#introverted polite cat...

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Lance Stroll Recharging.

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when you’re leading the championship and just won 3 races in a row, but remember you attempted the griddy live on international television

[astrobydalia]

🐍New year astro observations

first post of 2025, the year of the snake!

– astrobydalia

A thing I've noticed is that degrees can carry some energy from the dignities. For example if you have your Mercury in 21º degree in whatever sign, that mercury can express characteristics of debilitation since that's a sagittarius degree and mercury is debiltated in sagittarius

Aquarius placements, specially venus, appear picky when choosing their friends or people they truly like but honestly I've noticed that all they want is someone who has a personality. Like literally just be your own person and they’ll love seeing how you’re someone with many layers to you. It sounds simple but we live in a society where the instinct is to imitate others to fit in and Aquarius placements like it when you're (genuinely) true to yourself. Does not mean they will make you their bestie cause that depends on each individual but they at least appreciate the authenticity.

^^I remember this Aquarius Venus guy had a crush on me back in college and he once said to me "I like you because you're complicated"😭

Aquarius/11th house placements befriend people who share their political/philosophical/spiritual ideals. I’ve noticed that the people they ghost the most are the ones who don’t share their visions

Mercury rx natives are very good listeners actually. Even if they have the planet in domicile or exaltation, they are very patient when it comes to obsorbing info that's why I've seen this placement is common in "nerds" or book worms. They take their time understanding things and can come across as slow sometimes but they’re just very meticulous.

Capricorn Moons and their “facts don’t care about your feelings” attitude while simultaneously being the most sensitive and emotional person in the room

Something else I've seen with debilitated moons (scorpio/cap moon) is that they tend to have no patience or sympathy for people who seem to have it easy in life in some way. They only seem to respect people who know what it's like to struggle like they have

Virgo Mars natives are low-key misanthropic and/or introverts. They don’t like being around people for too long cause they very easily feel a lot of disdain for others' dumb and nonsense behaviors. It’s like they seem to be so easily exasperated by everything and everyone ​

Also, I’ve noticed Virgo Mars people are the type to stay low profile during conflicts or tense situations, mostly choose flight over fight response. They are surprisingly calm and collected and will find a solution or escape in no time. When they feel threatened and choose to fight tho… they get cold-blooded af

Taurus Venus natives are so POISED and elegant and I say that as a libra venus. You will never see them being messy, they behave with a lot of class always

Venus-Sun conjunction in synastry is actually not so good imo. In a natal chart this is considered a weak aspect for relationships because venus is combust. When we find it in synastry, this means Sun person combusts venus person. At best Venus person almost worships Sun person to their detriment. At worst Venus person feels like sun person is too much and tends to see the sun person as too obnoxious

I also think this is why Sun-Moon conjunction in synastry is overrated. Moon is too soft of a planet and sun feeds off of the moon’s affection while moon becomes attached and drained. I’ve very often seen with this aspect how sun person unknowingly offends or hurts moon person in some way

Also, strong venus synastry between women can manifest as toxic competition, "cat fight" energy

Venus opposite/square Moon is a very phony aspect tbh specially the square. They appear to be way nicer than they actually are

I've noticed men with Leo placements tend to be pretty sexist and openly defend traditional gender roles or patriarchy values. The instinct of Leo men is to be the 'king', the leader and Alpha just like actual lions. However if they also have strong feminine energy in their chart such as major water and earth energy they tend to show more benevolent sexism or chivalry behavior

Gemini placements will immediately like you if you are someone who is open to chill chats with them and you overall make them feel like they can freely rant to you about random stuff

Cancers are very infantilized but imo they are the least naive and most intelligent out of all the water signs. Cancer Moons in particular I've noticed can actually have a very accurate and impartial intuition. Cancer Moons have this ability to just understand and accept people's feelings, intentions and situations exactly for what they are without any judgement which makes them VERY intelligent people. Idk I’ve just seen cancer moons are actually the most level-headed out of all water moons

Leo Venus honestly give me huge pick-me vibes and low-key have the personality of a spoiled brat fr. I've seen ppl with this placement be a lil to obsessed with getting sexual attention and being the most desirable person in the room

honestly I've noticed that the people I genuenly get along with the best in the long run are people I have 1st house synastry with. There's something about 1st house synastry that feels SO uplifting and refreshing like there's this spark everytime you see or are with this person and you just naturally get eachother's vibe

That said, 7th house synastry is a bit overrated imo. Again, not saying it is bad but this is the house of open enemies as well as partnerships. 7th house represents parts of yourself you have a hard time accessing and that's why you attract people with this energy. Therefore 7th house synastry often creates love-hate dynamics, cause it's like yeah you like the person on a surface level but there's always some hidden 'BUT' bc they low-key embody the exact opposite of what you identify (1st house)

6th house synastry is very common in people that dislike each other, specially the house person disliking the planets person

Virgo placements are STARVED for validation like no other sign but they hide this well cause they don't wanna appear desperate. They tend to carry this teachers pet behavior to all sorts of aspects of their life hence the trope of virgo being obedient or goodie-two-shoes

I need to ask Capricorn Mars people: when do y’all sleep? Every single minute of these people’s lives is occupied with some activity, be that work or leisure. And funny thing is they never seem to be overwhelmed or tired at all, in fact the more they do the more energized they seem to be

Something else I’ve noticed with Capricorn Mars is that they tend to have a very bold and obnoxious personality. Even if they are more introverted, they tend to be a little too direct to the point where they can come across as rude, insensitive and power-hungry. But at the same time this makes them appear competent and confident and a lot of ppl like that about them

Scorpio Juno natives tend to be very opportunistic and greedy when it comes to business. Sometimes to the point of having questionable work ethic sometimes. Overall this is a major placement for indicating talent in business or finance and making a lot of money

Libra Venus natives have a wondering eye definitely. What makes them start to consider someone as a potential partner is looks first and foremost, the rest comes later lol

I once saw an observation that said “gemini placements want you to listen to them but they won’t listen to you” and let me tell you this is a FACT. Talking with a Gemini placement feels like they’re just brain dumping stuff on you💀💀Love you guys tho

Libra loves to flex their wealth, achievements and status a lot more than Capricorn/Scorpio/Leo

Capricorn placements are naturally good educators and they honestly give me influencer energy low-key. They just naturally have this trustworthy and competent energy that when they lean into guiding and teaching people in some way they really excel and attract success the most

Venus-Venus synastry >>>>>> Venus-Mars synastry. With Venus-Venus aspects (even harsh ones) there’s a natural desire to bond/come together with this person in some way no matter what, so the attraction is most of the time mutual and very lasting. You also just naturally like each other and genuinely enjoy each other’s presence. If the relationship is sexual then the sex is just as good if not better than with Mars cause Venus rules pleasure and you’ll both want to please each other while Mars tends to be more self-serving sexually

This is not to say Venus-Mars aspects in synastry are bad, they definitely can create nice bond, chemistry and all of that. But Venus and Mars have opposing natures which can create strong attraction and irresistible pull because they compliment each other but at the same time it can also manifest as mismatching dynamics in the relationship where you aren't always in the same page, specially with harsh aspects. Just my opinion tho.

I know I've said this before but I wanna reiterate that Mars in the 7th house synastry does not reap good results in the long run as per my observation. Its giving friends-to-enemies or lovers-to-enemies energy. There's this feeling of instantly clicking with this person but very soon becomes evident that the two people have conflicting drives and desires which creates a LOT of tensions and unspoken competition/resentment. I've noticed it creates a dynamic where eventually one or both but specially the mars person in particular ends up resenting the house person

I’ve also talked about this before but I just keep observing that Moon-Saturn conjunction often appear to be very thoughtful, mature and kind because they’re very calm and observant of others but you very quickly notice that they actually seem to be completely and genuinely apathetic towards others’ emotions fr. They are aware of people's feelings and can actually understand them fairly well but it's like they observe them from an outside perspective like they're studying others rather than getting emotionally involved with them in an empathetic way. This behavior can have its positives but honestly for the most part I've seen that it makes the natives pretty shady and two-faced due to the strategic nature of Saturn. People with this aspect can play double agent exceptionally well

The most short-tempered mars sign as per my observation is Taurus Mars hands down. They're moody and unpredictable af.

Gemini Mars people have this oddly calm and aloof energy to them where they look like they’re only two sentences away from sending you to the therapist if you upset them in the slightest (they scare me)

I’ve noticed it’s actually Aries and Aquarius placements who love the enemies to lovers trope. Aries is the type to enjoy playful bullying or little dramatic arguments while Aquarius is more about the cat and mouse dynamic, flirting while acting uninterested and things like that. I've noticed they both love this vibe of almost daring the other person and feeling intrigued.

Speaking of, Aries Venus people confuse the shit out of me cause you gotta be a lil bit of an ice queen in order for them to like you😭 And they themselves act in ways that you'd think they hate you and wanna piss you off or create tension but they're just teasing, they wanna see what you're made of. That's why I said they "lack charisma" not because they don't have any but cause they have a very specific charm that can very often rub a lot of people the wrong way (cause it goes against venus' universally plesant nature), same with the other debilitated Venus positions

Gemini moons 🤝 being emotionally unavailable.

Gemini placements 🤝​ being forgetful AS FUCK. Not so much if they also have taurus placements tho

Something I've seen in a loooooot in the synastry of those married couples where the man is head over heels obsessed with his wife is the man's Lilith conjunct the woman's inner placements or angles SPECIALLY her ASC or Venus. She is his weakness and it's that kind of relationships where he can't take his eyes (and hands) off of her and he is fiercely determined to make her his

Something else I've seen in the synastry of married couples is the man's mars falling on the woman's 4th house. He wants to protect her and start a family with her

Aquarius ASC in the composite chart gives off HUGE situationship vibes frrr. I've noticed that couples who have this tend to fully act like they're in a relationship but if you ask them if they're dating they'll tell you they aren't cause they never made anything official. This is the type of connection where they've been together for years but it is uncertain where there relationship is going long-term, nothing's ever officialized or set in stone (Cap 12th house) kinda like "yeah idk one day we'll get married I guess who knows"

astrobydalia

[someprettyname]

BLLK BOYS MEETING YOUR PARENTS FOR THE FIRST TIME (HCs ver.)

characters included : Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei, Barou Shoei, Chigiri Ryusei, Reo Mikage, Yukimiya Kenyu

a/n : has this been done already? I've been wanting to do for quite some time and now that I finally got over my laziness :] here's my vision for it y'all, I hope you enjoy :]

total word count : 1.5k (😱)

Lets start with the ultimate green flag best boy totally not because I'm whipped :D

1) He's a well cultured man who grew up in a healthy family, so that says a lot. 

2) have you seen how he used to put together chigiri's carekit, assemble the laundry, and wake nagi up? 

3) yeah. 

4) he's good at formalities and keeping a harmony in his environments. Thank his Fe aux and the fact that he's INFJ, but he KNOWS (by default) how to behave in a social setting really well. That just comes naturally to him. 

5) so of course he'd dress well, wear a kind smile and bring along gifts. 

6) your parents - no matter how "conservative" and against the idea of you having a boyfriend/love marriage they are - would be DELIGHTED. He's a good player, stable in career, good looking, rich, well behaved. Damn. You really bagged the perfect guy. They can't say anything even if they WANT to. 

7) and it's not like they can deny the way he looks at you. 

8) Any normal parent would approve of him SO QUICK. SO QUICK, MATE. SO QUICK. 

1) Sweet sweet fluff ball he is. 

2) he's goofy most of the times, but of course you matter to him so much. So he would tame himself. 

3) and everything goes smoothly from there 😙

4) no questionable outfit, well behaved and polite. He took tips from Isagi afterall :3 (and isagi has a PRETTY GOOD social awareness) 

5) extra plus points if you have younger siblings or cousins OR a pet. No explanation needed there. He'd get along with them really well :] 

6) would offer to help your mom in the kitchen (i mean, he had a single mom afterall, man knows nothing but respect for mother) and insist on it - that's where he won your mom over by the way :) <3 

7) now there can be two cases - either you have a black cat energy or are an introvert, in which case your parents would be relieved you finally found someone who can bring you out of your shell 

8) or you're an extrovert or have golden retriever energy - in which case your parents might internally sigh thinking of all the chaos you both might stir up (even if you both are pretty tamed in front of them) but they can't help adore you both >.<

1) .....

2) yeah

3) good luck. 

(on a serious note though, if you're dating him you're more likely to be a sweet, introverted girl. So your parents would be happy that you found someone who can bring you out of your shell pt 2. Though his wilder, more violent side can be.... concerning, hopefully, he tames himself up for you atleast a little bit. That'd probably be easy given how much of a calming effect you have on him :3) 

1) See. you need to understand my vision here. Barou off field is a guy you'd 100% want to date okay? 

2) he's the brother of 2 younger sister, hopefully (unlike my elder brother 🥰) he KNOWS how to treat women. Okay? 

3) I mean, did you see how he treated her mother when she was pregnant on the light novel? Chef kiss. He's definitely a green flag guy okay? 

4) if you've hung out with enough guys (which I'm pretty sure you have) you'd know how nasty a boy to boy only conversation can get. How they so disgustingly objectify women. Yeah. Uh huh. Barou's the kind of guy who'd NOT hesitate to step in and stop that bullshit whenever discussions with his male friends go in that direction. You get my vision now? 

5) he's definitely a family man who RESPECTS his family. He's a guy who you'd want to take back to your mama's (or dada's but that'd spoil my lyrics reference) house ygwim ;) 

6) if you have a traditional family, congrats. You bagged yourself THE perfect man your parents could've imagined. They are proud of you 😂❤️

7) look. I see the dad to boyfriend rapid fire round as something REALLY important (considering your dad isn't a red flag and is not trying to sabotage your happiness 🙏🏻) because ONLY MEN know how nasty other men can get and what they need to protect their daughters from. And Barou? Honey he is PASSING THAT RAPID FIRE ROUND WITH FLYING COLOURS!!!!

