#it's possible that it's fine and i'm just touchy because it's the Last One and my standards are so sky high

[quaranmine]

TONIGHT. I WRITE MORE.

[yeeterthek33per]

Get Her Back (Lucy Bronze x Reader)

A/n Requested

Warning(s): SMUT 18+ MDNI, Suggestive (duh), mild jealousy (squint a lil, its fine).

The sweat was starting to feel a little grosser today.

With the heat wave ripping through England perfectly on time with your international break, it seems that training became more the stuff of nightmares with the sun unbearable on your already tanned skin.

It seems that brought out the more interesting behaviours of your teammates because they were looking for ways to distract themselves from melting into the pitch or tile flooring of the changerooms.

Even with air conditioning, the room was ridiculously stuffy, twenty-three sweat dripped female football players crammed into a single ten metre by ten metre room.

That being said, the topic of exes came up amongst the lot of you.

Even worse, your ex.

Specifically, the one alotted to the cubby next to yours as they ribbed both of you.

"Weren't you and Lucy together, Y/n?"

Your cheeks flush and you roll your eyes good naturedly.

"Yeah, and?"

The girls ooo at you, and ever the shitstirrer, you poke said girl in the leg with your sock covered foot.

"Not much to talk about."

She raises a brow, a small smirk challenging you almost, knowing well you're only poking fun at her.

"Oh, come on now, there has to be something to talk about. You were together for so long."

Scoffing, you wave them away, getting ready for a shower finally.

You'd both previously taken it in stride, having dealt with their teasing while you were dating.

The fact your relationship hadn't ended all that badly, being blamed on the fact that you were just both separate for far too long, playing on different sides of the continent, was never really your strong suit.

So, it doesn't surprise you when the cocky behaviour comes out too.

Lucy, ever the flirt, jokes quietly in your ear when the attention shifts from you to Alessia at the quiet mention of a possible new relationship.

"Not much, eh? And here I was under the impression that I was the best you've ever had."

You snort, elbowing the older woman with a small glare.

"Please, far from it, Bronze."

You had half a mind to laugh at the offended look on her face.

There was no way she believed that, but now you had to stick to your guns because you'd never hear the end of it if you'd actually told her the truth.

It does something to her because the moment you're all returning to the bus, she's planted herself directly next to you, sitting in the aisle seat.

Raising a brow at her sudden insistence on being in your presence, which, if she even notices the look, she doesn't acknowledge it.

Settling in for the two hour or so long bus ride back to camp, your earphones go in, and your head leans back to rest your eyes for a minute.

It seems you don't get very far, though, because a hand on your knee stops you on your nap voyage.

Glancing down, you confirm your assumption in saying that said hand is connected to your seat buddy.

Though it seems she's not actually even looking at you, she's talking animatedly with Millie and Rachel (*a/n I am aware shes R worded from internationals but I'm not accepting that just yet y'all*), who are sat across the aisle and one seat behind, and shes turned in a way that blocks their view of you.

Replacing your earbuds, you think she's just being overtly touchy today and you don't bother her with it, not minding too much, the warmth a nice contrast to how the last year or so being single had gone.

You wake up about an hour or so later, removing your earbuds and notice the chatter has died down a little, Daly Brightness now chatting between themselves and Lucy turned back to face the front, eyes glued to the laptop in front of her, watching a rerun of House M.D. (idk it fit)

Her hand hasn't removed itself. It seems it's a little higher than it was, thumb moving of its own accord, gently stroking the bare skin below your shorts.

With the air con blasting through the bus, her hand feels almost scaulding against you, your skin burning underneath the gentle caresses.

Whether she noticed you're awake or not, you're not sure, but if she did, she doesn't do or say anything other than leave her hand right where it is.

You can't find it in you to mind.

--

That doesn't last very long.

It's almost three days later into the training camp and nothing more than simple touches besides what happened on the bus has happened between you.

Although, it's like there's these little touches constantly. You know they aren't accidental. If the five years you spent with Lucy were anything to go by, you know her well enough to know there isn't ever a touch that's accidental.

She's always on alert, head swivelling when she's walking, always cautious of her hands and who's around her.

With you, there's supposed absent-minded brushes of your lower back. Her fingertips occasionally grip your arms during training rondos. A squeeze of the shoulder here and there.

She doesn't let you sit on your own like you usually do, as someone who prefers to nap quietly in the front of the bus, her hand always finding it's place on your knee once more for every day of camp.

Nothing else changes, though.

It starts to drive you a little crazy because you'd gone every training camp for a year without dealing with this.

You hadn't minded initially, but it’s getting on your nerves now.

Not because you're uncomfortable or anything.

You, reluctantly, admit to yourself that you just aren't all that over the brunette, and her touching you like this isn't helping your cause.

You're rather annoyed it's only taken three days before she's got you wrapped around her finger again, heart racing at that damn smirk on her face when you guys talk or you even just so much as glance her way.

It takes all of three days before you confront her about it.

--

"Okay, what the hell is with you?"

"Eh?"

Lucy had been in the middle of her rec gym session. Particularly in the middle of doing her core workout, so she'd been in a plank stance when you'd stormed into the empty gym, half startling the defender.

Still, she looks up at you from her position on the mat, half confusion, half focused frown.

"Don't you 'eh' me, you know what I'm talking about."

"Kind of busy, princess, I have no idea-"

"That! Princess! When was the last time you ever called me that? Not just that, the touching, the thigh grabs, the-"

"Look, I'm a little preoccupied, as much as I'd love to have this-"

"No, I want an explanation, Lucy."

She groans as she drops the plank, mildly annoyed she'd have to have another crack at her record later.

"Okay, you want an explanation."

"Yes."

She stands, stepping towards you with determination.

"You said I wasn't the best, right?"

"What?"

"Now you're the one pretending, y/n. You have every idea of what I'm talking about here."

Of course you do. You're not telling her that willingly, though.

"I really-

Her hands find your waist, backing you into the mirrored wall behind you.

"You said I wasn't the best you've ever had. Who else could've loved you the way I did? Who else made you shiver and writhe underneath me the way I did?"

Her voice lowers as she tilts your head to look up at her.

"Who else could make you cum the way I did? Tell me, Princess."

The way your cheeks redden only serves to egg her on. Her gym attire today was only futhering that though, sports bra and shorts, sweat sheening her abdomen, one you had once unabashedly stared at for all of your relationship.

Now, though, you fought every instinct and craving in you to glance down.

It doesn't matter because her lips curl up into a knowing smirk at your internal battle.

Spitefully, you snap back.

"What makes you think you're the only one to do any of that?"

For a second, you see her confident demeanour faulter, but it returns but a second later.

"Because you wouldn't still be so affected by everything I'm doing. Nor would you let me keep doing it. I know you, Y/n. If you'd been even mildly uncomfortable with anything I was doing, you would have bitch-slapped me back to Belford."

She's right.

You'd never tolerated anyone doing anything you didn't want or ask for, always the first to call someone out on their bullshit.

She continues.

"The fact that you're in here, yelling at me about how much I'm driving you crazy-"

"I did not say-"

"You don't have to, Princess. I know your tells, I know when you're flustered, frustrated, angry, upset, sad, elated. I know you. And you know that. The fact you're in here, now, tells me everything I need to know."

For once, you don't know how to respond.

So you don't.

You just tug her down by the nape of her neck.

Damn Lucy and her sexy ass cocky smirk and her back-of-her-own-hand knowledge of everything about you.

Damn the way her lips meet yours halfway, anticipating the move.

Damn her fingers, digging into your hips, lifting you into her arms and settling under your thighs to press you into the wall.

Damn Lucy and her ability to make you fall right back into her like she'd never left you back in Manchester.

Despite your best efforts, you never really could get one step ahead of her.

She pulls away, much to your whines.

"So are you gonna answer me honestly, or do I have to do something about it."

You play coy, a small eyebrow raise, despite the mild heaving in your chest.

"I am the best you've had, no doubt."

"Prove it."

--

Despite your stubbornness earlier, you'd have no qualms telling the whole world you were truly and wholly Lucy's.

You'd scream it from the rooftops.

That she was the best and only one who could fuck like she does.

Especially right now.

"Such a good girl for me, Princess. You always have been."

It's a little stuttered between thrusts, hips meeting yours with every utter of the words of the sentence.

Her hand around your throat, gently squeezing, makes your head spin as she thrusts the strap into you deliciously.

Your eyes squeeze shut, ears zoning in on her panting, the way the bed squeaks under her ministrations, the far too obscene sound of skin on skin.

The wet sounds of your own cum and arousal on the silicone toy strapped to her hips.

It's all overwhelming and only serves to send you further into the oblivion that she's got you in right now.

Your moans are loud, biting your lip to hide them from bouncing off the walls of the hotel room.

Lucy, it seems, has made it her mission to put an end to that, because her hips snap a little harder against you, and her other hand moves to play with your clit, thumb pressing into it leaving you helplessly canting your hips to meet hers.

"Bet no one else could make you cum as hard as I do."

It throws you closer to the edge faster than you expect, and your mouth drops open fully.

"Look at me."

It's a single statement from her that makes your eyes snap open to look at her above you.

She's leant over you, just about bracing herself by your throat, and the constriction just pulls you further into her.

"Good girl, I want you to watch as you cum on my cock, pretty girl."

You don't even have to ask because she's got you over the edge before you can say "Please let me cum."

Trying your hardest to focus on the rapid way her strap disappears inside you, the feeling of the head rubbing your insides and pressing into every sensitive spot inside you.

One final breathless moan leaves you digging your nails into the sheets below you, thighs quivering around her, and she lets you pull her down onto you.

There's a gentle rock to her hips, letting you come down finally, a slow to the pace she'd set hours earlier, making you orgasm over and over until now.

When she goes to pull out, you stop her.

"Don't move yet."

She chuckles softly, pressing kisses to your collarbone and neck.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby."

She settles back on her haunches, though, pulling back with a small groan of appreciation of where your hips are joined.

"God, you're so sexy, taken me so well, haven't you?"

You whine softly, cheeks flushing somehow further under the praise.

She slowly withdraws, dropping the strap off the side of the bed, settling between your legs once more, head level with your hips now.

"I'm not sure if I can anymore, Lucy."

"You can, baby. One more for me."

