#so they can hold hands and both of them can still write

[sylusgworl]

WHAT THEY LOVE DOING WITH/TO YOU ft. love and deepspace

as the title says — sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, caleb x fem!reader

notes: very fluffy, no stressy, no cws just love and affection, slightly suggestive in sylus's part

a/n: yup, another comforting piece. at first i only thought of writing xavier's part, but then it just came to me... i can write FIVE. so uh, enjoy <3. wc: 900 . rbs are very appreciated <3

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if xavier could, he’d live with his head on your lap.

yes, exactly. especially after coming back home from being outside all day, your lap is his safe haven.

and you, you love seeing his tired form appear through the door, as he walks groggily towards you, flashing you a sheepish smile.

“how was your day baby?” you ask him, while he plops down on the sofa right next to you.

“‘twas good,” he answers simply, pecking your lips before lying down, his head resting on your lap.

you then start stroking his hair, gently, then hear soft snores coming from him. you love seeing his relaxed features and gentle sleeping face, you wish he could rest more.

sometimes as he’s resting on your lap, his arms would wrap around your abdomen, to bring you even closer, occasionally tickling you when he’s still awake, before slowly drifting to a peaceful sleep, your slow hums lulling him until his consciousness fades.

zayne holds your hand at any given chance. if he could, your fingers would stay entangled to his, forever.

yes, it’s that serious.

especially whenever the two of you go on walks, his hand will never leave yours, unless you’re the first to let go.

“wait zayne, i dropped my tissues,” you say while your hand momentarily leaves his.

those three seconds are for zayne like an eternity.

he doesn’t like how something feels amiss right away, but the emptiness is filled right away when your fingers find his again.

zayne loves your hands, the warmth of them, and just smothering the back with kisses, slowly and gently, all without averting his haze from yours.

and the simple hand holding escalates quickly into something more.

zayne peppers your hand in kisses, then your wrist, then your arm all the way up to your neck and chin. then, he presses gentle kisses against your lips.

most of the time, the two of you end up going further and further, craving each other like you are the missing part he needs, and vice versa. oh, and of course his hold on your hand is still safely tight.

it is now an essential activity in sylus’s life to lay in bed next to you and rest his face against your chest, his head cushioned by the softness of your breasts and lulled by your calm heartbeat.

yes, sylus couldn’t ask for more. if he could, he’d never leave that position.

you often remind him to let you breathe for a couple of minutes, but after that, he’s back at it again.

“you knew what you were getting into when you accepted to be with me, sweetie,” he teases you, pushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear while looking at you, amused, as you slap back his hand, offended.

“the girls didn’t sign up to be pillows though,” you mutter, looking elsewhere. and sylus would just chuckle, closing his eyes while feeling your skin under his palm.

“sylus where are you touching!?” you yell startled, but he just ignores you, and keeps doing what he wants.

“i’m putting the girls to good use since they refuse to be just ‘pillows’, clearly,” and you just can’t stop him, no matter what. not that you mind, you’ll just see it as a free massage.

caleb is constantly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, sometimes both of them, while peppering kisses at your nape and neck. causing you to shiver as you gently attempt to move away.

yes, he loves having you in his arms, only then he’ll be 100% sure you are safe.

sometimes, he’d even bear-hug you while you’re laying down and just fall asleep in that position, causing you to giggle at his childishness.

“c’mon caleb, you’re pressing my rib,” you try to reason with him, but he’d just muffle some inaudible words and get back at snoring.

so, you resort to tickling his sides so that his strong hold mellows, and you just move his arm, feeling his strong bicep under your fingertips.

“please, just a bit more,” he groans and proceeds to hold you even closer.

well, the battle was already lost at the start.

you just leave him be and stay there, cradled by the big bear that is your boyfriend.

what rafayel enjoys most is pressing his hands against your cheeks and just causing your expression to scrunch, only to laugh at your funny look as your eyes shoot him daggers.

besides being a prankster, his hands cup your cheeks every time the two of you are kissing.

he believes it brings you even closer than you are.

sometimes, it just starts as something innocent.

his firm and focused gaze is locked into your eyes as he rests both hands at the sides of your cheeks, feeling the softness of your skin, as he causes you to look funny, yet again.

“rafahyl s-shtop…” you try to say while clutching his fingers

then, his eyes drop down, at your puckered lips and he just can’t stop himself from leaving a peck. then another one. then another.

until the two of you are slowly making out, his tongue swirling in search of yours while his hands gently bring your face closer.

“oh you’re so done,” and you start running around as he flees from you, noticing how enraged you are but still giggling like a five-year old boy.

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[ijustwannabecool]

Vogue Beauty Secrets

Charles Leclerc x Wife!Reader

Summary… Vogue invites Y/N Leclerc to film her beauty routine, but between breastfeeding, toddlers barging in, and a very attentive husband named Charles, it becomes the internet’s favorite accidental family vlog.

A/N: This was so much fun to write. Thank you for the support.

Comment to be added to the tag list 🫶 Reblog if Charles in lip gloss healed you 💋 Requests open!

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Sophie was not emotionally prepared for what awaited her in the new Vogue Beauty Secrets video.

She had expected skincare tips and light glam. Maybe a glimpse of the Leclerc home in Monaco. What she got instead? Full-blown domestic intimacy and the softest glimpse into Charles Leclerc’s family life that had her immediately texting her group chat in all caps.

The video starts with a soft click of a camera. Then, a yawn.

“Hi, Vogue,” Y/N greets, bleary-eyed but smiling, her voice raspy from sleep. “I’m Y/N Leclerc. It’s 6:42 a.m., I haven’t had coffee, and I have approximately six minutes before someone needs me, so let’s go.”

She’s in a silky ivory robe, hair loosely twisted up, bare-faced but still radiant. The Monaco morning light spills in through tall windows, and behind her, their bathroom is sleek and softly lit, complete with pampas grass, glowy wall sconces, and a tiny pink toothbrush on the counter.

“So, I start my routine with cold water to fake looking awake,” she says, splashing her face. “This cleanser is my holy grail. Saved me from pregnancy acne, postpartum dry skin, and whatever hormonal situation is happening now.”

Just as she starts patting her face dry, a high-pitched wail breaks through the audio.

Y/N sighs, already smiling. “Hold on.”

The camera stays rolling as she walks out of frame. A minute later, she returns with a sleepy, whimpering baby girl snuggled into her chest and latched under her robe, suckling quietly.

“This is Amélie,” Y/N explains with a gentle bounce. “She woke up from a nightmare. Or gas. Or because the moon shifted slightly. Who knows.”

She reaches for her toner with one hand. “We multitask in this house.”

From the hallway, there’s the unmistakable sound of tiny feet running and then,

“MAMAN! Maxime threw the car in the toilet!”

Y/N freezes mid-serum. “Of course he did.”

Seconds later, Charles appears in the doorway in a plain white tee and black boxers, holding their son Maxime upside down like a sack of potatoes while their other son, Luca, trails behind looking scandalized.

“We’re resolving a Formula 1 incident in the bathroom,” Charles says, grinning at the camera. “Luca’s the steward. Maxime is currently being investigated for unsportsmanlike conduct.”

“Did you retrieve the car?” Y/N asks.

Charles shrugs. “No comment.”

He presses a kiss to her temple, checks on Amélie with soft eyes, then scoops up both boys with ease. “We’ll be back. Maybe.”

As he disappears, Y/N turns back to the camera with a laugh. “As you can tell, I live with four Leclercs. And none of them understand volume control.”

She continues her routine: moisturizer, under-eye cream, a little face oil, occasionally pausing to adjust Amélie’s head or sip coffee that mysteriously appears beside her.

Y/N narrows her eyes toward the door. “He always does this. Drops off coffee like a skincare fairy.”

There’s a beat.

Then Charles reappears with Leo, their dog, trailing behind him and immediately curling up at Y/N’s feet.

Charles grins, now shirtless and balancing Luca on one hip, Maxime hanging from his back like a little koala.

“Thought you needed a refill.”

Y/N lifts her brows. “You mean a refill of chaos?”

He kisses her cheek again. “Always.”

She rolls her eyes fondly. “I’m going to try to do mascara. Let’s see how this goes with a baby attached to me and a toddler kicking a soccer ball off the bidet.”

The camera captures her reflection in the mirror, her swiping mascara with practiced precision while Amélie dozes, Charles wrangling twins in the background, Leo curled up protectively beneath her. Somehow it feels… cinematic. Like watching a memory unfold.

She reaches for her blush and hears,

“Maman, I want the pink lips too!” Maxime shouts, bolting into the room again with one of her glosses in hand.

Charles walks in, sheepish. “He stole it. I tried.”

Y/N gestures to the camera. “Well. Raw and real, right Vogue?”

She lifts Maxime onto the counter, dabs a bit of gloss on his lips, and hands the wand to Charles with a teasing smirk. “Your turn.”

Charles blinks. “I thought this was your video.”

“Your lips are dry. Don’t embarrass the family.”

The camera catches Charles puckering obediently, Y/N laughing as she applies the gloss while holding Amélie in place.

Sophie can’t believe she’s witnessing this. Charles Leclerc in a lip gloss application tutorial. Shirtless. Surrounded by three kids and a dog. Whispering something soft in French to his daughter, whose little fist is tangled in his necklace.

