, poor damsel in distress here, that’s all.”

“I don’t want nor need your help, thank you very much,” you rolled your eyes, trying your best to go back to the reading assignment that was making your eyes feel like they’d fall out. 

“Oh yeah?” he leaned in close, pressing his nose into your hair, “you don’t need me to shut that big beautiful brain off? Throw you around till you forget your own name? You think your precious Stevie boy is gonna give you what you need right now?” noticing the sharp intake of air you sucked in, he chuckled, “yeah, I didn’t think so. Now,” you felt his ringed fingers tangle in the flow of your clothes, “take that goddamn dress off before I rip it in two.”

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[blue-jisungs]

this had been on my mind for a hot minute but imagine science/math nerd!jake falling for history nerd!reader

science nerd!jake with history nerd!partner

a/n. anon this is genius.

also please leave some comments or feedbacks :( its kind of demotivating to scroll through notifs and see blank likes or reblogs :(

i would like to start with the fact that everyone hates you bc of how sickeningly adorable you two are 🤕

jake won’t shut up about you

even the teachers r like…

“mr sim we know your partner is great but we’re talking about of what stars are made of”

well you are the only star he needs so 🙄

no but mans HATED history

like despised, even

but then you waltzed into his life with this little historical fun facts of yours :”)

like you met because of a mutual friend of yours – jungwon. he was tired of jake whining about how he sucks at history so he decided to introduce him to you and get him to start having tutor lessons

he didn’t listen to you though, he just stared at you and thought he was being slick with it…

but anyways.

he’s so cute ☹️

like when you’re playing some games idk knowledge is power or something similar he’ll anyways choose historical categories so you can answer :(

even though he could pick the science ones and win easily :((

or sometimes when you’re eating lunch with him and his friends and you’re having convos

and you’ll go like “oh speaking of bananas! did you know that in 1928 there was a banana massacre?”

and then you’ll move on with explaining in the tiniest detail all the bloody battles and stuff while they’re all like 😐

except jake because he always finds it so amusing that you even know all this stuff – and he genuinely wants to know

it’s the “listens-talks” dynamic but it works both ways

because sometimes jake will go on about how it happens why water is so extraordinary and you’ll listen as well… but also because of how happy he looks when he’s doing that :”)

and he loves your little historical jokes ☹️ and when you have some that connect to his field of science? he literally has hearts in his eyes.

“who invented fractions?” you’ll ask. jake will pretend to think even though you both know he doesn’t know the answer “henry the 1/4th!”

he will punch anyone who says your jokes are lame. spoiler alert: sunghoon

he also helps you when it comes to studying for exams and such, if you still have scientific subjects – and he’s actually good at that!!

very patient and good with explaining :D

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[merlucide]

Mahito x curse reader HC

Notes: Hi! This is my first post lol! Im new to writing so if you have tips lemme know! Not proof read- I wrote this tired so idk how this is TW: Unhealthy relationship, suggestive content, curse words, Mahito.

Words: 464

(I wrote this Y/N just as messed up as Mahito because that’s the only way I can see him with someone lol)

reader has boobs (just ignore it if you don’t)

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Mahito clings to you all the time. Like you gotta peel this man off of you, not that you mind if he clings. You cling to him just as much. You two often coo at each other whenever you feel like it. Jogo has often been a victim of seeing these disturbing displays of affection. His reactions just fuel you two to do it even more. 

Poor Jogo, he has to deal with both you guys all the time. He’s often the target of you twos teasing and pranking. Normally it ends up with a part of town blown up and some light scolding from Geto/kenjaku.

Mahito likes biting you, he likes to see if he draws any blood or will get a reaction from you, better if both. He likes to hold you so tightly that he leaves bruises. You don’t mind since you know that’s how he shows his love. He never hurts you to bad because well, he loves you in his fucked up little way<3. He loves it when you pull his hair harshly, it turns him on soooo much. 

Mahito loves to be babied by you. The way you fuss over him when he over does it. He gets really jealous when you baby the other curses. he don’t like that at all. Will make a big scene as he clings to you telling you to pay attention to him instead. 

Doesn’t like it when others mess with you. Only he gets to tease you. Will ‘accidentally’ blow their arms off saying they had it coming :3

He loves seeing you kill humans. It turns him on. Ok, anything that you do is violent turns him on. Will cheer for you when you are kicking some sorcerers ass. Will give you a big ol smooch afterwards. You two skipped back hand in hand singing some out of tune beat.

This man has noooo shame either. Like you could be talking about plans with the group and his hand up your shirts playing with your boobs. He likes pinching your nipples to make you react. (I’m so sorry I had to😭)) Also slaps your ass so hard too, like you can hear the smack across the country and see the bruise for centuries. He also really likes leaving really dark hickies in obvious places. 