Her mouth lowers to your cunt, the sensitivity making you buck a little in overstimulation.

Her tongue laps at you, taking in every drop of you with a small breathy groan. It dips insidd you, pressing you open again before moving back to wrap around your clit and suck.

She'd missed this.

She'd missed you.

And she tells you as such once you cum on her tongue again moments later.

You're shaking around her head, hair firmly grasped between your fingers, which finally manage to pull her away from your far from overstimulated clit as she kisses her way back up your stomach, chest and finally meets your lips.

It's soft, slow, and loving, and the taste of yourself on her lips makes you whine into her.

When you pull away, she steps up off the bed, leaving you shivering under the air conditioning, sweaty, sticky, and slightly embarrassed at how quickly you'd jumped back into bed with the woman, even after a whole year gone of not touching her.

That all disappears when she reappears from around the corner with a water bottle and a damp cloth, letting her wipe you down, letting out a small wince when she bumps your clit again.

"Sorry, Princess, I'm trying to be gentle."

"S'alright."

Your words are starting to slur as a wave of exhaustion hits you.

--

She's coming back from cleaning off the toy and disposing of the cloth when she spots your knocked out form on the bed, splayed out on your stomach, still naked as the day you were born, snoring softly into her pillow.

A soft chuckle leaves her, and she settles back into the mattress beside you, to which you immediately cling to her form, and her arms wrap around you, head tucked under her chin.

Lucy knows she's not over you.

Truthfully, she knew the whole time.

She'd tried.

Tried going on dates.

Tried finding solace in other women but none of them were you.

All she could think about in Barcelona was how much she missed you.

Being with you, touching you, kissing you, feeling you.

Everything about you.

Even your soft, scolding tone every time she left her boots by the door in the walkway or when she accidentally left your new toy out on the bedside table for your nosy nephews to find and turn into a rocket ship. (It was still clean, fresh out of the packaging.)

That day, you'd been especially red in the face when you spotted what little Jonathan was holding and had smacked a muffled laughing girlfriend of yours upside the head.

She'd missed the days you'd drag her out on evening walks along the streets. On long drives to the water's edge in Southport.

To walk along the pier and just talk about anything and everything. Or to just enjoy the silence away from the chaos of your lives.

The way you'd always have your arms open and ready when you'd both gotten home from a particularly rough game or training session.

The warmth of your hugs after freezing games in the night, despite having been out on that pitch yourself.

She might be Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze to everyone else, but she could let her guard down around you.

That was the best thing about you, she reckons.

How easily you crumbled her tough façade.

How soft she was with you.

She always loved you for that.

She still does.

The thought unsettles her a little.

Despite the fact you're naked in her hotel room bed, cuddle into her. She’s not entirely sure what this means for both of you.

Just that she wants you back more than anything.

She'd move back to England if you asked.

She knows you would never ask her of that, but she would anyway, she decides.

You meant everything to her. You mean everything to her. Still.

When you awake hours later, still curled into her sleeping form, pressing small lazy kisses to the underside of her jaw, they're pressed with soft loving words of affirmation, knowing it's what she needs to hear, even if you hadn't declared your relationship resumed just yet.

Though, you do that a couple hours after that, with your fingers curled inside her, asking her to be yours again.

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff (?), kinda possessive flo (but not really), i love raffie so much

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, kinda possessive behavior, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.9k

request: you can find the request here

note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, nonnie, but it's finally here, also the winner of the poll. I really hope you like it, I had so much fun writing it. I feel like the ending is kinda trash, but oh well whatever. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

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You were trying to pay attention to what Raffie was saying, you really were, but you couldn't focus on her words with Florence's hot breath on your neck. 

“And then he just ghosted me,” she finished. “Can you believe he did that, Y/n?”

Hearing her calling out your name snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“I cannot believe he did that, Raffie,” you shook your head, trying to convince your best friend that you had been listening to her for the last five minutes. 

“He’s a dick,” Florence said behind you. 

You were sitting on her lap, her hands wrapped tightly around your waist, butterflies in your stomach. If it were up to you, you would be sitting next to her instead of on her, but she had made that call for you. 

In fact, ever since she had found out about your little crush on her, she became more touchy with you. And you had let her, something you shouldn't have done since it was frustrating because she only saw you as her little sister’s best friend. But you couldn’t deny her touch, after all those years of secretly yearning for it. Even though you knew she was just messing with you, you would allow it, you would allow it to mess with you even though it would just tear you apart. 

“Anyways,” Raffie continued, “a friend of his is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you guys would come with me. As moral support?”

“Moral support? What for? He’s a douchebag, what could you possibly want with him?” you raised your brow at her. 

Raffie wasn’t the one to go after boys, boys usually went after her. So it was a surprise to hear from her that she wanted to look for the guy. 

“I just want to repay the favour,” she had a grin on her face. 

Of course, she would want revenge, that sounded more like her. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, “What are you up to, huh?”

“I promise I will tell you later if you come with me.”

“I don’t know, Raff. You know how I feel about parties.”

“Oh, come on,” you heard the blonde say behind you. “I’ll be there, we will have fun, we can get drunk and dance a little bit.”

“Flo, you know that I don’t like—”

“Pretty please, Y/n,” you looked at her over your shoulder, her green eyes locked on yours. “Please,” she whispered once more before leaving a sweet soft kiss on your bare shoulder. 

The simple action set your skin on fire. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew exactly all the feelings she would burst inside you. Some part of you thought that maybe she was taking advantage of you, but honestly you couldn’t care less as long as you had her attention. 

You gulped before speaking up, “Fine,” you smiled at her. 

She had the biggest grin you had seen on her the entire day. She was going to be the death of you and you would gladly accept that fate as long as she was part of it. 

“Yay!” Raffie cheered, reminding you that she was still in the room. “Y/n, please let me do your makeup,” she said, not waiting for an answer and running up to her room. You rolled your eyes at your best friend even though she was long gone. 

You felt the hands around your torso getting tighter, and once again you remembered exactly where you were, sitting on Florence’s lap, your back against her chest, her breath on your neck. You wanted to tell her to stop, some part of you wanted to move away from her, but you just couldn’t find the strength in you to do something about it. 

“I bet Raffie is also looking for an outfit for you,” she mumbled, she had her head buried in the crook of your neck, her breath sending shivers up your spine. “And I bet you are going to look so hot in it,” your heart skipped a beat and you felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks when she left a small wet kiss on your neck. 

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to form some coherent thoughts, but your brain was too foggy to think properly, getting drunk on her scent and closeness. You hadn’t realised your breath had gotten heavier until Florence had pointed it out. 

“You okay, love?” she whispered in your ear. “Your breathing is uneven and your heart is beating pretty fast.” 

You knew she knew exactly why your body was acting up the way it was, she was just messing with you, as she usually did.  

“I um,” you found her eyes already looking at you, your brain was struggling to find words.

“You…?” she trailed off, singling for you to continue. 

“I was just, I um—”

“Y/n, what do you think about this skirt?” Raffie cut you off walking down the stairs. You let out the breath you were holding, glad that you didn’t have to answer her big sister. “I know what you're going to say: ‘Oh, but Raffie, it’s so short. I could never’,” she said in a high pitch, resembling your voice. 

“I don’t sound like that,” you gave her a death glare. 

“Yeah, you do. But whatever, just go and try this on, okay? You will look sexy,” she winked at you and handed you the clothes. 

“But Raffie the party doesn’t start until late at night,” you whined. 

“Late at night? Y/n, we have only three hours! Just go and get dressed,” she pulled you up and led you to her bedroom upstairs. “I’m going to buy some things for the party, Florence will stay with you, okay? I’ll be right back,” she blew you a kiss goodbye and closed the door behind her. 

While you were undressing yourself to try out the outfit Raffie had put together for you, you heard her saying goodbye to her sister downstairs and telling her to behave. You once again rolled your eyes at your best friend. She knew about your crush on her sister, you told her ever since you had realised that your feelings for the blonde had changed. She also knew how Florence would be around you, always touching you, flirting with you, or just staring at you. Raffie didn’t know if her sister was just playing around or actually meant all of those things, she never talked about you with her. Not that she hadn’t tried, she had, repatelly. But Florence would always shut down and change the subject. So she gave up a while ago. 

You had already put the skirt and the top Raffie had chosen for you, it was way more revealing than what you would normally wear. But you didn’t seem to mind it. You were looking at yourself in the mirror when you heard the door being opened behind you. 

“I knew you would look hot,” she stopped closer to where you were standing. “But then again, you always look hot.”

You watched her through the mirror, she had changed into a tight short black dress with some pink flowers on it. Your eyes trailed down to her legs, and you swallowed hard when you noticed how short the dress was. She noticed you were ogling her. 

“How do I look?” she smiled at you. 

“You look beautiful, Flo. You always do,” you whispered the last part, but Florence had already heard it. 

“If you don’t want to go to the party, we don’t have to, Y/n,” you watched as she got closer to you and placed her hands on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, I want to,” you flashed her a smile. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

Which was true. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact that Florence was going to be there, the fact that Raffie was getting her ‘revenge’, or maybe you just felt comfortable in the clothes Raffie had picked for you, that you didn’t mind going to a stranger’s house and have a little bit of fun. 

“Well, that’s good,” she rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist, making your stomach turn. 

[...]

You were in the kitchen, trying to pour yourself a glass of water. You felt like you had already had too much alcohol, your head was spinning and the music was getting louder and louder. 

You had been dancing the whole night with Florence, and you had been right, you did have fun. But you were getting overwhelmed by all the people surrounding you.

Once you gulped down the water you felt a little bit better, and shook those feelings away. 

“Hey!”, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling behind you. 

Slowly, you turned around to see a boy standing in front of you. He appeared to be a few years older than you, and by the way he was standing you could tell he had one too many drinks as well.

“Everything’s good, I was just heading out actually,” you tried to walk away from him but he grabbed you from your wrist. 

“Hey, don’t run, we just met. I’m Dick,” he sounded nice, the soft grip on your wrist telling you he meant no harm. 

He noticed you were looking down at his hand, and quickly let go.

“Sorry,” he slurred, “You’re just really pretty,” you watched as his cheeks turned red.

“Sure,” you playfully rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious,” he chuckled. “I didn’t catch your name, tho.”

“Oh, right, sorry. I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he tried your name on his lips, liking the sound of it. 

Unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde was looking at the two of you chatting. She felt as her skin set on fire the closer he got to you and the more you would laugh at whatever he was saying. 

What could he possibly be saying that you would make you laugh so hard? Was he really that funny? There was no way he was that funny. She needed to do something about it. 

The truth was Florence also had a crush on you, as cliche as it sounded, falling for her little sister’s best friend. But how could she not when it was you who she fell for? You were just too cute, and caring, and compassionate, she felt like she might just explode by just looking at you. And she could not have you talking to some stupid, probably drunk, guy. She quickly made her way towards the two of you, determined to put an end to whatever that was.

“Oh, there you are, baby,” you heard a familiar voice saying and a familiar pair of lips kissing your left cheek. “Who’s this, love?”

“Um, this is Dick. Dick this is Florence…”

“Her girlfriend, and not just her friend who is a girl,” she winked at him. 

“What are you…?” you tried, but Dick’s voice got you off.

“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. I just thought… I’m just going to leave,” Dick said, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. 

“What was that about?” you snapped at her. 

“I did you a favour, Y/n. He was no good,” she simply smiled at you. 

“You don’t get to do that, Florence. Not cool.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n.”

“No, I’m serious. Don’t pull that shit on me.”

“Or what?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” she said, trapping your body against the counter. 

Your heart skipped a beat by the sudden action, she was way too close. You could feel her breath on your lips. 

“Don’t you see it, Y/n?” she whispered, but loud enough for you to hear through the music. “You made me go crazy.”

“What?” 

“You're mine, Y/n. Mine,” and finally her soft warm lips met yours.

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[hiro--aoki]

sharing is caring, you give me the hoodie, a fluff w rosita and g/n reader please!!! would love to see some of your writing 🫶🏻

Mine

Rosita X G/N reader fluff prompt: “Sharing is caring, you give me the hoodie.”

A/N: I loved writing this one, it's just so cute. Anyways I'm now starting a Daryl and Carol angst fic. Before I go: Happy Pride month ya'll!!! <3

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You had always been the physical affection type. Rosita knew that from the start. She had her warning and she ignore it. Usually, your touchiness was never a problem because, low and behold, Rosita would often enjoy it, but on occasions were supply runs didn’t go perfectly, days after Negan took his haul or just plain bad days, Rosita would get a bit…grumpy. She would distance herself a bit, not mentally or emotionally, but physically. She knew that on days where she was in one of her moods, she would get set off easily and the last thing she wanted on days like these, was a lecture from Rick and a week on gardening duty.

It was towards the middle of winter, so the people of Alexandria were stressing since they couldn’t scavenge or grow enough supplies for Negan and his bunch of screwed up disciples. They had sent out more groups on supply runs and the occasional group to the Hilltop or the Kingdom to see if they could trade anything for supplies. Which is what Rosita’s group had gone to today. Rosita, y/n, Daryl, Aaron, and some other random person from Alexandria that Rosita had trained. By her luck, they were heading home empty handed.

Rosita was walking a good four meters or so in front of the group, silently. While Daryl, Aaron and the rando decided to let her have her space, y/n had other plans. Y/n quickened their pace and was soon walking in sync, beside her. They knew their plan would either end with a punch to the face or a calmer and more relaxed trip home.

“Hey Rosi!”

Silence in return. You can’t say your surprised. You keep walking along side her, watching as your steps fall in line. A soft, cold breeze blue over the group and you shudder slightly. You had a coat on but it’s hard to find a jacket thick enough to completely keep out the cold of the Virginian winters. You watch as your cold breath disappears in the thin fog of the woods. You’re slightly stunned as you feel the weight of Rosita’s jacket over your shoulders. You turn you head to Rosita with a confused look.

Before you can ask anything, she says, “Are you warmer?”

“I mean, yeah, but aren’t you gonna freeze?” You glance at her bare shoulders.

“I’ll be fine. We can’t have you freezing to death, can we?” She answers nonchalantly.

“…I guess not.”

You walk in silence again, for another few minutes. You look up as you feel a snowflake land on your nose. The first snow of the season. Now scavenging and trade trips could become nearly impossible. Before your worried thoughts could grow anymore, you feel Rosita wrap her arms around your waist and nuzzle her face into your neck. She’s shivering.

“Rosi, take your jacket back, you’ll catch a chill.”

She shakes her head in her usual stubborn manner.

“Rosi please, for me?”

She groans as you pull off her jacket, the cold air hitting your warm skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You practically have to put the jacket on her.

“Come on Rosi, stop being stubborn for five seconds. Please.”

Finally, she pulls on the jacket.

“Thanks Rosi.”

 You start to skip ahead of the group, but stop and turn.

“By the way, when we get home, I’m stealing your hoodie.”

Bonus: It had been a hard day doing supply runs for Rosita. Walkers had come and screwed everything up, like they always do, meaning the group she went with, came home with jack shit. She barged into the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible, in case you were asleep. She glanced around the room where you usually waited for here to come home. The room was dark as the lights were off and the curtains were drawn.

“Y/n, I’m home!” She called, taking off her boots, still glancing around the room for the chance that she had missed you.

You weren’t there.

“Y/n?”

She moves around the room, checking every spot you could be hiding in. You are nowhere in sight. She rushes upstairs to your shared bedroom.

“Y/N?!” Rosita asks again, more distressed.

She barely glances around the room, before she’s tackled onto the bed. She lets out a yelp as her and her attacker fall onto the bed. Just as she’s about to attack back, a face pops up right in front hers, pressing a small kiss on her nose. Rosita’s stunned for a second before recognition washes over her.

“Y/N!” She smiles softly, wrapping her arms around you, tightly.

“I can’t…I can’t breathe!” You squeak.

“Right, sorry…is that my hoodie?” She laughs softly pulling the clothe out of your hands.

You try to grab it back like a small child.

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie,” you whine.

She laughs again and tosses the hoodie to you. You let out a small giggle as you fumble to put it on. She tugs on the bottom to help pull it over your head. Your pops out like a meerkat with your usual stupidishly wide grin. Rosita looks at you with a soft look of admiration. You crawl over to her and flop down on her lap, snuggling up to her, The safest spot in Alexandria.

[punkeccentricenigma]

Hello Hello Hello!

I love ur work!!!! I was wondering, can you do rise Mikey x touch starved! Reader? But the moment they get affection they go “OH HELL NAW” “DON’T BELITTLE ME”

Mikey with Touch Starved!Reader

Relationship status: Romantic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

Words: 957

TW: Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: I apologize for the short one-shot; I didn't feel like to write something more or elaborating, especially since there's honestly no room for it (it would have turned into a mess). I'm doing my best to write all the requests as well as possible. Is there anything else to add? It's hard to say; I don't want to dwell on my problems. Enjoy.

"Here, hold your popcorn," Dark eyes of the Box Turtle first rested on the smiling person above him, then on the light, salty food arranged in a transparent bowl. His smile widened as he took the container from [Y.N]'s hands. "Thanks, sunshine!"

"No problem," they replied with a soft, elastic smile, and settled comfortably next to Michelangelo on the dark couch in the [Y.N]'s living room. It was dark, but some lamps cast a yellow ambient light on the walls; it was the coziest atmosphere the couple loved. "So, what do you want to watch? Some anime? An American movie? Maybe some FNAF gameplay?" Their subtle gestures amused the teenager.

"That last one works for me." Without waiting, the boy started munching on popcorn. As [Y.N] browsed through YouTube, he observed them. It wasn't difficult, as the person theirself was more focused on the TV screen than on him.

Mikey furrowed his brows slightly as he began to contemplate. Would it be a good idea to cuddle? I mean, he's the most touchy-feely of the siblings, always hugging someone, holding hands, or just putting a hand on the shoulder—without that, he won't survive! But with [Y.N], it was a bit different...

The [color]eyed willingly embraced with a smile, but the turtle felt that they would desire this closeness for longer. However, their body stiffened every time the boy took the initiative. Would it be too much if he tried it now, even though they had just started their relationship? They were alone now, without the company of his brothers or their common friends.

Finally, he blinked a couple of times when he noticed some random gameplay on the screen. "Everything okay?" He looked to his left and noticed a slightly worried expression on his partner's face.

He quickly nodded, smiling again. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, easy as pie! Um... I mean!" Why did he have to pick up such nonsensical statements from Leonardo! But he relaxed his muscles when he heard a giggle from [Y.N], who glanced back at the screen. He quietly released his breath, playing with his fingers a bit.

He bit the center of his cheek, replaying his previous thoughts in a loop. After all, it was part of his love language! **sink or swim.**

With a slight uncertainty, he moved even closer to them, and before they could react, they felt a vibrating warmth around their body.

[Y.N]’s cheeks were dusted with a rosy blush as they realized that their boyfriend had hugged them. After a moment of silence, they chuckled and patted Michelangelo on the shell. "Okay, okay," their voice brought a wider smile to the ninja's face.

When it dawned on [Y.N] that this wasn't just a regular, casual hug, they started to feel a bit nervous, sensing the usual muscle freeze that was typical for them. "M-Mikey? You know, the video is still playing..."

"And?" 

This worried the teenager a bit. they felt strangely good and awful at the same time. Eventually, the person pulled away from Mikey's embrace, retreating to the other end of the couch. "No, no, no...! Don't dismiss me!"

The turtle's face showed shock and surprise, though a hint of sadness lingered in his mind. "What?" Their eyes narrowed, catching the innocence in the boy's expression. It felt silly, so they averted their gaze.

"You hugged me for too long," heyt confessed quietly, furrowing brows. The boy adjusted himself, trying to better understand.

"Well, I thought it wouldn't bother you," he replied. Oops, did he overdo it? "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really," they added quickly. Now what? **Now what?** Maybe they overreacted? Blast it!

Mikey looked at them with a remorseful expression, trying to understand their feelings. "I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable," he said sincerely.

The teenager gazed at him, seeing the honesty in his eyes. "It's not you, it's me... sometimes I'm a bit weird."

Mikey tilted his head slightly, feeling the ends of his bandana tickle his arm.

"Weird in a sense... you know, I'm not used to this touch."

"But we hug you all the time."