8) a supposedly good looking rich guy (who bought them *cough* some real expensive *cough* gift when he came over dinner) who knows what he's doing? Pass. 

9) I'm sure your parents would notice how his eyes soften in the slightest everytime he looks at you and that'd be enough to tell them how he's whipped for you (no matter how firm he's on the outside) and you've found yourself the right guy ;) 

10) (plus the sight of him walking out of his black and red sports with the bouquet of flowers was a SIGHT. TO. BEHOLD. Barou is a classy man afterall.) 

11) yay! WOOP WOOP 🎉

1) He has a older sister, that should be your first cue ;) 

2) he's handsome okay? LIKE ONE OF THE PRETTIEST, MOST HANDSOME GUY YOUR PARENTS WOULD EVER MEET. 

3) He'd enter the room and it'd be LIT UP by his beauty. He's AMAZING. Your parents would be BLOWN away. They just can't help it. (So blown away that they accidentally forget the part where they had to question his hair length xD) 

4) of course they have seen him on TV and googled him but seeing him in real life was a while different thing. Can you imagine the scene? You see my vision? 

5) imagine him walking in in a white button up, his hair neatly done and muscles straining through his shirt as he holds the rose bouquet in his hands gracefully. Plus he smells good. 

6) yeah. 

7) (even you'd be blown away, what's your parents anyways 😔) AND THEN THEY REALISE THAT HE IS A GREEN FLAG AND RICH TOO? 

8) woman. 🤨 Don't embarass them. Why aren't you both married already? 🤨

9) If it's over at yours (as opposed to a formal setting like a restaurant) that the dinner is planned, he's definitely offering help to your mom :D 

10) and of course your father would know he's a gentleman too, so he's another guy who'd get approved real quick 😌↕️

11) (he bought your mom jewellery, haircare & skincare stuff over others afterall, how can she NOT?! She's CHARMED by her son-in-law. Not to be son-in-law. In her mind you're both married already 🥰) 

12) be ready to bear with your parents getting insufferable about deciding marriage dates and who all to call in your wedding after he has left :3

1) 😂

2) 😂😂😂

3) Woman. If you are a Reo girlie, why are you even reading this? 😂

4) i mean, no offence but it's actually surprising you have doubts about him impressing your parents 😂

5) he's THE Mikage heir. The dream son-in-law of everyone in the nation 😂 

6) until and unless you are the daughter/heiress of an equally famous and rich company, your parents would be questioning how YOU bagged HIM. That says a lot 😂

7) He's a man of culture. He KNOWS how to impress people. How knows how to tilt everything in his favour AND he's charming. You see how much of a deadly combo that is when it comes to convincing your parents? 

8) even if your parents are HELLBENT on not approving him, he'd know how to convince, do you worry even a bit sweetheart. 

9) he's not here to get approved, he's here to finalise the marriage dates /j 

10) And even though he KNOWS he doesn't really need to do much to convince your parents given his place in social hierarchy and all that money, looks, power - he's humble. He RESPECTS and TREASURERS you. He'd do everything to make sure he's WINNING the heart of your parents by the end of the night ^_^ 

that there is no scope of doubt. He gotta get what he wants afterall. 

11) Dressing up well, looking and smelling good, the many gifts, behaving politely, offering help, striking up an interesting conversation and keeping up with anything thrown at him, flattering your parents - he's got it all up his sleeve. 

12) all you gotta do is sit back and watch your parents get ENCHANTED under his charming spells :3

1) Another green flag when it comes to dating. He's a Fe user too isn't he? 

2) one of my moots posted about her mother giving him the highest rating among the other blue lock guys so...yeah. That says a lot doesn't it? 

3) he'd pass the vibe check of your mom SO QUICK as if it's a light breeze :3 

4) your mom would have her eyes 👀 on him. He's a son-in-law material afterall + he definitely 100% offered to help her in the kitchen :3

5) a good looking, well behaved rich guy who respects you? Chef kiss. 

6) pass pass passsssss

7) he'd answer all the questions your dad poses at him SO WELL (and so smartly and confidently) so he's impressing your dad before the dinner ends as well 😌↕️

8) as long as your dad isn't a red flag (which many dads are unfortunately) he'd SPECIALLY love him 👍🏻 just a feeling :3

That's it for today ladies and gentlemen. Adios. 🙇🏻‍♀️

[ divider credits to @plusmio hehe you have the BEST dividers fr ]

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All of your Time | Yandere Hybrid SatoSugu

The thing about introverts is that they need to recharge

They need time by themselves to be able to handle more interaction

They greatly value their lonesome 

Whether to enjoy their imagination without distraction or to put themselves nose-deep in their field of interest

They have a safe space – a time or place meant to belong to them and only them

It’s why you didn’t go out on the unplanned drinking escapade when your boss and his partner offered

“No, thank you I have something to do tonight.”

Unbeknownst to you, you smashed their hearts into a tiny million pieces with that polite sentence

Though it wouldn’t be the first time

The only time they could get you to agree was when they made plans with many of your friends at a significantly later date

They decided to be nice about getting your affection so why was this so hard

Why was it taking so long to get any of your free time

“Sugu! I’m tired of waiting! Why can’t we just take them now!?”

“We both decided to be patient with them…you’ve already said you didn’t want them to hate you. Right?”

“...Yeah…”

“So we’ll be taking the long way…for now.”

He says that but their patience is running thin

And like a starving pack of wolves, they need something

“Oh yeah (Y/n) kind of really needs their alone time.”

They decide to do some digging as to why this keeps happening

by they I mean Suguru eventually gets an answer from your friend

“They make plans with themselves all the time. Honestly, we’re just lucky the days we do hang out don’t fall on the dates they’ve already picked out.”

Why must their darling be oh so fickle?

They decide to go to their other plan 

One they’ve crafted after many trips with you home where they stayed 3 meters behind and you didn’t know they were there

Passing by an ally you always do stopping at a familiar sound

“Oh my! Two cute friendly kitties in one day? I must be dreaming!”

You aren’t and when you return home you’ve got two fluffy cats that refuse to leave your side

Finally the perfect turnaround of seeing you composed and restrained at work

Then seeing you fawn and coddle them when they transform into cats in your home

Suguru and Satoru had gained their wealth through several means

Privilege, hard work, physical prowess, and agility that made them a force to be reckoned with in the underworld

Suddenly their ability to transform into their ‘lesser forms’ comes in handy when they feel the need to have more of your time

This time when you cancel going out with them they’re not too hurt

Knowing you're already running back home to be with them

It’s the perfect little plan that lets them have see so much more of you:

“Awww my little Nightsky~your like my little guardian! Even when I’m in the bath you watch after me, thank you!”

The black, purple-eyed cat purred in contentment as you let your fingers massage the cat’s head. Readjusting your robe you slipped into your slippers and made your way to your bed. On your way, you lightly rubbed the cheek of your white cat who was sat on his cat tree aggressively flicking his tail. 

You cooed,” Don’t be jealous Cream, it’s just that you get a little crazy whenever I let you in while I’m taking a bath.”

The cat meowed indignantly. Chuckling to yourself you grabbed your phone from your nightstand. Plopping on your bed you started scrolling through unanswered messages sent to you. In your peripheral you watched the cats mew at one another before beginning to playfully wrestle.

“Be careful on the cat tree, you two.”

They seemed to ignore you subsequently rolling off the perch and onto the floor. Having seen them do this exact action before you didn’t bother looking away as you read the messages from your friend in your department. Your lips pursed as the string of messages ended with a voice note.

“Hey, those two are still asking about you. Why don’t you give them a chance? Maybe they just want to be your friends?”

Sighing you prepped yourself to make your own voice note, unaware of both your cats’ attention solely directed towards you.

“If they do want that–and I highly doubt that–don’t they feel off? Like did you see how that grumpy old man gets so mousy when they’re around? I just don’t think I’d want to associate with that.”

After ending and sending your voice note, you hold your phone as it pings with messages from your friend. Holding in a giggle you tap back your response. Conveniently Cream and Nightsky are at your side rubbing their bodies and tails in front of your face as they both sprawl out on your forearms.

“Guys!”

You scold them but you have no plans to move them instead continuing to text your friend. Occasionally kissing your cat’s heads you continue to inform them–your friend—of even more dirt you’d found on your overly-friendly employers. It lightly amuses you how it looks like your cats are reading the texts as well though you're sure it’s your fingers quickly moving that they’re so entranced by.

A ping goes off and you quickly shoot up to throw on some clothes. The cats look curiously as you crazily hop around before snatching your keys. You smiled at your approaching cats,” Okay boys! Our delivery gal got caught at the gate. So I’m going to go get food be my good boys!”

Blowing kisses, you disappear with a slam and locking of the door.

Your footsteps disappear down the hallway. 

And your apartment is silent. 

For a little while.

“Geez are we really that off-putting?”

Standing and looking longingly at the door is the pouting and naked, Gojo Satoru. An owner of the company (Y/n) is currently employed at and the only white-haired man who was rubbing his face into the intimate threads of their robe.

Suguru Geto, also stark naked and the CEO of that company was sighing and holding the bridge of his nose, “ Perhaps we really won’t be able to convince them otherwise.”

“Why don’t we just take them now? Burn the condo and sweep ‘em off their feet?”

“Because I know you know they’d hate that.”

Satoru lifted his head with a sadistic smirk and shrugged his shoulders,” So? They’ll get over it!”

Suguru put a disappointed hand over his face if only to hide the smile that tickled his lips. “They’re not like me…or you…we have to be gentle. Too much shock and we’ll ruin them forever.”

Satoru whined, abandoning the robe he snagged to join Suguru on the couch. Posturing himself right above his husband, “C’mmmooonnn! They’re strong enough, they can take it!”

The ravenette wasn’t swayed, teasingly turning his head as he rested he his chin on his hand. “No ‘Toru too high a risk.”

“Then why don’t we take another approach, Satoru lightly turned Suguru’s head towards him flashing his award-winning smile,” How about we work a different angle.”

Suguru’s brow quirked in intrigue.

“One where we happened to be their perfectly timed saviors.”

“Do you really think that’d work?”

“I say we try it! Otherwise, I’m back to Plan: A!”

Suguru couldn’t help but laugh bringing the man down to nuzzle his own nose. Planting a kiss on his lips, he opened wider as Satoru dove in. Pulling away after a minute Suguru cutely mimicked his cat form as he batted his eyes,” Am I forgiven for me and (Y/n)’s time in the bath?”

Satoru sucked his teeth. “You almost made me forget you slimy snake! How dare you?!”

Suguru shrugged with a smirk on his face, sending a scolding look when Gojo growled and angrily clutched at his hair. The tension was released when they both let out boisterous laughter. 

The apartment wasn’t silent anymore.

And you’d returned from getting takeout a while ago.

“What the actual f–!”

[aeniiverse]

FLIRTING SHOULDN’T BE THIS LOUD

Synopsis — You never meant to fall for Giselle. In fact, you were pretty sure she was just a walking fire hazard with a soft spot for chaos, gas station snacks, and frog memes. But somewhere between her fake serenades, vintage bike crashes, and wildly public declarations of love, you find yourself kind of…maybe…very much down bad.

Contains — fluff, Excessive use of pet names, Cringe levels may spike during public serenades, Unhinged romance energy, Slight injury risk due to rental bike chaos, Characters are dangerously down bad, No emotional preparedness for frog hoodie proposals

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

A/N — Hi! Okay so like disappeared for a while, and might for a longer while idk TT

The universe had a funny way of choosing its favorites.

You noticed this most when you were sitting two rows behind Giselle in class, watching her laugh at something stupid her friend said while the entire room tilted slightly in her direction like even gravity was kind of into her.

She was the kind of girl who got away with saying things like “I didn’t study but I still got an A” without anyone punching her. The kind of girl who showed up to school late, with coffee in one hand and an apology you somehow forgave before she even said it. Teachers liked her. People liked her. Even the vending machine liked her. it once spat out two KitKats when she only paid for one.

You didn’t dislike her, of course. You just didn’t get her.

And that was exactly what drove Giselle insane.

Because Giselle, reigning champion of chaotic charm and queen of unintentional thirst traps on her Instagram story, had been flirting with you for the past three weeks.

Or! she thought she was flirting. You, apparently, were just “really nice” and “maybe a little dense” according to Ningning, who had been keeping track of Giselle’s tragic attempts in a Notes app titled “Giselle vs the Brick Wall (Y/N).”

Today was no different.

You were at your locker, calmly placing your textbooks in by size and subject like the mild perfectionist you were, when Giselle swooped in like a dramatic tornado of vanilla perfume and chaos.

“Y/N!” she greeted you like she hadn’t seen you literally forty-five minutes ago in bio. “Crazy question. Be honest, if I were a frog, would you still think I’m hot?”

You blinked. “I mean. I guess you’d be a pretty frog?”

She clutched her chest like you’d proposed. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You gave her a polite smile. “You’re welcome?”

Giselle, in her brain, was batting a thousand. Compliment? Secured. Heart rate? Elevated. Eye contact? Brief but memorable.

You, in your brain, were wondering whether you remembered to submit that chem assignment.

“Anyway,” she leaned against the locker next to yours, clearly not planning to leave, “I was thinking. Saturday. We should hang out. Just the two of us. Like a date but, you know, casual. Unless you want it to be a date. No pressure. Total pressure. Whatever you want.”

You shut your locker, thoughtful. “Oh. Are you trying to do the introvert adoption thing?”

“The what?”

“You know. That thing popular people do when they adopt a quiet friend so they can feel mysterious by association.”

Giselle stared at you, dumbfounded. “You think I’m trying to adopt you?”