“I swear by this nipple cream,” Y/N adds, completely unbothered. “For any of you breastfeeding, it’s a life saver. Charles applies it for me when I’m too tired.”

“I do?” he calls from the hallway.

“You do now,” she calls back.

She finishes her makeup with one hand, blush, a bit of highlighter, tinted lip oil.

“And that’s it,” she smiles. “That’s my five-minute face for school drop-offs, F1 events, or just chasing the dog through the garden while holding a crying baby.”

Charles reappears once more, now with Amélie peacefully burping over his shoulder, the twins playing with Lego on the rug behind him.

He leans into the frame. “She forgot the most important product.”

Y/N blinks. “I did?”

Charles kisses her cheek. “Confidence. And a little gloss.”

Sophie feels like her heart’s going to explode.

The screen fades just as Maxime announces, “Papa tooted,” and chaos erupts behind them.

Y/N blows a kiss to the camera.

“Thanks, Vogue. Come back when we’ve slept for more than three hours.”

Fade to black.

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The end...

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[vasito-de-leche]

I love, LOVE your characterization of the Saja Boys, and while I know you’ve only written complete dating hcs for Baby and Abs, I was hoping if it was okay if I could request something with the Saja Boys (separately) where it follows the prompt “you're about to argue but you're so pretty that his brain short circuits”? If you don’t want to write for all of them, then maybe you could do Baby and Abs (separately)?

;KPOP DEMON HUNTERS SAJA BOYS - Too Pretty

Saja Boys (separate) x Reader 2.5k words silly, fluff Being a demon's soft spot has its benefits. Who would've thought?

i'm so glad you like the way I write them!! this prompt sounded so fun, I just had to try my hand at it, thank you!

this also served as a way for me to slowly figure out how I'd like to characterize the other members o7 I tried to keep the relationship vague enough to be read as whatever people want, so hope that comes across well enough. also also, dont let these dramatic edgy idols fool you, all drabbles end up being silly and cute

JINU

"Are you even listening, Jinu?"

He is, of course. But he'd rather not, especially when you're getting worked up over nothing; so much for escaping an endless cycle of torture in the underworld, he now has to deal with a brand new mess, pacing behind him like a madman. By now, you've probably noticed the monotonous and non-committal answers he's been giving on loop.

"Uh-huh," Jinu's eyes never stray from the notebook in front of him, attempting to come up with a better verse for an upcoming song. And he knows he's fucked up when he hears you groan, stomping towards him.

"Okay, okay. Maybe I stopped listening abooout ... five or ten minutes ago, who's counting, but--"

Your hand comes into view, fast as lighting, and he can only look as you snatch the notebook away from him. Great, awesome.

There goes the perfect verse in his head. He remains frozen for a moment, the hand holding a pen still hovering over the now empty spot on his desk until your voice reaches him once more.

"If you're not going to listen, at least tell me so I don't waste my time talking to you."

Jinu slouches in his seat, raising both hands to cover his face, before sliding them upwards to slick back his hair in a feeble attempt at regaining his composure. You can't even see him from this angle, his back turned to you, but he still rolls his eyes.

You want to argue? Get it out of your system? Fine, he can give you the fight you want.

In one swift motion, his position changes; now he's straddling the chair, a powerplay he's come to master after bickering with his own band for so long, eyes closed as he prepares to deliver a devastating comeback to rile you up. But when he looks up, the golden glow in his eyes wavers--you're standing so close in front of him, looking down at his seated form with your arms crossed, as if daring him to speak.

He doesn't, and you tilt forwards, hair cascading over him so that the only thing he can focus is your face in this one-sided glaring contest.

Jinu has seen you at your best and your worst, but this is the first time he's found himself at the other end of your undivided attention and anger. It is as intimidating as it is alluring. What are you doing to him? Is this allowed? His neck feels hot, his face feels hot. The room feels like it's on fire, but not the same type of hellfire he's grown used to; it's a different sort of warmth, equal parts shame and pleasure as he takes in the sight. His lips part without him noticing, whispering ever so gently.

"Pretty ..."

"What was that?" Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Shitty. I said you look. Shitty. As in, you look like shit. Being angry isn't doing you any favors, you know? You should get some rest, okay. Byeee."

Without giving you any time to react, Jinu fumbles over his words, trips over your furniture and he stumbles out of your apartment in a rush, almost breaking into a sprint for the elevator. It's only when the doors close that he allows himself to breathe in and out, finally noticing the extra passenger inside with him. His bird companion chirps smugly, and Jinu groans into his palms.

"I don't want to talk about it."

ROMANCE

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Romance scoffs at your words, still refusing to leave his room. All the heart shaped decorations seem to mock him as he leans his full weight against the door, easily preventing you from entering no matter how hard you try to rattle the doorknob.

Both of you find yourself at the edge of an argument, and the decision to escalate things lies solely on his hands. He knows this because he can practically hear the affection in your words, even as you whine and tell him to get over himself to talk to you, face to face. That alone is enough to make Romance's chest tighten--no matter how many times he does this, this game of push and pull, you still make sure to chase after him time and time again.

Surely you must be reaching your breaking point; nobody is strong enough to withstand this much heartbreak. Maybe if he tries a little harder, you'll realize that there's nothing good in a future with him.

All he has to do is stay silent and wait for you to leave.

"Then what did you mean?" His voice is whiny, it always is. But you always insist that you love that about him, the way he feels so deeply about everything.

"You really want to argue about something like this?" You're right, you usually are--he's making things difficult when he's not even officially yours. "Well, I don't. So you can call me once you've cooled off."

And just like that, it's quiet; there's no more pressure pushing against him from the other side of the door, no more cutesy nicknames and attempts at coercing him out. Romance's heart drops, and he practically claws his way out, torn between cursing you out for proving him right and leaving, or begging you to take him back and sort everything out as if he hadn't been the one to start this. He's taken only a single step out of the threshold of his sanctuary when your smile greets him--you're leaning casually against the door frame, pretending to inspect your nails.

"So, are you done brooding all by yourself, handsome?"

That playful grin renders Romance speechless; the contrast of your casual attitude against his frenzied panic is impossible to ignore, he's gone through all five stages of grief in under a minute while your trust in him never wavered. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder because there's a glint in your eyes that tugs at his heartstrings, wild strands of hair that he'd love to twirl in his fingers and kiss ever so gently. Romance knows that you'll let him if he asks for permission, and a knot forms in his throat, face flushed bright pink.

"No." It's all he manages to squeak out before closing the door once more.

"Rommie! Are you mad at me or not?!"

"I don't??? Know??? I need a moment! Just stay there!"

ABBY

"That's the last time I take you anywhere. You can't just pick a fight like that, Abby!" Abby sinks even deeper into the plush cushions of the couch as you continue to scold him, as if his sulking and his silence could single-handedly help him win this argument.

He's already found himself a comfortable spot, but you're still fussing about the living room, throwing your shoes to the side, sending your jacket flying onto the backrest of the sofa, pausing to drink and slamming the glass on the counter a little harder than necessary. Abby knows better than to try and stop you, so he stays put, waiting for his opening.

"What if anyone saw? Did you even think about that? The amount of trouble you'd be in?"

Those are all very good questions that he never bothered to consider; in fact, he still refuses to think about the consequences. There's no point in doing so when you managed to pull him away before he could do any damage to anyone, or to his own reputation as an idol.

"Like they'd even care," Abby huffs, trying to blow a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Just catching a glimpse of us outside is enough to make everyone turn a blind eye, it's almost too easy to work the crowd. One flex of these guns and any broken noses will be totally forgotten."

He makes an attempt to flex said guns, but he finds you looming over him from behind the couch, your grasp on his wrists as steady as death. There is a wild look in your expression, one he can't quite understand, but he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from you. Getting to play the part of guard dog for you comes as easy as breathing, Abby can't get enough of the little tells that give you away, letting him know that you enjoy his antics--but it never crossed his mind that the tables could be reversed like this.

"Fine, let me put it this way! What if you got in trouble or worse, what if you got hurt? Ever thought of that one? Just because you're an all mighty demon doesn't mean you're--"

"You're hot when you're mad." He blurts out.

"I--What?"

A chance to rectify his mistake is presented to him, and he immediately pivots away from it when you blink your pretty eyes at him in confusion. "I said that you're hot when you're--"

"I heard you the first time, Abby. It's just--were you listening to what I was saying?" Okay, this is his chance to steer the conversation back on track. It's very easy, he just has to--

"If I say no, will you scold me some more?"

"Oh my God. Abby. Nevermind."

MYSTERY

Arguing with you is a rare occurrence.

But so is speaking to you, or engaging in any sort of conversation at all with anyone. This is one of the many perks that came with his role as the cool, mysterious and aloof member of the Saja Boys; anything he didn't feel like addressing could be easily swept under the rug and left ignored for centuries. This had been Mystery's modus operandi for years, and he wasn't planning on changing it any time soon.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite, filling the silence he often sought so desperately, until your voice became background noise in his life, a constant, confusing and somewhat comforting presence that simply followed him around.

Mystery still remembers the first time he deigned himself to reply, something off-handed that didn't matter at all, and yet you clung to his every word and went the extra mile to include him in your one-sided talks. It took a long time for the demon to get used to this, and an even longer time to acknowledge the fact that he enjoys the sound of your laughter, way better than the miserable voices crawling in the back of his mind.