"Well, I know, but it's different... I got used to you guys, to your chaotic touches! But this... well, I don't know how to say it..." Single, crystalline tears appeared in [Y.N]'s eyes, which Mikey immediately noticed.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, you don't have to explain! I won't cause you any discomfort now, okay?"

"But I want to."

The teenager could see the confusion on Angelo's face, as if it were literally lifted from a typical anime. If it weren't for such a heavy atmosphere, they would have laughed. "I want us to hug, just, you know, slowly to the purpose."

After a moment, an imaginary light bulb appeared above the boy, and he smiled slightly, trying to ease the tension. "So, you're Touch-starved!"

His partner leaned back slightly, raising their eyebrows. "Yes, I didn't think you knew that term... sorry for the trouble."

"None of your concerns are trouble for me!" His cute smile brought a renewed blush to [Y.N] and the famous butterflies in their stomach. "We need to communicate everything!"

The teenager took a deep breath, feeling relieved. "You're right... Thanks, Mikey. You're the best."

"Oh, don't exaggerate!" It was a lie; Michelangelo basked in the compliment. "So, now that we know what's going on, shall we try again?"

The teenager smiled and felt that they were starting to break free from their own thoughts. "You know, for now, let's try holding hands for a bit longer."

The boy nodded slightly, getting closer to his partner. With a graceful move, he grabbed their hand and squeezed it.

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 35

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 13 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), non-protected sex, dirty talk

Ever since I came back to our table, I haven't been able to think about anything else that isn't that picture. Not because of the content itself, because I know Y/n would never do something behind my back, and I really doubt she'd choose Jin if she ever did, basically because of all the consequences that would come right after. It activated something that I thought I overcame when we both decided to be exclusive. The possibility of Y/n finding someone better has always been in the back of my head, because I genuinely think she could do way better than me.

A few times she interrupts my inner monologue, she tries to cheer up the mood by making some jokes or being touchy, but it only makes me disconnect from my thoughts the short seconds it lasts. 

—Is something wrong? —she asks, wrapping her arm around mine and squeezing it.

—I'm just a bit tired —I lie, after hearing her ask the same question a few more times. 

—Do you want to leave and get some rest? —she suggests, resting her chin on my shoulder—. I've already finished mine. And I'm sure it won't be a good idea for me to get another one.

When I feel the weight of her head on my shoulder, I can't help but turn to her. Her big eyes are looking at me with a shining light I'm not able to describe, but it for sure works on making me feel more relaxed. 

I nod at her question, making her move away from me so she can stand up and follow right after her.

—Tae isn't here today? —she frowns, trying to find him among the customers.

Honestly, I'm glad Tae and her get on well. At first, I was afraid he'd be too harsh on her after everything that happened with Areum and Leslie. But Y/n's personality captivated Tae instantly, and even made him protective of her sometimes.

—No, he didn't feel well. So Brooke is in charge of the place.

—I hope he feels better soon —she mutters as we head outside—. Tell him that if he needs something...

—I will —I cut her up.

The fact that Brooke, someone Tae also trusts, twisted things just to damage Y/n annoys me, but I know it'd make Tae freak out even more if he ever knew. 

While I drive her home, I feel her hands playfully rubbing my side and tummy, before she's resting her cheek back on my shoulder. Seeing no reaction from me, she just stops trying until we reach her place. 

—You aren't sleeping here? —she looks at me confused, when the engine of the motorbike is still on when she hops off.

—I'd rather go to my place tonight.

—Cut the shit, Jungkook —she crosses her arm over her chest—. What's wrong?

—I told you I'm tired.

—And I'm not buying it —she tilts her head—. You were fine tonight, and out of nowhere you started acting like...

—Like what?

—Like an ass —she rushes to answer—. If you were tired, you could've told me. And we would've gone straight to my house or your place.

—If my attitude bothered you so much, you could've called Jin so he could keep you better company.

Those words leave my lips before I'm able to realize it. Something so insignificant as that picture, got me overreacting and losing control of my own tongue.

Y/n just looks away, pressing her lips together before her eyes are back on me. Sweetness is long gone, and now she's the one who's annoyed here. 

—Why are you bringing up Jin?

—You tell me —I turn off the engine to hear her better—. Why did I have to learn from someone else that you and Jin went out for drinks, and were all over each other?

—All over each other? You have to be kidding me.

She just scoffs, her eyes going blank as she throws her head back and looks at me again with both hands hanging on her hips. 

—He's my fucking boss. He invited me for drinks, because he couldn't do it on my first day —she tries to explain—. He knows we're seeing each other. For fucks sake, the day after, you came to pick me up and he saw us being all over each other.

—And that's why you didn't tell me? —I insist— You told me you'd get home late, and that's why I didn't go to pick you up.

—I didn't tell you because I didn't think it was important —she squints her eyes at me—. I went for a drink with my boss. He himself made things clear when I asked him, so I don't know where this is coming from.

She doesn't say much more, she just waits for me to answer back. But I really don't know what I should answer back right now. And it seems like my silence annoys her even more. 

—It's unbelievable you're the one trying to be offended over me hiding things though —she continues—. Maybe you're being an asshole because Jimin can't tell you what to do right now. Right? —she crosses her arms over her chest— Maybe he'd tell you to man up and bring some sense to that tiny brain of yours.

The fact that she knows about that little thing, and what a dickhead I was because I talked about something that involved her with someone else, and took their advice instead of just accepting what she wanted, makes me aware that she has pretty more reasons to be annoyed at me than I do. 

—I've dealt with your big walls constantly, with your stupid ideas, and even how you don't even want to consider us as a couple. And you really think I'd run after someone else after how much it took us to get here? —her voice trembles as she speaks—. You could've talked to me about it, because I know you would've gone home without saying a single thing about it if I hadn't insisted. You should discuss everything with me.

Everything that was crossing my mind, everything that could've made me distrust her in the slightest, completely disappears when her voice cracks towards the end of the sentence. I allowed my insecurities to get the best of me, and blind me into thinking she'd ever be able to hurt me while being aware of the pain she could put me through.

—I'm sorry —I say, getting her to look at me—. When Brooke told me and showed me the pic, I don't know...

—I don't know either —she crosses her arms over her chest—. It wouldn't cross my mind to do something like that to you.

—I'm sorry —I apologize again, hopping off the motorbike to feel somewhat closer to her.

—If you are sorry, then I really hope you park that damned motorbike and bring your ass up to my place —trying her best to hide her smile, she tilts her head.

—That's it?

—What? —she steps back— Were you expecting me to throw a tantrum and go two weeks without talking to you? —her eyebrow raises with that last comment— I could do that, but I don't want to. I just need you to understand that I'm only into you. And next time something like this happens, you talk to me first —she starts walking, but she suddenly stops again—. I'm not bringing up the whole deal issue because we made up a few days ago, but I hope something like that doesn't ever happen again —she warns me, lifting her index in my direction. 

Trying not to show off my smile, so she doesn't regret her words, I press my lips together and nod. 

Honestly, it feels weird that we both made it out so quickly and so easily. Not like we've gone too long without talking with each other, and the few times were because of a serious issue -at least more than this-, but I still can't believe everything's been solved so fast.

As I sit on the couch, I see her moving uneasy in front of me, puckering her lips, until she finally speaks again. 

—I really can't believe you still think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you —she straddles me, and the way she feels against me will make me go insane—. Maybe I should use actions, because words don't stay long enough up here —she rubs my temple with her index as she says it. 

—How will you do that?

Her fingertip runs over my skin, digging behind my ear into my hair, as she bends over me to link our lips together. One hand holding my head and playing with my hair, while the other travels down my neck and chest. Her touch makes me feel so needy, I see no point in holding back before I sink my tongue in her mouth.  

Not ready for her to move yet, I keep her tight against me, enjoying the taste of our saliva mixing together while our tongues just twirl against one another. And it only gets messier when I feel her pressing her core against me. I unzip her jeans, making them baggy enough around her waist so I can sneak my hands through them, cupping her ass tight. 

She bites my lip before she breaks the kiss, pulling it in between her teeth with her eyes fixed on mine. She seems so dangerous while she does it. But I don't care, I want -and need- more. I move my hands back to her back, holding her tight. Although she's still able to move, I made sure of that after I saw her intentions taking over her eyes.

She kneels slowly in between my legs, moving her hands over my thighs until she almost reaches the noticeable bulge under my pants, and that's screaming for attention at this point. I let out a heavy breath, a feeling all my muscles tense under her touch the closer she gets to my crotch. She unzips my pants. And while I keep my hands in the air -trying to allow her to have as much control as she wants over me-, she finally takes them off, along with my boxers. 

My hard cock jumps free as soon as she slides the fabric down, and I'm sure I won't last too much if she keeps looking at it as if it was something she had been waiting for forever.

She licks my shaft, from the base to the tip, and I'm only able to sigh when the warmth of her tongue traces one of my marked veins until she reaches my most sensitive part. Her fingers wrap around it, letting her tongue tease me. She moves it in circles around the tip,cleaning the precum that keeps leaking. 

Not enough with the feeling, I move her hair away, wanting to get the perfect image of how she looks while she drives me crazy. 

—Suck it, baby —I ask, rubbing her cheek with my thumb. 

As she bends over again, my hand goes back to the back of her head, taking all the locks I can away from her face. 

She wraps her lips around my tip, covering her teeth with them -feeling my heart pounding with pride when I remember I was the one who taught her that-, before she starts going down on me. She bumps her head up and down slowly, having me lifting my hips in the air so her mouth could never leave me. 

—Keep your eyes on me, babe —I command, trying to get her eyes back on me as I notice her closing them.

But maybe it’s the biggest mistake I could've made. 

She looks up to me, big eyes digging for any hint of pleasure on my face, while her lips are wrapped around me tight. Not only is it the way she looks, but how she makes my cock vibrate when she whimpers on it. And I can tell by the way her body tenses, she wants attention just as much as I did. 

—So fucking good —I praise her again—. Sucking it like I taught you, like a good girl.

And that praise must've awakened something in her, because she pumps my cock with her fist, making sure her movements were in sync with the ones in her hand. I can feel my cock twitching with every move she makes, and I'm reaching that point where I'm not able to control my body as I'm too hooked on the shivering.

—I'm gonna cum, baby. Stop —I warn her.

I made her move back. And, after only giving her a few seconds to recover, I cup her face in my hands. 

—Come here.

