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to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from anon: Hiiiiiiii first of all congratssss for you 2k. For the event, ive been thinking the same exact story with wonwoo and #6 from list 3 - #6: “You’re not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You just… Need to let me in, and let me show you you’re just as worthy of love as anyone else is.”

notes: i'd quite literally do anything to have these kinds of talks with wonwoo ☹️☹️. anyway i hope u all enjoy this <3 hits close to home >< tysm anon hehe <3

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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"

"Mhm?"

"...have you ever been in love?"

A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.

He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.

The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.

"I have."

You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"

The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.

"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.

You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.

"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them at a distance."

You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"

Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."

"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."

This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"

Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.

"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of something𑁋perhaps surprise, maybe even amusement𑁋dances on his features for a brief moment.

He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"

"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."

Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.

"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"

"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. It’s hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.”

A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about it𑁋the thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to you𑁋it seems to comfort you more than you notice.

There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.

"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "It’d be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."

A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.

"I'm proud of you."

You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"

"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."

You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smile𑁋a grateful one, nonetheless𑁋before it shifts into a frown.

And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"

Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.

"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."

Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."

"You are?"

"I never stopped."

You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."

Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

"I'm in love with you."

You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still there𑁋a certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embrace𑁋waiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.

"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."

You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not to𑁋you're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.

Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.

"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."

Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."

"And you never... you never told me?"

"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.

You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.

"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"

Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.

The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.

"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."

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SERENE SHENANIGANS

❨ summary ❩ twst › waking them up to tell them stories that don’t make sense

tags ✧ fluff, crack, savanaclaw boys, defo not proofread its like 7 am, cursing but nothing out of the ordinary, ooc(?), ruggie calls you a little shit like once (affectionate), jack is whipped for you

amanuensis’ message ⊹ I LITERALLY LOVE DOING THIS??? my friends hate me for it. but anyways hiii im back after like my month hiatus, how are thy sleeplings?😋 mb guys writers block has been really kicking my ass, i was spitting blanks on paper… i’m gonna hopefully post another pastry emporium soon for scarabia so stay tuned for that‼️

⌜ 300+ e/chara ⌟

♫ sunset boulevard - hohyun

twst masterlist

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— “leona… pspsps….”

— he hums gruffly when his name was called the first time, only opening his eye thinking you called him a second time when it was really just noise that you would make to get the attention of a house cat. he instantly pins his ears back. how dare you. “hmm?”

— “so i took our snail for a walk and i had accidentally left my feet here to wash the dishes because the grass was blue.”

— huh? you could see him trying to process everything you just said as you explained, his lips parting and eyebrows furrowing. it took everything in you not to laugh. he does one of those blinks, the really delayed ones, one eye opens before the other…

— he’s half asleep too so the confusion is just adding up altogether. if chicken scratch wasn’t a writing term, this is literally it in words. its like the books back at home he picks up to read (derogatory) its, what, 4 am? dont do this to him😭

— you’ve never seen him so expressive💀 this definitely makes his eye and ear twitch at the same time. what type of fucked up fever dream is this?? its usually a blessing seeing you as the first thing he wakes up to, not when you wake him up with some bull strung up in a sentence with your beady eyes staring at him while he sleeps. he loves you, yes, but what does he even say to this…

— “what…”

— your forehead met with his chest as you struggled not to laugh at the uncharacteristic break in leona’s voice. how many cups of coffee did you drink? he asks you to repeat yourself even though it kinda a mind mush decision so you did and by the end of it, he looks absolutely restless.

— “that’s… yes. that’s great, herbivore. can we go to bed now?”

— you note that leona is surprisingly patient when half asleep

┏━━━━━━ ━ ─ ╴⋯ ⟢

JACK HOWL

— deep sleeper. tug his ear. though he practically springs up before your hand makes contact, giving himself whiplash.

— “jack?”

— almost instantly relaxes when he realizes its you, tail wagging subtly☹️ “hi, baby. s’something wrong?”

— “hiii, do you remember a year ahead ago when i had to go to the dentist to get my spine fixed and the cats were barking at the flying dogs because the sky was in the water?”

— bro feels like he just had a stroke💀 he’s blinking rapidly, rubbing nose bridge as you explain. he really wants to understand, he does, but wtf did you just say??? it was the innocent “hi” before you unapologetically bashed his head in with the entire dictionary. its so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh.

— “jack, this is serious.” even as you told him that, your voice was not steady at all which made his shoulders shake violently in silent laughter.

— “im listening, i swear. tell me one more time?” yk his ass is not listening. he pulls you into his lap while his thumbs idly rubbed your sides, responding to your stories with “uh-huh” and “yeah?” with a lovesick smile on his face.

— eventually holds your face and starts pressing heart squeezing, fluffy kisses all over your face which truly made you more tired then you were. you honestly start forgetting what and where the story was going.

— jack only pauses his kissing attack to respond when you take a small break but even then he doesn’t pull away fully, he’s just speaking against your skin

— “—and the duck had my arm while i was taking it on a walk because gran tammy was in a flying shopping cart.”

— “oh wow. and then?”

— he’s listening but he’s not, mostly because he’s like two seconds away from dreamland and his brain isn’t registering half the shit you’re saying. he wants to see how many stories you can jumble up.

— “yeah, i think it’s bedtime for us…”

┏━━━━━━ ━ ─ ╴⋯ ⟢

RUGGIE BUCCHI

— omfg he wakes up like a mom. like yk how you would barely touch them and they would gasp like they were just given cpr?? he wakes up like that.

— and you’re just standing there awkwardly 👁️👁️

— takes a quick look around before looking at you. “what happened? is it time to wake up leona already?” you shake your head and ruggie flops back, an arm draped over his eyes. “you scared me… come, lay down with me?” he held his free arm out for you and you did take your place cozied up against his side. to your surprise, you did actually scare the living shit out of him from how fast his heart was racing.

— “ruggie, yk i just found out you’re related to turtles, right? and i had to take uncle bobby to the vet to get a dna test because the fish drowned in air.”

— slow roblox turn towards you but instead its his head as he cranes it down to stare at you. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning and you literally could not look at him or you’d blow your cover.🧍🏾

— “i’m sorry,, what the fuck??”

— he’s genuinely confused, asking you questions about your story while his brain tries to put together the pieces. each question he asks, the more its harder to speak in full sentences other than wheezes

— “what are you laughing at, ya little shit? explain this to me!”

— “i’m trying!”

— and you are😭 its like when you have to explain the family tree really slow bc you cant say, “my father’s girlfriend’s son” without him like ???? and you’re trying to explain it to him slowly, eventually forgetting what you said in the first place…

— “…and the fish drowned in air.”

— “yes.”

— “sweetheart, you still haven’t explained how i’m related to turtles—”

[the-kr8tor]

can I make a request about prowler hobie and reader is treating his wounds?? Prowler hobie is so slept on ☹️ give my boy some attention too!

you don’t have to though 🫶🏾

Yippeee! Prowler! Hobie ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Prowler! Hobie, TW blood, CW injury, CW violence, Hurt/comfort

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Your trainers squeak against the moist pavement. The harsh rain is battering against your coat as you try to desperately shield yourself. You hug your bag tighter as a speeding car passes next to you, the sound of hurried sirens follow right after it. The smell of burnt rubber and exhaust smoke enters your nostrils, you cough loudly from the intrusion.

One word settles in your tired mind: Home, and perhaps him too if he ever decides to come home to you tonight.

You don't blame Hobie, he's had it rough and so does the city. With the death of spiderman, anyone who has a need for quick cash or a bone to pick with the city are now roaming the streets freely. No one can stop them, the city's finest or what's left of them are either desperately trying to do their best or joining the worst. Hobie is doing neither. He has his own goals, you just wish you were a part of it too.

You miss Hobie, truly. You miss the days where your only problem was what to eat for dinner, you miss the days where you and Hobie would go out the entire night and only come home when the sun has risen with grins on your faces and laughter stuck in your throat as he kisses you silly. You miss your Hobie, but you have to embrace the prowler too, for they are one and the same.

Sniffing from the cold, fog settles near your feet. Someone whistles down the street so you turn the other corner quickly and away from them. Fear has settled in your stomach and made it into its home. As you walk faster, heavy footsteps behind you get closer and closer. They whistle out, sneering and jeering as they follow you.

With your back turned away from them, you run.

Sprinting off, you hear hurried yells after you, then gasps, and suddenly you hear fists hitting skin. Boots crunching bones underneath it, loud thumps of bodies hitting the ground. Then, silence. The quiet makes you slowly turn around.

Heart in your stomach, you see him standing over seven unconscious bloodied men. His suit whirrs, sparks fly off from the purple lights that snake along his arms. He stomps at someone's arm, bones smashed under his foot, and you notice the blood leaking off his side.

“You're bleeding.” You breathlessly say, taking a step forward towards Hobie, he turns around to face you.

The streetlight above him serves as his spotlight, and the pavement below him is his stage. His mask shines in the yellow light, the faint purple lines in place of his eyes stare at you emotionlessly. He flexes his fists, steam rises off the gauntlets like an engine.