Which is why the claustrophobic and oppressive silence lingering in the room irks him to no end. You're supposed to be talking, not playing hard to get or ignoring him over a stupid argument; the way you brush past him, barely acknowledging his existence as you go about your day is getting under his skin in ways he never knew were possible.

And then, for a fleeting second, you meet his gaze--this moment lasts for an eternity in his eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to seize the opportunity and break the ice, but before he can get a single word out, you turn around and begin to scroll through your phone. That's the last straw.

Mystery stands up and forces himself into your peripheral, hands firmly planted on the wall, trapping you in.

For the first time in forever, he wants to scream, to bark, to growl and give you a piece of his mind. But when he sees the way you awkwardly avoid his gaze, fiddling with your hands and standing at your tiptoes, Mystery relents and his frustration is replaced with something else; endearment. You're still wearing his merch, one of the very first shirts the Saja Boys released long ago with his name written on it, you're still attempting to hide from him despite knowing there's nowhere in the world you could go without him finding you.

Slowly, Mystery raises a hand towards you, enjoying your half-hearted attempt at shaking him off, pretending to bite the air near him.

And then he pinches your nose. "Cute."

After that, he leaves. You'll come around when you feel like it.

BABY

"You went too far this time, there was no need to get so personal back there."

"That's the entire point of dissing someone, duh. So, was it good? Did you like it?" Baby kicks his feet, hands cupping his cheeks to make himself look as innocent as possible. "I didn't know I could rhyme that many words with 'cunt' but it was soooo fun! Right, right?"

"Baby!"

Tsk. Guess it's the hard way today. That cute expression quickly turns into a scowl and he makes a bee-line for the fridge, if only to find something to drink and distract himself with.

He blows bubbles into the silly straw, sulking in the kitchen. "What? They got what they deserved. What kind of idiot would challenge me to a rap battle if they can't take the heat? Hellooooo, it's Baby Saja we're talking about."

"But it was a friendly thing, you turned it into a massacre for no reason."

"Heh," he knows he shouldn't, but he snickers to himself anyway. "Guess I did, huh? What, do you wanna have a go in their place?"

This is how Baby likes to play, to earn a reaction and entertain himself if only for a little--but you always know better than to play into his shenanigans. And you also know how to get a message through his thick skull, something that continues to astonish him to this day.

Baby continues to sip away on his drink as you busy yourself, fully believing himself to be the victor of this round. But dread starts to make its presence known deep in his chest as he sees you slowly gathering your things--this isn't how things usually go, you always stay the night at his place to keep him company, watching horrible romcoms, eating snacks and falling asleep at 5 a.m.

So why were you leaving?

"Hey, hey. Woaaah! Are you really going to ditch me because I got a little mean to some rando? That's so unfair." The look you give him is enough for his act to crumble, and Baby groans dramatically before hurrying to your side, tugging onto the hem of your sleeves. "Stay here! Pleeeeeeaase? I'll behave next time!"

It doesn't work; you pinch his cheeks and pull, stretching them like mochi. Your voice is stern, even after you let go. "You're old enough to know that what you have to say is 'sorry,' Baby. But if you want to beg for forgiveness, you'll have to try a little harder than that."

Shit. So much for being unfair, the tone of your voice and that look in your eye are more than enough to get all the thoughts in his mind twisted up--Baby hates when you don't indulge him, but even he has to admit that he loves that stubborn streak in you.

"What? Cat got your tongue? I know you well enough by now, there's no way you have nothing to say."

You never waver, meeting his eyes with the same intensity, running a hand through your hair. Baby's mouth turns into a fine line, followed by a pout. If he says anything right now, he'll most likely end up digging his own grave. You look SUPER hot right now, is that good enough to make up and get you to stay? Something like that would most likely earn him the silent treatment for a week.

"Sssssssorry ..."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it--"

"...for being soooo damn good at my job. Like it's my fault?"

"I'll see you tomorrow Baby."

"Aw, c'mon!"

[yan-randomfandom]

Heyyy! I was wondering if you could do yandere saja boys x reader where the reader hangs out with a guy and they get very jealous

Yandere!Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; the day im satisfied with writing a yan!saja boys and/or yan!huntrix one shot is the day i'll retire because this is still lacking 💔

warnings; uncomfortable, stalking, possessive behavior, more spotlight on Abby! no Jinu here, sry!

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That's weird.

You're not anywhere in your house. You haven't responded to their messages yet.

"Think they finally had enough of us?" Baby mutters, looking through your snack drawer—nothing of interest—before closing it harshly than intended. The loud bang echoes in the empty kitchen.

Abby narrows his eyes as he looks through the window. The sun is going to set soon. "That can't be right. Maybe they went to buy something."

"Without telling us?" Mystery growls, his fingers fidgeting together. Well, it's not like you need to tell them every action you'll do. He's not even sure himself why he's so irritated.

After all, they were already planning to take your soul after the whole thing is over. But now that he's thinking of it again, the idea doesn't feel so good anymore...

The front door suddenly squeals open. All of them turn, expecting you, but instead meet Romance's face.

"Don't look so disappointed," Romance scoffs with an eyebrow raise. "I found the human. Come on."

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First, they felt relief, then anger, then sadness, then nothing.

They found you alone, as Romance said you were, but then you started laughing. Your gentle laughter stopped them from getting any closer. A smile curls on your lips as your eyes consistently follow something.

"What?" Romance mutters, confusion scrunching his face. They can't see well from this angle—but they can't move either without being seen.

"I told you it's slippery," you snicker, walking over and extending your hand. Ah. So you weren't alone. "Come on. I'll help you up, I guess."

"Thanks," a voice replies, matching your energy, causing all of the boys to glance at each other. They watch as a hand takes yours. "I guess."

The person gets up—a man. Not a demon, but a human. Standing too close to you and still holding your hand. Or maybe it was just a normal distance, and time felt like forever watching you touch that thing—but, oh, Gwi-Ma. They feel like boiling their human forms.

You finally let go of him, using your hand to fish your phone out of your pocket. A frown snakes across your lips after a while. "Oh, no."

"Oh no?" your friend asks, tilting his head. "Is something wrong?"

You begin chewing your bottom lip, looking around. "No, uh, not really. But I have to go now. Nice catching up with you, man!"

"Aw, really?" he says, glancing at his phone. "Oh. It is pretty late. Isn't your apartment like right over there? I can—"

"There you are!"

You and your friend turn your heads, both of your eyes widening for entirely different reasons.

Abby approaches you with a charming smile, settling an arm over your shoulders. He hums as he takes a good, innocent look at your companion. "Who's this?"

"Saja— Abs—Abby? From Saja Boys?! Uh, I mean— Hi! So nice to meet you!" An unexpected blush blooms over your friend's face. He glances at you with nervousness and fascination before bowing his head.

Your friend shows off a crooked grin. He's a big fan already; he told you moments ago how he had Soda Pop on loop. You huff and remove Abby's arm from your shoulder, barely able to hold your flinch at the way he looked offended.

You gaze at Abby in anticipation.

Abby immediately gets the hint and masks himself. "Oh, a fan! Thank you for your support!"

They took a picture, Abby did his autograph, all the while giving him fanservice with his abs. Your friend giggles cheerfully as they shake their hands goodbye. You didn't miss the way Abby wiped his hand on his shirt when your friend wasn't looking.

"Take care!" you call to him, waving a hand before turning to a blank-faced Abby.

He stares at you humorlessly.

You blink, avoiding his eyes. "Uh, hey. Sorry about... not replying. I ran out of—"

Abby chuckles, smiles like he wasn't just judging your entire being, and shakes his head. He returns to draping his arm around your shoulder protectively. "No need to explain. We're glad you're safe. Let's go home."

Your brows furrow as Abby guides your walk. We're? We?

It's an obvious thing that once a member is involved, all of them are. Just... where are the others? Abby is the only one here.

You stray your eyes, landing on a window.

In the dim reflection, three pairs of glowing, golden eyes point at you in the distance. Ah. There they are. Watching, waiting.

Ugh. You look away. Jinu's never this level of creepy. He's not present again, as always.

You don't notice Abby nodding his head curtly next to you.

— need .. need to include more horrors..... ngl I'm stuck between funny or horrific yan!saja boys ,,

— also if you're wondering why Jinu isn't here, I just prefer not to include him in general! yeah my bad, in my other fics he's just kinda hanging around

— why's it so hard for me to write yandere (says the yandere blog)

[rainrot4me]

How would they react if reader wanted to cockwarm them 👀

Also your writing is absolutely gorgeous hello how come you’re not famous 💅

✦ . jeff the killer

He freezes at first—like his brain short-circuits and has to reboot. You say it so casually and he’s suddenly sweating bullets.

“Wait… You mean—you’re just gonna sit there? No moving? Just…?”

You nod sweetly.

His pupils blow wide. He pretends he’s unaffected, but his whole body is trembling the entire time. He’s trying so hard to play it cool, teeth clenched, fists balled, until you lean forward and kiss his neck like you’ve done nothing wrong.

“You’re evil,” he rasps. “Actual demon. I love you.”

Neither of you can hold still for more than 3 minutes.

✦ . ticci toby

Instant flustered mess. He twitches, stammers, and stares at you like you just cursed him.