You shrugged. “I mean, if you want to interview a few other quiet candidates, I totally get it. There’s this girl in calculus who doesn’t even talk to the teacher—”

“No, no, no. Y/N.” Giselle laughed, then immediately tried to recover. “I’m not trying to make you my emotional support introvert. I’m literally asking you out.”

“Oh.”

A beat of silence. You stared at her. She stared back. Giselle was mentally shaking you by the shoulders.

You tilted your head. “Like, out out?”

Giselle almost slammed her head into your locker. “YES. Like… date. Romance. I bring you flowers and pretend I don’t stalk your Instagram every night kind of ‘out.’”

“Oh.” You paused again. “Do you want to see my cat?”

Giselle opened her mouth. Closed it. Took a breath. “...Is that a yes?”

“I think so,” you said.

Giselle walked away grinning so wide she nearly tripped over her own feet. Meanwhile, you stood there still trying to process whether the interaction meant you now had plans Saturday or if she just really, really liked frogs.

You met again at the cafe downtown, the one with the weird chairs and overpriced drinks that Giselle insisted was “aesthetic.” She got there first, naturally, in a cropped hoodie and cargo pants that should’ve looked lazy but instead looked like a Pinterest board. You arrived in your “nicest” hoodie, which you’d pulled out of the laundry bin and sniffed twice before deciding it didn’t smell that bad.

She greeted you with a grin and a wave like you hadn’t just seen each other yesterday. “Hey! You came!”

“You told me to,” you said, confused.

“I know,” she said, leaning her cheek against her palm. “Just didn’t expect it to work.”

You stared at the menu, pretending not to notice how she was definitely looking at you and not the options. “So… what are we doing here?”

“Getting coffee?” she offered.

“Right, right.” You nodded seriously. “Is this, like, a coffee coffee hangout or a flirty coffee hangout?”

Giselle choked on air. “I—what—Y/N, this is the date.”

“Ohhhh.”

“You forgot?”

“No!” You looked guilty. “I just thought maybe you changed your mind. Or maybe it was a social experiment. You seem like someone who’d do that.”

Giselle dropped her face onto the table. “Oh my God. I’m going to lose my mind.”

You reached for your wallet, unaware that you were unintentionally stepping on her heart every five seconds. “Well, I’m still here. So. That’s good, right?”

Giselle straightened, grinning with the slightly unhinged energy of someone whose crush just called her a frog and then invited her to meet their cat. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You blinked. “You think I’m cute?”

“I’m literally on a date with you.”

“Oh,” you said, then paused. “Do you want to see a video of my cat chasing a laser pointer?”

Giselle nodded wordlessly, completely whipped, as you showed her a six-second clip of your chonky tabby skidding across hardwood. She cooed. “I love him. I would die for him. I’d go to war.”

“Please don’t,” you said seriously. “He wouldn’t survive without me.”

Giselle wanted to scream. Mostly because you said that with the kind of sincere expression that made her chest do weird gymnastics.

Later, as you two walked back toward campus, she slowed her steps, shoving her hands in her pockets and bumping your shoulder lightly.

“So,” she said casually, “was this a successful introvert adoption?”

You squinted at her. “Giselle.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I like you back now.”

She stopped walking.

“I mean,” you continued, “I’m not great at this stuff, but I think I do. Like, when you asked me if I’d still think you were hot as a frog, I got flustered and went home and made a pros and cons list about dating you.”

Giselle stared. “What was on it?”

“Pro: Very pretty. Con: Slightly unhinged.”

She laughed, loud and bright, and threw an arm around your shoulders. “That’s fair. I’ll take it.”

And you, oblivious no more, smiled like the sun had finally risen just for you.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but by the following week, you were officially Giselle’s girlfriend.

The news spread fast.

You didn’t post about it, of course. You didn’t even tell anyone. But it didn’t matter. Somehow the entire school knew. Ningning gave you a thumbs up in the hallway. Karina winked at you and whispered, “Nice catch.” Even the calculus girl, the one who didn’t speak, gave you a very solemn nod when you passed her in the library.

Apparently, dating Giselle meant inheriting her social reach like some kind of chaotic royalty.

And Giselle? Giselle was thriving.

She held your hand in the cafeteria. She texted you in all caps even when you were sitting right across from her. She started using dumb pet names like “muffin” and “my emotional support genius.” She posted blurry selfies of you with captions like “look at my baby being smart” even when the photo was just you blinking at a worksheet.

Still, it was… nice. Unexpectedly, annoyingly, stomach-flippingly nice.

Especially the way she’d look at you like she couldn’t believe her luck. Like she’d won some grand prize just by making you laugh. Like she was trying not to smile too hard whenever you called her “Giselle” instead of “oh hey, you.”

Your second date was on a Friday.

You expected coffee again. Maybe a movie. Something normal.

What you got was a very dramatic text message at 2 p.m. that said: “Clear your schedule. I’m taking you on a romantic adventure. Pack snacks.”

You replied, “Are we robbing a bank?”

She said, “Maybe.”

So naturally, you showed up at the park with a water bottle, some chips, and a vague sense of concern.

What you found was Giselle, standing next to two very beat-up rental bikes with a bouquet of gas station flowers and a pair of sunglasses that looked like they were stolen from a cartoon villain.

You stared at her. “We’re biking?”

“Yes,” she said proudly. “It’s romantic.”

“These bikes look like they were forged in the 80s.”

She patted one. “Vintage. Aesthetic. Shut up.”

You didn’t shut up. Not even when she nearly fell off hers trying to impress you by riding one-handed. Not even when she tried to race you and hit a trash can. Not even when she made you pull over because “there was a ladybug and it felt symbolic.”

By the time you reached the top of the hill overlooking the lake, she was panting dramatically, clutching her chest like she’d just climbed Everest.

You handed her a chip. She took it solemnly.

“This was worth it,” she said between breaths. “If I die right here, bury me in this hoodie.”

“Do you even know how to ride a bike properly?” you asked.

She gestured vaguely. “Mostly. In theory. Look, not all of us had stable childhoods with weekend park outings and safety helmets.”

You snorted. “I used to ride mine in circles in the driveway and pretend I was escaping the law.”

She blinked at you. “Okay, that’s hotter than it should be.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed a chip at her. She caught it in her mouth and grinned like a dog who just learned a new trick.

After the sun started to dip, you sat side by side on the grass, sipping from your water bottle while she plucked petals off one of the flowers and dramatically asked, “Do you love me? Do you love me not?”

“You skipped five petals in a row.”

“I’m manifesting,” she said. “Let me have this.”

You looked at her, really looked at her messy hair from the wind, scuffed shoes from biking too fast, flower petals on her lap, and a sparkle in her eyes like she’d never been more sure of anything than the fact that she wanted to be here with you.

“You know,” you said slowly, “I think I like you more now that I know how uncoordinated you are.”

She gasped. “You like me for my flaws?”

“I like you despite your sunglasses.”

“I’ll take it.”

The next Monday, she took things to a new level.

You were minding your business in the hallway, waiting for class, when you heard the distinct opening notes of an Ed Sheeran song.

Your soul left your body.

Because there was Giselle standing at the end of the hallway with a portable speaker, an unbuttoned uniform jacket, and a microphone made out of a water bottle. Her friends stood behind her like backup dancers. Ningning was holding cue cards. One of them said, “SHE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU, DUMMY.”

You stood frozen.

Giselle launched into a dramatically off-key rendition of “Perfect.” She sang to you. She pointed at you. She dramatically fell to her knees and whispered into the mic, “This is for you, baby.”

You wanted to crawl inside a locker and disappear forever.

“Why are you like this?” you asked once she jogged up to you, breathless and smiling like she’d just won a talent show.

“Because you’re mine now,” she said simply. “And I wanted everyone to know.”

“I think the janitor knows.”

“Good. I want him to come to our wedding.”

You groaned, dragging her away by the sleeve, while everyone around you clapped and cheered like they’d just witnessed a public proposal.

Later that day, you were sitting together under the tree near the track field, your legs pressed against hers and your head tipped onto her shoulder. The world around you was loud, but she was quiet for once. just idly playing with the hem of your sleeve, occasionally bumping your knee with hers like she couldn’t stand to not touch you.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m, like. Really down bad.”

You turned to look at her. “That’s not news.”

She looked fake offended. “Okay, rude. I was trying to have a moment.”

You smiled, letting your fingers drift to hers. “Have your moment.”

She squeezed your hand. “You make me soft. I hate it.”

“No you don’t.”

“Okay, I don’t. But don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation.”

You leaned in, kissing her on the cheek so quickly she barely had time to register it. She froze.

“…Did you just kiss me?”

“I did,” you said casually.

“I’m gonna scream.”

“You’re already screaming.”

She covered her face. “Ugh. I knew dating you would be dangerous. You’re turning me into a blushing loser.”

You rested your head back on her shoulder. “It’s mutual.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then she whispered, “So, hypothetically, if I asked you to wear matching frog hoodies, would that be pushing it?”

You didn’t even flinch. “What color?”

Giselle beamed.

Maybe the universe really did have a favorite.

But this time, it was you.

[sailornymph]

Can i request Sasuke x fem uchiha s/o? Sasuke meet s/o after war ended, S/o and Sasuke was introverted and loner basically have lot of similiarities (sasuke sometimes think s/o was mirrored version of him), S/o was kind of cat lady. Please make hc about how they interacted w each other, also understanding each other and then they found out s/o was pregnant. Thank you! Sorry if my request was too detailed, hope you received and write it 😄😁.

loved me back to life; sasuke uchiha

synopsis — post timeskip sasuke x uchiha!reader

a/n — again i am very apologetic for those who have excitedly requested and have waited so long.

— you arrive in konoha with nothing but your mother’s cloak, a sealed scroll of her recipes, and three cats who follow you like they’ve sworn loyalty.

— the uchiha crest is stitched clean across your back not loud, not proud — just there, like a wound that hasn’t finished healing. the villagers look, then look away. except him.

— sasuke uchiha sees you from across the training grounds. he doesn’t move. just stares — sharp-eyed, tense, like you’ve summoned something buried. before he slowly makes his way over

“…where did you get that cloak?” he asks.

his voice is low, scratchy, weathered. his left sleeve is empty — pinned just above the elbow.

you’ve heard the rumors. you know who he is.

“it was my mother’s,” you answer. “she was uchiha. so was my father.”

“…and?”

“he stayed behind.”

you don’t say the rest. you don’t have to, he exhales through his nose.

“…i’ll walk you to where you’re staying.”

— he doesn’t say much on the walk. but his eyes never leave your shoulder. your crest.

when you reach the house — an old rental on the edge of the village — you’re the one who speaks first.

“you can come in, if you want.”

“…i shouldn’t.”

“you look like you have questions.”

“…i do.”

“then come in.” he steps inside.

— the first thing he does is crouch to look at the cats. they stare back like they know who he is.

“they’re named mochi, okami, and soot,” you say, sitting your bag down, as you examined the place. not too bad.

“…this one looks judgmental,” he mutters, making you glance at him.

“that’s mochi.”

“…hm.” he stands slowly, eyes on the cats, then on you.

“…i need to tell you something.”

“alright.”

“i’m sasuke uchiha. i’m the last of the clan—”

“you’re not.” he falters. his eyes flick up.

“…you knew who i was.”

“everyone knows who you are.”

“…then you know what i’ve done.” you nod.

“i tried to kill my best friend. i abandoned the village. i almost destroyed it. i’ve hurt people.”

“and you came back, do you want tea?”

he’s quiet. stunned, but slowly, he nods.

“…you’re not afraid of me?”

“no.”

“you should be.”

“maybe. but i’m not.”

“why?” you shrug, looking him in the eye.

“because broken things still belong somewhere.” he doesn’t speak, but he comes back the next day.

— over the next few weeks, sasuke shows up in small ways. he brings you soup and rice balls. brushes mochi’s fur when he thinks you aren’t looking.

he lets your cats sleep on his cloak. he even reads aloud once — a travel scroll — and stops mid-sentence when he catches you smiling.

“what.”

“your voice is nice.”

“…don’t be weird.”

“you’re the one reading to cats.”

“…they looked bored.”

— naruto finds out immediately, i mean, he practically keeps tabs on his best friend

“YOU’RE DATING??”

“no,” sasuke says flatly.

“THEN WHY ARE YOU LIVING THERE??”

“i’m not.” you open the door behind him.

“he is.”

“…traitor,” sasuke mutters under his breath.

“do you love her??” naruto yells in excitement.

“leave.”

“do you kiss??”

“…do you want to die?” naruto flees. loudly. but smiling.

— sakura and sai aren’t far behind. ino pretends she just “happened to be walking by.”

— when they meet you, you’re polite. reserved. but kind.

“you’re not what i expected,” sakura says softly.

“neither is he,” you reply.

— sasuke hears that from the porch. he doesn’t say anything, but his heart is racing. he could only think, is this how naruto felt, when he liked sakura?

— your first kiss happens on a night too quiet to ignore. you’re sitting side by side on the roof, your legs swinging over the edge.

“…you’re always calm,” he says.

“not always. just with you.”

“…why?” you tilt your head.

“because you’re not afraid to sit in silence. most people fill it.”

“…you don’t need to fill something to feel it.”

you nod. he turns and your lips brush. then meet. it’s soft, warm, a little hesitant.

“…should i apologize?” he murmurs.

“only if you regret it.”

“…i don’t.”

“then kiss me again.”

he does.

— your first time is after he comes back from a long mission. he’s tired, stiff, and bruised across the ribs.

— you undress him slowly, carefully. help him out of his gear. kiss a scar near his collarbone. he sits on the edge of the bed, quiet. vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before.

“…i’ve never done this with someone i trusted,” he admits.

“you trust me?”

“…i want to,” he confessed, staring into your eyes, before pulling you into his lap. resting his forehead against you.