“Are you hurt?” He asks in a mechanical voice, none of the softness you were used to, none of the teasing tone you love dearly. It's him though, under all the steel covering his body, it's him, you're sure of it.

“You're the one who's bleeding.” You finally find the courage to stand side by side with him. Placing your cold hand against the colder metal where his warm ichor seeps through, you try your best to stop the flow. “Let me take you home, please.”

“I can’t—”

“Please,” you whisper softly, that's only for his ears to hear. “Hobie, let me fix this. Come home.”

After a beat, the rain drenches you both, and he nods. “... I'll come home, just for tonight.” And it's the best thing you've heard since everything fell.

—

You thank your past self for ‘forgetting’ to unlock your fire escape. He doesn't comment on it, knowing the real reason behind the lack of lock.

Hobie lets you enter first through the window while you take off your wet coat. He roams his eyes at the flat that hasn't changed much since he last saw it. The leather jacket he unceremoniously left on the back of the settee still hangs there, his trainers are still in the shoe rack by the door. His favourite mug still sits next to yours. The walls are still the same green you two once painted together. It still smells like home, it's still his home.

“Hobie?” You call softly on the couch. Patting the space beside you, you smile hopefully at him.

Wordlessly, he unclaces his boots near the windowsill, remembering how much you hated outdoor shoes inside the flat. Your heart reaches out to him at the small movement, you miss him, and now that he's standing in front of you, it's harder to not run up to him and whisper how much you missed him.

The metal of his suit creaks as he sits down. His blood stains the steel, the purple lights slightly blind you. Noticing your narrowed eyes, he shuts off the light, you smile in thanks.

“I can't treat you with the suit still on you.” You quietly say as you splash your hands with alcohol, you put on gloves and the smell of antiseptic makes you wish the circumstances were different.

“If you wanted to get me naked you could've just asked.” He teases, mask still on, voice still unrecognizable.

Instead of a giggle that he's used to hearing, you choke back a sob that you quickly hide with a calculated sniff. You give him a tight-lipped smile, hands suddenly shaking while holding on to the bandages.

Hobie takes your hands, calming you with his gloveless hands. He guides your hands to the clamps that hold his suit to his body. Silently and comfortably, he lets you take off the top part of his suit. It clunks loudly as it falls on the wooden floors, and he now realizes the lack of carpet.

“What happened to the old carpet?” He asks while you press on the gash near his hip.

“I dropped a bowl of soup, I couldn't get rid of the smell so I just threw it away.”

“You could've gotten it cleaned, you liked that carpet.”

“It's just a carpet, Hobie.” You look up at him through your lashes. “Besides, I don't have money to get it professionally cleaned.”

He knits his brows underneath his mask, “what happened to the money I sent you?”

“‘Sent’ isn't a word that I would use, more like ‘dropped off in front of my door like a stray kitten’” You sigh, blinking, “I used it don't worry, I've put it to good use.” You stop him before he could reply. “And I'm not starving, or behind on rent. Just— some people need it more than me.” The bleeding has finally stopped so you inspect the wound if it needs stitching. “I'm doing fine, don't worry about me.”

“It needs stitching, here let me—”

“Let me do this one thing for you, please.” You almost break in front of him. You want to savour the short moment with him, because if he was the one to suture it, he'll be out of the flat before you could even say goodbye. Just like last time. “Just…” you wipe a tear off your cheek, “I missed you, a lot. And I want you to just stay a few minutes longer.” You honestly tell him.

Hobie holds your face tenderly, thumb rubbing along your tear stained cheeks, the same softness that he doesn't show the people he fights night after night. They see it as weakness, he doesn't, he sees you as his reprieve from the world that wants to crush him in between its gnarled teeth.

He wishes everything was different, that everything would go back to normal where the seven don't rule the entire city, where they didn't plunge the whole city into darkness. Where he would hug you from behind as you two make dinner, where it's just you and him on the couch watching a film that makes you scrunch your face into annoyance.

He misses you too.

“Can I see you?” You ask gently as you hold his hands that's on your cheeks.

Hobie takes his hands away from your face, and for a second you think that he'll leave you right where you sat. But he brings his hands near his temples, with a whirr and a mechanical hiss, he takes off his mask, revealing the face you love so much.

There's new scars on his face, One underneath his left eye that makes your heart almost stop at how it must've felt when it was still fresh. An unrecognizable newer cut on his nose has you weeping.

“‘m doin' fine, don't worry about me, love.” Hobie holds you close, he doesn't mind the ache on his side anymore, arms around your torso, he presses you close to his heart.

“Don't use my own words against me, Hobart.” You mumble against his skin, the same word crosses your mind again, home.

“There’s the spark I miss so much,” he lays his forehead on top of yours, letting his warmth spread over to you. Home, this is his home.

“I missed you too.” You could only hope that the reunion isn't brief as you stitch him back together again.

[zaiisaii]

James Lee ✋☹️ Him in his stupidly cute pink hair acting unfazed to anything and everything as if he already see things coming long ago. The THINGSSSS I will sacrifice just to make him lose his cool and become a complete total mess 🗣🗣🗣

LOOKISM

⋆ — risks w/ .ᐟ ﹙james lee﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

the best way to break him is to take risks.

he’s a famous idol. his pink hair catches lots of attention. who wouldn't be able to tell it was him by the way he sounds? his voice is magnificent and distinguishable and he is aware of it, so he has to hold it in.

“s...stop, not here...” james, or dg as he was famously known, whispers to you. you chuckle and shake your head. your hand slipping into your pocket to turn the vibrator on. his breath hitches, electricity shooting up his spine. he straightens up immediately.

a couple of heads turn to the masked man's tense body only to quickly turn away when he glares at them. james fixes his posture quickly, the usual calm and collected male always loses himself when taking risks.

he glances down to the tent in his pants. there's a patch of wetness leaking through. your eyes watch his expression.

not a single thought ran through his head.

you clicked your tongue and pushed him even further. he grits his teeth when he feels the vibrations heighten.

his eyebrows knit together in worry. his breathing is chopped yet quiet. he brings a hand up to fix his cap, pushing further down to hide his glossy eyes.

james is a hard one to break.

but little by little you can do it.

that being said now that you turned the volume up to the highest settings.

there's a soft vrrr emitting from inside his pants. over the loud crowd, no one but maybe you and him could hear. still, he was failing to keep his composure.

he almost curls into himself if you hadn't fixed his posture. this action only caused the toy inside him to directly kiss his prostate.

he jolts.

"get up," you say, a sly smile playing on your lips. james pulls at his pants subtly, they felt too tight... "if you collapse now, everyone will know."

his knees buckle, gaze flicking to the people around him. they sang along to a girl group's performance. james breath faltered when his eyes met yours, his ears were burning red and he looked so, so pathetic.

it was the most desperate you have ever seen him.

"please..." he begs. so quiet, the wind almost takes it. you tilt your head slightly. he whimpers, even louder this time. "p-please, please."

"what is it?"

he shivers, wiping his sweaty palms on his coat. he swallows the lump in his throat. "i don't want to finish here..."

"come on," you dragged out, your nimble fingers reaching for the hem of his coat. you pulled it down to hide the huge bulge in his pants. he's lucky his pants are dark.

"if you leave now, surely someone will be suspicious." you wave at his fans from afar, and it catches his attention. they cheer his name causing him to turn a darker shade of red. "hurry up."

james shakes his head, gasping through his mask. "n-not here, please. please (name)."

you don't pay any attention to it. he quickly grasps your hand, panting even louder for you to at least show him some mercy.

boom!

some stage props shoot out confetti concealing his every noise from everyone around the two of you.

a mewl escapes him as he shut his eyes tightly, a few tears slipping down his face. he spurts everything out, the patch of cum growing even more in his pants.

your smile widens, and you turn the vibrator off. he clenches around it with every inhale of breath, whimpering as quietly as he could.

he glares at you through his wet lashes.

"wasn't that hard, was it?"

[tomuraeater]

You should totally do Shigaraki getting flustered over seeing ur new villain costume, to the point where he can’t control himself. :3

omg thank u for the request ^^ this is such a cute ideaaa ugh poor tomu you just keep making him go insane ☹️

— unmasked desires

shigaraki x fem reader!

cw: 18+ mdni, sub shigaraki slightly perv lol, light smut

reblogs + comments always appreciated ( *｀ω´)

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Fixing the final piece of gear on your new costume, you gaze into the mirror, feeling a thrill of satisfaction with the results. The black slim-fit tank top clings perfectly, its leather crisscross designs adding an edge, while the small slit at your chest reveals just a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Your pants, made from thick, leather-like fiber, are a work of art. Crisscrossed laces run from your thighs to your ankles, hugging your curves in a snug yet comfortable embrace.

Thick, leather fingerless gloves add a fierce touch, and the shoulder pads, along with multiple black chain belts, accentuate your form, giving you a powerful, intimidating look. Intricate metal designs adorn your waist and arms, blending aesthetics with functionality to provide solid defense.