“Wait, what? You wanna—like—me stay in you? But we’re…not…?”

You just hum and rest your head on his chest.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. All that stimulation and no movement? He melts into you, his hands gripping your waist like it’s the only thing grounding him. The overstimulation rides the line between panic and pure affection.

“This is gonna kill me,” he whines. “You’re literally gonna-a kill me.”

You last 8 minutes before you both get too touchy.

✦ . eyeless jack

He pauses. Tilts his head, calculating your tone.

“You sure?” he murmurs. “That’s… intense.”

Jack sees it as sacred—bonding, not just indulgence. Once he’s convinced you’re not teasing, he folds you against his chest and lets the silence stretch. His hands move up and down your back like he’s memorizing the shape of your soul.

“Tell me when it’s too much,” he says softly. “Or not enough.”

You stay there for what feels like hours. Breathing in sync. Nothing rushed. Just…together.

Total time: 1 hour 14 minutes.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

You say it and he immediately scowls.

“Seriously? You wanna do that? You know how torturous that is?”

But the moment you climb on, he grips your hips tight. You see it in his eyes—the tension, the hunger, the way he’s dying not to move.

He growls in your ear, voice low and dangerous:

“You better enjoy this, because I’m gonna ruin you when it’s over.”

But he doesn’t push. He lets you have your silence. And the longer you stay like that, the more you feel his breathing even out… his arms slowly wrapping around you tighter than before.

You last 14 minutes before letting him take over.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

He doesn’t react at first. Just blinks slowly behind the mask.

“That’s what you want?” he murmurs. “You don’t want anything else?”

You shake your head and settle in his lap. His gloved hands wrap around your thighs like a cage—steady, silent, sure. He doesn’t need to speak. His body says everything.

There’s something sacred in it. Something his.

He nestles his forehead against yours and whispers, “Then don’t go anywhere. Stay with me.”

Easily 45 minutes.

✦ . ben drowned

Your words short-circuit him. He blinks rapidly, flush creeping up his neck.

“Y-You wanna just—just sit there?? Like—no movement at all? That’s so…”

He swallows.

“Hot. Terrifying. But hot.”

He tries to play it cool, but his pixelated nerves are fried. He whines when you get comfortable, trying to stay still even though you’re being sweet.

“You’re such a menace,” he grumbles. “A persistent menace. I’m obsessed with you.”

He lasts 16 minutes before begging you to move.

✦ . laughing jack

At first? Confusion.

“Is this one of those new-age things? Some kinda weird kink challenge?”

But when you explain—no, it’s just closeness, just stillness—his grin falters.

“Oh…”

He softens, surprisingly. Like you cracked through something lonely inside him. He hums a little circus tune as you curl against him.

“I’ve never done quiet love before,” he whispers. “You’re ruining me. I love it.”

And he stays still. For you. For as long as you need.

Surprisingly, 52 minutes.

✦ . slenderman

He tilts his head, unreadable. But something shifts in the air—like gravity settling around you.

“A tether,” he says. “You wish to anchor us.”

You nod. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t ask more. Just takes you into his arms and folds his tendrils protectively around you. The act becomes something cosmic. Timeless.

He doesn’t speak again. But in the stillness, you feel it:

I am yours. And you are mine. Entirely.

We have a winner: 2 hours.

꩜ .ᐟ

[ashthesalamipiece]

This might be a bit specific but I’d like to request a fic where reader and Bakugou have twin boys who are already teenagers in like high school age (they can have more if you want, but these two are the oldest ones) where one of them does nicely academically, behaves properly, never disobeys his parents and the other —who’s the younger twin— is the complete opposite, basically a teenage Bakugou who likes to revolt and worry his mom and dad.

Anyway, it would go something like this; it’s like in the middle of a school night, maybe 2 to 3pm and reader feels like something is wrong and goes to check on her children finding out that the younger twin sneaked out. She wakes Bakugou up and they wait for him while he tries to calm her worries down. When he gets home they bicker until it turns into a full argument, both guys are screaming at each other and the son lets something out about how he thinks reader is not a good mother, that he hates her and that she favors his brother more (something like that) she has to hold her husband down for him not to jump on their kid and he runs to his room, she calms the man down and goes to talk to her boy and they talk, even with him being reluctant at first he apologizes and things turn out fine, but he was kind of an asshole still so she can’t help but cry when it’s just her and Bakugou.

I’m so sorry if this is too much I just needed to get it out of my mind, it will be totally fine if you prefer to ignore this love your writing💕

Thank you so much♡

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"We’re Still Learning"

Bakugou x Reader | Family Drama | Angst & Comfort | Long One-Shot

It was 2:46 AM when you woke up, heart pounding for no clear reason.

You sat up in bed, eyes scanning the dark room. Katsuki slept beside you, one arm stretched across your side protectively, his face soft in sleep — a rare sight. But something gnawed at your chest. An itch in your ribs. A mother’s instinct.

You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and padded down the hallway. First stop: the twins’ room.

The older one, Haru, was sound asleep, arm flung over his head, mouth slightly open. But the other bed — Kaito’s — was empty.

Blankets pulled back. Window slightly cracked.

Your stomach dropped.

You rushed back into the room and shook Katsuki awake. “Katsuki—wake up.”

He jolted up immediately, eyes sharp even in half-sleep. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Kaito’s gone.”

It only took two words.

He was out of bed in seconds, tugging on a hoodie, checking the hallway, the back door, the garage. You called his phone. No answer.

“God, what if something happened to him—what if he’s out with those older kids again—”

“Oi, stop,” Bakugou growled gently, grabbing your shoulders. “Breathe, baby. We’ll wait. He’ll come back. You know he always does.”

But your mind spiraled. Kaito had been distant lately. Angry. Cold. He snapped more. He was only fifteen, but it felt like he carried the weight of the world on his back and refused to let anyone help.

You sat on the couch, fingers twisted in your shirt. Katsuki sat beside you, holding your hand, his grip steady but firm.

“I should’ve seen this coming,” you whispered.

“Tch. Don’t start blamin’ yourself for his shit. We’re doin’ our best.”

You didn’t answer. You just stared at the clock.

3:38 AM.

The front door creaked open.

Kaito stepped inside, hoodie up, earbuds in, expression hard.

You shot to your feet. “Kaito—!”

“Don’t start,” he muttered, brushing past you.

Bakugou’s voice cracked through the room like thunder. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Out.”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat. Do you know what time it is?! Your mom's been losin’ it over here!”

“Yeah, well, what else is new?” Kaito said, loud. “It’s not like she actually listens when I’m here anyway.”

You blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You only care about Haru. You always have,” he snapped, voice rising. “He gets better grades, he talks more, he’s easier, right? So why would you ever wanna deal with me?”

“What?! Kaito—”

“I hate coming home to this! I hate how you look at me like I’m always the problem!”

Bakugou surged forward, voice like a war drum. “You don’t talk to her like that—”

“Or what?!” Kaito shouted back, stepping toward him. “You’ll hit me?! Do it! Just get it over with!”

“Katsuki—!” You grabbed your husband around the waist, stopping him before he lunged. His muscles were coiled, trembling with restraint, jaw clenched so tight you could hear it creak.

“Let me go,” he growled.

“No,” you whispered. “Don’t be that kind of father.”

Kaito’s eyes widened—not in fear, but in challenge. But when he realized you weren’t letting go, that Katsuki wasn’t going to blow, he scoffed and turned on his heel.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I should’ve stayed gone.”

He slammed the door behind him.

---

Ten minutes passed before Katsuki finally moved. He sat down hard on the couch, hands on his knees, breathing heavy. You knelt in front of him, touching his face.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No. I’m sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I almost lost it. He said that shit about you and I just—”

You kissed his knuckles. “I know. You were protecting me. But he’s hurting. I need to go talk to him.”

“I don’t know how you’re so calm.”

“I’m not,” you said, standing. “But I’m his mom. If I fall apart, he’ll never learn how to put himself back together.”

---

You knocked softly before entering Kaito’s room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, staring at the floor.

“Can I come in?”

Shrug.

You walked in anyway.

Silence.

“I don’t love Haru more,” you said quietly. “I love you both. Differently. Equally. But I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.”

He scoffed. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you said, kneeling in front of him. “You said you hate me.”

He flinched. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Then what did you mean?”

He stayed quiet for a long time.

“I don’t know,” he muttered eventually. “I just… I always feel like I’m messing up. And you’re always disappointed. Even when you’re not saying anything, it’s just… there. In your face.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Kaito, I’m not disappointed in you. I’m scared. Because I see you pulling away and I don’t know how to reach you.”

His eyes welled up. “You don’t get it.”

“Then help me understand.”

He wiped his face angrily with his sleeve. “I don’t know how to not be angry all the time.”

Your heart shattered. “You’re allowed to feel angry. But you’re not allowed to use that anger to hurt the people who love you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just… I feel so lost.”

You wrapped your arms around him, and for a moment, he let himself be held.

“I’ve got you,” you said. “We’ve got you. Even when you’re lost.”

---

Later, when the house was quiet again, you crawled back into bed beside Katsuki. He was awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“How is he?” he asked.

You let out a breath. “Better. Still angry. Still hurt. But… he apologized.”

He turned toward you, pulling you into his chest. “You’re too good at this,” he mumbled.

You didn’t answer.