I can’t tell if I see him more as a little spoon or a big one. I think he would like both. He always is touching you no matter what. Totally down for matching Pjs. 

You can’t tell me this man isn’t ice cold. Like brrrrrrrrr. You’re always cold because of his Jack Frost ass. 

Anywho, he loves you in his fucked up little way and you love him in your fucked up little way :3

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haha I hope this was okay😅 thanks for reading!

Reblogs are appreciated! December 10th 2023

[simpjaes]

hihi! <3 i love your works sm! you write the absolute best, but i honestly have a genuine question, why don’t you like silent readers? i hope it’s not a rude question to ask but i’m just genuinely curious because i understand that there comes to a limit of how people interact with posts, but i’d also like to hear your input as well :)

(you’re my fav smut writer hehe)

hi, first of all, thank you 🖤 am proud to be your favorite 🥹

secondly, in all honesty, its a little complicated. silent readers are only one of the issues on tumblr. If they’re truly silent, i won’t even know they’re reading for me to be upset in the first place, which sucks really fucking bad…

where i actually get pissed of is, well, it’s the people who spam like but don’t reblog, follow me, or leave me any feedback. additionally, it’s the people who beg and plead and demand i write more while never reblogging, or telling me why they like my work in the first place.

i write for free, and while i appreciate all feedback i get, reblogs are so important to writers here on tumblr and i urge you to peek at the ratios of my fics. likes vs reblogs, people asking for more without reblogging or liking etc.

i also have anon enabled specifically for those who don’t want to expose who they are in terms of feedback (silent readers). id like to think that after i spend days and weeks and months writing, people would at the very least either leave feedback or a reblog. yknow? but thats simply not rly the case.

i’m tired of begging for interaction basically, bc as shitty as it is, many writers only get likes and demands for more writing over anything else and it’s exhausting. i try to avoid that if at all possible because ill end up not writing at all. i am real a person. if you are consuming and enjoying my content, pllssss pls pls make it known to me in some way that isnt just an empty like or rude and entitled demand!!

this rly is why the writing community here is dying. arguably, silent readers do play a part in that as well, but they’re more neutral and don’t interact at all. half of the time they don’t even use their blogs ;-; which…if that’s the case why not give us a lil reblog then? like it’s not harmful and gives the author a lil warm and fuzzy feeling.

idk man. ppl basically just treat authors like machines, literal shit, and like we owe them more and more of our creativity so they can rub one out.

i will always stand by this: i do not owe anyone an orgasm. but if you’re going to make demands, or are simply hoping i write more without telling me, then please don’t be a silent reader, a serial liker, or a person who won’t even follow or reblog me.

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

XH Jungsu hcs pt.1

Summery: just what the title says. something hopefully you find cute, fluffy, and shorter to read approximately: 10 min read

a/n: mark my words next month I WILL do a pt.2 that's more in the hcs I did for jooyeon where its about how y'all probably got together and little scenes from yalls relationship just gotta get this gyu fic out first. please comment or reblog if you liked this!

warnings/info: kissing, some sort of relationship idk what tho never really specified, cuddles, mentions of washing your face (don't forget to wash the grime off today y'all) mentions of him needing reader but noting else of the like is mentioned, talking about changing a light bulb with wet hands (don't ask), a couple misspelled words ill eventually will get to and weed out. pls don't be mean I did most of this with no sleep

~this is simply a piece of fiction. my imagination onto "paper." this is in no way meant to be taken as an actual or real representation of anyone~

ok ok ok there's so many things I don't even know where to start!!

first of all, the softest human being you could ever ask for

I dunno man he just exudes cuddly-ness to me

speaking of cuddles, while I don't think physical touch is one of his love languages, that doesn't mean the first time he gets a taste of you so close to him, he doesn't wanna have you in each others arms for eternity.

Lazy. Morning. Cuddles.

nothing more even needs to be said on that. they're his favorite with you

tangled in the sheets and each others limbs all over the place, his arm about to fall asleep because you're laying on it.... facing each other...

there's not much in life that brings him more indescribable immense joy than to wake up next to you and turn over to scoop you up into his arms.

during times like these, you'd talk, about anything and everything cause it didn't really matter. he would always listen intentively and so would you, calming whatever worries you might have and making you feel like everything would be ok.

cause to be honest, it would be with him around

that brings another thing:

I feel like he's not only the type to listen and provide good advice when he feels like you'd like or need it, but he's also the type to see something going wrong in the moment and try his best to help pull you out of it

like if he can sense someone is making you feel uncomfortable he'll go over there by you, most of the time he doesn't really do much, knowing that you can handle yourself. but at the same time him making his presence known calms and comforts you

don't get me wrong tho, if the time is right he will be saying something to defuse or help that uncomfortable situation

skincare routines together!!!!!

like you cannot convince me that doing that together wouldn’t one, be extremely frequent, and two, is one of the cutest things to do ever

it all started when he gently helped you do it when you were too tired to do so yourself

he knew you’d be mad with yourself if you didn’t get it don’t you slept with an unwashed face

so, being the great guy he is he coaxed you into the bathroom and helped you with it

”lemme help you, sweetie.” He said “I know you’re mostly asleep already”

And there…. Was born a treasure of a tradition.