While we kiss, I do my best at taking her clothes off. First moving her pants away and sliding them down her legs along with her panties. And like I'm attracted to it, my palm covers her slit, fingers digging to know how wet and ready she is for me, at least until she's back at straddling me. 

I'm so desperate for her, that I don't even care about the ripping sound her blouse makes as I tear it apart. I see her lifting her hips, and I help her by holding myself up, aiming to her entrance. A united, and harmonious gasp, leaves our lips as she sinks me deeper in her slowly. Her walls wrap around me tight, taking me in so easily, yet molding around me so well, that I doubt I'll make it for too long. 

She jumps slowly at first, helping us both get used to each other, lifting and lowering her hips, taking me back in when I thought she'd be letting me go completely. Her hips increase the speed slowly, making the clapping sounds of our bodies louder with every jump. 

—You're the only one I want to fuck like this —she moans, one hand on my shoulder and the other on the backrest of her couch—. Do you understand it like this?

—Fuck, yes —my voice cracks in the middle of the sentence—. You're only mine.

—Uh-huh.

I pull her in for a kiss, as I lower my body on the couch, dragging her along with me. Taking control away from her, I hold her hips up and start drilling into her in a speed that soon has her moaning louder, while her pussy clenches around me tight. I lower the cups of her bra, sucking and biting her hard nipple as I fuck her like I've never done before. Fucking her like I'm sorry for being such a dumbass today. 

—I'm close —she holds onto my wrist as she says that

—Cum with me —I move even faster.

Her pussy clenches around me again, before her body collapses over mine with a loud moan that has my ears whistling for a while. Although all of it only makes tingles run over me, from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, before I cum in her. 

—We didn't use protection —she panics, suddenly looking at me.

—It's alright —I move under her, trying to get back to the initial position—. I'm clean. And we can buy the morning after pill tomorrow.

I kiss her again, slow and sweet, enjoying every bit of her right now. 

✸ ✸ ✸

A placid smile adorns her face while she closes her eyes, trying to recover from her high, when I fall next to her on the bed, still not able to believe that all of this is real. Turning to me, she starts moving some stamped locks from my forehead, although I use that soft gesture to pull her from her wrist and make her wrap her arm around me so I can feel her closer. 

While I look her in the eyes, and how they look at me as if I were the only person in the world for her, I instantly remember how I made her feel bad just a few hours ago. 

—I'm sorry about tonight —I apologize again—. You didn't deserve to be treated that way in the pub.

—Kook, we already talked it out.

—We didn't. I apologized and you let it go —I stop her, before she tries to move on from it again—. I should've thought better of you, but I was so blinded by the idea of you being into someone else... I'm just scared of losing you, losing this, being played with again. I know you wouldn't do that, but I can't help but be prepared for it.

As I speak, and I let all my insecurities drop with each one of my words, I feel the knot in my throat tightening. Not even her fingers playing with my hair can make me feel better right now. 

—I'm not going anywhere, Kook —she assures me—. Not now, not tomorrow. So get that idea clear in your head.

It's all about the honesty in her words, and how she makes sure I understand each one of them while looking deep into my eyes. I want to speak, tell her everything that's going on in my head when it comes to her, but I know I won't be able to say a word without accidentally sobbing. When I cover my face, as soon as I feel my lips trembling, she simply pulls me in for a hug.

—I thought you wanted me to say cute things to you —she teases me. 

I giggle on her chest, hiding my face from her, before I move back again, just to look at her. It's right then, when she weeps some of my tears away and rubs my cheeks ever so gently, that I know what all those mixed thoughts mean, and how I could express them perfectly in just one sentence. 

—I think I'm in love with you, cocktease.

When she stops, and looks at me intensely, I know she's not ready to say those words back yet. But I didn't say it because I wanted to hear the words back, I just said them because I wanted to let her know everything she causes in me. 

[sukea69]

hashirama for the ask game 🌻

WIFE TIME WIFE TIME

SENJU HASHIRAMA

An aspect I love

It's a cop out to say "everything" so I will say: his complexity. Hashirama is a very complicated character, especially as he grows up. His motives are multifaceted and opaque but pretty much consistent. I really love that while love is a driving factor for him, it isn't the only thing he focuses on and prioritises.

Also his tits.

One aspect I wish more ppl understood

Not having love as his One Driving Force doesn't make him a bad guy or a bad character or anything. Arguably, the people who love him love him because they know he can look past his emotional attachment to their actual actions (here I will point towards Hashirama and Tobirama, how Tobirama allows Hashirama to dictate what is an acceptable jutsu for public distribution and use, and I will point towards Hashirama and Madara, and how Madara isn't upset that Hashirama stabbed and did his best to kill him).

A hc I have (I'm putting more than one. Bc beloved)

- Genderfluid

- A person who expects to be respected by the people around him, and reacts quite coldly when he's not treated as such, UNLESS he's actively trying to manipulate ppl OR ur in the small group of ppl who don't need to show him any deference. It's possible that that last group is literally just Madara. He's surprisingly strict.

- Goes absolutely off the rails after Madara dies. He already had an addictive personality, but after he kills his best friend and soulmate it's a manic mess of drink, drugs, sex and gambling. Everyone's worried abt him. He insists he's fine.

- Wants peace but can barely conceive of what true and total peace IS. His entire life is war and violence, he can't imagine a life totally void of it, though he'd like to strive towards it.

- Buddhist. This isn't a hc it's like, text, but it's going here anyway.

- Makes cannibal jokes when he eats his veggies.

- Very accomplished healer, finds it hard to communicate concepts to others as his healing utilises mokuton and his connection to living things, and others don't have this instinctive connection. Very frustrating to everyone.

A character I love seeing them interact with

You get two. Tobirama and Madara's relationship w hsrm are relationships I love thinking about ahaha

One character I wish they interacted w more

Mito. U kno. His WIFE. I want more Mito and I want her NOW. But not actually I don't trust nart writers to make her mean.

A hc w him and another character

- he and madara are obnoxious and touchy best friends, it is disgusting and very cute.

- hashirama is more strict w tobirama than madara was with izuna, and madara watches the way hashirama and tobirama interact like. U guys are aliens.

- Hashirama and mito had SUCH a cute courtship. They exchanged letters, went on supervised dates... Oh what's this, they spent the whole time talking abt politics? Yeah. They bonded over their ambitions and fell in love from there, many months or years after they married.

- Really well liked as a clan head, despite his naive ideas abt peace.

[beneathashadytree]

MAYA’S 2K+ FOLLOWERS EVENT!

Just a month or so ago, this blog hit 2K followers! It feels so surreal; to have so many people reading (and actually enjoying! Like, can you imagine?) my fics is a dream come true. To celebrate this incredible milestone, I’ve decided to hold an event! I will be opening my requests for the upcoming weeks—from today, 26/1/2023, till 9/2/2023. I’ll be outlining my requesting rules here💗

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR:

One Piece

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Moriarty the Patriot

Attack on Titan

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Juiutsu Kaisen

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Check my regular rules for requesting to find out where I’m at in each series/game! And here is my full masterlist, if you’d like to check out my works!

GENRES I’LL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (as long as I’m comfortable with it)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst to fluff

Platonic or romantic

PS: I generally write for gender-neutral readers! I try to be as inclusive as possible 🫶🏽

You can, of course, request more than one dialogue prompt. Any additional details you'd like, just let me know.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS:

Hi, I would like to request an angst piece for Jotaro Kujo in JJBA, prompt "Would you stop that?"

I want to request a smut piece for Vinsmoke Sanji, prompt number 64, reader is a switch and is the one saying it to him!

EVENT PROMPTS:

“No one's ever done that to me before.”

“Could you play with my hair?”

“I can't remember the last time I did this with someone.”

“That feels nice.”

“I haven't been hugged in years.”

“I never want to let go.”

“Let’s just cuddle forever.”

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I just want to be held for a little while.”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

"I think I forgot what human contact felt like.”

“I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do the whole…..kissing thing.”

“You were my first kiss.”

“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Can this stay between us?”

"I don't want you to go."

“Would you stop that?"

"Can we talk?”

"I have to tell you something."

"Take my hand."

"Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"This is my fault.”

"Talk to me. I'm here for you."

“Please, just come home."

"I didn't want to go to bed without you."

“You're doing it wrong."

"Go ahead, hit me."

“You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Why do you hate me?"

“Tell me something I don't know."

"Please don't make me go home."

"I've never seen you like this."

“You’re up early.”

"Let's just have sex instead."

"This part of you…seems to be very sensitive."

"Prove to me that you deserve this."

"If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

"Ah, I see you have a little problem. I can help."

"I've never been into this stuff…until I met you."

"I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

"Be quiet. We're not alone."

"And what if I want you to do that?"

"It's okay, you're doing great. Keep going."

"Come back to bed."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

"Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

"I'll go gentle. Though, we can always change that."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I can't resist you."

"I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!"

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working."

"It's time for payback. Turn around."

"So you do like getting spoiled after all."

"Don't stop looking at me while you do it."

"You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more'"

"I want to love every inch of you tonight."

"Hey, hey, two on one is not fair!"

"Enough of that, let me fuck you."

"You can still keep going?! What in the world are you?"

"Take your time. The whole night is ahead of us."

"You like the way this fabric feels, don't you?"

"Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess."

[Prompts by @bewitchingmemes, @violettduchess]

EVENT MASTERLIST:

Spellbound (Giorno Giovanna, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Desperate (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Silk (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Inside (Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Call on Me (Chifuyu Matsuno, Tokyo Revengers)

Seduced (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Tender Love (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All Sensitive (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Obedient (Sir Crocodile, One Piece)

20 Years (Jotaro Kujo, Jojo’s Bozarre Adventure)

Hide Away (Sebastian Moran, Moriarty the Patriot)

Let Him Watch (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Show Me (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

All Marked-Up (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

After the Fall (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Firsts (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Perfect (Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Shameless (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Messy (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Nights with You (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Earnest & True (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All your positive feedback throughout this entire time—even when I was on hiatus—has uplifted me during the toughest times. I am eternally grateful for every single one of you wonderful people, and I want to give all that love back to you!💗

[laurarolla]

Tomb Raider playlist is ready! Well, I still have to upload a few videos for the last stage and one of the Atlantis videos is saying that it's still processing. I'll upload a replacement if I need to.