Because the moment his arms wrapped around you, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled. You buried your face in his shirt and cried quietly—out of relief, exhaustion, and heartbreak.

Katsuki stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re not perfect,” you whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.”

He held you tighter. “None of us do. But we’re not quittin’. Ever.”

And in that moment, with the weight of the night settling over you both, you realized something: being a parent didn’t mean having all the answers. It just meant loving your kids enough to keep showing up.

Even when it’s 3 AM.

Even when it hurts.

Even when they say they hate you.

You’d still be there.

Always.

[3rizu]

Soft Kisses

He’d hold you tight as you both slept together sometimes he’d wake up because you had gotten up to use the restroom or get water either way you’d get dragged back into bed with him

If you have pets he tries his hardest to befriend them and once they like him he feels like he’s on top of the world he will even buy them stupid outfits and maybe even some treats

He likes looking at you eyes full of love and adoration for you friends and family can tell that he is completely smitten which they aren’t wrong though if you catch him he plays it off

If you like collecting things like rocks, mugs, etc he will always buy you some if he is able to and if he knows you’ll like it sometimes does it when you’re angry at him

He’s adamant on never falling asleep while you’re both angry at each other it happened once and he felt a horrible pit in his stomach the entire night

He loves learning little things about you like how you like certain drinks, how you like doing your bed a specific way, etc he makes sure to write them down so he can remember

He hates when other women come up to him while he’s clearly with you so sometimes he just tells them to fuck off

He grins like a weirdo when he catches other men staring at you since he knows all they can do is look while he has you all to himself day and night

If you watch shows like Love Island he’ll stand by the couch or the bed watching then refusing when you say to sit down so he can watch best believe you find him watching it on his own time

He feels absolutely betrayed when you watch a show ahead even though you were watching it together he even goes and “cries” in the bathroom while showering

When you ask him if you can do his make up he says no… a couple minutes later you’re doing your entire routine on him after begging continuously

He likes watching you do your makeup he mostly does it so he can see if you’re running out of something if he sees that you are he goes out and buys it for you

If you like gardening best believe he is doing everything in his power to help you if it means watering them or planting them

If you like playing games he’ll always play with you when possible sometimes even adds you on his team with his other friends if you’re good he’s continuously praising you but if you’re not he doesn’t mind carrying

He seems to always know what you want for your birthday or Christmas even if you never remember mentioning it

He will watch a show you keep talking about so that he can happily have a conversation with you about the plot or the plot twist

If you’re chubby he pecking kisses everywhere because he absolutely loved every single part of you it doesn’t matter how you look to him you’re the prettiest women roaming the earth

He also loves taking pictures of you especially where you’re unaware of the ring that is behind you he’ll even place it in your hand or on your finger as you sleep

He’s sometimes acts like a complete pervert he once shamelessly stared at your ass/boobs in public and immediately got scolded by a group of girls which apologized when you said he was your boyfriend

He is very tuned in when you start telling him gossip doesn’t matter from where can be from your work, friends, family etc

꧁✰❤︎︎✰꧂ - NSFW

If he is playing and you’re needy he’ll sit you on his lap with your legs spread open while his hand plays with your pussy

He likes eating you out whether you shave or not he’s still diving between your legs because he does not care

If you want to hold his hand meanwhile you’re going at it he’ll chuckle but hold your hand since he finds it sweet

Since he likes to look at you best believe you’re almost never going into position where he can’t look at your face though if you’re too shy for it he doesn’t mind switching positions

He’s quite handsy whether you have big or small boobs same with your ass he’s grabbing at it all even if it might seem like there’s nothing to grab

Sometimes while you ride him he’s grabbing your hips and looking at you like a lovesick puppy especially if you’re overstimulating him

He makes a particular sound right before he cums so you always know when he’s gonna cum you mentioned it once and he just smirks

He sometimes can’t kiss you while going at it since he claims he’ll cum too fast he did in fact cum too fast the first time you guys had sex though he made up for it

He is like preacherboy whether your pussy is washed up or not he is diving in between them legs with the same amount of excitement

He loves watching as you cum the look on your face as he says is the most ethereal and beautiful look he has ever seen

If you don’t know how to give a blowjob he’s teaching you exactly how he likes it if you do know though the outcome is the same right after he’s cum he starts fingering your pussy returning the favor

He once walked in on you masturbating though you were completely embarrassed he grabbed the nearby toy and slowly shoved it in and out while his other hand paid attention to your clit

He has in fact jerked off to the thought of you which you know from him telling you and catching him on your bed whimpering your name while his hand was wrapped around his cock

He once walked into the bathroom while you were showering to piss but was unable to since he ended up getting hard the thought of you on the other side naked and wet was enough for him

He was able to make it exactly 2 weeks into NNN before he saw you laying in bed doing nothing he then popped a boner and immediately asked if you would help him

Though if you’re waiting for marriage best believe the wedding night was insane he almost left the bed like Edward and Bella during their honeymoon

He once made you squirt all over him because he just kept going at it even though his fingers were cramping he was headstrong on getting you to squirt

A/N: you can picture this as whoever you want there is no one in particular I wrote this about

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[lovejongseob]

Hi! I’m pretty sure this is my first time requesting, and I just want to say that I absolutely love your writing and I’ve been obsessed with your blog for a good while now!Since summer has officially started for me, can I request some beach/summer headcannons for Jongseob? Can be either sfw or nsfw or both.

Also, could I be 🦔 anon?

Jongseob Summer Hcs

AAAAHHHH TYSM !! YOURE SO SWEET !! 🩷💕 And ofc, Thank you sm for requesting, I hope you enjoy !! NEVER TRYING SOMETHING NEW EVER AGAIN BRO OMG

Sfw

Jongseob would love swimming with you, in a pool, lake, beach, or anywhere. He appreciates a good amount of messing around and slight rough housing. Splashes you with water, then dunks his head under so you can't get him. When he's not playing with you, he really likes to just hug you. Loves how soft your body feels when it's pressed against him under the water. Holds you for as long as you'll let him.

That's not to say he isn't a fan of the beach specifically, however. He likes putting your towels right next to each other, collecting seashells he thinks you'd like, and has cherished memories with you there. He really appreciates the moments when it was just you two alone on the beach at night, or sunbathing together while talking about various interests.

No matter how high the temperature gets, Jongseob is still clinging to you. Reaching out for you when you move away in the middle of the night, or throwing his body on yours as soon as you sit, he's doing it all and more. During hot summers, you often find yourself tangled within Jongseob's grasp, a fan working overtime in front of you both. He'll bring out icepacks if you really complain about the heat, but it's hard to keep doing so when he looks that good with water droplets running down the side of his face and neck.

As many ice cream dates as possible. Jongseob likes walking together with intertwined hands, aimlessly chatting, and comfortably moving because you both already know where to go. Loves when you feed it to him, placing the spoon up to his mouth while leaning over slightly, or teasingly pressing the ice cream against his lips. Might ask for a kiss after to warm them back up. Softly wipes anything away from your face, might be a little flirty if he's feeling bold that day.

Nsfw

Maybe just a little crazy about fucking you in a pool. He'd sarcastically describe himself as the strongest, so he really likes how he can now lift you up and against his hips. He's still so whiny and shaky, hiding his face in your neck or chest, and begging for you to let him come. Jongseob loves how you hold onto him, and enjoys being a form of support in a way. Into how the water splashes with every movement.

So many summer nights with Jongseob have ended with hurriedly making out and desperately fucking eachother. Sometimes you just get bored, and the days can be so long, you and Jongseob are just trying to make the most of it. It usually just starts with teasing kisses, until you're humping each other through light clothes, and edging him to see how long you can make this last.

If either of you are traveling for the summer, he's calling you as much as he can. More often than not, it's lighthearted and pure, but he just misses you so much, he can't help but feel heavy when he hears your voice. Loves video calls, and when you show him what you're wearing to swim that day, he can't handle it anymore. Jongseob's so embarrassed while asking you if he can touch himself, but he looks so cute, saying please and thank you, blushing so much, eyes not moving an inch from where you are on his screen.

He's so pretty, shyly moving his camera down to show you how hard he is when you ask. Softly palming himself through his clothes, but you can already hear Jongseob's breathy whines and whimpers from the other side. He takes it out when you slide your swim bottoms down, and you really wish you were there to see him in person, to see how he was roughly moving his hand up and down himself, but hear how pathetic and loud his moans and pleas sounded.

genuinely you're so kind !! thank you so so much, your words make me very happy. i hope you have a lovely summer, 🦔 !! BTWWW pathetic is used in the most affectionate way, i love pathetic people and sounds. (freak ?) depressing ass music is playing while writing smut again and it is messing with me 🙏 thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it !! <3 doing a slightly diff set up w the images, kinda nervous

[gaintsnowflake]

❆ ONE LAST KISS

PAIRING : jason todd x gn!reader

ONESHOT : he appeared at your doorstep, broken and tattered, just like he use to

A/N : hurt with LITTLE comfort. mainly hurt tho. just like my heart writing it because how does one capture the yearning of this brooding man??

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      WORDS lose their meaning as you as he stood in front of you, suit tattered, mask off, face bloodied and bruised. Months of silence broken. Anger and hatred were both things you told yourself you felt for him before, yet as his breath trembles nothing but concern attaches itself to your body. 