“then let me love you.”

he makes no sound, but his arm wraps around you like a vow. he kisses your throat, your jaw, your lips.

he learns your body like he’s memorizing a map he’s afraid to lose again. afterward, he lies on his back, eyes on the ceiling, your hand over his heart.

“…you make me feel like i deserve to breathe,” he says.

you kiss his cheek.

“that’s because you do.”

— the proposal comes one morning when you’re feeding the cats. you’re still in your robe, hair a mess, hands full of kibble.

he walks over, stands beside you, clears his throat.

“…marry me.” you blink, glancing at him like he’s crazy.

“was i that good last night? you haven’t even dressed yet,” you eyed him, wearing his typical black clothing

“…it was fresh on my mind, from last night,” you laugh. he steps closer.

“i’m serious,” he says. “i want to build a life. with you.” you look at him — at the man who’s lost everything and still chooses you.

“…yes.”

“really?”

“ino and your friends have reminded me of how you were, but sasuke, none of it matters to me,” he kisses you — making mochi meow.

“i think that’s approval,” you whisper.

“…we’ll invite him to the wedding.”

— then came pregnancy

— you know before the test confirms it

— your appetite shifts, your balance is off, the cats won’t leave your lap

— you tell him on a quiet afternoon, he quietly ate the fruit you had prepared for him, while you folded laundry

“…sasuke?”

“hn?”

“…i think i’m pregnant.”

— he stops mid chew, before he starts to choke. coughing harshly, he finally stops, before glancing at you — he blinks once

“…ours?” you almost laugh

“yes, sasuke. ours.”

— he stares at you for what feels like a full minute

— then he moves the bowl from his lap, crossing the room, going to his knees, and pressing his forehead to your stomach

“…i never thought i’d have a family,” he whispers.

“you do now.”

“…do you think they’ll like me?”

“they’ll love you. they’ll probably cry less than naruto, too.”

“…i doubt it.”

— while he is always away for your first three months, trying to save as much as possible, he slows down as you begin to show

— every mission becomes optional

— he takes shorter ones. insists on reporting back in person

— he stocks the pantry with tomatoes, rice, and ginger tea

— reads books on chakra-safe birthing techniques even though you’re not a shinobi anymore

— he won’t let you lift anything. one time you tried to carry a bag of groceries and he throws a kunai at it

“you could’ve just said no.”

“…you weren’t listening.”

— he talks to the baby constantly. when you’re asleep, when you’re pretending to be asleep, when you’re both awake but quiet

“…your mother’s the strongest person i know.”

“…you’ll be small at first, but loud, probably. like naruto.”

“…please don’t inherit my temper, just my strength, and good looks,” you laugh, while he smirks. mochi keeps trying to sit on your bump.

“move it…” sasuke grumbled, moving the cat. why couldn’t he be chill like the others?!

— at last the wedding came; small. simple. sunlit.

— naruto cries before he even starts officiating

“i’m so proud of you, man—”

“…read the vows.”

“you’re my brother—”

“read. the. vows.”

— sakura smiles, soft and sad, but happy. ino compliments your hair and whispers, “if your kid looks like him, i’m stealing her”

— sai sketches the scene while holding a cat. kakashi shows up on time, which freaks everyone out

— sasuke kisses you with both eyes closed

“…i never thought peace would feel like this,” he says. you rest your hand over his heart

“get used to it.”

— you go into labor at night, thankfully, sasuke is home.

— it’s long, painful, and terrifying

— your grip nearly snaps his wrist

“could you loosen up-,” he tells you

“i hate you so much right, i’m never giving you sex ever again—”

“…actually, just keep squeezing,” he sighs.

— you scream and he stays by your side the entire time

“you’re doing well.”

“you say that again and i’ll kill you.”

“…you’re doing terribly.”

“thank you.”

— when she cries, it’s loud and alive. your body shakes. your throat is raw. your heart is full

“…she’s perfect,” he whispers

“she’s an uchiha.”

“…she’s ours.”

— he named her sarada, because it sounds strong, because she kicks with precision, and because she looks at you both with eyes far older than they should be

“…she has your smile,” you say

“…thank god,” sasuke mutters. “i was worried she’d inherit my brooding.”

mochi curls up beside the crib, the baby tries to grab his tail

“…uchiha reflexes,” sasuke says

“…uchiha trouble,” you reply

— you fall into rhythm, you take care of the home, while sasuke comes and goes for missions

— when he is home, sasuke gardens while sarada naps strapped to his chest, she grabs tomatoes before she can sit up properly

— the cats follow her like security detail

— naruto comes over uninvited every other day

“do you need help? food? encouragement? backup bottles?”

“leave,” sasuke says every time

“he loves me,” naruto tells sarada

“…no i don’t,” sasuke mutters

“yes you dooo~”

— sarada’s first word is “mo”

— you think it’s “mama”, it’s actually “mochi”

sasuke wins that argument, but you win the war when she says “papa” next

— one night, long after she’s fallen asleep, you and sasuke lie on the roof together

— you’re wrapped in a blanket, he has one arm tucked behind his head, the stars are wide and endless above you

“…you still think you’re the last?” you ask, as he turns to you

“…no,” he says. “i’m the beginning again.”

you kiss him, he doesn’t ask for it. but he always kisses back like he needs it to breathe

“…you loved me back to life,” he whispers

“…you never stopped being alive. you just forgot.”

mochi meows from below, sarada stirs in her crib, and for the first time in a lifetime of loss—

you’re not grieving — you’re not running — you’re not alone

you are home. you are love. and you are free.

[pennyserenade]

please please me | jackson rippner x you

summary | sick of waiting for you to return his endless favors, jackson finally says please--at least, in the nicest way he knows how. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | explicit content, dubcon, noncon, coercion, oral sex (male receiving), slut shaming, jackson's crazy inner dialogue, toxic dynamics, slight innocence kink word count | 2.1k+ a/n | if you seen me post this once before, no you didn't. i had a few problems with the original version that i needed to tweak before i could be really happy with it. also, this the first entry in cillian's beatles birthday bash series! which you can check out here: x. the first song i picked is please please me from the beatles' 1963 album of the same name.

This wouldn’t do anymore, Jackson had decided. He hated to be the bad guy - especially to you, such a darling little pawn in the grand scheme of things - but it wasn’t his fault you were so goddamned selfish. 

He’d been perfectly attentive since the moment you’d been assigned to him. In fact, he’d gone as far as to develop every trait you said you looked for in a man on that pathetic little dating website you signed up for: Polite. The perfect amount of introverted. Drank only at social events, didn’t smoke, owned one cat, took interest in topics such as: feminism, fiction, pop music. To put it short: he’d worked hard to become the sentimental, pussy eating man of your dreams. 

You, on the other hand, weren’t nearly as generous. At first, he had chalked it up to your nerves. It had taken longer than usual to infiltrate the distrusting bubble you lived inside; charm and simple gestures of affection didn’t work half as well on you as they had on the others. You wanted time. He had liked it in the beginning. It felt like a brisk walk after running marathons. But then it became tedious. You had let him touch you over your bra on the fourth date, but he had to wait an entire month and a half before you’d actually shown him your cunt. 

But once you had let him inside, you really didn’t want him out of it. God, you what a whore you could be—which didn’t surprise him. The demure types typically were; he liked them best for precisely that reason. What did surprise him was the fact that you didn’t like to return the favor—not half as enthusiastically as he did it for you, anyway. The timid way you had wrapped your mouth around him those few times, while he’d sat rigidly, as not to frighten you, paled in comparison to what he did for you, day in, day out.  

No--he wouldn’t take it anymore. With his mouth still coated in your fresh slick, Jackson crawled up your body and pressed his lips hard on your mouth. He’d abandoned his usual politeness: rubbing it off on his shirt first because he’d even considered you might be too much of a prude to want to taste yourself. Now he thought you might need to be taught about the things you really did want; he didn’t think you knew. 

“I think it’s my turn,” he told you. His eyes flashed dangerously, daring you to protest. Your fingers grabbed onto the side of his billowy button up and confusion drew your eyebrows together. You masked it with a smile. “Hm?” you asked.

As if you hadn't heard him right. He wanted to wrap his hands around your pretty little neck. 

“Oh, please,” he chuckled. Jackson tried to keep calm as he spoke, to force his tone to be excruciatingly patient. He was so close with you, and he couldn't risk losing it all over this. He cupped your face in his palms. “I don’t have to spell it out for you, do I, baby? I mean…” He motioned down his cock, which had long ago begun to strain against his slacks. “Listen—I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining here, but I’ve been on my knees a lot more than you’ve been on yours.” 

He sensed the shift inside of you--could see the way you were beginning to cower already. Any other night, he’d be placating, reassuring you that it was okay—that he could wait—but he couldn’t do that anymore. It wasn't good for you. You wouldn’t be the first person he had to talk into doing something he knew was good for them. Besides, he was sure you’d come to see it his way. You were smart when you weren’t under his thumb. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock because you want to make me happy, don’t you, baby?” he spoke again, voice even. He watched you try to read his face. The mask had begun to fall and what was left was unfamiliar to you. How worried you looked, his pet. “Don’t you?” he repeated with more insistence. 

“Yea,” you croaked. The word had been lodged in your throat. 

Jackson smirked. “On the ground, then” 

He directed you down as his belt slipped through the loops of his pants. You were better trained than he gave you credit for. Even with the hesitancy - or was it cold, hard fear forming? - in your eyes, you still did what he said. And my god, what a sight you were, kneeling at the side of the bed. 

With his palms pressed flat against the bed, Jackson leaned back on expectantly. “Take it out,” he guided. 

You hesitated. “Jack-”

His responding smile was terse as his eyes darkened. He was quickly finding out of the infinite pool of patience he thought he had for you did have its bottom. “Fine, I’ll start,” he said, tugging himself free.

You were about to work up the courage to tell him you couldn’t do it, as you had many times before; he could see it in your eyes. 

“I’m trying to be patient—“ He paused to stamp out the hardness that was forming in his voice. He knew it would do no good, frightening you. It would only make everything much messier than they needed to be. He continued on, conscious of every word. “—but this is just silly. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“But Jack-” you stuttered. You watched his jaw clench beneath the surface of his freckled skin. He looked a little frightening, his blue eyes all iced over as he stared down at you. 

He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up to look at him. While his hold on you wasn’t anything you couldn’t escape from, you were aware, for the first time, how strong Jackson could be. “It makes me feel good to make you feel good. Don’t you want to make me feel good?” he asked. 

“But I wasn’t any good at it before,” you protested.

“You didn’t try,” he insisted. “Try.” 

“Jackson, really—“

“Do it,” he spat. The last of the kindness had ebbed out of his voice. Forcing an encouraging smile back onto his lips, he said, much more lightly, “Please.” 

You wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock, but hesitated still. Jackson let out an irritated sigh before you found the courage to bring your lips down around the head of his cock finally. 

Like before, it lacked a certain enthusiasm, but he wasn’t going to complain just yet. The hot, wet warmth of your mouth felt so good after having craved it for so long. All he could do to restrain himself was fist your white sheets in his hands, and watch you as did exactly as he had told you to do. Your eyes shifted up to look at him, always hungry for approval. Jackson tried to motivate you with a dazed smile. It was more genuine than he liked, given that you were hardly doing anything. 

He let your bop up and down, liking the way he was disappearing inside your mouth. There was beauty in the unskilled way you took him in—you were artless in your approach, eager to please. Innocent, in a way. You couldn’t take too much before you got nervous and came back up. He’d was certain he'd probably experienced better in high school, but he didn't care; he'd wanted it so badly from you. Already, he could feel the mounting arousal rising inside of him.  

He allowed one of his hands to sneak up your shoulder, resting at the place just where your neck began. His thumb moved over the soft exposed skin there, soothing you. His voice was low, just slightly above a husky whisper as he said, “You can do more, baby. I know you can.” 

Jackson moved his fingers up the side of your neck before he brushed his thumb delicately over your jaw. His lips parted in a soundless moan as you took more of him in than before. “That’s it,” he said, gasping, “Use your tongue—ah, fuck, yes.” His fingers twisted up in your hair, losing consideration. “Faster.” 

You were trying, he could tell, but he felt you had more in you than this. He’d seen how depraved you could get, after all. Just last week you’d let him fuck you into you the with no condom. The entire time you were begging for it, arching up and moaning while he pushed your face down into the bed. You liked being a whore. Week by week he’d been unraveling you, finding you out, bit by bit. 

He cradled your neck. For a moment, he saw the flash of awareness in your eyes—could see the obstinacy begin—but he held on tighter and said, “Remember when you sat on my face? When I let you do what you want to me?” 

With that, you let your resistance go. He wasn’t doing much more than you had been, after all, only guiding you down the wet line you had already created on his cock, only slightly faster. Still, your eyes kept darting up, nervous. 

He watched as a dribble of saliva escaped out of the side of your mouth and traveled down his cock. He knew then he couldn’t resist any longer. You felt so fucking good, so warm and wet, and he needed more. No, he deserved it. His other hand came up to your head and he pushed you down, making you take all of him. He hit the back of your throat with his cock. Surprisingly, all you did was gurgle.

Your nails pressed harshly into his thighs and you jerked back, slipping off of his cock with a crude pop sounding. Betrayal flashed in your eyes. He expected as much. 

Jackson ran his thumb along your glossy bottom lip. “I didn’t say you could stop,” he chided. 

“You…I just wasn’t expecting you to do that to me,” you stuttered. Startled tears had begun to gather in the corners of your eyes. “I’m not good at this, Jackson.”

He frowned, playing along with your little pitiful act. His tone became softer. “I didn’t do that because it felt bad. You’re were getting pretty fucking good, actually.” His cock jutted against his stomach, impatient as he felt. He stared blankly at you before adding, “I don’t really want to say please again, honey. You’re not gonna make me, hm?” 

Though it wasn’t necessarily a question, he appreciated the obedient nod you gave him. 