So my overall experience with Tomb Raider is that it is a frustrating game that mostly satisfies when you succeed at solving a puzzle or completing a jumping gauntlet that was giving you trouble. Playing through the game while limiting my saves for the achievement, however, really puts how demanding some parts of this game can be. Combat, for instance, was never really a fun experience, largely due to my more methodical way of moving and jumping in most situations. More than a few deaths were caused by hopping the wrong direction during combat, taking extreme amounts of damage very quickly with little chance to recover, and ending up out of rhythm with the enemy movement or attacks when I did try to dodge and roll like I'm clearly supposed to. Thankfully there are a LOT of healing items, and tanking damage while unloading everything into an enemy was completely viable for many of the harder fights in the game. Didn't feel good to win so many fights like that, though.

The jumping puzzles were largely satisfying, pushing you to get a feel for how the grid based level design and tank movement work, then asking you to color a bit outside the lines with your platforming skills to skip sections of a stage or find secret stashes of ammo and health. I tried to play the game as unspoiled as possible (it's been out for over 25 years so I did know a few of the more notable moments), and I had to look up where to go maybe a half dozen times, which isn't bad at all. Heck, if I were more thorough in my movement and searching around, I might have avoided at least a few of those situations. The remaster graphics created some problems and helped solve others, but overall the game looks quite nice.

My last point of frustration that I have to comment on has to do with controls. Now, either control style is fine to play with, as there are work arounds for issues players sometimes have with the modern controls, and indeed the instant directional changes of modern controls actually made it possible for me to solve a couple of the game's puzzles that were giving me a lot of trouble. My bigger issue is more personal, namely that I own an Xbox 360 controller for my computer and that thing has a garbage D-pad. I fell to my death multiple times because I would push the direction to turn and Lara would instead dash straight forward off a cliff. My advice is get a better PC controller than an Xbox 360 one, or at least something with a good D-pad, because tank controls with an analog stick are just too touchy IMO.

As an aside, this playthrough was done with 85 saves, getting the achievement for finishing with 86 saves or less. If you aren't interested in that achievement, I highly recommend you save as often as you like, even if you save after nearly every big jumping puzzle or fight. It will save you so much time and energy.

[starkid999]

oh you should've come over

tonight i grieve.

I miss her so much tonight. I want to call her. See her. Hear her little laugh. Hear clear her throat before she speaks. A breath. Anything.

I still text her, but it's like everything I say and everything she says just alludes to a love that was once there. I sometimes really wish i just had kept my mouth shut. Never said anything in the car. Sat in the awkward silence; let the thought of me not being there continue to linger until it was fixed.

I know that from the start nothing was right. Her falling for my best friend. I mean who wouldn't he was a dude and I was just me. I was just some dumb girl who fell for her best friend. I knew it was her a year prior when I started to realize that the way I acted around her were far different from my platonic friendships. I took her longer to realize, and that was fine but she did lead me on a bit.

October: We would hold hands, and make silly jokes, our whole thing was that we were married, I asked her out to homecoming, and she did too, we danced (awkwardly), but for once I felt my crush on someone was at least a bit reciprocated. Until my best friend (him) sent her a text asking if she liked me she said no but then she said maybe she did somewhat have a crush on me. I remember my emotions being everywhere. On one hand, I felt like I could die of happiness but on the other hand, I felt somewhat led on. In retrospect maybe it wasn't even that deep.

December: This was the messiest month ever. So as it turns out your best friend and the girl he knows damn well you like hanging out making bracelets is totally okay. By this point is was knee-deep into having a crush and apparently so was she except she wasn't into me but my best friend. I hated and I loved this man. At times it felt like he liked me as more than a friend, but I'm not gonna get into that right now. He would be flirty with her and always be extremely touchy right in front of me. The thing that hurt the most is that he was one of the people I confided in the most and I was trying to help him get with my best friend. I thought it was mutual but apparently not. Anyways. December fourteen: my birthday. It was a horrible day, I cried to my psychology teacher because I had no idea what was going on, i couldn't stop listening to how to disappear by Lana del Rey, and the cherry on top the party the theatre was throwing. I try to block this day from my memory as much as possible. He kept being extra touchy with her, and so was she. I kept holding back tears. She broke down. I broke down later at home. I don't really want to talk about these next few days though. They were filled with lies and tears.

January: She told me she liked me. I had tried to move one from her after my birthday party as it was clear she didn't like me. As it turns out I was wrong. I really don't know how to feel about this whole month as I wish I had better self-esteem during this time and told her that although I did like her dating maybe wasn't the best idea, but what's done is done. She was in a horrible state of mind and so was I. Our first kiss though was very wholesome and something I will always smile back at. Not knowing what to do, the song See you again by tyler in the background since I have it on vinyl. We were each other first kiss. I always loved kissing her. Her lips were so soft and I would honestly do anything to have one last kiss, especially since we could only ever do so in bathrooms or secluded areas away from people out of fear.

It was mainly me. I would always pull my hand away from hers when i felt judgment, it was me who pulled back when we kissed, it was me who feared what others would say. Being raised in a house where love is strictly between man and woman I always felt like if I died in that moment I would go straight to hell. I still do, but I just can't get myself to go to confession and confess that I fell in love with a girl. Loving her was my Greatest Sin. But i can't erase her from my mind, I can't seem to let go of the way she made me feel, her hand in mine, every night instead of prayer I just hope and wish that I'll see her in my dreams. And sometimes I do, sometimes i dream that she's holding me like she doesn't want to let me go, she holds me tight.

I do pray and hope that the next person that gets to be with her shows her her worth, doesn't treat her like shit. Loves her unconditionally. And I just hope I manage to move on before then because the thought of her with anyone else kills me, it makes me feel like I'm being skinned alive. I just hope there's at least one good aspect of me that she won't be able to find in another so she'll always think of me. I want to always be on her mind. I sound disgustingly selfish and I'm so sorry to her but I just can't bear it. I know the whole saying of "If you love her, let her go" but I will stay holding on until my hands bleed out.

[dyrewrites]

OC vs Cockroach

Tagged by @alhyastarain!

Tagging: @sparrowcraft @tryingtimi @rmgrey-author and open

Sorry I didn't see this sooner. >.<

Rules: Rate your OCs on how well they’d fare against a cockroach

Okay, we're sticking to main cast and Pale Blood for these because I think I did this for Weald and Wen already. And I'm going to try to write it as a little scene again, so you'll get the rating at the end.

Halfnight had come and gone, and Odea--who had been stuck in the apartment overnight, unable to sleep through their antics in the only bedroom--was incredibly tired and finally falling asleep on the oversized couch when someone screamed.

It was nearby, in the kitchen--a short ten to fifteen feet away--but it had come so high and quiet she assumed it from outside. Or possibly from a small animal--a mouse perhaps.

Den met her at the kitchen's bar, confusion painting his own half-awake features, but nothing could prepare them for the sight waiting on the other side of that slender countertop.

Spread out along the cupboards and walls--like a spider waiting to jump--Delmas squeaked again, "Don't come in here!"

Odea's concern burst first and she hopped onto the counter, gaping toward the floor, "What, what is it?"

Watching them both for a moment--that seemed an eternity to the one on the wall--Den shook his head and entered the kitchen, ignoring Odea's squeaked fear. And he found what he expected to, it was considerably larger than the last one that sent his boyfriend up the wall, but still too small to be such a bother.

Fat, brown and glistening, the roach was roughly the size of the spatula that lay next to it on the laminate floor--blending shockingly well with the speckled design of it.

"You're adorable," he told Delmas as he knelt and scooped the insect up in his hand, smiling at the gasp from the oversized wall ornament. Turning to Odea, he asked, "You alright?"

She breathed easier and shifted to sit on the counter, "I thought there was something wrong with the floor. It was just a bug?"

Delmas remained on the wall, eyes wide and lips tight and Den smiled at him as he answered, "He's got a thing about roaches. Other bugs, no problem, but these things...well," nodding to the wall, Den chuckled and walked the cockroach outside before tossing it off the balcony--where he was pretty sure it would survive, he didn't really know, it just seemed better than stomping it.

When he returned, Delmas had crawled back to the floor but avoided the spatula as one might a grenade. But Odea's snort forced some sort of response, and so he tried, his voice quiet and steady as he stared at the spatula, "Bosch used to lock me in a bonewood box and then fill it with cockroaches when I didn't do my chores."

She had no response for that--who would--but she did make a note to spit on the gnome of a fang next she saw him.

"All gone," Den announced as he returned from the balcony and, after retrieving the spatula and setting it safely in the sink, he wrapped his arms tight around Delmas and added, "The beast is slain."

The kiss on the top of his head was the thank you he expected, but the whisper of, "I love you," was a nice addition.

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Ratings;

Delmas (0/10) terror incarnate, do not approach.

Den (10/10) wolf beats roach

Odea (7/10) it's fine but no touchy

[dravid-writes]

"Hey Snivy? Um, has something been bothering you lately?"

Ah. Guess I wasn't hiding it very well. "Yeah. The road we've been on, it's... pretty close to my old hometown."

"Oh." We both go quiet for a while. Jamie's never been good with touchy topics, and I'm not eager to talk about it either. "Were you thinking of... visiting?"

"... I don't know. I could just... not. Heck, I've been doing doing that for a few years now. But I'm curious, you know? I've grown and changed so much... maybe they have too? Don't they deserve a second chance? Your parents were so worried about you when you suddenly disappeared, I kinda... have to let them know I'm okay, right?"

Jamie looks down, thinking it over. "... I don't think it matters what they deserve. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you don't want them to worry, you could talk to them, but... Do what's best for you. If you never want to see them again, that's your right, right?"

"... Right. Thanks. But, still, what if I'm missing out? What if we could try again, start fresh? What if it's better this time? It's possible, right?"

"Well... Yeah, it is. But it's also possible that they're the same as before."

"Yeah... I've made up my mind. I need to know for sure."

I stand at my old front door, terrified. I've been lifting my hand up and down, getting ready to knock and then chickening out, for a good five minutes now. What if they shout at me? What if they're even meaner because I ran away from home? What if it's all messy and emotional and complicated? What if... What if they actually ARE nice now? That'd be good, but...

The door is opening, THE DOOR IS OPENING!! Before I have time to panic and run away, I'm face to face with one of my serperior parents: Pen.