      “Hey,” the quiver of his voice reminded you of who he really is. A broken boy who’s lost too much. 

      “Please don’t tell me that’s your blood.”

      His silence was all you needed to pull him into your small apartment. Closing the door behind him as he stumbled to the couch. He hadn’t looked much different than a newborn animal as he huffed, something that was never meant to fight in these wars.

     Months had passed and yet not a thing seemingly changed in your moth-eaten apartment. The same grungy walls that peeled away everytime the two of you argued. The same mangy couch you watched him read on every night. The timeworn coffee table you would sit every time he came home like this. Broken just beyond repair. The same coffee table you’d sit now, for the first time in months, staring into his drained eyes. 

    “Where’s the worst?” Your voice was softer than it needed to be, as if he’d break if you spoke too loosely.

    “My side,” he groaned as he shifted to show you a large gash, it was ugly. Deep. Something personal.

    His labored breathing and soft groans is what brings you back from staring at his side. Only for you to reach under the table, your dusty medical kit there from all those months ago, waiting for his ghost to appear on night like this. You don’t even need to ask for him to remove his armoured top, for when you look back up at him it's the same shirtless body you use to sleep atop of. Just with a few new scars and bruises, new stories he used to tell. 

     “Why didn’t you go home? Alfred could have done better than me… hell even Bruce could have,” your voice still quiet as you lean in to disinfect the area around the wound, your hands moving as his body wasn’t a distant memory. Not caring to be too gentle, you pressed harder, causing him to curse and flinch. “Sorry.”

     “No you’re not.” 

     “No, I’m not.”

     Silence, a familiar one, consumed the two of you as you began to stitch his deep wounds. Threading moving in and out of his thick skin. You leaned onto his chest just enough you can feel the pitters of his heart. Still there, still strong, still him. The pattern a reminder of all the times you’d kiss his wounds better, of all the times you found yourself curled next to him shielding him from his demons. With every hiss you remind yourself that throughout all the pain he caused you at the end of it all, he was still the same man you met all those years ago. 

     And despite it all, he watched you the whole time. Those eyes— cobalt and crushed— soft the way only a soldier’s could be. Like you were something sacred.

     When you finished the last stitch, you placed a cool rag overtop them moving to a tiny cut on his chin. Leaning further as you tilted his head. His breath warmed against your hand as you disinfected it.

     “You have a lot of nerve coming here, you know?” You attempted to hold an angry glare, yet his eyes were so broken, you couldn’t piece together enough anger in you.

     “I’m sorry, I just… it was instinct.” The whine in his voice was all you needed to hear.

     “Jay- Jason. I know you’re sorry. But that doesn’t change how it ended. That doesn’t change that we agreed to not talk. It doesn’t change it,” your breath hallowed as you moved his chin upward, for him to truly look into the depths of your eyes. “As much as you need it too.”

     “One last kiss,” His hand finally reached up to hold yours. “Please.”

     You shook your head, before dipping forward to kiss the cut on his chin. When you pulled away all you could see was the pleading eyes, before placing your lips on his. 

     It felt familiar. It felt like home. His whine as you pushed your tongue just barely over his capped upper lip was more heartwarming than you could remember. Before you could feel that time slowing feeling and your heart in your throat, you forced yourself to pull away. Before you were too far gone.

     It took you a few moments to open your eyes, moving your body away. Throwing a bloody rag at him, closing the first aid. Feeling the ache of his eyes on your being as you walked away. 

    “You can stay the night,” you whispered, not daring to look back, knowing his yearns would break every ounce of discipline in your body, “But this is the last time Jason. I mean it. Next time I won’t open the door.”

     This time, you walked away from him. For the first and last time, you walked away first.

     By the time you woke up, the towel and spare blanket was left perfectly folded on that neglected coffee table. Along with a note, only displaying the words “THANK YOU.”

[rhettrosunsets]

Those Eyes - Petals And Protection Series| Boblena X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Reynolds X Fem! Floral Powered Reader X Yelena Belova (Boblena X Reader)

Category: Fluff! Lots of it!

Summary: You used to hate the silence, but now you find joy in it in the soft domestic mornings you share with your partners, getting to see side's of them that only you three will ever see.

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Read More Of The Petals And Protection Series Here!

Word Count: 829

Warnings: Mentions of canon Marvel type violence, no use of Y/N, no mention of what reader looks like, reader wears Bob's sweatshirt, mentions of bruises from missions.

Notes: I love this grouping so much, and I've had a really shitty day, so I wanted to write something super fluffy with these three. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do :)

The tower was quiet,

Not in an eerie hospital kind of way, no, rather, a way you can now find enjoyment in, unlike before when silence felt like a punishment. The kind of stillness that reminded you of locked doors and flickering fluorescent lights.

No, this was completely different than that, this silence was safe, gentle, loving, it felt like home.

Sunlight shined across the floor of the shared kitchen, casting warm gentle rays through the large windows. Bob stood in the kitchen, having not yet changed out of his pajamas, his hair tousled from sleep, and not having bothered to brush it out. He stirred honey into the floral blend of tea he swore was your favorite, even if you’d never say it out loud, as you claimed that all of them were your favorites at differing times. The steam curled up around his face as he walked into the living room holding two mugs over to where you were already curled up on the couch. You were wearing one of his oversized sweatshirts, one that he knew brought you comfort, as you always said it felt like a warm hug.

Yelena padded in a moment later barefoot, hair pulled into a messy clip, wearing an oversized t-shirt and some sleep shorts. She carried your favorite throw blanket in her hands, the one you always forgot to grab in the mornings and dropped it over your legs without a word, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before collapsing onto the couch beside you with a soft groan.

You leaned into her instinctively, curling into her side and giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek, making her smile softly, her eye's closed as her head lolls against the back of the couch. She smelled of the lavender balm you make for them for after a hard mission, always trying to take care of them in the way's that you knew how. Wether that be by making balms with the herbs you grow trying to figure out mixes that'll soothe their aching joints and bruises, or making them drink tea mixes made to relax them, under the guise of you wanting them to test new flavors, knowing they could never say no to you.

Bob came over a moment later with two mugs, one with tea for you, and another with coffee for Yelena. “For my favorite girls,” he says softly, bending down to hand the mugs to you two.

You blinked up at him, cheeks flushing at the way both of them looked at you, like you were a beam of sunlight, Like you were the best thing they’d ever found.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice still soft from sleep as you smile up Bob, loving the way Bob's hair was tussled, and the way his eye's seemed extra soft this morning.

The warmth of the mug seeped into your fingers, Yelena’s arm curled around your shoulder, taking a sip of her coffee, before nodding in Bob's direction and saying "I like this one, we should keep him around, shouldn't we, darling-girl?" making you giggle as you took another sip of your tea, while Bob looked at Yelena, an offended look appearing on his face.

Bob rolled his eyes softly, before sat down on the couch, sitting on the other side of you. His arm reached across the couch to gently rub soft figures into Yelena’s shoulders, while your head lolls onto his shoulder as you silently drink your tea, the three of you curled impossibly close to one another. And for a while, none of you spoke. The birds chirped outside the window, your plants in the window, blooming bright, with all sorts of vibrant colors, as Yelena’s fingers find yours under the blanket and give them a soft squeeze.

“I think the flowers like mornings like this” you murmured in a relaxed tone, breaking the peaceful silence that had filled the room. Your gaze fixed on the windowsill where little blue buds had appeared overnight on one of the potted plants you have laying around. “They’re not the only ones” Bob said, glancing up at you with that fond quiet look you were still learning to accept.

Yelena hummed in agreement, her chin resting on your shoulder. “Even when you’re grumpy, I love mornings like this.”

“I’m never grumpy' Lena, what are you talking about.” You whined back looking at your girlfriend, an offended sort of pout setting on your face.

“You’re grumpy before you have your tea” she corrected, eyes closed, her smirk widening “it’s really cute, actually.” Bob chuckled at the look on your face and the wide smirk gracing Yelena's, bumping your leg gently with his. “She’s right.”

You buried your face into your mug to hide your smile as you shook your head, and the flowers on the window bloomed opened just a little wider, and a little brighter.

You were home, and you weren't referring to the tower.

[the-obey-rot]

can we get the obey me characters with an mc who’s super oblivious to their advances ? like they’ll try to flirt and mc will have no idea that they’re being serious unless they outright tell mc that they’re interested LMAO if that’s too much, can you please do the brothers instead? :)

Yes you can! I love this. And don't worry, I don't mind writing for everyone!

Below the cut, this is a lot longer then I first planned lmao

Diavolo

He'd be fairly direct already with flirting, calling Mc cute and saying how much he likes to spend time together.

When it doesn't work, he decides to only dance with Mc at balls and starts to get them romantic gifts, a necklace with a D, flowers, stuffed bears with hearts.

Eventually he just gives up, this happens after he straight up gave Mc a heart shaped box of chocolate with the text on it "for my love".

He would take Mc to the gardens, hold them by their arms, look straight into their eyes and go "Mc, I've been in love with you for so long, what must I do to have you love me?" and Mc just kinda blanks as it hits them. "oh...I already do...."

Barbatos

He'd be a subtle flirt, picking out the best pieces of a cake for Mc, remembering their favorite flavors and teas.