From then on you’d do it together cause quote “it was kinda fun”

imagine him gently rubbing your cheeks, nose, wherever, with your facial wash! It’d be so cute I can’t—

but most of the time it just consisted of you two doing it next to each other in the bathroom or bedroom mirror

sometimes he’d lean his head on your shoulder and stare up at you, the only thought in his mind how lucky he was to have you

God, just the thought of it— the word itself, even, made his heart swell with joy

Plus he thinks it’s really cute to do that little couple thing together

he boops his nose to yours. I won't be taking any comments

prue fact

honestly he's pretty much your best friend

thinks you're the coolest human alive no matter what you do

like you could be putting your shoes on and he's still mesmerized

he's standing there like "ugh the way you put them on?? I've never seen anything like it"

for real tho, he exudes this aura that makes you feel like you can do anything

and spurs you on to do just that!

cause you can! duh!

here's something I really appreciate about some people that I feel he'd be like:

as someone who is like, your best friend, he wouldn't always act like you're always right

though most of the time you are tbh

but sometimes you need that person telling you that hey, maybe this isn't the best decision and not just supporting you just cause

like a REAL supporter ya know

at least to me, someone who like really actually supports you is someone who will actually try and help if you need it and tries their hardest to make sure you don't get hurt

like "um yeah maybe changing a light bulb with wet hands isn't the best."

idk man most people know not to do that but you catch my drift?

don't get me wrong tho he still worships the ground you walk on

he just cares so much about you that he actually wants to help

also I don't know why this came into my mind but in the words of Alicia keys: he'll "love you when you're weak and love you when you're strong"

because unlike some, he wants to help because he cares, but that's not his only focus.

if you accomplish something, then he'll applaud you, never jealous. just happy you were able to do what you did

if you need help, he won't hesitate to help you

there's no room for any type of wounded masculinity with all the love he has for you in his heart.

I don't know how else to explain it but there you go

just... you're both a voice of reason for each other

I've said this before but you're like the seasoning that makes his life better

actually wait no

not better

the best it possibly can be

and who doesn't want their life to be the best it could?

ugh oh my god his kisses!!!!!

his kisses are the sweetest fr

they can either be the softest and sweetest thing you've ever felt or the could be the hungriest

but no matter what they always will maintain that softer and sweeter than cotton candy feel to them that you can never get tired of

he's got you chasing his lips after he pulls away type shit

he does he same to be honest lmao

no matter if he needs you

or if he just, I dunno, wants to kiss you lol

they're still so soft and somehow still delicate that even feathers would be jealous

holds your face and leans his body into yours when he kisses you and it makes the both of you smile into it

there's a lot of that

just joy that not only can't help but bubble over in how smiley the both of you are together, but also the way you've become around others

~end~

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[buff-muffin]

(I'm @beanghostprincess btw this is just my main acc) Please please, I need more ideas of yours for the headcanon of Sabo being deaf in one ear. Because the reblog you wrote was awesome and I desperately need more of it. Besides, I would love to make it a bit angstier and write about him struggling but I don't have any experience with this and I think your opinions would be great <3333

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT NJSDNIJSXN OK OK BUT IF YOU WANT ANGST YOU GOTTA KNOW HOW HALF DEAFNESS WORKS. I don’t mind explaining this shit so dw I’m giggling as I write this.

I will say as a like, heads up I was born deaf in one ear Sabo lost it later on so I’m not 100 right but shut up self projection whoop whoop. I can to what I want. You can at least be half right with this information.

So unlike regular deafness it’s important to note Sabo still has one perfectly working ear. An ear that works overtime.

You need two ears to be able to figure out where noises come from cause it will be slightly louder and softer in each ear ect (idk man). Sabo doesn’t have that hence why my thought of needing Koala to be a quick guide for him. Without her help, he’s just gotta look around till he figures out what made the noise. Obviously he doesn’t have to worry too much about sneak attacks n shit cause of Haki but like. A enemy transponder snail calling and Koala is gone? He’s spinning in a circle and moving his head around till the noise gets louder and he can figure out WHERE THE FUCK IT IS.