They look me up and down (hopefully appreciating the fancy shirt I put on just for them), eyes getting wider and wider until they finally whisper, "Snivy?"

I AM NOT READY! "Uh... H-hi, parent Pen..." I say with a nervous smile.

"Snivy! Oh, Snivy, where have you been? Quill! Quill, come here, Snivy is home!"

"WHAT?!" I flinch at the shout, for a sec I'm not sure if they're angry or just shocked. But when parent Quill rushes into view, the disbelief on their face turns into a teary smile. "Snivy! Oh thank Arceus, we were so worried!"

"What happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm okay," I assure them, "I'm fine. You're not... mad at me for disappearing for so long?"

Parent Pen looks at me with kind, caring eyes. "We're just happy you're safe."

"We missed you so much!" parent Quill says. "We were so terrified that something horrible had happened to you, we looked everywhere for you! And now you're finally home..." They're crying. Oh jeez they're CRYING!

"I'm sorry..." I had no idea they were so worried about me! That they cared about me. That they... missed me... right? "Do you... Do you love me?"

Parent Quill looks surprised, but it fades into a smile. "Snivy, of course we love you! We're your parents."

"Now come inside," parent Pen says, "I'll get you some food, and you should say hello to Red and Blue."

"O-okay, but, first..." Okay, here goes nothing, moment of truth! "... Can I have a hug?"

Parent Quill slithers forward, wrapping around me. "Oh of course you can, my darling Sni-"

PPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTT!!

Everything stops. All the tearful joy in my parents' faces freezes into shock. And despite how nervous and terrified I am, I can't stop myself from snickering. Then giggling, then laughing out loud! I throw off my shirt to reveal a whoopee cushion taped to my chest. "Oh my gosh," I say through my laughter, "it's been too long! I think the last time I pranked you was when I was like 10! You should see the looks on your faces!"

But the longer I laugh, the more their expressions turn to frowns. Parent Quill slithers away from me, turning with a glare. "Unbelievable! All this time, and you still haven't learned a drop of respect for your own parents!"

Parent Pen sighs, familiar disappointment spreading across their face. "And here I was hoping you might have grown up a bit. You haven't changed at all."

"I can't believe that my own child is still so hopelessly immature!"

Immature... The word harmlessly slides off me just like everything else they say. As my laughter dies down, I sigh with relief, and smile. "You haven't changed at all," I echo. Still getting so angry over a harmless joke. I was feeling so conflicted before, thinking I might want to try spending time with the people who used to make me feel so bad. Thinking it would be complicated. But the moment I start acting like ME... They didn't miss me. They missed the person they've always wanted me to be.

They look at me with confusion at my response. I can't blame them, I wasn't expecting to feel this way either. Pen says, "Why are you smiling? Are you proud of yourself, acting like you're five years old?"

Quill shouts, "Apologize right now, or you're in trouble!"

There's so much I could say. I could tell them how much their words used to hurt me. I could explain that maturity isn't about just following rules. I could bargain, tell them to treat me better. I could try to fix this. "Thanks for making this easy." I turn and walk away.

"What- Hey! Get back here this instant, young 'mon!... Stop right now, or else!... That's it!"

I'm already prepared as a vine wraps around my left arm. The moment I feel it, I bite down on it, and it recoils back with a yelp. I turn to meek Quill's familiar furious glare... but for the first time, I don't feel even a bit of fear staring into their eyes. I just smile, and watch Quill's authority and power over me crumble. "My sincerest apologies, it appears as though I wasn't entirely clear. I'm leaving. Forever."

Pen slithers forward. "Snivy... Why? Why are you leaving? Why did you run away?"

Options, options, so many things I could say! 'Are you stupid?' comes to mind. I could tell them that they treat the things that make me happy as shameful. That they don't show me any respect despite how much they demand from me. That I found people who love me for who I am, not despite it. But if they can't figure it out themselves, then I have better things to spend my time on, so I make it quick with one last chance. "There's one thing you can say that will make me reconsider. Do you know what that is?"

Pen and Quill look at each other, uncertain. It's nice to be the one with power for once. Finally, Pen says, "We... we love you? Please stay?"

I shake my head. "Wrong answer." I turn and walk away.

They come after me, pleading with me to stay, telling me all the reasons why running away from home is a terrible idea, but not once do they say the magic word. They chase me, and I run, I run away as fast as I can, and I leave them behind, laughing all the way! I'm free! I'm free and I never have to look back! I can finally leave it all behind for good...

Finally, I arrive at camp, panting for breath and grinning like an idiot. I collapse on the ground, staring at the sky.

Jamie sets down their lunch and stands over me. "Uh... How'd it go?"

"It went amazing..."

"Oh! So, you talked it out with them? They're gonna be better now?"

"Oh, no, they're just as bad as ever. I'm never coming back here again. I finally know for sure."

"... Huh. Well, I'm glad you're, uh, happy with the result. And okay. I was kinda worried they might hurt you or something."

"Psh, if they tried I could've beat them both with my tail tied behind my back. What does their formal combat training have against my raw skills?"

Jamie giggles. "Yeah, they've wouldn't have stood a chance against you!... Uh, hey, it looks like we might have to test that claim..."

"What?!" I sit up and spot- Oh thank Arceus it's just Blue, jogging into our camp. We can totally beat up Blue together... Wait a sec. "Wait, Blue, what are you doing here? What, did you and Red 'miss me' too?"

Blue pants for breath, having just run the whole way here after me. "Wait... I..." They stop and breathe for a second. "Chill, I'm not gonna try to drag you back. I just wanted to say two things. 1: I'm sorry for being such a dick to you, and 2: That was HILARIOUS!"

I freeze in shock. "Wait... Say that again?"

"Your prank! That was hilarious! Oh my gosh, you made them SO mad, and then you just- You just didn't even care! They were threatening you and everything and you just SMILED! And you just walked away, and then you BIT parent Quill, that was so-"

"No, no I mean... What was that first thing?"

"Oh. Yeah, I'm really sorry. I was a total jerk to you, and you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry I stopped playing with you, and said all those awful things. I totally get why you left..."

"... GAAAAH, why'd you have to go and make things difficult!?"

"W-what?"

"You said the magic word, and now I'm reconsidering!" I sigh. "It was so much easier to deal with my ex-parents since they're just dumb jerks who don't know the word 'sorry'. Now I don't know what to do..."

"... You want to get some fries at the Fat Emboar while you think? My treat."

"They're still in business?"

"Yup, much to our parents' dismay."

"... Yeah, that sounds nice. Oh, and this is Jamie!" I grab Jamie and pull them beside me. "They're my best friend! I met them after I ran away to become an explorer and now we're a team called Team Playmates!" Jamie just stands there and smiles awkwardly.

"... You are so much cooler than me."

[witheringvoice]

Sense - A Poem

TW: I guess just usually depression shit, kinda childhood trauma mentions? no specifics

It doesn't make any.

None of it does.

I don't.

The way I act doesn't.

The way I've programmed myself never has.

The world never has, and probably never will.

I guess I like that chaos of never truly knowing.

But it hurts so much.

When I think of the word childhood.

What comes to mind is fighting, yelling, and walking on eggshells.

I also think of video games, junk food, scene-it...

But immediately I'm thrown into a position where I'm trying to keep out of, but still, keep an eye on all the arguing.

I hated it so much, all of it, but I had to make sure it didn't get physical.

Even if I couldn't stop it when it did, nor did I try.

I was a little girl, never have I been strong.

Because of constant arguing, and getting both parties against me if I cried or butted in, I became a crybaby.

At school.

I got bullied, in their eyes, I could see them calling me spoiled.

But I was a teacher's pet, smart, kind, so I was used too, fake friends.

In elementary school, I was forced to confess that I had crushes when I didn't.

I didn't even know what that would feel like or who I liked.

I just picked a random popular boy every time, so they'd not be weirded out.

I knew nothing of being on the asexual spectrum, I just thought I had to pretend to get crushes.

It backfired, I was forced to confess once, it was a hellish year.

I taught myself to keep quiet, not to confess any inner feelings, not to open up, not to express what I like.

That last one was from my brother.

He has, strong opinions.

He means well, he's become a better brother.

Less, angry.

Since my way of coping was always, hyperfixate to find comfort, escapism, and joy in that.

...Getting what I clung onto as my saving grace, my life line, hurt.

I grew trust issues, attachment issues, and abandonment issues, from all of my mom's relationships.

Boyfriend after boyfriend, even if they were kinda shitty.

I was a fatherless little girl desperate for that figure.

Now men make me uncomfortable because my mom also had some distasteful friends that are no longer around for our safety.

Now I trust them less, and I just trust less in general.

I don't befriend, because I assume they'll leave anyway.

If not for because I'm annoying and mentally unstable, just because they always leave.

But I also get attached way too easily, I crave friendship.

I'm desperate for someone to talk to, for validation.

But it takes so long for me to get comfortable, there's not even a point to it.

I've taught myself so much.

Because of, maybe extremes, I overexaggerated my means of "protection."

I have strong anxiety, I am silent unless necessary, I get what I need done and then I move on to the next thing.

I don't have time for breaks, I don't have enough trust to make friends.

I'm never safe.

If I'm not this quiet, shy, untalkative person I'll piss everyone off.

If I'm loud and talkative, I'll get annoying.

Being unfiltered, rambling on and on, and being someone with just a casual physical contact desire, I'll get annoying quick.

So I'm the complete opposite.

I'm really awkward about everything, I need to be told what to do and where to sit to not make someone uncomfortable.

I don't talk unless given a reason to, I speak as briefly as possible with as much thought and filtration possible.

Why?

Why do I do that?

It's not me...

But will people only like me for that me they see?

I'm sarcastic and blunt...

Chaotic, dark-humored, depressed, touchy, loud.

But they know me as sweet, quiet, anxious, smart...

Would they still like me?

When I get too comfortable and slip up they seem fine.

But if I let it all out, let the walls crumble.

Would that truly be fine?

No.

That would be impossible.

Who would not find me annoying?

I will share everything, the most useless things, the important things.

I'll blabber on and on, I'll ramble, share so many thoughts, trauma dump, word vomit.

I don't mean to!

It just happens, casually.

I do it sometimes to figure out my thoughts too, because if I say it out loud I have to reprocess it, and if I talk through it, it makes it understandable or less so.