You take a deep breath, savoring the transformation. The mirror reflects a new you. With a smile, you eagerly walk to shigaraki’s room to show off your new piece.

You walk in seeing him work intently. Quickly going up to him, you tap him on the shoulder. “Tomuraaa, look! It’s all finished!” Grinning from ear to ear, while giving him a 360 spin.

Tomura as usual puts up a facade, an unamused demeanor. He doesn’t look up and focuses his attention on the computer. He types away only responding with a, “hm?” Unamusingly. You cross your arms irritated, bending slightly forward facing him. “Uh hello? My new costume is finished, look tomu!!” With a soft huff, he turns around in his chair, his eyes slightly widening as he scans you up and down.

Your slight bent position provided a tantalizing sight of your cleavage. His vision directly lands there to your waist down. He presses his lips together at a loss for words, quickly scratching his neck. He darts his eyes around the room, avoiding contact with your presence. The intoxicating aroma of your fragrance flourished the air between you two. He sharply breathes as you break the closeness; moving slightly back putting your hands on your hips. “So, what do you think?” Raising an eyebrow in a slight annoyed tone.

Tomura remained silent, swallowing hard. He sat down, leaning back in his chair, a fixed gaze upon you, standing confidently before him. The top you wore perfectly outlined your breasts and waist, with a teasing hint of cleavage making Tomura’s lips quiver. Your pants hugged your curves and legs flawlessly, the crisscross lace revealing glimpses of your bare skin on the sides, causing his body to twitch at how incredibly sexy you looked.

Images of you fighting beside him in the outfit panned out through his mind, as well as other provocative visions played in his head. He can feel his heart increasing in rate, hands turning clammy, and a lump in his throat forming. With a distant look he stared, fixedly at your chest. How good it would feel to have his face buried in them, or even his cock.

You snap your fingers in his face, jolting him back to reality. “Tomura, hello?! My eyes are up here,” you say sternly, eyebrows knitted as you motion two fingers from his face to your eyes. “You’re not even listening to me!” you exclaim, pointing a finger at him in frustration. Tomura’s brain cells seem to be malfunctioning. The way you demanded attention and acted angry, especially in that costume, turned him on. He feels heat rushing to his face as he sheepishly looks at you through his disheveled hair. “Sorry, I’ve just been working for too long…” he mutters, nervously scratching his neck and feeling bullets of sweat drip down his forehead. Your dominant demeanor at this moment made his dick react in ways he couldn’t control. The ethereal aura you possessed made his temptations impossible to resist. He longed for you to take control, driving him to the brink of madness.

“Looks cool,” was all he could manage, though he wanted to shout out and praise you endlessly. Fantasizing about you touching him, taking control, and pressing your body against his in that outfit. The anticipation of grabbing you and kissing you was tormenting him. He longed to see how stunning you would look straddling his lap right now. Is that what an Angel looks like? He thought, ironically as he proceeded to drool over his lustful imaginations of you. Tomura, who is too afraid to admit he wants you to do things to him. Blood rushing to his dick, now tightly confined in his pants begging to be pampered by you.

You stand there with a disdain expression crossing your arms. “Really, that’s all?” You eye him up and down seeing his tense position. His face flushed red, and hands scratching his neck repeatedly. “What’s your problem Tomu? Cats got your tongue?“ clicking your tongue, whilst squinting your eyes, amusingly. Tomura, suddenly shifts up from his chair, shortening the distance from between you both, pulling you in for a tentative desperate kiss. He tried so hard to be patient and maintain his composure, but a driven force out of his control pushed him. His lips devoured yours, hungry, messy, and needy. Looping his fingers on your belts pulling you in even closer.

The intital shock wavers through your body but disappears as soon as his lips meet yours. The tension that surfaced between you two grew as he interlocked passionate kisses with you. This sudden surprised escalated thrill, your hands find themselves on his hair and neck. Feeling your soft plump lips, Tomura softly whines into your mouth. He practically melts under your touch as you kiss him back tenderly

The room fills with the sound of wet, sloppy kisses as you both end up on the couch with you straddling his lap. Parting your lips from his, you smile breathlessly and wrap your arms around his neck. “Tomu, what was all that about?” you giggle, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “You literally ignored me just seconds ago!” Slightly pouting as you scan him up and down. Tomura’s eyes are dark with desire as he gazes up at you, his hands gripping your waist. “I couldn’t help myself,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “The way you look, the way you move… it’s driving me crazy.” He leans in, brushing his lips against your neck. “please, more.” The fantasies of his became reality, god he was so whipped for you.

Your fingers play with his light blue hair at the nape of his neck, and you smirk, feeling a sense of power. The way his hands needily grabbed your curves, his flushed face, and puppy dog eyes pleading for your touch ignited a wave of arousal in you. “You’re so cute, Tomura. Could’ve just said so.” You purr cunningly in his ear, kissing him tenderly on the neck. He whines under your touch, his hard rock dick begging for attention. “Need you so bad,” he breathlessly whimpers. With a sly smile, playful activities came to mind as you pressed his chest against the couch. “You think you deserve this? Do you want this?” You smirk, lustfully looking at his eyes. Without a second, “yes yes yes, please I’ll be good please, want you ‘s bad!” Spills from his mouth, jerking his hips up. You softly laugh, tracing your fingers and hands on his chest. “Then show me, Tomura.” You flash a smile that carried a subtle hint of impish. He was completely at your mercy, and was enjoying every second of it.

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ahhh I hope this was alright i lowkey was stuck on how to put this together but here u go shigaraki thirsters heheh thank you for the attention on my recent tomura fic the other day as well appreciate it sm !! reblogs and comments are always welcome <33

[qqtxt]

can you write about reader helping shave beomgyu’s beard(?), something like morning fluff? beomgyu seems to have more facial hair than the others and seeing some moas make fun of him makes me so sad ☹️

augh, i didn't know about that! but nothing like a little fluff can't fix… (and that beoms is attractive no matter what he chooses to do >:))

[🐯] i got you

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / non.idol!au / fluff, silly, sexual innuendos but nothing explicit / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / word count: 410 words ✿ the best parts of beomgyu's morning always involve you [masterlist 🌸]

"c'mon, you're almost done. help me out here," beomgyu huffs into your ear, earning himself a muffled chuckle as your mouth is filled with foam from your toothpaste and toothbrush. the way he moulds himself against you is what makes it even funnier but you're holding it back and nudging him away so you can properly rinse your mouth.

his arms don't let up from around your waist, pressing his cheek to your shoulder just as you look into the mirror to meet with his pouty expression. with a sigh, you brush his hands off, put the toothbrush into the cup you've taken it from and turn around to–"gimme that,"

his pearly smile comes to view when you snatch his shaver. it's not like he doesn't know how to do it or if it was any difficult but it was just his excuse to have you up close with all your attention on him. it was the attentiveness in the way you carefully switch positions with him so that he's the one having his hip leaning against the sink. his hands settle on your waist, offering you stability as you lean in, one hand cupping the side of his face. the other gripping onto the shaver to begin smoothening the hairs lightly poking out of his chin, the space above his upper lip, anywhere you can reach as beomgyu rotates his head to give you access.

half the time, though, you're reminding him that excuse me, move your damned head, please because he's too busy smiling and staring at you. he only listens when you roll your eyes to glare at him that he complies with damn, okay. don't gotta turn me on with those eyes.

the playfulness is back in full swing when you switch off the shaver and beomgyu puckers his lips. with a snort, you smoothen your thumb over his chin to feel his skin and tug him lower so you can give him a kiss.

"that's all you're getting. brush your teeth first, then you'll get more." you're tapping his bum on the way out of the bathroom, after shoving the shaver back into his hands. he holds his toothbrush up, "wanna help me brush my teeth?"

even though you both know it's a joke, with the way you deadpan at him from the bed, hands on your hips and the tilt of your head, he quietly blows you a kiss and closes the bathroom door.

[neonovember]

I crave so deeply for Carmy to kiss and wipe away any tears I’d have anytime a bad mental health day just hits me. His arms look so safe and firm and soft, just getting a hug from him would fix all of my problems even for a few small minutes ;-;

yes 🥺 just being wrapped up around his arms on the sofa in that small living room of his, it’s all silent, the sound of Carmen’s soft mumbles in your ear and the sound of afternoon traffic. your legs would lay across his thighs, he might put on a vinyl you both really love, wrap you up in one of his shirts.

especially when the bear finally gets established and is up and running, where Carmen has more flexibility, you can give him one look and he’s calling syd and staying home with you the rest of the day before climbing into bed and wiping away the tears with his thumb ‘oh my sweet girl? what is it hm?’ ☹️

Carmen would just hold you against him for hoursss, even when he’s leg gets all numb and starts to ache, he doesn’t care. god I just know he’s the perfect listener too, like you could be able to pour your entire heart out and he’s like ‘keep going honey’

mental health is rough, I hope you’re doing okay anon, if not everyday at least some days yeah? it’s a struggle we know all to well but you do come out of it :) I hope my Carmen fics help you de-stress 🫶

[betasquadx]

hey bae listen i been trying to find niko’s angst fanfic anywhere but i cant find one so maybe if you could just write it for me… you know wut im sayin 🤭

I get you I get you.. Im so bad at writing angst because it hurts my heart and soul to write it sometimes but I tried my best with this so please give me tips guys😭

Tough - Niko Omilana

Summary : Niko gets jealous when a cashier ‘flirts’ with you, however giving you the cold shoulder doesn’t fix that, but after you confront him, something you never expected happens.