This plus a pinch of paranoia and left on his own? Delectable. Hearing noises like distant gunshots, explosions, footsteps but can’t sense anyone and can’t figure out where they are or even where to go to help? Horrifying. ESPECIALLY A YOUNGER SABO NEW TO THIS DISABILITY.

Also in social settings this can be super tiring as in loud spaces all that noise is going into one ear and can make hearing one person trying to talk to you directly nearly impossible and rather overwhelming, that’s why I find the Luffy being loud enough to hear in a crowd delightful. There’s no strain cause Luffy is just that loud. But like. Ya know, War zones are pretty loud. And when you’re reaching your stress and social battery limit and you suddenly can’t seem to hear your best friend over the sound of canonballs? I’d be pretty damn close to tears too Sabo.

Also for a short while kid Sabo was probably easily snuck up on at least till he adjusted cause he can’t tell what side people are coming from. And when you get jumpscared cause you didn’t hear someone multiple times in an hour? It makes you feel like ASS

OH!!! Another juicy thing you could use is stripping him of his sight (as in a blindfold or a dark room) and forcing him to rely on his poor hearing to navigate. He can’t hear what’s going on and when you’re stripped of your senses it’s very easy to panic since your body can’t readjust itself.

Dude there is SO MUCH ANGST TO PLAY WITH.

Anyways as a little fluff palette cleanser: The revs obviously learned to adjust to their chief of staff’s disability and Sabo’s personal transponder snail wiggles when it’s ringing so he can know it’s his snail ringing not someone else’s. Any snail given to Sabo must be trained for this.

Ok fr though I hopes this helps! Feel free to ask more about this or ask me more specific things when it comes to your writings if you’re unsure I am always happy to help!!

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - traveling with him!

pov: you traveling with kane to japan :)

warnings: none

type: wholesome

member: kane ratan from nsb

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE VERY APPRECIATED!

I’m sorry if i made any mistakes :’) im tired lol

This man would be soooo excited!!

« Y/N!! WE’RE GOING TO JAPAN, LETS GOOOO!! »

(More under the cut!)

All the sushi, all the beautiful stores, all the animes, the culture… ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

I don’t blame him for getting excited for this travelling…

I don’t think it’s his first time getting on plane, so i think he wouldn’t be that stressed or nervous about taking it? Idk?

For this headcanon, let’s say he isn’t, okay? Because i genuinely don’t know if he like taking the planes or not 😭

So, you guys were waiting at the airport

He would talk to you times to times while playing games on his phone or texting the members (yes bc u r travelling with him alone in this hc)

He would share his AirPods with you and play soft anime music to calm you down if you’re scared of taking the plane or something like that

He would be sooo comforting

This headcanon isn’t about comforting you if you’re scared to take the plane, but just know this man would be such a comfort :(

You know in plane, we can bring a bag (carry-on), so i think Kane would be the type to put a lot of stuff in it 😭

Like candies or bottle of water haha

He would even bring an hoodie for you if you’re cold

We all deserve a Kane in our life 🫶🏻

He would give you words of affirmations like « hey, you got this! » or « i am here with you, everything’s going to be okay »

He would give you chewing gum so your ears do not hurt when the plane is taking off (it doesn’t really hurt, it’s just not fun)

Ofc, if you are not scared the plane, just know this man would still hold your hand

« I’m not scared?!! I juste want to hold your hand!! »

Hungry? This man would be like « here’s the plane menu »

And don’t ever think to use your money

This man will not accept that

« I can pay! »

« I know you can too, but i want to pay »

« Let me pay!!! It’s my treat, alright? »

Btw, just so you know, you are taking the first class

You know the one where you can have intimate cabin (no, it won’t turn into 18+, dw), more fancier drinks and food, wifi…

Well, he would book this one for you!!

« You had to try that at least one time in your life, baby »

This man loves to spoil you, what can i say?

He would literally do an anime night (more like anime flight lol) with you ON THE PLANE

And he would also make you teach Japanese if you’re not fluent or something like that

« Your prononciation is perfect! »

« Do you know how to say ‘thank you’ in Japanese? »

Taking plane with Kane would be amazing

And really fun!!

No because his taste in anime is already so good, his presence is so fun and he’s like so funny and so cool, like what do you want more?

It’s the perfect trip 😎

Please, enjoy this trip to the fullest, this man loves you very much and always want to see you smile and laugh!

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[oatmealmika]

attack on titan characters and random jobs (modern au) part 2

part 1 part 3

Erwin Smith :

• a military commander, but he doesn’t trust the government at all.

• i know how low hanging this fruit is, but it’s for a good reason!!

• when he’s at his family reunions, he’d be persuading people into joining the military.

• “listen, suzie, are you sure? why not give the military a chance? we allow you to sleep in until 6am!”