Probably realized that wasn't working quite quickly and so, after a lot of debating himself, he requests to have a day off every other week. He'd take that day to spend it with Mc. He'd still play butler too much tho, basically just replacing his Diavolo work with Mc work, but instead of the work reminders and the annoyance he'd adress Mc with a fondness he hasn't shown anyone before.

It takes him a while to realize himself how he's been acting like a butler instead of a lover, but once he does he would take Mc on proper dates, Mc doesn't realize they're actual dates until Barbatos goes "Thank you for being my love" and Mc has to genuinely ask "what do you mean? We're friends" and Babatos let's out a subtle chuckle "I suppose I didn't ask you to be my partner properly, my apologies dear"

Lucifer

He'd be wayyyyyy too subtle, he'd just compliment Mc slightly more the usual, which doesn't work, so he slowly goes from simple "I like your hair this way" and "you did well with the cooking" to "you look like someone I'd fall in love with Mc" and "I would spend the rest of eternity eating your food if I could"

And Mc? Oblivious little shit, it does not work.

After a while of this Lucifer starts to invite Mc to do things as just the two of them, they're simple and soft, listening to a cursed record, sharing a bottle of demonus, just talking deep into the night regardless of him knowing he needs the sleep.

Lucifer after a while decides he should just make it clear, but still refuses to outright state it. He'd take Mc on a picnic date to earth, at the end Mc thanks him for the wonderful time and how they should do that with the others some time, Lucifer slowly whispers "Why won't you accept my love" and Mc looks at him, asking him to repeat himself, he stands up, cupping their cheeck and gently kisses them.

Mammon

This is torture for everyone else. "my human" "I'm their first" "they're my servant!", ofcourse Mc wouldn't realize the idiot was flirting.

So then he gets clingy, holding their hand, staying close, touching them whenever he can to make clear to everyone else Mc is his. And ofcourse he smothers them in all gifts that remind him of them.

His brothers are getting tired of the constant talking about Mc being his and the way he keeps finding excuses to hold Mc. So they set up a date for them, they tell both Mc and Mammon about how they're going to a restaurant as a group, but before leaving Lucifer presses Goldie into Mammon hand "If I learn you spend money on anything other then her Cerberus will eat your card.", Mammon is confused but ofcourse agrees, not even realizing his brothers leave the moment he gets to the waitress stand.

Mammon gets seated at a 2 person table, Mc arrives just a bit later, confused where the others are. But the two of them have a wonderful time, at the end, Mc tries to have the bill split, thinking Mammon would make her pay otherwise, they're in shock almost to see Mammon pay for them, as the server says they're a cute couple Mc then tries to object, but Mammon answers first "ofcourse we are, they're half of it", once outside Mc asks Mammon what he ment with it "you're my human, no one else's.", Mc finally realizes and giggles, giving him a soft cheeck kiss "you could've told me you loved me before all this"

Leviathan

It was a huge step already being allowed to just vibe in his room, so even if he was crushing he wouldn't flirt. He just keeps saying "us" any time Mc and him watch an anime with a couple, but Mc ofcourse loves slow burns, so Levi keeps saying it when Mc still perceives the characters as just friends.

After a while of Mc not rejecting the idea to Levi he will get just ever so slightly bolder, as they watch a new anime he would have a bowl of popcorn and purposefully reach out for popcorn at the same time as Mc and he'll be all flustered about doing it which makes Mc assume they did something wrong.

Ofcourse they keep watching anime and reading manga. Leviathan doing the occasional trope to try and get Mc`s attention, which usually just gets him all flustered and Mc confused. And eventually Levi trusts Mc with is TSL fanfiction.

The fanfiction is the usual self insert AU, expect that there's a character with a name who gets nicknamed M.C. who wasn't part of the series originally and who ends up with Leviathans character. Mc is hesitant, but asks him about it, Leviathan insists it's an actual character from one of the books Mc hasn't gotten to yet.

And then Mc does get to that book, there is no M.C. It's been nearly 6 months since the fanfic incident, but Mc runs into Leviathans room "YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME?!" and "what? No, that's a normie thing! " "...but M.C. isn't in the book", Leviathan has no excuse, just a red face and a little nod

Satan

He'd struggle to even flirt, eventually just using a human world book with pickup lines and trying to copy some stuff from romance books Asmodeus gave him. It doesn't take long for him to realize they don't work as Mc just kinda laughs at the lines most the time.

Then he decides to just ask Mc to hang out, they vibe in his room, reading books and Satan sits next to Mc, just barely touching arms with them. After an hour or two he moves to lean his head on them, Mc pets him softly "if you're tired I can go" "please don't", Mc just kinda thinks it's sweet and continues petting him until he falls asleep, rules say no more moving.

Satan keeps inviting Mc to his room, every time getting more annoyed his advances don't work out as he wanted to, but more so with himself then with Mc.

Eventually Satan snaps at Mc when they ask if he's alright "NO! I KEEP TRYING TO FLIRT AND YOU KEEP IGNORING IT!" "...you were?", as he realizes Mc actually is that oblivious he calms down and as usual sits next to them, but this time Mc leans in his shoulder "I'll stay again"

Asmodeus

Every. Fucking. Flirt. Ever. He has seduced hundreds, if not thousands of humans, why not the one he has romantic feelings for! He could get Solomon for crying out loud!

He gets desperate enough to have Mc stare into his eyes for hours, Mc does it while very confused, but it's fun to spend time chatting so whatever.

Eventually he would pin Mc to the bed, after doing the eye thing multiple times. "Asmo you ok-" "Mc do you hate me?" "what?! No! We're friends!" he would pout "There are never two pretty best friends, so we're going to be more." Mc just kinda stares at him, trying to figure out what is more then best friends "for Diavolo's sake Mc, I am in love with you!" silence follows "romantically." "oh-" they'd proceed to cuddle as Mc processes it for the evening.

Beelzebub

He'd share his food, Mc ofcourse refusing every time, not wanting him to go hungry more then he already does. He'd get upset and even worried Mc doesn't take his food, because what if they're starving now! It takes Mc a long time but eventually they just kinda accepts the food Beelzebub gives them, tho insisting less then half, as a compromise.

At some point the food would now come with tickets to Beelzebubs games, always Mcs favorite seat in the first ring. After every game he makes sure to go to them before celebrating a win, just to smile and tell them "Thank you for being my good luck charm", Mc tends to toss him some chocolate when this happens.

When Beelzebub realizes it's not really working he goes to Mcs room in the evening, sitting on their bed with them "Mc, you're the first not eatable thing to make me feel full", Mc is surprised and confused, slowly asking what he means by that and he answers in what is almost a whisper "I would like to go on a date", Mc agrees, although surprised, on the date Beelzebub properly asks Mc to be his partner, Mc agrees.

Belphegor

He'd be making Mc cuddle in the attic so. much. and if they don't come there he'll just lay in their bed waiting.

He'd be too tired to flirt properly, but also feels like he should atleast put in the effort after the whole, murdering them. So he decides to try, "I'd do anything to get your heart Mc", which, ofcourse, freaks Mc out, they don't cuddle that day.

It takes Belphegor some times to work up the courage (and energy) to try and flirt again "I will be your sleeping beauty", Mc thinks it's cute but doesn't seem to get it, so Belphegor continues "And you to be the princet to kiss me awake" it takes Belphegor another 5 minutes to explain he loves them properly after everything.

Solomon

Weird little guy about it, just keeps showing up randomly any time Mc has even a second to spare from the brothers. It becomes kinda routine at some point, Mc has a break, Solomon pops in and either they have a nice chat or there's some weird fuckass side quest in their lives, but it's nice and comforting.

Then the chats turn into going out, parties, shopping, just enjoying earth for a day. And eventually that turns to Solomon risking being discovered as an immortal to take Mc on a date to some old local family restaurant he used to go to 30 years ago, those there pretend to not recognize him as the generations before did, they give him a free bottle of wine and they give Mc a slice of chocolate cake. Tho Solomon would've wanted to cook it himself, he figured out Mc loves these types of things more, so the love note was save and without magic.

Mc thinks there was a mixup, so she politely tells staff and it takes Solomon doing it again when he himself cooks for Mc to realize, tho they're also quite glad to have an excuse now to not eat any more they're also happy to know now it was truly Solomon that other day.

Simeon

He'd try to give Mc some space at first, scared that if he suddenly were to flirt or ask them out they'd just laugh it off. Then one day when Mc comes over to bake with Luke (and keep Solomon out of the kitchen) he would take their hand "your smile makes everything worth it" and they'd just thank him, saying they also like his smile.

Simeon keeps using flirty compliments, to a point even Luke realizes what's going on. So Luke invited over Mc again, but "oh no" they're out of this one specific hard to get ingredient! Mc tries to go get it, but Luke already ran off and Simeon just got back from a walk.

So they chat, Mc sitting on the count, Simeon leaning next to them "Luke seems happy with you around" Mc laughs softly "yeah, I'm almost like his parent" "shouldn't parents be married?"

Mc nods before looking confused "wait do you want me to go get Luke another parent?", Simeon laughs "please never change Mc" as Luke comes back, without the ingredient, Simeon leaves to his room again, wishing them good luck. It isn't until Mc tells Lucifer about their day that they get told Simeon probably ment something else.