Warnings : Angst, insecure Niko☹️.

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You stood at Niko’s door. Banging on it repeatedly until he answered. Today hadn’t exactly gone as planned, and having heard no response, you pounded on the door even louder, forcing him to open it to avoid a potential noise complaint.

As he carelessly strolled away, flopping onto the bed while sighing, you swiftly followed him in, running your hands through your hair as you took deep breaths, trying to remain calm.

"Niko, please, just talk to me," you whispered, sitting beside him on the bed. "I know you know damn well that I have eyes for you and only you.’’

Avoiding your gaze, he rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah, sure, so you flirt with the cashier,' he claimed. Chuckling softly as you closed your eyes. 'Niko, he asked how my day was. I didn't want to be rude. It's called having manners,' you replied, frustration evident in your tone.

Niko, who had been deliberately ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder since the cashier incident, finally locked eyes with you.

He sucked in his cheeks, closing his eyes, and then, to your surprise, you witnessed something you never thought you’d see.. or even that it was possible Niko Omilana was..crying?

He pulled his legs in, lowering his head as he wrapped his arms around his knees. Without hesitation, you joined him, your arm around his shoulder, gently running your fingers through his hair. 'Baby, what's wrong?' you whispered softly.

Watching Niko cry was a hurtful sight to witness. He released silent sobs, his legs trembling beneath him. ''I'm sorry,' he whispered repeatedly, the words interspersed between his sobs.

Gently lifting his head, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek. ''Please don't apologise'', you said softly, witnessing tears streaming down his face as he squeezed your hand.

He rested his head on your chest while you held him close in a warm embrace. Amidst his sobbing, the only words you could make out were 'I'm sorry'' as you ran your fingers through his hair, placing gentle kisses on his cheek.

"It's okay baby, it's okay," you whispered into his ears, your voice gentle and reassuring. His sobs transforming into soft breaths as you quickly comforted him, tucking the blanket around him while embracing him in a hug.

He clung onto you tightly as you wiped his tears away. You had never seen this side of him before, sure, he had opened up to you, but witnessing Niko sobbing or even crying was far from ordinary.

You had a sense that he acted tough at times, deep down you also knew some of it was a facade, but you never expected that he was holding this much in. After somewhat calming down, he looked up at you, attempting to speak but struggling to find the right words.

You pressed a soft kiss on his lips, gazing into his eyes. "Take your time, baby," you said gently, your fingers tracing his cheek as he weakly smiled up at you. "'I love you.'" He whispered.

A smile graced your lips as you enveloped him in a warm embrace, tenderly running your fingers through his hair. Beneath the covers, his leg instinctively wrapped around yours as you held each other close.

"I..I'm not sure why I reacted like that earlier, baby," he said gently. "I had this thought that you might leave me for him," he admitted softly. You chuckled, kissing his cheek. "I would never, baby," you reassured him.

A smile appeared on his face. "I know you wouldn't..sometimes I overthink stuff like that," he admitted, stumbling over his words. ‘Well, you know you can always talk to me about those things," you offered. A smile appeared on his face. "I love you," he expressed, "So much..’’ he finished. "I love you too," you responded, both of you embracing each other tightly, not wanting to let go.

[emilsgrippers]

Does anyone else love Gwent still. Like maybe they broke up but..Gwent ☹️

Anyways here

Trent was sitting by the fire pit. He was tuning his guitar with shaky hands.

Despite the blazing fire infront of him, he was still cold. As his fingers lightly plucked at the strings on the guitar in hand, short melodies would be carried away with the flames of the fire.

When Trent finally managed to fix up his guitar, two of the last three campers—Bridgette and Geoff—turned to leave.

It wasn’t any secret Geoff had a crush on Bridgette. When she stood up to leave, Geoff followed. He fell into step with her and smiled as he did. Bridgette didn’t seem to mind, as she smiled, too.

“Goodnight you two,” she called quietly as she waved her hand and walked off alongside Geoff. Trent waved back, but then he paused. You two?

It was as though those words had opened his ears up to something new. What sounded like a pencil being scribbled roughly against a piece of paper suddenly rung out in his left ear. He turned his head, still holding the guitar cautiously in his hands.

Gwen was still there beside him. She was drawing something, not paying any mind to him. Or so he thought. After a few seconds, she looked up at him.

When Gwen saw Trent looking back at her, her own eyes widened and she tilted her notebook upwards so Trent couldn’t see what she was drawing.

Trent wasn’t stupid, he could put two and two together. “What’re you drawing?” He asked, as though the light blush creeping across her face and the sudden secretive actions weren’t answer enough.

“Nothing.” She spat, bitterly. Her brow furrowed for a second as she dropped the notebook on the stump next to her. But her expression softened quickly as Trent laughed a bit.

“Okay,” he said, somewhat teasingly. Gwen was smiling again in just a few seconds. Her soft eyes fell onto the guitar in his hands. “Are you gonna play for us?”

Trent lifted and positioned the guitar so he could play. “Us?” He repeated. Gwen playfully punches him in the shoulder, laughing a bit. “Me! You know what I mean..” her voice trailed off, and the pencil fell from her slender fingers as she waited for him to play.

Trent began to play. He didn’t have anything specific in mind to play, so he just created his own soft song.

It felt like the melody had enclosed the two of them within, like nothing else existed outside of the warmth of the fire—which Trent now felt—but he didn’t know if the warmth he was feeling was because of the fire anymore.

She hummed along quietly to his serenade. Even though she herself didn’t know what was coming next, she still managed to hum in sync to what he played. It was an accidental duet, it was like the two were on the same wave length.

Eventually, Trent slowly stopped playing—this was partially because he was zoning out listening to Gwen— and she slowly stopped humming, while still in sync.

When all they could hear now was small crackles from the blazing fire, and chirps from the crickets around them, Gwen yawned. Trent smiled at her. His face was nice and warm now, too.

She clapped, “That was nice.” She said this in a gentle tone. Trent nodded in agreement. “It was.” He stood up, guitar in hand. “You’re really what made it so nice.” Gwen crossed her arm over her face as she brushed her hair back, but Trent assumed this was an attempt to hide her blush.

“Come on,” he kicked over a bucket of water which sat next to the fire. It was snuffed out in an instant, and the last bits of smoke disappeared into the dark night sky.

“Let’s head back to the cabin for the night.” Gwen stood up beside him, but not before she grabbed her pencil and note book.

She hadn’t closed the pages yet, so Trent could see inside of it. Gwen was an incredible artist! Trent didn’t see much of her drawings, but the one he could see clear as day—as it was wide open on that page—was a drawing of him.

In the picture, he was depicted holding his own guitar. Trent held his guitar a bit tighter as he analyzed her drawing. “Ready?” She said. Gwen hadn’t realized he was staring straight at her notebook.

Trent snapped out of the apparent trance he was in as he nodded and stepped up beside her.

He smiled to himself as the two walked back to their respective cabins. She was still humming the melody which he had played just a few minutes ago.

Gwen was the best girl he could have ever asked for…even though she wasn’t really his girlfriend yet.

But, he hoped he’d be able to change that by the end of the summer,

And he couldn’t wait for when he did.

[mewmeomei]

streamer!twst : heartslabyul (platonic ver.) edition !!

romantic ver here!

heartslabyul , savanaclaw , octavinelle , scarabia , pomefiore , ignihyde , diasomnia + bonus

a/n : hellor mei here and i hope u enjoy this.. i (probably) had fun writing this soo!! please have fun reading it too (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) also i got a bit lazy after caters part sorrg ☹️

desc: what if they stream?? and what if you're their friend??

characters: riddle rosehearts, trey clover, cater diamond, ace trappola, deuce spade

(gn! reader)

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

riddle rosehearts !

he's definitely an educational streamer

and he got a set up that looks like a classroom

a big ass whiteboard, a desk and a lot of tools

he teaches math & history from middle school to highschool

people calls his streams "cute tutor bf roleplay" 💀

(^hes unaware btw)

he has all the stuff prepared before streaming, like the whole stream schedule is so organized it's kinda scary 😭

at the end of each stream, he asks the viewers is there any questions, his face gets super close to the camera to see the chat better

like this v

stands there in silence as well 💀

the first time he did this he went viral on the internet for like a week

the people who watches his streams are either 1. actual people who wants to learn/study their maths and history 2. they just think hes cute (90% of them are in this category) or 3. his friends

he occasionally has special guests on, usually trey or chenya

he actually never planned to have special guests on his streams like ever but they crash his streams quite.. often

like

"alright, now at page 78-" "hey riddle (at the window)" "AHHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHHHH"

it makes the stream more entertaining

trey and chenya acts like his students and interrupts his lesson every 10 minutes asking questions

the viewers can see riddle getting redder each question

once he got so red he got compared to bob the tomato from veggie tales

has never fully lashed out on live cuz.. embarrassing

off stream tho

chenya and trey goes temporary deaf right after

he also sometimes show off some harmless spells on live and everyone loves it (this totally happens)

with (name) !