• his father was a military man, wanting to uncover the mysteries of the world. unfortunately, he died when on the battlefield. erwin joined the military later on to discover what his father never could.

• people feared him at first, but eventually they really lightened up to him and respect him greatly.

• one of the soldiers has a tiktok account and they post erwin and other soldiers doing weird things throughout the day.

• he watches all the shows/movies that his comrades recommend him!!

Hange Zoë :

• zookeeper or scientist. hell, why not both?!

• hange will talk to the lions like they’re their pets.

• “oh, albert, who’s a good boy? you are! yeah, you are!” “hange, you’re getting to close!!”

• moblit is tired of babysitting hange

• sings the animals songs from the 50s and does so in an accent, i just don’t know what accent it is, though. i don’t think it’d be an existing accent, just something hange made up!

• runs harmless experiments on the animals and is very dedicated.

• invites their friends to the zoo and introduces all of the animals to them.

• absolutely has named one of the animals after levi

• on the topic of levi-

• levi acts like he wasn’t listening to whatever hange was saying when they introduced him to the animals, but he actually was and he memorized all of the animals’ names <3

Levi Ackerman :

• i know he is a writer, also working as a janitor part time.

• he would write something like science fiction, mystery, or fantasy fiction. maybe even a mix of it all!!

• is known in the book community as the author that makes fans cry. he’s even cried while writing his books!

• idk why, but this ‘red swan’ cover gives off levi’s books vibe!

• his humor in his books don’t really land with others, but when hange read his books, they laughed so hard at the jokes.

• very sweet with fans, actually. unless if they take photos of him without his permission, he will turn the other way or stick his head into a book.

• at his janitor job, a student read his books and they eventually became friends. that student is armin :)

• he has a really hard time finding the right words to convey the emotions in his books, but he is determined to find a way to make it easier!!

• inspired characters off of hange and erwin! when they confronted him about it, he was like, “it’s a coincidence, asswipe”.

• has a tumblr he’s barely active on, but he does reblog fanart and the occasional rant.

• spends hours trying to find the perfect name for a character.

Moblit Berner :

• a zookeeper, standing beside hange.

• makes sure they don’t get their head bit off by a lion.

• probably also makes balloon animals for kids (and hange) and he is actually amazing at it!!

• for example :

• ^ hange’s usual order for a balloon animal

• once, hange’s glasses were off and they didn’t know. they saw one of moblit’s balloon animals and they ran experiments on them. they thought it was so groundbreaking about how their insides were only air. levi broke the news to them-

• if there is a tour bus at the zoo or something, hange would be the one usually talking. moblit would be making short remarks and be the “comedic, tired babysitter™️“.

Onyankopon :

• favorite season 4 aot character check <3

• he would travel the world with his closest friends!

• but he would also be an airplane pilot

• or he would be “that guy” who would have an uncanny amount of jobs. like, he has enough money to pay for what he needs and such, but it seems like he just gets jobs for fun?? like larry from the amazing world of gumball (that was the first thing that came to mind)

• he says he is a pilot, though

• once, he showed up in a new blockbuster movie that hange went to the theaters to watch

• often gets recognized by people in public for a job he didn’t even remember he did

• “oh yes, um… i was a voice actor, yes, yes”

• he was in some of the most popular movies of the year, but he will forget about that in a week.

• good thing it doesn’t go to his head, though. he will stay humble.

Yelena :

• something sneaky, like a spy

• a little too good at her job

• like, she’s secretive about everything. even stuff she really doesn’t need to be sneaky about.

• whenever she needs something like a disguise, she’ll go to onyankopon for it (because he also specializes in costume making).

• if you’re into pieck x yelena, here’s something : pieck (even tho i don’t think she’d have this job, too) and yelena, enemies, got teamed up together for a mission. your basic enemies to lovers trope.

• i don’t know much about spy work, if it isn’t obvious :’)

a/n : thanks for reading this, these take a while. i will most likely be making a part 3 to this, containing the warriors (pieck, porco, colt, zeke, maybe i am missing somebody).

anyways, byeee :)