Taking his cock in his hand, he held it up for you to put back in your mouth. Your hands rested against the tops of his thighs and pride swelled in his chest as you took him back inside of your mouth. Your fingers pressed into his legs, but you didn’t jerk back as he guided you down again.

He wanted to cum in your mouth, to make you swallow it all down, because he knew you would. You’d do anything for him, probably. He only had to push you into it, sometimes, but wasn't that the way of relationships?

His orgasm was quickly building inside of him, only spurred on by the way you had begun to flick your tongue against the underside of his cock again. Jackson let go of your neck, grasping onto the sheets behind him once more. Tears began to slide down your cheeks. He wiped one away with his finger as you bobbed down on him.

Your nails dug deep into the skin of his thighs, but he didn’t mind; the stinging sensation only made what you were giving him all the better, mixing the lines between pleasure and pain in a way he knew you yourself would come to like eventually. 

You began to take him so deeply that you gagged around on his cock, but you didn’t stop. You were doing so much better than he anticipated now. He could feel the rise of his orgasm in his groin, could sense the way he was about to lose all control, but he said nothing. He didn't want you to know.

Jackson hissed and his cock twitched inside your mouth. Hot ropes of his cum spilled down your throat and he could see the surprise register in your glassy eyes as you looked up at him, but he didn’t care. He deserved this. He had been so patient. So good. “Fuck,” he moaned, his head lolling back as you took the last of his cum.

You rose quietly off of him after, wiping your mouth against your hand. Jackson liked knowing the way you looked—hair mussed, eyes watery, lips puffy and red—was because of him. It was so rare you weren’t in tiptop shape. 

“Was that good?” you asked weakly. Your voice was gravelly and he couldn’t help but smile, knowing how deep his cock had been inside of your throat just moments before; it was probably sore.

“Yeah," he nodded, smiling proudly. "I told you you could do it, didn’t I?” he beamed. 

The hollow look in your eyes as you nodded and smiled back at him only added to his heady elation. He leaned forward and kissed you on the lips once more. He could practically feel the way you molded in his hand now. “Mm,” he hummed, “that’s my good girl. Practice makes perfect.”

[bowsnstrings]

30 For 30!

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character ✌️🏾

Summary: After meeting once again in the club, Milana allows Ony to come to her home in one surprising effort to explore her feelings. However, will she be able to get out of her own head enough to really let him in?

Warning MDNI!: Mentions of dealing, Mentions of bullying, Original character with original descriptions.

Masterlist: 🍃

Word Count: 5.2k

Milana never felt like she had it easy, not in school, life, or relationships. Always the odd one out, always picked on, heavily, from elementary through college. Too short, too fat, too dark, too weird, told to her on repeat her entire life. It wasn’t even until this year that she could tell herself she was “pretty”, and even then she didn’t believe it herself. Just going through life keeping her head down in her journal, expressing herself through words, until she found herself stuck in the lap of her antithesis.

Ever since then, it’s like she’s seeing him everywhere. Haunting her with that name and his smile like his smug, arrogant, handsome, behind knew a joke that she didn’t. Driving her home with that roguish glint to his eye, and his sultry mouth casually calling her, “Mama”. Forcing her into thinking crazy immature thoughts, asking herself over and over if he’d want her, if he’d call her, did he really even give her his real phone number?

It all went quiet went she saw him in the club, not expecting to see him in a million years. So skittish, barely even speaking while with him, too scared she’d say the wrong thing, but when he pulled in front of her door everything felt so electric. How polite he was, much less teasing than when in public, such a perfect gentleman. He even walked her to her door, didn’t ask to come inside, but told her to have a good night in the warmest voice she’d ever heard.

Watching him begin to walk away was hard, but she truly believed whatever he thought was going to happen would never go anywhere. They were just too different. He was sociable, well liked, popular, and she was well… introverted. Deep within her own shell to the point where it was hard to even get out of bed some days.

“Wait!”

Yes, she was shy and reserved, but tired of being lonely. Standing in her doorway with her face down towards her feet, seeing him turn on his heel and observe her silently, his eyes hopeful as they strained to see her. The light from her home poured in behind her, giving her an almost angel-like glow. “You shouldn’t drive at this hour. It’s-that isn’t safe.”

Was she offering what he thought she was? His lips curving further upwards, a hand coming to rub at his jaw as he thought it through for a moment, not expecting her to cave in so quickly like this. “Just for the night.” Her voice was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard, and he knew that he’d do whatever she asked.

“Alright.” Trying his hardest not to go running back to her front door, he sauntered his way over to where she was standing, looking down at how she bit her lip in the most sultry tantalizing way imaginable. His hands itched to reach out and touch her again, but he didn’t want to spook her away after getting this far. “Lead the way, Mama.”

With all the blankets from her spare closet, and extra pillows she could find, Milana made a palette for him to sleep on the couch with. Ony eyeing her from across the room as she almost fluttered around her home, chatting to herself and Oreo as she got everything ready for him. Her spoiled cat sitting in its bed, purring when she stopped to pet him, and meowing for attention as soon as she left.

Her sofa smelled just like her, enveloping him in her scent as soon as he sat down, getting the worst urge to turn and bury his face in her pillows. Ony had slept on a lot of couches before, moving home to home throughout his childhood, a ward of the state since before the age of ten. He’s even had to sleep on some floors in his lifetime, but this had to be the only time sleeping on a sofa brought a smile to his face.

He had almost fallen asleep too fast, staying up to wish her a good night as she retreated into her room to change and get to bed. Ony laying down in a white tee and his black sweats, his hoodie, chain, and shoes laying in a neat pile by his feet. He threw his beanie in the same heap, showing off his waves and low taper fade as he put his head into the satin pillow she provided for him. His eyes fluttering shut embarrassingly quick as he sighed in contentment.

It’s been a long time since he’d gotten some good sleep, feeling so warm and cozy, he almost forgot who’s home he was in. Getting comfortable, his mind wandered, thinking of ways to pay her back for this. Her gentleness and surprising hospitality with no strings attached made him feel human. Something you definitely don’t feel a lot when you deal.

Milana on the other hand had a hard time going to sleep, jumping out of bed every five minutes to check on Ony and make sure he didn’t need anything. To be honest, for her first time having a guy over, she panicked a lot more silently than she thought she would. Clutching Oreo to herself as she tried to lay back and relax, imagining it was just her at home with no one to worry about. God, why did she do this?

She didn’t even know why she found him so.. intimidating. It’s like he wore his emotions so clearly and yet, she still couldn’t decipher what he wanted out of her. To play some game? Get her hopes up just to drop her down slowly? What kind of cruel prank was he playing to where he seemed even slightly interested in her? There wasn’t any clue she could come up with, instead falling asleep, racking her brain for the answer.

The morning sun was the first thing to touch her, well, the sun and Oreo’s paw as he tried to make biscuits on her face. Nice try, little devil. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long though, cuddling him close and smoothing her hands down his shiny fur, getting up with a long stretch and dopey smile.

Going out was fun, but waking up in bed after a night out was much better, her mind clearer and ready for some rest and relaxation. Sliding on her glasses, she slowly moved about getting up for the day, glowing under the bright bathroom lights as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Taking out her wrap, she let her hair fall down in waves, taking her time to part it correctly down the middle and brush down any fly aways with her hard bristle brush.

As her mind played catch up, she didn’t even realize Ony was supposed to be there. Instead, she was trying to remember to feed her cat, find her keys, and think about what to wear today all at once, coming face to face with an empty sofa. Oh, that was… surprising? Disappointing too, but what could she really say? She was upset that a man she hardly knew wasn’t still in her home the morning after going out? Her body sagging with a heavy feeling, feeling stupid, he probably acted like this for every girl to get a free place to sleep.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on it, Oreo practically nipping at her ankles to be fed already. Eyes scanning the room as she poured some dry salmon mix into his bowl, noticing the way Ony had to have folded all her blankets nice and neat, placing the pillows on top. At least he was kind enough to do that, even if it’s a little rude to just rush out in the morning. Who knows, he might’ve had to leave to go do some drops, earn his living she supposed.

The sound of her door opening had her reacting more than preparing for a possible intruder, dropping the bag of food and clutching her pajama top in a panic. Oreo was happy as ever, jumping head first into the forgotten bag to get some extra food as Ony stepped through the door, ducking through with his hood up and head down. A huge sigh of relief leaving her as soon as their eyes met and realization eased her frightened state away.

He looked amused already, laughing at the way Oreo’s tail swished out the opening, knocking a few pieces to the floor before he was picked up and placed on the ground in front of his bowl. His cheeks were filled with food, not even able to meow as she scolded him gently, looking at Ony out the corner of her eye as he made his way over.

He was still in his clothes from last night, but his chain and grillz inside his car, his beanie too, not so flashy or dressed up anymore. “Hey.” He said all drowsy like he wanted to get back in bed, which is all he secretly wished to do. Sofa or not, that was some good sleep, and he’d be damned if that was the last time he’d be up in here catching some “Z’s”. Already looking through the crack in her door to assess how big her bed was, and how they’d both fit.

“Hey,” Milana stood up fast, shooting up to put some distance between them and rush to the kitchen. “Did you sleep well? I know a couch isn’t super comfortable, but I can get some breakfast started to make up for it? What do you like, toast, eggs, bacon-” As soon as she opened her fridge, the emptiness of it shocked her right out of her rambling, standing in front of it feeling like an idiot for forgetting to buy groceries. “Uhh…”

“How did you sleep?” He cut in, making his way behind her to see what she was looking at. Hmm, that wasn’t going to fly around here, how long had she been without food in her fridge?

“Good. I slept, okay. How about you?” Closing the door, Milana turned on her heels to give him a sincere smile. She really thought he was gone, that whatever she had been feeling, whatever was happening between them was over. He only smiled back at her when he saw how genuinely happy she looked, and he felt…something. If this how she’d react every time he came back to her, then he could definitely get used to the feeling.

“Best sleep of my life. Hands down. I gotta pay you back for that, take you out for breakfast.” He asserted, trying to convey as much feeling as he could behind his words. He truly meant every single one, he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t, but now Ony needed her to need him back. Give her something to appreciate after she had done so much for him in such little time.

“Okay, sure.” Did she really believe he’d want to be seen in public with her? No, but it was the thought that counts, and the fact that he was nice enough to offer made her blindly agree.

“Right now.”

Now? What was this boy talking about? All she did was put down some blankets so he didn’t have to drive at nearly three in the morning, and offer a breakfast that she didn’t have. Still, it was more than Ony had gotten in a while, and he was determined to stay around her for as long as he could. “Right- But- I’m not dressed, and-” Trying to think of an excuse wouldn’t work here, especially with the way he was shutting down her overworking mind.

“You can get dressed, I’ll wait. I know this great spot downtown, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” He was serious too. Arms crowding her until all she could focus on was the way he looked, how his rich brown eyes told more of a story than his words ever did, pleading silently. His lips pressed in a tight line, looking at her expectantly as she just stood there, not knowing what to do. That’s alright, from now on, he’d be helping out around here until she understood what happens when you take in a stray.

“I’ll just… be a second.” That was all she could settle on, turning around to help get Ony set up in her bathroom as he followed her silently, trailing a few paces just like Oreo was. She found him a spare red toothbrush she had in her cabinet in case friends spent the night. The thing would’ve been collecting dust if he hadn’t used it anyway, along with a loofah she found buried in her towel closet. She left out some coconut and shea butter body wash she found as well, the scent as androgynous as possible since she didn’t think he’d be fond of smelling like sugar or cake.

He left his clothes with her to wash so he didn’t have to go all the way home, throwing them in for a quick cycle while she went off to leave him be. Using the hot water to ground him in his thoughts, trying not to pry too much in her private home, but needing to at least quell his curiosity. He smelled her perfumes in there, finding the one that made his mouth water and stomach flip, taking a picture of the bottle to remember the name in the future. Pink towels hanging loosely off his body as he basked in the softness. Damn she got him good, if Connie or Eren saw him they’d call him whipped for weeks.

Makeup wasn’t so easy today, hands shaking from nervousness, and having to wipe off some foundation after putting just a smidge too much. Her mind reeling from the daunting awareness that this could seriously go left if she doesn’t at least try to act a bit normal. Feeling crippled under the label of being the weird girl that’s always criminally alone, not having the social skills necessary to even order her own food sometimes, let alone do it across the table from a boy. Nothing about this screamed that it’d go well, but it wasn’t like she had much choice.

He felt the same pressure as well, shrugging his clothes back on after finding them folded on top of in the laundry room where he got dressed. His sweats were fresh from the dryer by the time he came in there, smelling better than his own detergent, and it was a hard pill to swallow knowing that this could all go away. It couldn’t happen, not so soon at least, not after giving him a taste of what could be his, but she was so skittish and scared that Ony had to tread lightly when handling her.

All was forgotten as soon as he looked at her though, lips shiny and pink, skin glistening from her lotion and bits of glitter within it, long curly lash extensions framing her face. Her hair swished down her back, bracelet and earrings simple, leaving a show of skin as she smoothed out any wrinkles she could see. Rushing around to fill her little purse with everything under the sun, her lip gloss, phone, crystals for good luck (and a little love), all of her essentials really.

Milana didn’t even know what she was doing to him, going from the longest shirt he’d ever seen to a black satin dress that he almost mistook for lingerie if it weren’t for its modesty. Lace edges falling over her body like it wanted to jump off of her, lose and still clinging to all the curves that made her look like a tease. Maybe, he was a bit too eager, but seeing her so gorgeous and act so good made it hard for him to resist. Damn, it’s been a long time since he felt this way, it threw him for a loop in the best way possible.