(name) is his stream mod

he doesn't have too many viewers so it's easier to manage

and plus (name) is probably his sanest friend with a lot of free time

so he asked them to be his mod

tgt at day 1 ‼️‼️‼️

they watched his channel grow, from 1 to 100k followers in a year

yeah it was impressive

they felt like a proud parent fr

(name) jst interacts with the chat and helps him fix up a few things most streams

some questionable donations and messages pop up from his viewers from time to time and (name), who was scared of riddle going 🍅🍅🍅🍅💥💥💥💥💥💥, IMMEDIATELY blocks them

like you see it for like a second, blinks, then that message is gone

it felt like it was just an illusion

once (name) fell asleep during a stream and a very, VERY questionable donation came and riddle saw it

"xxx donated 10$!: haha how big are you"

riddle started scolding the viewer and it got heated

riddle gets louder each sentence he says, the viewer responds quicker each time

eventually (name) woke up from a half-yelling riddle and realizes what was going on

they had to block the viewer, call riddle during the livestream and attempt to calm him down

ppl forgot what happened immediately and the chat is full of "omg mod voice reveal!!??1!2!???!!!!"

riddle calmed down after a minute, he then apologized to his viewers

off stream, (name) called him again and apologized for falling asleep and not blocking them immediately, they of course got an earful from riddle but he forgave them anyways

"it's alright, just dont let it happen next time. how about we go to trey's to get some pastries? take it as an apology from me."

trey clover !

i think we can all agree he does cooking/baking streams LMAO

he def bakes/cooks while chatting with the viewers

he has a hand cam + face cam

he explains what he's doing at the moment, because he knows some people bake/cook with him

^he also provides the recipe a day before the stream starts

his followers are probably mostly older women and thirsty teens

sometimes he invites cater, chenya or riddle on his channel as guests

he rarely interacts with the chat if they ever collab since, he fears that the three will burn his kitchen down 💀

ESPECIALLY riddle

they probably had a bag of flour explode on them before

trey asked riddle to open the flour (big ass mistake i say.. 😥)

the bag was weirdly tight, riddle couldn't open it with his weak arms

he got frustrated, then he pulled it with all his might-

POOF!

the bag exploded 💀

trey and riddle are now covered in flour

they just stared at eachother as riddle very awkwardly sets the bag on the kitchen island

the chat kept laughing at them as they stare at the flour

so they decided to just pour the remaining flour in the batter

at the end of the stream, while trey is showing off the pastry they made, all the viewers could focus on is the very..

floury background (wow im such an english genius)

they had a blast cleaning the kitchen after 😍🫶

he also sometimes plays games with cater

its usually when a new horror game comes out and its trending

he usually doesn't jump at the jumpscares but one time he got scared so bad he screamed bloody murder

it got clipped and it just became a meme

cater kept bringing it up whenever they talk to torture trey

(hes super embarrassed lmfaoooo)

with (name)!

(name) is another frequent guest on his streams

they're friends with trey before he started streaming

trey could still interact with chat often if the special guest that day is (name) since they at least wont destroy his kitchen 💀

chat LOVES them

chat thinks they're sweet

sometimes a little QnA happens and (name) just leans on the island as they answer each and every question

cue trey doing all the work in the back LMAO

during a stream where trey's baking a cake for his own birthday, (name) and the other three (cater, chenya and riddle) snuck in his house with a plate of cream in their hands

just as trey was waiting for the cake to bake, they all barged in and threw it on him

BUT because (name) charged towards him first, and the other three decided to throw it, they also got slapped with the cream

it also got on trey's cameras 😭

chat actually got jumpscared when they barged in wwwww

they all end up laughing anyways

"geez, it also got on my camera! haha, why don't you clean my kitchen for me later, (name)?"

cater diamond !

he probably does almost every kinds of streams

makeup, gaming, just chats, karaoke etc.

he usually does just chats

he responds to almost like, everything chat says to him 💀

he probably tried doing an asmr stream before

fails the first few seconds and then just decided its gonna be a mukbang stream instead 😒

his stream titles probably all starts with "cay-cays blablabla"

he often has guests on his channel

like everytime it's a new person

they always look like they're being held hostage

sry just felt the need to draw that 🥺🙈

he gets sponsors often

probably has like 1m followers

he streams often and is actually entertaining

on his gaming streams he plays at least 2 games

so it's like 4 hours long if he decides to do a gaming stream that day 💀

he probably plays roblox horror games often 💀

and those shit itch.io/steam indie horror games

after getting jumpscared by those games he SCREAMS with an echo and then bursts out laughing

why do i feel like he will accidentally say something problematic and offensive on stream then immediately end the stream

and runs on magicam and types out a long ass apology the second he ends the stream

he's suddenly sonic the hedgehog 😰

on halloween he probably does a makeup stream before starting a gaming stream

just so he can play horror games in his halloween costume at like 3am

speaking of 3am

i think he may or may not did THOSE types of 3am videos 💀

not stream related but 😭

cay-cay tries the AMONG US potion at 3AM and turns into THE IMPOSTER‼️‼️😱 (REAL)

with (name)!

a friend of his that appears on his stream pretty often

either in person or online

if they are his special guest that day they'll either play roblox/multiplayer games or do some indoor activities

in horror games cater always forces them to walk in front of him

but somehow he always gets jumpscared/killed first 💀

they will go in a laughing session for 3 minutes 💀

in person streams with (name) is even more chaotic

once cater was doing a pranky pranky on (name) 🤪

he finally got permission from them to do their make up

he lied to them saying that he's gonna do vkei make up on them

oh yeah and chat doesn't know he's pranking them AND (name)

everything seemed to be going fine until he pulled out the green makeup palette

"..uh cater i dont think the vkei make up you're doing for me needs green?" "oh yeah that picture is just for reference~ im adding some stuff ! 🥰🥰"

then he painted their entire face green

the chat saw what (name) looks like and is going WILD

cater gave them the mirror trying so hard to not laugh that he's basically vibrating

"cater i dont look like mana sama" "y-you do look like mana sama.." "i look like shrek cater"

he started to cry laughing as he tries to take a photo

(name) just looks at him in disbelief while getting closer to the camera

they started whispering things that will get his account banned

and he did get banned for a month🥰

and it got harder to try and get (name) to do in person streams w him

"im sorryyy (name)!!! i promise i won't pull a shrek prank on you again~ please come back on my channel? chat misses you!!"

ace trappola !

gaming streamer.

he streams fortnite and valorant.

he also plays often with deuce

he totally has a smp server w deuce

i know almost nothing about valorant and fortnite so i cant say anything about who he mains 😞

he probably curses the fuck out of his teammates and gets banned like every month cuz of his super offensive words 💀

he's that type of streamer who's extremely problematic but you still want to watch him bc he's also super entertaining 😒

his smp streams are the most popular

he argues with deuce often because he kept taking deuces diamonds

"I FINALLY FOUND ONE WHY DID YOU TAKE IT" "geez i just need it for my sword and i only took some" "ITS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH ACE GIVNEITBEBEJFIFRI"

he surprisingly has a lot of followers

ugh

half of the reason why he's popular because of clips of him raging bc he lost to children on roblox "longest answers wins"

everytime he loses he opens voice chat and starts yelling at the children

some kids talk back to him so it's just..

stupid 🧍

its either he got so mad and left the game or he curses the kid out of the game

he once rage quitted so HARD he slammed his keyboard that it broke and even slightly cracked his monitor 💀

i feel like he'd get so mad if he loses to a girl in a game of valorant

no...NO...NO!!!!!!!! i-i lost to a FEMALE 🤢🤢!!! DISGUSTING!!!! -ace trappola

probably got edited into a sad edit audio before

he reacted to almost every video under the audio, made fun of them, then got sick of his own voice 🧍

everytime he plays a horror game he goes "oh i wont scream only pussies screams im a man"

first minor jumpscare he hit a high note

he kept trying to convince chat he did not get scared and became ariana grande for a split second

he just gives up trying to convince everyone he didnt scream after the tenth jumpscare

with (name)!

they met through deuce

became pretty good friends after playing a few games together

ended up joining his and deuces smp server

and started to show up on his stream sometimes

everytime the three of them plays together they had to babysit adeuce

because of that chat just started calling ace "baby ace"

he doesn't appreciate that

so he stopped arguing with deuce too often and (name) is finally relieved

once he decided to do a crafting stream cuz (name)s visiting in person

they were making 5 minutes crafts products.

everything was tested on ace

chat has took multiple screenshots of him wearing those stupid stuff

(name) has changed their every social media profile into a screenshot of ace wearing a stupid 5 minutes crafts product

he's starting to find it kinda funny now

"hey, (name). change your profile picture... it's getting so ridiculous im starting to find myself funny."