I just like the feeling of talking, and being listened to.

But, I'm used to listening, the only person I did open up to the most got annoyed of my word vomits.

Who wouldn't?

Of course, my sister got sick of me going on and on about everything I thought, of course, she couldn't even process it all, of course, it hurt me not to be fully heard, of course, I brushed it off.

And that's where my fear, my anxieties, of letting myself get too comfortable come from.

I am a menace, I will sling an arm around your shoulder, hug you from behind, rest my head on your shoulder, or on your back, ask for a handshake and then hold your hand...

I am physical contact-oriented, I am word-oriented, I am annoying.

I can't let the people I'm closest to, most comfortable with, care about most, see that side and get tired of me.

...If that happens my heart might finally shatter.

I might finally give up.

I try so hard, and I'm trying to open up.

Because I know, that all of this may be too extreme.

I could have just, become a jokester to keep the peace, but I became silent.

So silent I lost my voice for almost a week once, fully could not speak.

I was terrified.

I am trying, but it's hard.

And my excuses just aren't cutting it for me.

But I can't get out of this loop.

It just doesn't make fucking sense.

[sunshine-scented]

Hello, I wanted to ask you: How would they react and what would they do to a reader suffering from menstrual cramps?. - Sun Wukong, Macaque, Red Son, Nezha x Female Reader. - Comfort

Huhuhu~ anything you want

❀ Lean on me if you want to ❀

: How would they react when their s/o is suffering from menstrual cramps

: Sun wukong, Macaque, Red son, Nezha x fem!reader

: Fluff, Comfort

Sun Wukong

Since he's lived for a long time, it's surprising on how much he knows of this stuff

Despite his,, unique characteristics. He's still a very responsible person if it's really needed

When he sees you clench your stomach and complain on how much life sucks, he already knows its that time of the month again

He's got everything and I mean everything prepared, you need anything? He has it packed on your corner shelf <3

If you're dating, he's much more physical

Will never leave your side once the cramps start to kick in, holds you in his arms and runs his fingers through your hair to soothe you

Is very soft cause he really doesn't like to see you in pain :(

Really really hates the state that you're in cause he doesn't like to see you suffer, so he takes it as his responsibility to help you feel better

Forehead kisses and words of affirmation, just loves to praise you on how you're doing

"that's right, hang onto me whenever you feel like it okay?"

"shh you're doing so well ♡"

"everything will be fine, I'm here, I'm staying"

And when you finally feel better, he's now ten times happy cause you're smiling again :)

If he's just crushing on you, once again he will never leave your side

Acts like a panicked mother who's constantly asking questions

"Do you need anything? How are you feeling? When does this last cause I wanna be with you :(("

Nothing different happens with him since he's just a naturally touchy person

But since it's you then he'll give you privacy and space if needed, although he really just wants to be with you, he doesn't wanna invade your space for his selfishness

Also, your mood swings are scary haha,,,don't hurt him please

Six eared Macaque

Doesn't really have the much experience, so he kind of googles about it

Once he understood what you're going through he immediately was shocked, panicked,,,maybe even intrigued

You have to go through this much bs? Every month?? And you're still standing?????

His respect for you just rose up tremendously

Very awkward since he only has limited knowledge of what's going on, but wants to help you as soon as possible

Rubs and massages your stomach while he kisses your face

Since he doesn't know that much of this he leans onto the one thing he's best at, telling stories

He likes to distract you from your pain to this voice, telling tales of old and new

Maybe would even hum melodies just to keep you calm, his chest reverberating everytime he speaks

Overall, he's more vocal than usual

When you finally get better, he scoffs and teases you to pay him back for the effort he's done for you with a smirk

But the slight brush from his tail on your arm when he turns his back towards you indicates on how much he's grateful you're better ♡

Red son

He's got plenty of experience from his mother so this will be easy for him

Sike, he's the most panicked among all of them

Constantly asks you questions on how you're feeling or what you want him to get for you so much to the point it just amps up your suffering

But he genuinely has good intentions so go easy on the poor guy

Is now your personal servant, trademark

"Do you want water? Or maybe some food? Do you want anything sweet?"

"I want you to shut up"

Will tone it down for you, also cause your mood swings are scary

Shouts way less when you're there, feels like you could break any second because of said pain

Impossible really since you're such a "material girl" as Mei loves to call you

But he loves you so much so that's your problem

Once you feel better he starts to chill as well, but pretends that none of the stuff that happened even existed

Look a little closer, and you could see a pink tint on his ears

Widdle babey :((

Nezha

Pretty sure this man also has no experience in this what so ever, so when you were in pain he literally thought you were cursed by a low life demon and immediately went feral

"Who dares to confront my beloved and chain them into a curse of such agony, I'll tear through their teeth and rip them to shreds."

"Nezha, baby it's okay, it's just my period where blood comes out and gives me massive pains, really normal actually"

"...A BLOOD CURSE?!"

"NO—"

After a bit of explaining and teaching, he kind of gets the jist of it

Thankfully no one died

Doesn't still knows how to help so he, begrudgingly, asked Wukong for advice

Monkey man was so smug and teasing "aww, widdle baby needs my hewlp for his bewoved🥺???" Nezha just exploded his mountain and left

So he kind of goes on instincts for this

Is much for physical for you, massages your shoulders and tells you to sit on his lap so he can properly massage your shoulders

Why didn't he just let you lay down? Baby just wants to be selfish and wants to feel you on his body is all ♡

Runs his fingers through your stomach as a way of hoping to soothe the pain in a way

Never leaves your side, ever

Is always at your back and call, you literally whispered his name once and the he came at the front of your door

Overall, very very physical towards you

Once you feel better, he can't help himself but to smile and give you a peck on the lips praising you on how well you did ♡

Nezhaa<33 I'm so happy someone requested for him

I apologize for my lack of updates, I'm not living the vida loca right now :(

[bemylord]

ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey, sex witch, I need some help: I am fairly new to the masturbation scene (I’m a neurodivergent cis lady who just never got around to figuring it out for YEARS beyond “wow, sometimes when I sit a certain way on the bus I feel absolutely BONKERS”) and I quite like it, but there’s something I need your advice on.

Let’s talk vibrators. To put it mildly - I have a tendency to eat vibrators for breakfast. Doesn’t matter if they’re ten bucks or one hundred bucks, that shit will not last me longer than a few months. I take good care of them and try not to use them on the highest setting if I don’t need to, but the heart (wink) wants what it wants and one way or another those little bitches die out on me. Obviously this is not great for my finances, but I’m also starting to pity the poor potential penis-haver who’s gonna have my high maintenance machine to deal with. How can I still have a good time without putting my toys through the wringer? And is there anything unusual about requiring so much power?

hi anon,

I'm gonna start with your last question, because it's the easiest to answer: is it unusual? yeah, dude. most people don't go through vibrators at anything close to this speed. you're residing firmly at the far end of the bell curve. and that's fine! being an outlier isn't inherently a problem.

however, based on what you're telling me, it sounds like you are encountering some problems - both financially and with concerns for future sexual partners. so let's talk about that!

while fears about extensive vibrator use "numbing" the clitoris are largely unfounded, it is extremely possible that heavy reliance on a vibrator can numb you in other ways by training your body into a very narrow pattern of sexual response, which definitely can impact how you experience partnered sex. essentially, you can accidentally train your body and mind to only associate very specific physical and mental stimuli with sexual pleasure and orgasm - in this case, the very particular feeling of a powerful vibrator and the routine of using one.

similar issues crop up with people who are only masturbating to porn or consistently masturbating in the same position, to the point that getting off without the thing they've conditioned themselves to associate with sexual release becomes borderline impossible.

tl;dr you are absolutely right to worry about how this will impact partnered sex.

please don't get me wrong - using vibrators and other sex toys with partners is great and awesome! very fun and cool! but not if you're so reliant on a vibrator that you can't enjoy time with another person. all things in moderation, etc.

it sounds like you went from 0 to 100 real quick in terms of masturbation, and while I normally admire going big or going home, I think we do indeed need to go home in this particular scenario. I'm going to recommend the same thing I recommend for people who have conditioned themselves too much into any particular masturbation habit: you need to take a tolerance break and rebuild your sensitivity, ideally building it back up with a much greater degree of variety.

as much as it might suck, I would advise going cold turkey on masturbation for a while. how long is "a while"? varies from person to person, but I would challenge you to hang in as long as you can. then, when you do return, take it SLOW. no toys, just your own hands. maybe even only over your clothes at first. tease yourself - when you do decide to masturbate, spend at least 10 minutes touching any other part of your body before your genitalia. teach yourself how to take it slow and really appreciate small sensations.

anon, I am inviting you to engage in a prolonged game of edging yourself.

gradually work your way back to incorporating other items, although not necessarily vibrators right away. hump a pillow, play with a detachable showerhead, read erotica. play with different textures and temperatures, try out different positions, explore the sensations that come with touching other parts of your body. throughout all of this, I cannot emphasize enough that orgasm doesn't need to be the goal, and frankly shouldn't be. this is about exploration and teaching your body about all the different ways to experience sexual excitement; the only goal is finding things that excite and delight you.

when you do reintroduce vibes, it's crucial not to let them immediately resume a place of primacy in your sex life. use them sparingly, and with spice - get yourself right to the edge of orgasm with a vibrator and then take it away, only to work back up with your hands. set a tight limit on how long you can use the vibe, letting the time crunch be part of the thrill. if you're a daily masturbator, set a specific day of the week you're allowed to have time with a vibe - we love a date night. and for the love of the sweet and tender baby jesus, set a strict vibrator budget and stick to it.

important to note: if you find yourself experiencing significant distress over trying to get through the day without a vibrator, it may behoove you to look into finding a therapist or sex therapist with whom to discuss the matter. compulsive sexual behavior is absolutely a thing, and you can form a dependence on masturbating the same way you can form a dependence on literally anything that makes your brain spit out happy chemicals. that's a serious and significant problem, despite the stigma it carries, and one that deserves outside help if you feel you need it.

you have a really great opportunity here to blank slate yourself and build back a much more varied sexual palette, and I hope you're able to have fun doing so!

(as a matter of professional curiosity - you wouldn't happen to have a list of the toys you've gone through up til this point, would you?)