[euphoricfilter]

i’m so tired of searching for fics and just people in general that don’t see or treat jimin completely different than the rest of the members. idk how to explain it? but nothing he does, none of the others don’t. and yet he gets treated like this absolute baby girl feminine princess. an almost 30 year old man. it just feels like everyone else in bts smut land is respected as a man even the most babiest babies like jk and jin. and the babies with duality like hobi and tae. but jimin? no he’s not a man from busan who gets angry easily, always talks his shit and always flirts with fans. isn’t extremely and has always been sexually expressive and a tease. from filter to serendipity to like crazy to that video of him in paris with those girls at a party like ugh. i feel like i’m the only one that sees jimin like how we see every other man who we respect and don’t demasculinze and misgender based on stereotypes. i just want soft dom, cute boyfie jimin fics, without it being all about switch stuff and sub jimin stuff. a man can be sweet and pretty and still be a man, and act as such in and out of a relationship 😭 this was a random rant but searching jimins name on reddit and twitter got me so mad at seeing him being projected onto and emasculated and dehumanized because of he’s a sweetheart. anyways i’m candy anon. much like jimin, sweet and soft but also sometimes hard and sour. all yummy. (also jimins busan satori is the hottest thing on earth, when he gets mad or upset, which is a lot lol. his native accent coming out? >>>)

no i kinda know what you mean!! i think people feel like ‘femininity’ (within whatever capacity we’re talking about) and dominance are exclusive events and can’t coincide?

i think we’ve mentioned it recently on this blog how open we think jimin is about sex as whole 🚶‍♀️i agree!! he’s very sexually expressive, especially through his solo songs and projects where he’s able to express himself as an individual 🕺

as a writer— and as mentioned like months ago, when i started writing requests (which was meant to be a joke but became way out of hand), barely any one ever requests jimin. i think i got one request out of 30+?🚶‍♀️ and i don’t know if it’s just my page.. or if it’s because it’s kinda obvious that i find it hard to write any of the members as subs or as a switch (simply because i don’t have a dominant bone in my body and even though i don’t necessarily see myself as the ‘reader’ in my fics, it’s hard to write the “other” character as a sub) and therefore no one was interested because they saw jimin as a switch or more subby

i think for people it’s easy to demascluinize jimin simply because he’s come to terms with himself and has been open that yeah, he isn’t what you’d call a “classic male” or doesn’t present as a “typical man” but i think that some people can’t comprehend that just because someone shows more feminine traits or qualities, or has been open about not forcing a stupid, outdated agenda onto himself. doesn’t mean he’s any less of a man 🧍‍♀️

soft dom jimin ☹️ going back to what i was saying a couple of days ago. he’s definitely the type of guy to do a lot of research to make sure he knows a lot and that what you’re doing is gonna be a safe experience for the both of you and just :( he’d definitely be a pleasure dom too. and would definitely be open about sex as a topic, probably doesn’t shy away from much

it’s okay!! i quite enjoy having these kinds of conversations with people but it’s not often i get to have them 💞

i really do see what you mean though. a lot of the twitter aus i’ve read, either it be member x member or jimin x reader he’s always basically portrayed the same in most if not all fics.

if i ever stumble across any fun dom jimin fics i’ll reblog them for you 🙏 and obviously try and write some good stuff as well whenever inspiration or motivation hits 💪

candy anon 🫂🫂🫂 that’s so cute 😭

jimin using satoori >>>>> 🕺

anyways! if you wanna go deeper into this topic at any time or literally anything else i’d love to just chat about stuff. it’s always interesting to see other peoples’ opinions on things like this

[runawaymun]

Celebrían being a soft fem who can also kick ass and hold her own is how it is in my brain. It’s my strong preference but I just had to share it here since you like the soft fem too. Obsessed with soft fem characters who can also kick ass & take names while still being soft and fem.

Exactly exactly exactly

Let female characters be soft and fem and have traditionally “feminine” hobbies!! I don’t have anything against butch/masc female characters or brash female characters or female characters who are DTF (down to fight), but I take issue with Strong Female Characters (y’know…)

The Strong Female Character(tm) is a trope rooted in the misogynistic view that things associated with femininity are therefore weak or boring. Things we associate with masculinity are admirable and cool and strong!! See the Sansa/Arya dichotomy in ASOIAF — I don’t mean the way GRRM writes them, but the fandom’s reaction to these characters as a whole speaks for itself. On a villain note, consider how nearly universally hated (not meow-meowified) female villains are coded, such as Cersei Lannister, Phyllis Schlafly (I know she’s a real person but I’m speaking to Mrs America), Alicent Hightower (especially when contrasted with Rhaenyra), Regina George, Nurse Ratched, and even Dolores Umbridge and Annie Wilkes. Think about what forms of power and control they turn to (usually sexual power, “feminine mystique”, deception, weaponization of the patriarchy and of beauty standards — and conversely coldness, aloofness, — traits which are fine for a man but not considered feminine). In fact, if you just look up a list of the most iconic female villains, nearly every single one is coded with traits and usage of power that we (in western cultures) attribute traditionally to femininity.