deuce spade !

he does bike streams!

he puts a monitor on his helmet everytime he goes out on a ride on his blastcycle and streams them

occasionally has someone behind him and it's either ace or epel

with epel the stream is very nice since their conversation is really wholesome

and if it's with ace..

well uh

ace would scream, deuce would scream back

and it becomes a bass booted stream of two guys screaming at each other

also when deuce turns back while arguing with ace all the chat can see is

new ace_trappola meme

as stated in ace's part he also does gaming streams

the smp streams with ace and sometimes aiming games

he goes on cater's stream sometimes

probably got dressed up as a magical girl once in cater's stream

just that alone got him LOTS of followers

his chat are so nice too

they love him, he loves them

he really appreciates his chat

actually gets a lot of fan mails 🤧

he has like 26 streams of him unboxing fan mails

probably got emotional once while unboxing and cried

got the whole chat panicking 😭

overall a wholesome biker guy that streams 🥰

with (name)!

appears in most of his chat/game streams

in the smp streams they usually exchange super valuable stuff in private

their houses in minecraft are connected while ace's is isolated

chat finds their friendship absolutely adorable

in one of their streams, where (name) went to his house, they decided to watch those brain riddle videos (specifically the ones from bright side)

it's just a dumb & dumber combo trying to solve the riddles

when they actually got one right (which is the last one) they got so happy and (name) just straight up tackled deuce to the ground

deuce hit his head very hard on the ground and his earphones snapped 💀

he uh

fainted for a bit 💀

(name) thought they committed a murder and BEGGED the chat to not report this to the police..

he woke up after like 10 seconds 💥

they just sat there for a minute staring at the camera with the broken earphones on the table 💀

then they ended the stream, after a day that clip of (name) tackling deuce and deuce fainting went viral 💀

well they basically flew so

"ahh.. every viral clip of me is so embarrassing!.. well, at least it was fun, hehe."

[strstab]

𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; jj spills beer in your hair and helps you wash it

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; topless 😓, alcohol mentions, cussing, fluff ofc, small jj mom mentions

a/n ; GUYS. can you help me figure out the word count shit… i saw it a couple weeks ago when writing a small blurb for funsies and now i cant find it ☹️ this one felt kinda long so i thought i’d put the word count but idk where it went… pls send help

“jj what the fuck?!” you felt a wet substance fall in your hair whilst sitting below your boyfriend

you and the pogues were doing your regular saturday night party at the chateau. beers and pizza in the living room. cup pong, ‘winner takes all’. and the occasional sneaking off to do the deed.

you were sitting on the floor, jj on the couch behind you. his legs dangled on each of your sides as he played with your hair quietly, sipping on a white claw.

“what?” he stopped playing with your hair to look down at you. he examined your current state and saw nothing wrong, other than the angry look on your face.

“you spilled god damn beer in my hair!” you started picking at your hair and quickly stood up to run to the bathroom. the last thing you needed was sticky and smelly beer in your hair, especially after you just payed the hair salon a good 60 bucks to cut and do a gloss treatment on it.

the pogues watched you run into the bathroom as kie got up to follow. “it’s fine kie i’ll deal with it-“ jj grumbled knowing he was going to get an earful.

she gave him a look and sat back down next to sarah.

jj knocked on the bathroom door and walked in. In sight was you trying to wet your hair with a pout on your face. “baby i’m sorry, i didn’t realize,”

“it’s fine, j,” you shrugged off your shirt, realizing the sink wasn’t going to do you any good. you rummaged around the mess of shampoos and found the one you used when you came over to sleep with jj and john b.

jj stared at you and decided to turn on the faucet in hopes of being able to help. he won’t ever admit it but, growing up while the times his mom was around, she’d tell him about how to treat a girl. how to make sure she was happy on her period, how to never make her mad, how to comfort her when she needed. and just a couples weeks before his mom got up and left, she taught him how to manage his own hair knowing she wouldn’t be able to sit on the bathroom floor and scrub his scalp for him.

“baby what are you doing?” you turned around and saw him fixing the detachable shower head.

he pulled out a towel and looked at you, “jus gonna help you, love.” you nodded and stepped into the bathtub, grabbing the shampoo and handing it to your boyfriend.

he took the shampoo and placed it next to him as he bent down next to the tub and grabbed the shower head that was dropping out warm water. he wet your hair and started to flip your hair around to get the water to touch your roots in all the right angles.

you shivered and he chuckled in response. “cold?” you shook your head and combed your fingers through the ends of your hair.

“i seen you’ve been taking notes, hm?” he rolled his eyes and laughed. there were days where you’d be showering and he’d decide to join. you’d wash his hair for him, assuming he thought the salt water of the beautiful ocean you and friends swam in everyday was enough to clean it.

“of course baby. gotta learn from the best, y’know?” he pressed a kiss to your temple and started lathering the shampoo in his hands.

he began massaging your scalp, sending tingles down your body. after a couple minutes of that, he rinsed it out with the water and repeated the process, this time with slightly colder water. you conversed about your day apart, not wanting it to be silent and finding this a good bonding time with your boyfriend.

you passed him the bottle of conditioner and he squirted a great amount of conditioner onto his palm. you heard a gasp and flipped your head around. seeing a big dumpling on his hand, you let a sharp inhale take over the silence knowing that it had to be wiped off and would end up a waste of good conditioner.

“umm.. what do i do..” he whispered with a worried look. “do i just.. smear it all in your hair?”

“no! no, don’t. wipe it off baby, like a quarter and a half of it. you don’t need that much,” you replied quickly. god, the amount of grease that would build up in your hair if he did that.

he wiped off the amount you suggested and look at you for approval. you nodded and turned your head back around. he spread the white product on your hair, avoiding the top of your head.

after rubbing it into the ends of your hair, he let it sit and combed his fingers through your hair. “baby,” he mumbled trying to grab your attention

you hummed in response. “hi baby,” you giggled at his soft and tired tone and replied back. “hi my love”

“i missed you,” rubbing his finger on your shoulder and tilting your chin to face him.

“yeah?”

“mhm”

“‘m right here, j,”

he let out an ‘i know’ and pecked at your lips. you pulled away but he pulled you back wanting more. you smiled against his lips and tugged at his hair to let you go.

he pouted and went back to rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

after thoroughly cleaning your hair, he dried it off with a towel and hugged you from behind. nuzzling his nose into your neck, you knew he was tired. he had a long day at the country club, then surfing, then studying with pope, now getting drunk off his mind. he just wanted to be laying down in bed with his favorite girl.

you finished drying off your hair and he dragged you into the guest bedroom where he stayed. “jj, i left my shirt in the bathroom,”

“you don’t need it..” he pushed you onto his bed with a smirk.

you laid on his pillow and groaned, “we’re not fucking right now, jj.” he his smirk was replaced with a frown and he decided to crawl on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body and closing his eyes.

with quiet talking, you kissed his forehead and played with his hair until he fell asleep.

“goodnight, love.”

idk guys but i just love the thought of boys being able to help girls with things… halfway through this i realized maybe i should’ve made reader be drunk and like spill punch or beer in her hair so jj has to help her clean up but like i didn’t feel like rewriting as it’s 11:30 right now.. but ofc if it’s requested i’ll rewrite it!!

but enjoy whatever time of day it is my loves 🐮

check out ocean eyes 🌅 bonita 💋 & pretty present 🍰

[01zfan]

OH my LAWDD,, don’t waste it made me bawl 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❌ it was so good but sad but good at the same time…. ur too good with this emotional writing my goodness 😭💔 would u ever think abt writing a part 2 for it ?? like where they’re both debuted and meet after a long time ??? or anything bro idm i simply just NEED closure with those 2,,, otherwise i will remain broken oh em gee ☹️💔 it was amazing though i love ur writing though ur so skilled ❤️❤️❤️

also could i be 🧸 anon?

of course you can be 🧸 anon!

i actually did wanna write a part two for don’t waste it and i have a lil excerpt ill share with u hehe

you could hear the crowd make a collective aww sound at how cute sohee was. the camera went back to him, and you could see some of his hair sticking up at the crown of his head. the view broke you from your reverie and a small smile came across your face. you had to hide the smile quickly, lowering your head and masking it with a cough. when you looked down you could still make out small wrinkles from your dress where you were holding it with a death grip. both of you could your wrinkled garments and sohee could fix his untucked shirt but he couldn’t fix his hair that you messed up in the heat of the moment. you were wondering if there was still the taste of you on his tongue when you saw your group stand up and more cheering filled the room.

you looked up from your lap to see one of your members shoot you a quick look of what the hell are you doing? your eyes quickly scanned the area around you as you stood up. you were so busy thinking about what transpired in the dressing room that you missed your group had been announced to win record of the year. you wanted to yell at yourself for seeming so out of it. with all eyes on you all it took was one mistake for the public opinion to completely shift on you. you prayed you were able to play it off well with a shocked face and stiff body before finally standing up.

as your group headed for the main stage you saw yourself getting closer and closer to sohee. you were leading the pack, if you didn’t stop now you would inevitably have to take the award from him and another interaction between you and him would be broadcasted for the world to see. not talking to him almost made you have a panic attack after the red carpet, but after what happened in the dressing room if you got too close to sohee you might pass out. so you suddenly stopped at the very end, letting your confused members fill in the gap between you and the presenters. the youngest of your group ended up having to awkwardly take the award from sohee, something your sure you would get an earful of later. but it didn’t matter because you were able to compose yourself enough to do the groups introduction and seamlessly go through your heavily scripted acceptance speech.

when your group was done with the speech you let out a huff of air you didn’t know you were holding. you let your members pass in front of you first so you could trail behind them, trying to make it seem like it was a calculated plan for you to stop so suddenly. you were clumsy bowing to every group you passed by, adrenaline from being onstage almost making you tip over each time. you were incredibly grateful to make it back to your seats, waiting for the next part of the show to start.