Ony was putting her in the same predicament whether he knew it or not. His smile, so boyish and charming today, on that handsome face with his sharp jaw and kind eyes. It was unfair. Totally swoon worthy, and oh so beautiful with all that ink on display. His moisturized skin showing off intricate images and words under his tee, throwing his hoodie over it to cover up his bulging arms that looked like they could rip through the fabric of his clothes. It was wonder how he could look so rough, so intimidating, and be such a gentle giant.

Neither said a word as they walked to his car, Ony graciously opening the door for Milana to climb inside and inspect his environment in the daylight. His car was nice, seemed fresh off the lot and it appeared like he had put a lot of work into it, his seats a nice leather with a matte black trim on every surface. It smelled good in there too, just like his cologne from yesterday, she tucked herself in the corner of her seat as she tried not to openly sniff the air like a psycho.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ony asked as he sat down, rubbing his hands up his legs as he looked at her, probably not even realizing how good he looked right now. Her stomach filled with butterflies, but she gulped back the feeling to nod slowly.

“Can I ask you one after?” He chuckled at her response, but nodded his head nonetheless. If they were going to have breakfast, they could at least get to know each other a bit better. Wetting his lips before sitting up to ask.

“Why d’you play dress up like this, but act all shy?” His hand leaning over to make sure she saw how all he could see was her, keeping his gaze light and playful like his tone. She only shrugged, shy at first after falling into the weight of his question, her face blank and unreadable until she saw how his eyes were subtly putting pressure on her.

“I don’t know, makes me feel better?” Milana put out her words without thinking, taking a second to clean it up without noticing the way he seemed to appreciate her gift of gab. “I know it’s silly, but it’s always how I expressed myself even if I look crazy-”

“You don’t look crazy.” He said, final and direct. It had her pausing in her tracks, no one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her own grandparents who raised her had never been so assertive, always scolding then soothing after, but not as no-nonsense as Ony.

“Thank you?” Her face felt too warm while trying to get her words out, turning to his side mirror to see her face and make sure she didn’t look stupid right now.

“You look beautiful, matches your personality.” The car started just as he spoke, forcing Milana to swallow her urge to hide away, instead giving him a reserved thanks, face lighting up at the thought that he might not be lying to her. She told herself to breathe and enjoy the view, eyeing the beach as they drove more inland, away from home.

Everything downtown was expensive, lined with rows of boutiques, name brand stores, and pricey restaurants. Milana usually only came around to go clubbing, but to be here in the daylight was different, somehow more exciting. Ony walked like he was untouchable, people moving aside to let him pass, treating him like he was the king of the city. Some nodding their heads in respect, or stopping to dap him up, thanking him for those “deliveries” he made.

“It’s all good, Bro.” It was strange how his whole face could change as soon as it left hers. He’d be walking with her, just a step behind to where she could see him over her shoulder, and when people would come up he’d look… bored. Ony’s smile had no effort, and he’d only glance in their direction before turning back, sometimes giving her a wink when their eyes met.

Milana turned forward, hiding her hint of a smile as they approached a hostess booth for the restaurant. “What’s up, Sarah. Let me get a table for two, please.” Ony standing behind her still as he spoke, shaping his waves with a spare brush he found in his car. He slid his chain back on before they stepped out as well, definitely making him out of dress code if the hoodie wasn’t enough. This place screamed fancy, upper class, and bougie, all things that made her feel a bit out of place.

The woman didn’t even bat an eye at her or Ony though, simply grabbing some menus and leading the way for them to sit at a gorgeous table, large enough to seat four. The hostess taking two extra chairs away, lighting their candle provide warmth in the afternoon breeze, and to obviously set a mood. He snickered watching the realization wash over her face, looking at him then trying not to trip over her own sandals.

“Hope you enjoy!” She said before making her way back to her booth, leaving just Milana and Ony by themselves again. He slid out her chair for her, and it was all becoming a bit too much, all this chivalry would get to her head.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to!” Her whisper only made him nod his head back towards the chair he was still holding.

“Take a seat, Mama.” For some reason it didn’t feel like he was asking, just being polite to soften the demand. A shiver ran up Milana’s back as her face flushed, pressing her lips together to hide a pout as she did what she was told, pushing her closer to the table before dropping into his own chair.

The setting was too intimate for what they were. Not rowdy like the club, or awkward like in her home. Just calm, peaceful, Ony sitting there like nothing in life could go wrong, cool as could be. Couples sitting all around, enjoying the day amongst each other, Milana looking down to escape the burning feeling of envy for them.

She averted her attention to study how he looked over her menu as she skimmed over it, wondering if he found this as bizarre as she did. A month ago he just popped up out of nowhere, seemingly falling out of the sky to help contribute to her little vice. Now, she was sitting across from him at a table, experiencing something that felt strangely like a date.

“What are you looking at?”

“What?” His words shocking Milana out of her head, making her think that she had been caught staring until he gestured to the menu.

“I don’t usually eat this shit, so I’m trying to find something simple.” Ony hummed, tossing his aside to free his hands, pressing them into his pockets as the breeze came again.

“Oh,” Her eyes made contact with the words to try and find something quickly. “French toast sounds so good right now, but I’m going swimming soon once it heats up…” She replied with wishful thinking, focused on finding something else when their waiter quickly approached, setting down glasses and water as they exchanged formalities, giving a rundown on the specials.

“I think I'll get the French toast. Steak too, medium well, and fried eggs. You want anything else?”

Milana didn’t even try to fight him this time, knowing he wouldn’t take any excuse she gave anyways. Instead, she was sighing out in relief that she didn’t have to do that herself. The waiter took down their orders and sped off to another table while she thought about the sweet gesture, feeling herself ease into loosening up.

Her hands resting on the white table cloth, admiring the view of the city from this perspective. “Can I ask my question?” She couldn’t stop herself from trying to pry into his mind a little, wanting to answer some things for herself. His quick nod giving her the reliance she needed to continue. “Why do you deal?”

Ony never faltered, almost like he expected the question, probably so after doing it so many years. “Good money. Pays my rent and fills up my tank.” He replied, unfazed and a little uninterested in talking about his job.

“That’s it? You don’t like being able to socialize?” She expected him to talk grand stories about the adrenaline, the danger that just whisked him away better than anything else had, planting that seed in him to conquer hundreds of people’s supply and demand.

“Hell nah,” He scrunched his nose up at that, like the thought was enough to make him cringe. “I don’t even like most of the people I talk to. I do it so I can get paid. Eren’s the one who likes the game that comes with it.” His hands waved dismissively, trying to think of something else, but Milana wasn’t letting it go quite yet.

“You don’t like a lot of people? What about the people in your section? Like the girls and stuff..” So that’s why she wanted to know. That was interesting to Ony, used to hearing the whole spiel about how much of a terrible person he was, although she on the other hand had never treated him with anything but grace. It was starting to become apparent just how much she cared.

“I’m cool off them. That shit you saw in the club was just miserable Ol’ Deedra.” He grit out his second sentence under his breath, like he was annoyed just thinking about her. There must’ve been something that happened, the feeling too bitter to ignore.

“Why don’t you like her?” She asked incredulously, Ony’s eyes flicking to hers with a look of confusion. The way she asked, so astounded, like she couldn’t believe that he wasn’t interested in some girl in the club had him feeling some type of way. Why was she even asking about her, when all he wanted to talk about was sitting right there next to him.

“She’s not my type.” He said simply put, shrugging it off casually like he didn’t even have to think about it. His head leaning back to inspect her face, tongue running across his lower lip, just wondering what hers would feel like. “I like good girls that don’t know how to drive.”

“Stop playing.” Milana was quick to say that, wanting to shut down his teasing little attempts to flirt. He laughed at her dissmisal, not taking it to heart at all. All he could do anyways was find her even more attractive, the challenge making him want to try harder.

“Who said I was?” Oh, so he was serious? There was no way to mistake what he said as anything else but completely earnest. Still, that hint of doubt was present, wondering what happened last night to make him so interested. She didn’t have the confidence to think she could make his head turn, and still he was sitting there like she was more than enough. “I don’t play around like that, with people’s feelings.”

“I think you’re just trying to be nice.” Milana’s voice didn’t have anymore fight in her tone, just a sad little edge that made Ony furrow his brows. He pushed himself away from the table, leaning back to think for a second, actually thinking about what he could say.

Stubborn, so blind she can’t even see what he was doing here. Shit, everyone could, but she just didn’t believe him yet, he needed to find a way to convince her, show her he was serious as can be. “What do I got to do to show you I’m not playing?”

He looked so hopeful, urging her to actually tell him something, anything. He’d give her whatever she wanted, whatever she needed to make her see him, too entranced by the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen to not do anything about it.

“I don’t… I don’t know, Ony.” Milana really didn’t, she couldn’t tell him what it’d take to break down her walls and let him in. The fact that he got this far in the first place was already astonishing, to go any further would just be too scary.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Ony didn’t offer up any other explanation, just swiftly stood and went around to her seat, soothing her confusion that was written all over her face. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to get something.” With that, he sped towards the entrance, a bit of energy to his purposeful steps, and he was gone in just seconds flat. Sitting at their table, seeing him go, she couldn’t help but wonder if what she said was the reason he left so quickly, hoping her big mouth didn’t just cost her.

Time seemed to move slower than molasses waiting for Ony. Their food even came after waiting fifteen minutes longer, the piping hot plates just getting cold as Milana tried not to actually lose it in public. Her shoulders slumped in, eyes trying not to shed fat crystallized tears of embarrassment and disappointment. God, just when it was all going so well, now she was left to sit here and trust that he’d come back? He didn’t even tell her where he was going, just rushing off to leave her stranded and hiding her face behind her napkin so no one could see her shame.

Just a second before she was about to stand up and leave, she saw a familiar looking mass of muscle, making his way to their table. Her head jumped up to see if it was really him, relief flooding all of her senses as he came back just like he said he would, noticing he didn’t come empty handed either. Hands full of a beautiful bouquet of Lilies, long white petals and long green stems that were bound together by a simple white string of satin. Where did he even get such a beautiful bunch, and why was he heading right to her with them?

“I didn’t know which ones you’d like, so I just got what looked nice I guess.” He dropped down in front of her, crouching next to his chair breathless and nervous as he passed them into her hands. He jogged three blocks to get them, finding the closest flower shop in walking distance and picking out what caught his eye. His nerves were strumming, not exactly knowledgeable about picking out flowers, he could only hope that he had accomplished what he set out to do.

“Wow… they-” They were so soft and smelled lovely, her eyes filling with tears all over again at the sweetest gesture she’d ever received. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

That was all he needed to feel like he accomplished his greatest feat yet, chest swelling with pride, as he smiled the widest he had all day. She giggled softly at that, trying to hide her watery gaze, but he wouldn’t let her, hands gently holding onto hers over the flowers, rubbing soothing circled into her skin. “I promise I’m serious, Milana.”

Neither of them could stop the desire coursing through the air, leaving them to silently convey what they were feeling. Trying not to openly stare at each other, longing burning through their bodies as they both leaned closer. Ony closing the gap between them, their eyes falling shut as he pressed the softest kiss over her lips. Milana finally giving herself permission to let go of all her worry, every thought that he might not want her escaping from her mind, leaving them in bliss.

Chat! Thank you to everyone who is following the series so far! I appreciate it so much. I just absolutely love SZA's album, and I hope people are loving it just as much as I do. Keep following along and see where Milana and Ony end up next! - Baby Bow 🎀

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緑 ──── SECRET GLANCES & SWEET CONFESSIONS ; sunghoon enhypen

SYNOPSIS: sunghoon has a deep rooted crush on the reader but is too afraid to confess

GENRE : fluff ; WC: 1,403

WARNINGS : english is not my first language, not proofread yet, mention of reader being a little shorter than hoon, stalking term mentioned only once but there is no stalking plot in the story, that's all ig please inform if you find any.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

written in second person pov:

Entering the class you look out for your table where you usually sit only to see, Jake sitting there. Which was weird since you guys had your own fixed places, not through the professors but due to the daily sitting arrangements and habits.

Shrugging the thoughts you make your way to the last bench while getting comfortable you remove your required materials for the respective class.

Soon the profesor walks in and starts to teach while everyone follows him noting down whatever he was teaching but to be (not so) unknownst there was a pair of eyes who was busy admiring diagonally a certain person rather than focusing in front of him.

That certain person was you while the curious pair of eyes belonged to Sunghoon, the shy but loud introvert of the class. He was busy admiring the details of your today's hairpins and the style of outfit you chose to wear.

Admiring from afar Sunghoon did realize after noticing for months, how you love to style your outfits and add some accessories. Some days they are pearl jewelleries, other days it's a bow but today it was a cat paw printed hairpin.

At this point Sunghoon knows your favorite food from the cafeteria but he is still curious about what you like outside the cafeteria. Sunghoon knows your favorite subject, Sunghoon knows your favorite book from the library, Sunghoon knows everything you like or dislike during college hours.

Although he never tried to look out after college hours to not make you uncomfortable or put himself as a stalker but he was curious how you live outside the college, surely he was a whipped guy but way too scared to make a move.

His bestfriends, Jake and Jay tried to convince him and motivate him to confess or maybe just make a small move but he becomes a stuttering mess as soon as he speaks about you— oh the flushing cheeks oh his that turn crimson red when you both make eye contact.

The reason Jake sat on your seat was to give Sunghoon and opportunity to talk to you but the guy was lost between the overflowing river of thoughts. He wondered if anyone knew about his ‘admiration’ for you.

But only if he knew, it was not unknown to anyone in the class that Sunghoon has a deep rooted crush on you, even you know. It was pretty obvious, he was really bad at hiding through that toothy grin which showed his natural fangs and flushed cheeks.

Some people even questioned why he was stuck at you but couldn't make a move, don't think it in a negative way. It wasn't anything related to your popularity or face but many people liked him and some also had a crush on him not only for his visuals but his kind gestures. He ended up politely rejecting them.