Idk I’m very Unhinged about this, but I am tired of seeing soft pink femininity being either demonized or patronized. Women can be soft and they can kick ass, and by kick ass I don’t mean pick up a sword, I mean they can be soft and kind and kick ass using traditionally feminine methods of wielding power and influence. That’s how Celebrían is in my brain. She’s great at quietly commanding a room, dressing to impress (or intimidate), using her Mom Voice(tm) if need be, but also mostly just gently pushing people to be the best versions of themselves through positive manipulation. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a supportive person — and by that I mean there is nothing wrong with being the person on the sidelines quietly listening and cheering people on and encouraging them and letting them talk their issues out, and making them clothes to wear that they feel good in and stuffing them full of good food and making sure they’ve had their hug. That is badass. These are things we associate with motherhood and it is badass. It is badass. It is badass and it is worth it and it is a valuable use of one’s life. Not everybody needs to pick up a sword or Do Big Things, if you are a person who likes to support others, to be a helper, a nurturer — that is badass. In a world that says we must be Loud and Incite Change and Go Go Go, to Live Our Truth and Chase Our Big Dream— to live a quiet life full of kindness focused on supporting others is a radical act.

I guess what I am trying to say is that we need to Do Better towards quiet people — you know, the people that don’t create much but they reblog and share and encourage and listen! Or the people who may not Write Big Fics or Compose Music or Go Rock Climbing or whatever (all awesome) — those people are the absolute bedrock of society. The people who crochet and make little dioramas and who bake and just sing because they like to sometimes. The people who are thoughtful and nurturing and feel like they’re just sort of treading water, who don’t have Big Plans and feel smaller for it— you’re not!! You’re not!! You are valuable!!! You are so valuable!! I am clenching you in both my fists do you understand!??

What I am saying is that the world has great need of hugs, and reblogs, and “how are you’s”, and pressed flowers, and baked goods, and gardens, and lumpy crocheted dishcloths, and quiet conversations in the car in the driveway at midnight, and “can I get your groceries for you or just hang out while you run errands”, and “here’s a card Just Because”, and “have you eaten today?”

That’s why soft Celebrían is so important to me. That’s what I am trying to say, that’s why I write her that way. What I am saying is that people like my Celebrían are important. Just as important as the Elronds and Galadriels and Gandalfs and Aragorns and Fingons and Celebrimbors and Eowyns and Thorins, and Earendils.

And if characters like Bilbo, Frodo, Sam, Faramir, and Nienna are any indication, Tolkien felt the same way.

I keep returning to what Tolkien wrote at the end of The Hobbit, which remains key to my understanding of his Legendarium and just…central to my life philosophy these days:

“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

[jemgirl86]

I'm not surprised by the drop, I'm mostly surprised it made the list because, among other things, people don't reblog, they don't interact. You can post a meta about the ship and you'll get 8 likes on a good day. Also, controversial opinion, it wasn't fun going into the tag for awhile, like it seemed you were shamed for shipping it. There were sideways comments even among Sambucky shippers. There was also a blogger who was bullied and called fake black for shipping Sambucky more than Sarahbucky

Hey, anon. I’m probably about to be more long winded than I should, as usual lol.

So, okay, I expected the drop too, but not like this. A good chunk of people who were around last year or even earlier this year were Stuckies who showed up due to TFATWS because they were just happy that Bucky was in the vicinity of a man again. They didn’t care about Sam, and they barely cared about Bucky, and I didn’t expect them to stick around too long once it became clear to them that people were going to pushback against their nonsense.

There’s a lot of folks though who I think just flat out stopped interacting. For example, I personally think a lot of people are still reading and enjoying fic and headcanons, but like you said, they aren’t reblogging or liking, and they certainly aren’t leaving kudos on ao3 and that’s the part that is kinda shocking to me.

When I first started being active in this fandom, the more established people here were so friendly to me. When I posted a snippet of my first SamBucky fic, people with big followings were so receptive to it and reblogged it and said such nice things, and that was months before the show aired. Idk… I guess what I’m trying to say is, I expected the fandom to go back to the size and engagement that it had before the show, I expected it to drop off in that way, but I didn’t expect things to be the way they are now with little to no interaction on posts and fics, here and on ao3.

You’re right: the tag wasn’t fun for a while. I mentioned on another post, that at one point last year I deactivated my blog because I was tired of the fandom racism and needed a break. I came back about a month later, used the same name, and followed the accounts I knew I could trust under my new blog. I also remember the SamBucky vs SarahBucky issues, and as someone who’s written fics for both ships, I didn’t get it, but I can see why it would have turned people off. Sidenote: someone accused me of antiBlackness the other day because I don’t ship Namor and Shuri, so, I get that people can be idiots.

I’m really rambling now, but I’ll say that my personal theory is that some people left because of racism, and some people left because they were really stuckies the whole time, and some folks left over other fandom drama, BUT MOST people who don’t interact anymore don’t because they don’t understand the give and take of fandom AND they, I don’t know how to exactly say it, but they don’t know how to fandom period. If Anthony and Seb aren’t on a press tour or if Sam & Bucky aren’t on a screen in front of them, it’s like they can’t still like them. It’s weird.