“is everything okay?” your youngest member asked you.

“let me get you guys some blankets.” you said standing up from your seat.

you saw a stacked pile of blankets neatly folded at a table in front of you. in any other case you would’ve asked a manager, but no one was around to help you. you prepared your soft and gentle voice to kindly ask whatever boy group was sitting at the table if they could spare the blankets for your girls.

just as you were approaching the table, sohee was doing the same. he kept his eyes locked on you, wondering what you were doing walking down the steps towards his group. his members saw him first, clapping their hands and giving him a thumbs up. when they saw that sohee was looking past them, they all turned around to see what he was staring at.

you believed you could’ve survived the moment before you saw the seventh pair of eyes looking at you. if you had come to your senses a minute earlier you could’ve asked for the blankets before sohee got there. but now where you were, standing next to the table while sohee stood on the other side, staring at him for a little bit too long. you imagined his members were staring at you too, wondering why you came to their table during a commercial break.

“sorry to bother you guys,” you politely pointed towards the folded blankets in the center of their table. “can i take these? for my group.” you said smiling.

almost instantly they nodded, all of them reaching for the middle of their table. sohee was just a second faster than the rest of them like he already knew what you needed. with the stack of blankets in his hand he walked over to you casually. you did your best to ignore the way his members were looking at him approach you. their heads followed sohee’s every step, until he set the blankets in your outstretched hands.

“here you go.” sohee said.

sohee was lucky that his body blocked the view of his hand sliding between two blankets from his members. he was also lucky that your face showed shock only for a second before bowing and leaving.

you said a thank you before turning tail and heading back up the stairs to your members. you handed out the blankets with a smile on your face, hesitating between the second and third blanket to grab a neatly folded piece of paper in your hand. your members didn’t notice, to happy that their attentive leader got them what they needed.

[gamerbearmira]

Hello it is I! This is going to be a short one but please enjoy!

*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*

Pov Antonio

He doesn't understand. Everyone is crying and freaking out, abuela is trying to get everyone to calm down but it's not working. Isa and Luisa had run away from the table, tio not too far behind them. His hermano and hermana are both still sitting at the table but camilo keeps changing into different Mirabel's and Dolores is making funny sounds with her hands over her ears, he wants to giggle at them but everything is so scary right so he doesn't. Mami is storming really bad his papi is trying to calm her down unsuccessfully his friends are running around screeching and breaking everything and he can't get his new friends to listen to him and it's all so overwhelming and he doesn't know what to do.

The answer comes to him quickly, Mira, he has to find Mira, she'll know what to do! Mira always knows what to do! While everyone is distracted he gets up from the table as quickly and quietly as he can and sneaks his way to the nursery, making sure to hide when he sees his tio in the hallway walking back to the dining room with Isa and Luisa. His tio has his arms around them both, which is weird Tio loves his primas but he doesn't usually Walk around with them like that. He shakes his head, he has to find Mira, everyone is so weird right now but Mira will fix it he just knows she will. She's Mira.

A weird noise is coming from the nursery, he couldn't hear it from all the way down the hallway with his mama's storm going so hard but as he gets closer he can hear it, the sound of a baby crying, he walks quickly inside the room walking past the broken door which is hanging onto the doorway from the top hinge.

"Antonio, what are you doing here?" The unexpected voice breaks him away from staring at the broken door. He whips around, finally looking at the room which looks different from the night before, but more importantly he gets a look at who is in the room. Instead of his Mira he sees his tia, his tia who is holding a crying baby, confusion fills him as he stares at his tia, where is Mira? Why is tia holding a baby?

"Tia! Where's Mira?! Everyone is acting weird and yelling a lot and I want Mira to make them stop!" He says this all quickly wanting to find Mira fast so that everyone will stop acting so weird. instead of answering his tia has a weird look on her face, kinda like she smelled something bad. "Tia? What's wrong?" She starts to cry.

Antonio doesn't understand, did he say something wrong?

NOOOO HE MUST BE SO CONFUSED ☹️☹️

No but the fact that he was able to just get in without much effort goes to show how chaotic it is 🤕 and then he was just?? Trying to find Mirabel because he believed she could get everyone to chill (which she probs could). Like know Juliet’s probably ain’t wanna cry, but how else was she supposed to react???

Antonio:

[avis-writeshq]

pairing: early seasons!spencer reid x sunshine!fem!reader genre: fluff, roommate au warnings: reader is a pretty girl (YOU ARE A PRETTY GIRL !!!!!!) and she wears dresses !! feelings of inadequacy (aka, it’s so hard to find good guys now ☹️☹️☹️) she’s also taking her master’s degree at Georgetown  a/n: i love roommate reader so much guys !!! give me a million requests for them; i will write it ‼️🫶 wc: 936 part 1 | you are on part 2! | part 3

“Date?” Spencer asks despite his knowing, watching as you wrap a cardigan over your shoulders and fix the bracelet on your wrist.

He’s not in denial about how pretty you are. He remembers it, even back when the two of you were younger. Everyone loved you– following you around the playground and doing whatever you ask of them. You’re the sun, he accepted on a hot summer’s day, drowsy from the heatwave while you ate a bright orange popsicle beside him. You’re the sun and I’m one of the planets you allow to be near you. 

He’s not entirely surprised either when he sees you again, as beautiful as he remembered, surrounded by people of all genders with starstruck gazes, all enchanted by your brilliant smile and embellished words. He’s not surprised either when you receive so many propositions of romance. A little jealous, maybe, because sometimes he wishes that you would share an ounce of your sparkle with him. 

“Yeah,” you respond with a soft smile, fixing your shoes. “Going out for dinner. I’ll be home a little late, so don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “You’ll call me, right? If you need anything.”

Your smile widens and you nod. “Of course I will. Thanks, Walter, you’re the best.”

His cheeks glow warm at his middle name and he clears her throat. “Good night.”

“Good night!”

Then you’re gone. He doesn’t hear the way you return back to the apartment hours later but earlier than anticipated, or the way you dump your bags at the doorway instead of putting them away in your room as you usually do. He doesn’t notice the way the shower runs longer than usual, or the opening and shutting of the freezer door or the clanging of metal spoons. He wishes he did.

*** 

“I give up.” You grip the phone against your ear tighter, your gaze dark with frustration. “Hah, you’re on to talk! You’re getting married in November! Yeah, well, it doesn’t help. I hear enough of that from everyone. Bye.”

Spencer flinches at the harshness of your tone. He’s even more concerned at your initial words. You’re giving up on something? You’ve never given up on anything. That’s one of your biggest charms; you know exactly what you want and you’ll do anything to get it. Giving up is simply not in your vocabulary. Except for now, he supposes. 

“I am so– so  sick of this,” You huff, slumping onto the couch beside him, hugging a Tuxedo Sam plush toy that he bought you for your birthday a few years ago. “This is so stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Spencer asks cautiously, placing his book down and turning to you.

“Paget is getting married in November,” you say, half happy but half sullen. 

He nods, perplexed. He knows all about the wedding, especially since you’ve come home after shopping for dresses and decided to get his opinions on all of them. “You’ve been looking forward to it since the beginning of the year.”

“I know,” you insist, frowning. “And I am excited! But lately she’s been pressing me to bring someone as a plus one and when I said that I’d invite one of my friends in my class, she insisted that this is a brilliant time to invite a boyfriend. And she keeps sending me off on blind dates lately and I’m just ugh!”

Spencer pats your shoulder in an effort to be sympathetic. “They haven’t been going well?”

“They suck,” You grumble. “Rude, stupid, inconsiderate– the list goes on and I am sick and tired of being treated like an idiot on every date I go on.”

“I see.”

“I know what I want,” you continue, squeezing the plush toy in your lap. “I see it all the time. With my friends and the people I care about. I know how I want to be loved; I know how I deserve to be loved. I just don’t understand why it’s so difficult to find someone who would love me the way I deserve to be. And I see all these people falling in love and getting married and having these wonderful relationships, I can’t help but wonder if I did something to be so unlikeable.”