People were just curious and concerned if he doesn't make a move then what if he loses the opportunity to be with you. Sometimes these thoughts scare him too, what if you end up liking someone else. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts aside while focusing on you— opps, your hairpins.

Feeling someone's gaze on your back you turn your head and catch yourself in eye contact with Sunghoon, who soon lowers his head with a flushed cheeks feeling embarrassed getting caught. Soon he scratches his adam apple while looking up only to realize this time you're looking at him.

‘Hi’ – you whisper to him while slightly waving your hand along with a small smile that lights up Sunghoons eyes. His eyes began to sparkle, shooting you his toothy grin showing his fangs while returning your small wave muttering a small ‘hi’ while his cheeks flushed crimson red.

Your smile widens into a grin while raising your left eyebrow at him, he shakes his head in response, his grin never fading. You turn your back at him while his eyes lose the sparkles and his grin turns into a flat line.

Soon his grin returns after you look at him but this time throwing a small piece of paper ball near his foot pointing him to pick it up. ‘Meet me after the class ends in the lobby’ — the paper read. Sunghoons ear turns deep red while he looks up and nods his head at you.

Impatiently waiting for the class to end he bounces his leg, as soon as the bell rings and the professor leaves he jolts from his seat while walking into the lobby waiting for you to come outside.

Arriving in the lobby you search for him soon meeting his eyes, ‘Shall we go to the parking lot, the lobby is very noisy?’- you ask him the question after reaching him. He looks behind you to inform Jake about his absence but the boy who was observing the scene already along with Jay who has walked out of his own class, they both eagerly nod their head for whatever reason while Jake squeals for his friend with his big smile.

‘Sure’- is all he mutters as you grab his wrist and walk down to the parking lot while Sunghoon looks at his wrist blinking to make sure he is not dreaming. Soon after arriving at the parking lot you make him stand near your car while looking at his height.

“I'm not gonna twist my words so let's talk straight Sunghoon”- your statement settles a negative feeling in his stomach but he nods his head. “Till when are you gonna keep looking at me in every corner of college or you are going to make a move I'm tired of waiting okay.” His eyes widen at your boldness but he soon smiles and says “Uhh,,,, you know about my admiration.”

“You stupid — you flick his forehead with your fingers while he winces and rubs his forehead — me, you and everyone in our class knows about your obvious ‘admiration’ which you can call crush you know.”

“Oh,,, so do you,,,you know,,, you also” there he goes as a stuttering mess in front of you. “Before my answer I want you to finish your sentence and tell me how you feel while looking at me.”- you demand while looking at him with a small frown and a small pout.

“I have seen and observed and even some of our classmates have told me but I want your words Sunghoon, I need the confirmation before we move forward with anything.” - sensing your concern he quickly clears his throat and gains his confidence and looks at you properly while slowly holding your hand in his.

“___ I have liked you for almost a year now, sounds pathetic I know but I never dared to make a move because I was shy to stand near you and say anything but I really admire you, I always want to know you and your habits outside college. I want to be the person you send your daily ootds and ask me for the hidden details in them. I want to be the person you feel proud to call your boyfriend. I know I have my flaws but I can always work on them if you want to help me. I will try my best to be the best version of myself for us. Please give me a chance and accept me as your boyfriend.”

His eyes shine with tears of relief, he has finally confessed his feelings for you. He looks at your smile while you place your hand on his cheeks wiping his tears away. “Why are you crying oh my god you are adorable and of course I want you to be my boyfriend. Gosh I was waiting for this day. I like you too hoonie.” “Thank you for waiting for me”- he says softly while trying to reach out for a hug but to make sure you're comfortable.

Observing him you pull him close while hugging him and placing your chin on his chest. You both smile to yourself while not noticing the 2 pairs of eyes who were peeking to look out for his friend but now they both are hugging each other with big grins while Jake puts his phone in his pockets after the recording ends, Jay pulling his hands while they both walk out of the parking lot happy for their bestfriend.

꩜ .ᐟ NOTE : i hope you liked my first written fanfiction i have started writing after approximately 2 years so let's see what's more coming although i will be very slow with postings,,,, also i just wanted this fic to be hoon being a secret admire with title ‘subtle glances’ but here we are i wrote the whole story with a different plot ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

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[pupiipawzz]

White Cat: A queer person who defines themself as shy, reserved, quiet, and/or introverted and dresses to reflect this fact.

Tuxedo Cat: A queer person who defines themself as refined, polite, gracious, and/or fancy and dresses to reflect this fact.

Mittens/Socks Cat: A queer person who defines themself as crazy, wacky, energetic, and/or wild but dresses fancy and refined, like a Tuxedo Cat.

Any queer person can use!

Coined by @toshiroshusband/bpdlaois on discord!

[1st ID: A seven stripe flag with light colors. The colors from top to bottom are a gradient from greyish icy blue to a white 4th stripe, pale cream, beige, and darker beige. In the top left corner is a white paw print.]

[2nd ID: A seven stripe flag. The colors from top to bottom are a gradient from purplish black to a white 5th stripe, off white, and a darker off white. In the top left corner is a black paw print with a white triangular piece in the middle.]

[3rd ID: A seven stripe flag. The colors from top to bottom are a gradient from cream gray to a white 5th stripe, dark purplish grey, and purplish black. In the top left corner is a paw print with a white pad and black toes.]

Check out pt.1 here!

[renranram]

schlatt x reader japan trip 🙏🙏

Japan

sfw + fluff

introvert female reader joining schlatt for a trip in japan :3

schlatt's and your relationship have been pretty lowkey ever since it started, especially coming from a huge content creator like him some of his fans can sometimes be too overbearing

and to avoid that, the two of you to agreed to keep it lowkey, you weren't really a huge fan of travelling, you being a huge introvert and would pray and manifest that all your events would be cancelled or give you an excuse to not attend them

so it surprised schlatt that you actually agreed to go with him to japan, even agreeing to be in his and jack’s vlog, but introducing yourself as his close friend

so there you guys are, entering a cat shop, jack vlogging the entire thing for memorabilia and content as you follow behind schlatt, smiling in awe with the tons of cats inside

schlatt himself would of course glance at you from time to time, hoping you're enjoying and comfortable throughout the whole trip, “ yo, y/n, what do you think about these little fellas trapped inside of those? “ he asks

“ poor creatures “ you respond smiling at him as jack approaches the tiny kitten aiming his camera in the poor thing's face, “ jack, he looks like he's scared of you “ schlatt jokes as you giggle

“ schlatt look, he looks like you “ you point into a black, kind of chubby cat who's meowing at you, “ oh god it is! “ jack chimes in as schlatt smiles at you, before glaring at jack, “ really? this one looks exactly like you “ schlatt mocks jack by pointing on a sphinx as the man puts an unimpressed face as you chucke at their banter

“ .. i actually like the bald one “ you smile, fixing your glasses as jack cheers, “ see! even your bestfriend agrees im a good-looking cat “ jack spoke with his british accent, smug

“ i am so disappointed “ schlatt comments, shaking his head, being overdramatic as you can only smile and look at your boyfriend in admiration

the whole trip went well, and there was only a day left before going back to texas again, so, the two of you spent it together, alone and intimate as you visit a deer park, no cameras, no vlogging, no nothing more just two of you, enjoying your last day in tokyo

the two of you held hands as you chuckle, feeding a deer it's food as you smile, watching the deer bow, “ he's a polite fella isn't he? “ schlatt smiles, at you and the deer

“ he's very very polite “ you chuckle, “ very cute too “ you add, “ you two are very cute in my opinion “ he shrugs

“ cheesy fuck “ you reply, as he pecks your cheek, fixing your hair, as you gasp, “ look at that one! it has antlers “ you exclaim, pointing at a larger deer with one antler

“ do you think he's polite too? “ you ask, “ i bet he'll bow down in a 90 degree angle “ he replies as you break the food in half, handing the half to schlatt so he can also feed it,” what if we feed him at the same time and he chooses his favorite “ you challenge him

“ he's gonna choose the handsome one “ schlatt replies as you roll your eyes playfully as the two of you offers the food at the same time as the lather large deer bows, before choosing schlatt's

“ aha! see “ schlatt exclaims as you chuckle, the deer now feeding onto your offered food, “ so smug “ you comment, pecking your cheek

“ it's kinda hot “ you comment, smiling, as he didn't hesitate to remove his cap, putting it on you, “ should we go back to the hotel then? “

“ but it's like.. way too earlyy “ you reply as you sigh, before gasping, “ can we uhm…go to arcades and uh.. ive heard they have silly photo booths “ you suggest

and after hearing those, he spoiled you , going to the arcades and photo booths you wanted, as the two of you sat at the balcony of your hotel room, your head on his shoulder as you held hands

“ can't believe it ended so fast “ you sip on some random drink you two got from a convenient store on the way back, “ mhm, i wanna stay here with you longer “ schlatt caresses you hair

“ you know.. i was kinda surprised you actually came with us “ schlatt mentioned as you hums, “ really? “

“ yeah.. i thought we'd have to vc eachother again during the entire trip “ he added as you chuckle, “ i don't know.. it's just.. i wanna atleast spend some moments with you “ you answer

“ well… im glad you came, im just.. so fucking happy “ he cups you by your cheek, pecking your nose, “ im glad i chose the right decision then “ you smile

“ jay… i want to promise something “ you mumble as schlatt nods, shifting on your seat, “ yeah? “ he asks

“ … i wanna uhm.. try new stuffs with you and uhm… travel with you, and do cool things “ you smile, “ i wanna… get out of my shell.. so i can be with you “

“ y/n you know you dont have to force yourself just so you can be with me “ schlatt replies, caressing your face as you shake your head, “ no no, im doing this for myself too “ you fix your sleeves as you face him

“ i promise “ you reassure him as he chuckles, “ so fucking proud if you toots “ he ruffles your hair, “ im glad you're trying out new stuffs “

“ … wanna make japan more memorable? “ he pecks your neck, and you immediately knew what he meant as you nod, smiling, lifting you up without a challenge, entering the back to the room as he trace kisses around your face

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@.schlatt4layf • 11 hours ago

my friend from japan just spotted schlatt with a girl?????

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oh what the fuck??

[covenha]

Shame | JWY

Synopsis: Wooyoung can't stop thinking about you (and what he wants to do to you ;) Pairings: Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader Genre: smut (+18), mdni WC: 1010 Warnings: this contains smut so if you don't like what please click away! reader ovulates, wooyoung having major pervy thoughts a/n: I wrote this all in one sitting after doing so much math for a booth making competition so there's probably grammatical errors and this might be all over the place woops, but at least I'm back from the dead! formatting for this one is non-existent but I don't have the time (or energy) to stretch this into a proper fic so this will have to do. I cannot stress enough how this is FICTION and this definitely is not telling of how the characters in this story are irl. And as always, feel free to leave your feedbacks in the comments or request something, they are much appreciated. Enjoy!

So imagine this, you get a notification from your period tracking app that today you are ovulating but you don’t pay it much attention

You haven’t been having such a great day so far, the coffee machine broke for reasons unknown so you haven’t had your daily dose of caffeine, you misplaced one of your bluetooth earphones so now you have to survive a day with ½ of your music fix, and to top it all off, because you were busy looking for your missing earphone you lose track of time and miss the school bus leaving you no choice but to walk to school 

On your way to school you pass by one of your upper classman’s house, Jung Wooyoung , vice-president of the radio broadcast club who’s in charge of school announcements 

You give him a polite smile and walk on your way, but you slow down when he shouts at you to wait up

He suggests you guys walk to school together since it “just makes sense”, the introvert in you is dying to say no but the people pleaser in you just nods along to his suggestion 

As he’s busy yapping about the festivities at your school’s upcoming founder’s week, you feel a weird sensation start to rise in your body

Unbeknownst to you, Wooyoung happens to have a black cat that he so lovingly calls “toothless”, an animal whose fur you happen to be very allergic to

You start sneezing every now and then, interrupting Wooyoung’s monologue on how the school should be investing better speakers for the football field, the first few times he just shrugs it off to some cool morning air sniffles but as the sneezes get a tad bit more aggressive he starts to feel concern for you

He asks if you’re okay, to which you just say that “it’s probably pollen or something” and he just nods at your reason

But as the sneezing doesn’t stop, a few blocks away from your school, he asks again “Are you really okay?” and then he puts a hand on your forehead to check if your temperature is up 

He feels your skin is a little warm and offers to walk you to the nurse’s clinic to which you repeat what you said about it probably just being allergies

But he relents and brings up how you feel like you might be coming up with a fever 

You sigh at this. because how were you supposed to bring up that your elevated temperature was probably just because it was this time of the month?

As Wooyoung continues to urge you to at least ask for some medicine from the clinic you just decided, you know what? I’ll just tell him, he definitely won’t stop until I tell him. So you cut him off and say “It’s because I’m ovulating.” 

Then comes a pregnant pause (I intended this joke okay please laugh)

“Oh.” is all he has to say. He feels the blood rushing up to his cheeks (but also down there if ykw I’m sayin)

“Yeah. That’s why I’m a little warm today.” You just give him a tight smile as the both of you enter school premises. 

He doesn’t have much to say as you guys walk into the hallways, I mean how could he even talk to you after that? 

He had the fattest crush on you since you signed up for the photography club last fall, and boy was he smitten. He was so excited to see you walk past his house this morning that he basically yelled at you to stop in your tracks. (This was not one of his proudest moments but he’ll just have to move on and rant about it to toothless later when he gets home.)

You had the prettiest smile, an infectious laugh, and you had a humor that just had him in a chokehold. So when you said so straightforwardly that you were ovulating, he didn’t know how to react. 

He liked to think that he was better than to fantasize about you in a sexual way, I mean, you barely knew him. Up until this point, he was probably just the Junior Social Sciences student who yelled at you to walk to school with him. 

But the way you looked when you were focused on taking the best shot, with your camera all adjusted and moving to get the best angle. He was weak to his body’s primal desires. 