They’re my ship and I’m a stick beside ‘em though, lol. Catch me at the theatre with the other 3 SamBuckies like @glittercake said lmaooo

[hyuukais]

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9:00 PM

Word Count: 263

Genre: Riki x reader, fluff

Warnings: goes from 100-0 real quick so honestly nothing, but it starts off with explosions

Author: I want build legos with him :( man i just want someone to build legos and cuddle with :(((( i’m so lonely 💀 and thank you @seung-scrittore for beta reading :D

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#4

Our Love In Dandelions

The day you two met, you made a wish on a dandelion. Today, the eve of your 21st birthday, you find yourself making that wish again.

Word count: 3.0k

Genre: Beomgyu x reader, soulmate au!, childhood friends-to-lovers au!, fluff, angst

Warnings: language

Author: Thank you so much @sunlightwoo for beta reading ! this was also how i realized that, at this point, the only fics i have written for gyu are childhood friends to lovers but it just works so well for him idk. anyways happy birthday to this special lad &lt;3

Playlist: here

Kids can be ruthless. In a time before you really develop a filter, words come and go as they please. Be it the coldest insults a 5-year-old can muster or the weirdest questions on planet earth, things are said without much care. Having said that, kindergarten could be the worst place ever sometimes. At least that seemed to be the truth for the young boy you saw curled into himself across the playground. He sat at the edge of the primary play structure, far away from everyone else running around on the field. Head tucked into his knees; his body growing smaller as he pulled tighter and tighter into his chest. You had barely begun to learn the names or faces of your classmates, but you recognized the small yellow sweater clinging to his frame. Your mind recalled a little boy in your class wearing something similar today; he’d been extremely energetic during introductions.

He must be that boy.

Moving closer, something else in your little brain clicked at the soft shaking of his shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

The boy looked up at you. His eyes were glassy, cheeks red and puffy. He seemed so fragile, on the verge of tears. Meeting your eyes, he quickly wiped at the tear tracks marking his face.

“I-I’m fine.” The small words stuck to his throat.

Looking at his frame, shaking and alone, you decided to sit next to him, “But you’re crying.”

His mouth remained closed but he couldn’t turn to look at you.

“Why are you crying?”

“I-I wanted to go play w-with them, b-but they said I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Oh…well, you can play with me. If you want.”

The boy's soft sniffles silenced as he turned to you. “Huh?”

“Come on!” All of a sudden, his hand was in yours as you pulled him along behind you. Despite initial surprise he held, as you dragged him from game to game, the happy little boy you initially remembered surfaced once again. The two of you ran and jumped and played for what seemed like forever, off in your own little world. But, as recess slowly neared its end, so did your small pocket of joy.

Tired from all of your running, you two sat side by side in the grass.

“Look! Dandelions!” His tiny fingers plucked up a fuzzy, white ball from dirt before puffing out all the air in his lungs. Bunches of white fuzz broke apart, taking flight on their own.

“Whoa! How’d you do that!?”

“You just pick them up and blow on it, see?” He repeated his actions sending another flurry of white into the sky, “My mommy says if you make a wish while blowing, it’ll come true!”

“Really!?”

“Yep! My mommy is never wrong.”

“I wanna try!” You reached forward to the grass, fumbling around with the stem before pulling it out. Following all of his instructions, you take a deep breath before letting it all go. The seeds scatter across your vision and you quickly close your eyes to make your silent wish. When you opened them up, you found the boy watching you intently.

“What did you wish for?”

“I wish that we’ll play together every day and be best friends forever!”

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291 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#3

ASKING THE HH UNIT TO BUY PADS FOR YOU

Genre: SVT Hip Hop unit x afab! reader, fluff, comedy (?), smau

Warnings: language, discussion of periods (obviously), mentions of pregnancy and blood/bleeding (not excessive tho), no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader though they are implied afab

Author: lol idk 😎 posting this because i don’t want it in my drafts anymore ☝️

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493 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

Out Of Ten

rating the things they “accidentally” leave at your apartment

Word count: 435

Genre: TXT x Reader, headcanon, fluff

Warnings: yeonjun’s feels kinda suggestive at the end but none tbh, pg

Author: come get y’all juice 🧃

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538 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy Birthday

TXT wishing you a happy birthday!

Genre: TXT x Reader, SMAU, slice of life, comedy

Warnings: Language, suggestive jokes and innuendos, pg-13

Author: it’s my birthday and i decided to just put out something small just cause,,,but yay i’m older 🫡

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748 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

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