“You’re not unlikeable,” Spencer says immediately, frowning. How can you say something like that? “You’re the most likable person I know. There’s just a lot that you’re not willing to put up with, things that a lot of men do that you don’t want to put up with, and they can’t understand that.”

He relishes the way you smile, smaller than your usual ones, before leaning your head onto his shoulder. His heart leaps into his throat at the contact, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume. He doesn’t understand how someone could ever dislike you– you and your brilliant smiles and your sweet disposition. 

“There’s an old Buddhist saying,” he begins slowly, watching as you take to drawing circles against the back of his palm, “that the act of bringing you and your soulmate together was 500 years in the making. So you’ll find someone. Or maybe you’ve already met them.”

“You’re lovely,” you murmur, drawing a heart then a series of squiggles onto his hand. 

His cheeks glow hot. “I could say the same for you.”

He thinks of the letters he’s written for you but never sent, all stored neatly in a box. There’s one envelope that sticks out from the rest– your favourite colour with a heart wax seal. He decides against giving it to you for the thousandth time.

reblogs are always appreciated !!

part 1 | you are on part 2! | part 3

[ilygetou]

Hi Evelyn! I'm Auro, and I was wondering if could possibly request some SFW and NSFW headcanons of Sabo, Sanji and the reader in a polyamorous relationship, please? Thank you very much for your time! Stay awesome.

i was writing a zoro x reader x sanji but it'll have to wait because i love this 🙁🤭

PAIRING: sanji x sabo x fem! reader.

C/W: bondage, switch! reader, use of pet names (mistress, doll, master, good girl/boy), threesomes, fluff/sfw at the beginning, food play (?) use of whip cream, jealous! sanji, dominant! sabo & sub! sanji, doggystyle position, blowjobs, cum swallowing, throat/face-fucking, mlm relationships (?), not proof read btw, i love bisexual sanji 🤭.

NOTE. i‘m late. sorry. this was kinda rushed but i like it so erm eijsjs yeah☹️, i hope you like it! (even if you don't just act like you do/j) .

SFW:

being in a relationship with sanji & sabo was nice, but you didn’t like dealing with jealous sanji, (that’s a lie you love jealouse sanji), he was very clingy, either with you or sabo. 

sanji gets jealous when you give sabo more attention, he gets jealous when sabo shows you more attention, no in between, he wants both yours & sabo’s attention to be fixed on him & him only. 

cuddling with those three is heaven <3 sabo in the middle while you’re on the right & sanji on the left, both you & Sanji would be laying on sabo‘s chest, snuggling on his chest.

you & sabo would be engaging in a conversation while sanji is dozing off on sabo‘s chest, little snores being heard from Sanji making yours & sabos heart melt.

sanji would cook you & sabo the most delicious meals ever, he puts all of his hard work & love cooking you meals & they ways taste good, sanji is addicted to the face you make everytime he brings you a new dish to taste, he knows it tastes good but he has to get the "its delicious!" with a satisfied smile plastered on your face.

both sabo & sanji are very affectionate towards you, sanji loves giving you random kisses at random times :( he‘d pick the time where you‘d be off guard so that it takes a while for you to process the kiss & that had sanji kissed you.

sabo would pull you into random hug, wrapping his hands around your waist from behind & pulling you close to him, he then will rest his chin on your shoulders or will bury his whole face on the crook of your neck.

sabo & Sanji would both baby you, treat you like you‘re the most precious & important thing in the world, you‘re so cute, so pretty, sabo & Sanji love you so much that they can‘t express their love for you in words. :(

they love holding hands with you! you‘re in the middle, sanji on your left holding your hand, sabo on your right holding your hand, Sanji has very warm hands while sabo has chilly cold hands.

both sabo & sanji has no shame! they would cuddle you in public & kiss you in public :( you obviously don‘t mind, but sometimes you get embarrassed from the way people are staring, but don‘t worry! sanji reassures you & says that they‘re just jealous that you have two guys that love you dearly! <3

NSFW:

these more like scenario‘s than hc‘s so i‘m sorry :(

dominant sabo!! he‘s 100% a dom, he loves to dominant you & sanji, loves the way sanji whimpers when he inserts two fingers inside his hole, sanji‘s eyes would roll to the back of his head & his back would arch as sabo thrusts two thick finger in & out of his hole :c

sabo occasionally praising sanji with, "good boy" & by saying "you‘re doing so good," just cooing & whispering praises in sanji‘s ears while sanji moans & whimpers, a blush covering his face as he tries to control his moans.

sabo would tie sanji, he‘d tie his wrists together & place his hands above his head, sanjis face would be flush red from embarrassment, sabo takes whip cream & starts pouring some of it on sanji‘s chest causing sanji to whimper at the cold feeling, "m-master..." sanji would refer to sabo as he lets out a shaky sigh.

sabo would call you & make you lick the cream off of sanji‘s chest, you would circle your tongue around sanjis nipple, licking the sweet cream off his chest, "hah– fuck...! mistress...!" sabo would watch as you lick sanjis abs and rub your legs against sanji‘s bulge.

tears pricked on the corner of sanji‘s eyes as you continued licking the whip cream till nothing was left :( sabo was jerking off to the sight of you trying to dominant sanji.

you kept rubbing your thighs against sanji‘s bulge making the blonde man let out desperate whimpers, "p-please do something...it hurts mistress pleaseee...!!" sanji begging you to do something about his hard cock was cute :<

sabo watched every move you made, his eyes also fixed on the way sanjis expression kept changing with every move you made as he rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumbs.

you finally freed sanji‘s aching cock, pre-cum covering the tip of his dick. you bent down & gave the tip a sloppy kiss catching sanji so off guard. you took his whole length into your mouth & started sucking on it, bobbing your head up & down on sanji‘s cock, as he arches his back & let's out muffled moans.

"f-fuck mistress...fuckkk..!" sanji thrusted his hips upwards, trying to reach his high faster, your tongue circled around his tip which made sanjis cock throb & twitch, "cumming! s-shit mistress...! 'm cumming!" sanjis hips quivered as he let out ropes of cum inside your mouth.

sabo watched as sanji came inside your mouth, stuffing your mouth full which made sabo‘s cock twitch, letting out strings of warm cum on his palm.

submissive reader time c: sabo would have you wear thigh high socks & a very short skirt along with a tight shirt that has your nipples press against the soft fabric. you would be sitting on the corner with your head looking down, too embarrassed to stare on either sanji or sabo.

sabo would hold your chin & make you look at him, "don‘t be shy now, you were the one who agreed to this, doll" sabo whispered which made your ears flush red, once you look back up you found both sabo & sanji staring at you with wide smirks on both of their faces.

sabo ordered you to get on all fours & you did as you were told, bending down & placing your hands on the floor which made your skirt rise up & flash your white panties which hugged your pussy lips so good, sanji stood behind you & the sight got him drooling & got his dick rock hard.

sabo freed his hard cock & started rubbing the tip on your lips, sliding it on your lips as he started smearing pre-cum on them, "open up doll, don‘t want to keep my dick waiting, right?" you slowly started opening your mouth wide, sabo didn‘t waste any second as he pushed the fat tip of his dick inside your warm mouth before he pushed his whole length in, you wrapped your plump lips around his dick as you started sucking on the tip sloppily.

sanji was on the other side, behind you, playing with your messy cunt, inserting one finger inside as he pinched your clit with his other hand, making squelching & wet sounds with every thrust of sanji‘s fingers. you were trying to hold in your moans as you sucked sabo off, "fuck...good girl, just like that, keep going..!" sabo praises as he watches you bob your head up & down his length.

sanji takes out his fingers & starts rubbing his hardened cock against your clit, & occasionally rubbing it against your wet folds, before he finally pushed in his cock, he lets out a shaky sigh at the feeling of your wet cunt sucking him in so good. :C

sabo would take ahold of your hair & starts thrusting his cock in your mouth, he lets out low moans as he fasten his thrusts, tears pricked on the corner of your eyes at sabo‘s rough thrusts, "just a little more doll, argh–!"

sanji on the other side, his brain too fuzzy to think, the way your cunt sucked him in can have him cumming undone right fucking now, but also the way your gummy walls tightens & flutters around his cock makes him want to stay inside you longer, sanji slowly started thrusting inside of you, his hips moving in a steady pace.

sabo could feel himself getting close, his hips trembled & his cock twitched, sabo let out low moans before he emptied his load down your throat.

sanji pushed himself deeper, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot inside you with every thrust of his dick, making your head go foggy. with only a few more thrusts Sanji felt himself get closer to his high, speeding his thrusts, before he pulled out & came all over your back, covering your back with his thick semen.

both sabo & sanji were exhausted & so were you, you had a sore throat due to sabo fucking your throat. sabo held your chin & pulled you into a kiss & sanji rested his chin on your shoulder.

"i must‘ve went too rough on your mouth, ‘m sorry," sabo whispered to which you shook your head at, "‘s okay," you whispered, sabo just smiled at you in response.

right after that, you, sanji & sabo were fast asleep, too tired to move to bed you three ended up sleeping on the couch, little snores were heard from sabo & sanji causing your heart to flutter, you love them both so much! <3