Even as you both exchanged pleasantries as you parted ways, you were still on his mind. He was so unusually silent that even his friends started wondering if something wrong was going on with him. 

It was midway through a psychology lecture that he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. How soft your skin was, even from the few seconds that he put his hand on you. He bets the rest of your body is just as soft…. Soft and supple and aching for him to take a bite out of. 

He wonders if your moans are soft and breathy during foreplay, then he imagines your noises getting more whiney and drawn out. You’d look so cute all teary with your eyes squeezed shut as he kept hitting that special spot in you. 

He wonders if he could make you beg… to go harder? For more? To stop? Who knows what's going on in his brain. He just knows that he desperately wants to know how you sound when he angles his thrusts to hit nice and deep. 

But most of all, he wants to know just how much you can take. I mean it would be such a shame for you to not be pleasured when your body is at its prime. 

That night, he jacks off to the thought of you. And as he lays there on his bed watching his cum drip down his softening tip, he thinks to himself how it's such a shame that it be wasted like this.

Because he would rather it be dripping out of you. 

[thirteenheavens]

aur em gee this is so interesting..... what do u think svt's types would be or like what kind of person do u think they'd be with i love hearing ppl's thoughts on this

Here’s my opinions hehe

Seungcheol: Authoritative and Direct- someone tall and has a leader mindset so they can take care of him

Jeonghan: Sentimental/Expressive - tends to use emotional language, often expressing feelings and attachments in their messages.But also someone playful and cheeky to match him

Joshua: Professional/Polite - uses formal and respectful language, has to be someone respectful and sweet almost with an innocent mindset

Jun: Creative and cute - someone cute and small I think Jun just wants someone he can take care of and be comfortable around I do think he’d go for polar opposite and get with someone loud

Hoshi: Playful/Lighthearted - uses humor and playful language to lighten the mood, often including jokes or puns in his messages. If the vibes don’t match then why even bother.

Wonwoo: Introverted/Straightforward - I think this is the more likely turn out I don’t think Wonwoo would go for polar opposite like black cat orange cat vibes I think he wants a book girl fr

Jihoon: Logical/Analytical - someone that values music and can have an adult conversation if that makes sense someone where he can debate and relax

Mingyu: TALL GAL right I think Mingyu is so into tall girls I do apologise I swear there’s a clip of him saying that he liked them but yea someone kind and loud

Minghao:Someone calm and values time in the present rather than the past. I think Minghao needs someone to match his normalness

Seokmin: Emotional/Expressive- he needs a Pisces girl fr (me) no I think needs someone to match his level of emotion and who he can make laugh and be happy with

Seungkwan: someone that doesn’t take his bullshit I need him with someone that matches hoshis energy he wants someone with fire someone who’s not afraid to argue.

Vernon: Direct/Straightforward- I think Vernon wants a straightforward blunt person I feel he’s more open to dating foreign girls jusy due to culture wise but I feel he doesn’t have a type of that makes sense

Chan: Casual/Relaxed- he needs a settle down relationship like one that just lasts forever a home girl if that makes sense he’s the type to find the one the first try

[colonelarr0w]

Heyy 💜

I read that you are accepting requests so I came here to ask for one with Nanami but he as a teenager (because I've been in love with him since that time lol) would like to see his first time, a cute smut at first because he seemed to be so inexperienced and introverted but later he could have a kinky side 🥴

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Warning(s) - mature themes, foul language, smut, Gojo being nosy asf

A/N - I do plan to make a part 2 to this piece, so I decided to focus on Reader for this piece and then Nanami in the second one. It'll make more sense once y'all read it, I promise.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

For the six months that you and Nanami had been together, the farthest that you two got in terms of intimacy was heated make outs and rough grinding – both of which were done with about as much grace as a baby cow trying to ice skate.  

That didn't mean that either of you wanted to take it further, it was just that neither of you really knew how.  

And what didn't make any of this better? 

Satoru Gojo constantly being up Nanami's ass about it. 

"While I appreciate your input-" 

"If you 'appreciated' my input," Gojo lifts his fingers and mocks making air quotes, "then you would take my advice and – y'know – not be a virgin anymore." 

Nanami's eye twitches in fury, eyebrows pinched together as the snowy-haired male shrugs his shoulders, rolling his eyes with the most 'I-said-so' expression that he had ever seen on another human being.  

"Your advice is about as helpful as a fanfiction written by a middle school girl," Geto is quick to chime in, throwing an arm over Gojo's shoulder and patting his palm against his friend's chest. Gojo scoffs, jaw dropping open as he turns his head to glare daggers into Geto.  

"Excuse me, my advice is-" 

"Hi Ken! Hi everyone!" Your happy voice is what effectively kills the growing argument, bright smile infecting the group in front of you – all of them turn to return your greeting. Nanami's smile is much more toned down than the others, but that doesn't mean nobody fails to notice the way his lips quirk upward the moment your lips come into contact with his cheek.  

"Hello," Nanami is the first to respond, eyes softening at you as you pull away and wave to greet the others. Gojo glances at Nanami, sending him a knowing glance that is shrugged off by the blonde. "I thought you were busy training today?" 

"Nope! Yaga gave me the rest of the afternoon off, so I figured I'd come by and grab you," you say with a grin on your face, lifting a hand to affectionately pat his cheek. "I went out shopping yesterday and got snacks and a movie." 

Nanami finds himself smiling again, completely ignoring the existence of those around him, eyes focused on you like a lovesick puppy. He squeezes the hand that rests on his face, nodding his head at the request.  

"What movie did you pick out?" Nanami asks innocently – his tone of voice makes Gojo snicker. You glance curiously at the third-year, who only turns swiftly away from you and whistles as if he had done nothing.  

"Just some cheesy rom-com," you answer just as innocently, smiling again at your boyfriend. Nanami glances quickly at Gojo, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Gojo's curled lips – he was grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat.  

"It sounds nice. Would you like to watch it now?" 

You nod eagerly, already reaching for your boyfriend's hand. He allows your fingers to slip into his own, feeling himself chuckle as you squeeze happily at them. You bid the rest of the group farewell, waving politely to them before turning in the direction of the student dormitories. 

Nanami glances over his shoulder at the group as you both depart, feeling his cheeks heat at the hand gestures that Gojo throws up. That little- 

< … > 

"Ken," you breathe into his mouth, arms wound around his neck as your lips move against his own. The movie is still playing in the background, but its plot is entirely forgotten – not that either of you minded in the slightest.  

His hands grip at your hips, moving them across his own and swallowing your moans. You pull back from him to catch your breath, whining lightly as you grind your hips against his own. Nanami smirks to himself, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your neck, relishing in the way you try (and fail) to hold back moans.  

"What is it?" Nanami asks quietly, perking an eyebrow at you as your movements against him still. You glance at him, eyes lust-blown and your cheeks reddened with lust. He already knows what it is that you want – but he would be lying if he said that he wasn't a nervous wreck. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing. 

"I – why don't we – you know," you whisper nervously, your hands on Nanami's shoulders to keep yourself grounded. He tilts his head at you, urging you to continue speaking. He doesn't quite know why, but he wants to hear you say it – he wants you to verbalize exactly what it was that you wanted.  

"Why don't we what?"  

"C'mon Ken," you whine, moving your hips against his once. He grits his teeth, suppressing the moan that climbs up his throat at the drag of your hips against his own. You smirk at the reaction you pull from him, leaning forward so that your lips just barely ghost against his. "You know." 

Nanami glances up at you, swallowing his nervousness and leaning forward again, attaching his lips to your neck and kissing the skin there. You exhale shakily, nails biting into his shoulders as you rock against him again. 

"Are you sure?" Nanami mutters against your neck, his breath fanning over your skin and making you shiver in the best way possible.  

"I'm sure." 

Nanami continues to place featherlight kisses against your neck, hands moving your hips back and forth against his own, craving that friction that you had provided. You don't protest, allowing him to move you while he sucks a dark purple hickey into your neck – one that you would definitely have trouble hiding in the morning.  

Hesitantly, his hands travel upwards, one hand cupping over your clothed breast and giving it an apprehensive squeeze. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes flickering up to meet his own as he gives you a look that asks 'is this okay'.  

You nod again at him, urging him to keep going.  

Nanami's hands return to your hips, where he then guides you off of his lap and lays you down flat on the couch, hovering over you. His lips connect with yours in a hungry kiss, lips moving in sync with your own. His hands wander, squeezing and groping your tits. 

You moan quietly into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair and mussing his bangs. He smirks against your lips, hungrily swallowing your moans. His hands continue their assault, thumbs experimentally flicking over your nipples through your shirt. 

That pulls a particularly loud whine from you – one that Nanami immediately wants to hear again.  

Hesitantly, Nanami begins to lift your shirt, getting it rolled up to your stomach before you wiggle the rest of the way out, throwing the clothing across the room. He leans down to kiss you again, his hands working to quickly unclasp your bra and discard that as well.  

The moment that your tits spill out over your chest, Nanami flicks his thumb against one of your nipples, relishing the whine that you let out. Your back arches from the couch, body not quite used to the sensation that Nanami had been the source of.  

"Ken," you moan out, raising a hand to tilt his head so that his gaze meets yours. He nearly cums in his pants at the expression you wear – lust-blown pupils and slightly swollen lips from the force at which he had kissed them.  

He exhales, leaning his head down and dragging his tongue down the valley of your breasts, eyes occasionally flickering up to you just in case you wanted him to stop. Your hands tangle in his hair, fingernails scraping along his scalp – you truly didn't want him to stop. Not that he was opposed. 

He turns, bringing one nipple into his mouth and hesitantly running his tongue over it. Your back arches, lips parting to release a choked-out moan as he swirls the tip of his tongue over your hardened nipple.  

“Ken,” you whine out again, glancing down your body at him and panting as you wait in anticipation. His hands hook underneath the waistband of your pants, helping you shimmy out of them with a small smirk plastered onto his face.  

“What is it?” he whispers, his hands holding your hips with his thumbs rubbing soft circles into the supple flesh. He squeezes them lovingly, earning a whine from you. “You’ll have to tell me.” 

“C’mon Kento, stop teasing,” you whine, bucking your hips upward and chasing the pleasure that his hands had been giving you up until that point. He smirks, leaning down to kiss your pussy over your panties — the feeling making you squirm in anticipation.  

“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” Nanami answers honestly, kissing your pussy again before his eyes flicker up to meet yours, taking a mental note of the expression of lust that occupies your face.  

"I am," you whisper in response, moving your hips upward again in a silent plea for him to continue. Nanami hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and biting back a breathy chuckle at the way you eagerly help him in removing the article of clothing.  

He runs a finger down your glistening folds, your body stuttering at the touch and a broken moan falling from your lips. He lifts his hand for a moment, twisting his wrist so that the pad of his thumb rubs circles into your clit – the action sends sparks up your spine.  

You whine out at the contact, lifting your hips to drag your clit along his finger. In response, he continues to rub circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling his cock strain in his pants at the sound of your whines and moans.  

Hesitantly, Nanami leans in, tentatively flicking his tongue against your clit. Your body jolts forward, hands tangling in his hair. You tug him closer to your pussy, letting out a panted breath as he presses a featherlight kiss against your clit.  

He remains between your legs for what feels like hours – even though it had to have been only fifteen minutes at most. He licks, sucks, and drags his tongue flat against your pussy, eager to pull those sweet sounds from your throat.  

"Ken...fuck...I'm cumming!" Your voice raises in pitch as your back arches off of the couch, chest stuttering as the knot in your stomach – which had been building up slowly – snaps completely. Nanami continues his assault on your pussy, desperate to feel you cum against him.  

He sucks your clit between his lips, that being enough to send you over the edge. Your hips buck up into him, small shocks sent through your entire body as you lay back down against the couch, panting and trying to catch your breath. 

Nanami rises from his spot between your legs, dragging the back of his knuckles against his lips as he stares through half-lidded eyes to admire your fucked out expression. Soft pants fall from your parted lips, a small line of drool dribbling down your chin — which he swipes his thumb against. 

“Are you alright?” he asks softly, smiling as your eyes focus on him again. Your own lips quirk upward, eyes crinkling at the corners.  

"Better than alright," you answer honestly, panting slightly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, gazing down at Nanami through half-lidded eyes.  

He finds himself smiling at your exhaustion, crawling up to you and softly pressing his lips to yours. You moan quietly against his lips, your fingers weaving into his golden locks and tugging lightly. He pulls back to admire you again, both of you staring at the other in comfortable silence.  

"I think that's enough for you," he whispers. You shake your head at him, though your eyes betray you, slowly blinking at him and biting back the yawn that threatens to escape your lips. "Yes. Come now, don't worry about me, you're exhausted." 

"I'm not," you weakly protest, leaning your forehead against Nanami's. He chuckles at you, bringing you into his arms and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. "Kento." 

"Hush," he shushes you, squeezing you. You sigh, allowing your heavy eyes to fall shut, body curling closer to his and absorbing the warmth that he radiates. "There's always next time," he promises. You hum in response.  

Yeah, there was always next time. 

[uhhhhmanda]

Thank you so much! And I'm excited for your divestment project!!! Shaming/calling out politicians seems to work so I'm hoping that even if all I can do is warble "Hey! That's not OK!" on the occasional zoom meeting with the county government that maybe some more introverts will join me in telling the right wingers that we asked for no pickles.

I have been thinking a lot about this post I saw on Bluesky:

On today's to do list:

listen to audiobook from library

fold laundry

brainstorm political actions I can take

I'm range-limited and anxiety-riddled but there's sure to be something I can do, like starting to attend library board and town hall meetings. I can recommit to giving to our local food bank (something that dropped off when we were having a long stretch where charity started at home).

Honestly the hardest part is going to be not getting overwhelmed. When I get stressed I stop taking care of myself and then I can't help anyone.