It get's brushed off until valentines day, Simeon approaches Mc with a bouquet of human world flowers "what's this for Simeon?" "To celebrate my love for you" and then Mc realizes Lucifer was right.

Thirtheen

She'd spend a lot of time around Mc, but in a being in the same room type way. Eventually she's sit closer but still just chilling. Mc doesnt mind, it's like having a cat that keeps trying to kill your close friends.

Then Thirteen gets comfortable enough to be herself, she's talking about her traps, about stuff from the past and just overall talking with Mc about whatever pops into her mind, only going silent if someone else enters the room. It's nice that Thirteen is so trustworthy of Mc.

Eventually Thirteen would try to flirt, tho a bit morbidly, "I can't wait to make your soul mine", "even if you also end up immortal I'd still love you", Mc doesn't get it anyhow.

And when Thirteen is tired of Mc not getting it she just kidnaps Mc to her cave and makes it a cozy movie night date, "you're the only one I'll ever do this with Mc" "I'm glad you trust me" "you're such an oblivious dumbass"

Raphael

He's already struggling with having these feelings at all to a point he asks Simeon for help stuffing it away. Instead Simeon locks Raphael and Mc in a room, pretending it's on accident.

They'd spend a lot of time in silence until Mc asks about the sewing kit he has and why he doesn't use a sewing machine. Raphael explains how he learned to enjoy sewing by hand due to the tears the brothers kept getting in their clothes. Mc jokingly asks if he could make them a more formal piece of fitted clothing, Raphael instantly takes their measurements.

Weeks pass, Mc just brushing it off as him having been polite, until Raphael walks to Mc after class, silently handing them a white box with teal bow, in it is the clothing Mc mentioned, it's stunning and fits perfectly, along with it is a card, asking Mc to wear it that Saturday.

Raphael shows up unannounced at the house of lamentation that day, the brothers almost kill him but a confused Mc comes down in what he made. No words are spoken, but Mc follows Raphael to a nearby park, they sit there. "Mc it seems I've fallen in love with you."

Mephistopheles

Begs Diavolo for help, eventually he agrees and organizes a ball. Mephistotiles spent all his time and energy making sure he looks proper and that everything is perfect, even coming 15 minutes late to indicate he's busy and important. He offers Mc a dance, already holding their hand before receiving the yes.

They spend the evening dancing, tho Mc leaves early anyway, Mephistopheles finds this weird, sending them a letter requesting their attendance to his mansion the following day. After a LOT of hesitating and getting both Asmodeus and Lucifers help as to how to look and act they go.

Mephistopheles takes Mc inside, to the dinner table, I troducing the as his partner without hesitation. Mc doesnt refuse tho deeply confused, after dinner they go with him asking what it's about "I will put more effort into the relationship then I will in getting you to say yes." "next time atleast ask me out properly once" "we can do that tomorrow, it will be the best date you will ever experience."

[andy-15-07]

heyyy! can you do a jealous!reader for danny :) maybe reader gets jealous after Danny gets hit on?

Mine, Not Yours

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1048✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way ,I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

You hadn’t planned on feeling jealous tonight. In fact, when Danny invited you to his friend's rooftop party in West Hollywood, you were just excited to wear that sundress he liked and spend the night at his side, maybe with a tequila soda in one hand and his fingers tangled in the other.

That plan, however, went to hell the second she showed up.

Blonde. Tall. Model-y. And very clearly not concerned about the fact that Danny was very much not single.

“Oh my God,” she cooed, her manicured hand lightly grazing Danny’s arm. “You’re so much hotter in real life. Like, I didn’t think that was possible.”

Danny laughed,laughed,with that damn crinkle around his eyes you loved, then scratched the back of his neck the way he always did when someone complimented him.

“Thanks,” he said, shooting you a brief glance over her shoulder. “Appreciate that.”

You were standing right there. Holding his drink.

And yet she kept going.

“Seriously. You were amazing in Top Gun. I didn’t even know I was into pilots until you.”

You took a slow sip of your drink and narrowed your eyes.

Danny, ever the charming diplomat, chuckled again and tried to inch subtly closer to you. “Appreciate that. My girlfriend actually dragged me to the audition, so I owe her.”

The girl’s smile faltered, but not by much. “Oh. Cute,” she said, as if it physically hurt to acknowledge your existence.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hi,” you said, stepping forward with a tight smile. “I’m the girlfriend. The dragger of auditions. The reason he’s standing here and not bartending in Miami.”

Danny let out a cough-laugh and tried to cover his mouth, clearly enjoying this too much.

The blonde blinked. “Oh. Right. Of course.” She looked you up and down,not subtle. “Nice dress.”

You smiled sweetly. “Thanks. He bought it.”

Danny reached for your hand with a grin. “Babe,”

You didn’t let him finish. “Hey, do you wanna get another drink? You look thirsty.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “I’m good, actually.”

“Great. Bye,” you said, tugging Danny by the arm and walking him away.

Once you were safely tucked behind a group of strangers near the snack table, you dropped his hand and gave him a look.

“She seriously didn’t see me standing there?”

Danny smirked. “Jealous?”

“Obviously,” you huffed, folding your arms. “She practically licked your face in front of me.”

He leaned in. “Would’ve stopped her. You know my face is reserved for you.”

You snorted, but your arms stayed crossed.

“Don’t laugh. I saw you doing the neck scratch. That’s your I’m flattered but too nice to say go away move.”

“Wow,” he said. “You’ve been studying me.”

“I’ve been dating you for a year, Ramirez. I have a PhD in your mannerisms.”

Danny laughed, grabbing a mini cupcake from the table and offering it to you. “Okay, but like, you know you’re the only one I’m bringing home tonight, right?”

You took the cupcake, but didn’t bite it. “Still. You let her flirt with you for like ten minutes.”

“She was drunk and starstruck,” he said gently. “I didn’t want to be rude. I was trying to give her a soft letdown.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Soft letdowns don’t involve eye crinkles and chuckles.”

He groaned dramatically and cupped your cheeks with both hands. “You’re the only girl I want flirting with me. Ever. Even if your flirting involves passive-aggressively suggesting people are dehydrated.”

“That was direct,” you said proudly. “Polite, but direct.”

Danny grinned. “It was sexy.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now, a little less icy. He leaned in, brushing your lips lightly with his before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You jealous, baby?”

You gave him a flat look. “No. I just don’t like when people pretend I’m not standing two feet away from my boyfriend while they try to get his number.”

Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you close. “Mhm. I like jealous you. She’s feisty.”

“I’m not,”

He cut you off with another kiss, deeper this time. The kind that made your knees weak and your brain fuzzy.

When he pulled away, your cheeks were flushed and your hands were fisted in the front of his shirt.

“Still mad?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

You sighed. “A little.”

“Good,” he said smugly, then leaned close to your ear. “Means you still care.”

You shoved him gently. “I swear, your ego is so,”

“I love you.”

You blinked.

His smile softened. “Seriously. And if you ever feel like someone’s stepping over the line, just say the word. I’ll shut it down fast.”

You exhaled slowly, some of the lingering tension melting away. “Okay.”

He kissed your forehead. “Promise.”

“Fine. But next time, I’m not saying anything. I’m just pouring a drink on her shoes.”

Danny burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”

“I’m protective. There’s a difference.”

He looped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him. “Well, your protective streak is kinda hot. Just saying.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it. You in that dress, lowkey ready to throw hands? Sexy.”

You groaned, but you were smiling now. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am lucky,” he said earnestly, nuzzling your temple. “Like, unfairly lucky.”

You leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Next time someone hits on me, I expect a matching meltdown.”

Danny pulled back to look at you, mock-offended. “Someone hits on you, and I’m flipping tables. That’s not jealousy. That’s justice.”

You laughed, finally biting into the cupcake. “God, you’re dramatic.”

“Takes one to date one,” he said, kissing your cheek.

Later that night, curled up on the couch in his apartment, you found yourself half-asleep with your legs in his lap and a blanket draped over you both.

He was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly said, “So, how do we feel about me wearing a shirt that says ‘Property of Y/N’ at the next party?”

You opened one eye. “Danny,”

“I’ll do it. Don’t test me.”

You smiled sleepily. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only for you.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, drifting off. “Mine. Not hers.”

Danny looked down at you, his whole expression soft. He brushed your hair off your forehead and kissed it gently.

“Always yours.”

[myinconnelly1]

Dreaming

Word count: 1071

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader (Honey)

Warnings: Nightmares, Canon Violence, Choking (Not in the sexy way), there was only one bed, some big feels

Requested by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

“Hey, Honey,” Bob said as he held his book and stood in front of his room.  You were sitting at the dinner table.  Laptop open, papers scattered as far as you could reach, and you had dropped your head in your hands, feeling the exhaustion.

“What’s up?” you asked not looking up.  You hoped that whatever he had to say didn’t require you to leave the tower.  You were so tired, and you were sure that Bucky would lose his mind if you left Bob alone.

“Uh, would… would you come lay down?” He asked.  You looked up at him.  You were certain that you were dreaming.  No one asked people to sleep on the job.  That was just your tiredness, making you hallucinate.  “Come lay down in my room, that is.”

“You want me to sleep with you?” you asked.  You knew it was not what he had meant but he was blushing so hard his ears were pink, and the sight made the tease worth it.

“I didn’t say that!” he said very quickly.

“I’m teasing you, Bob.  You want me to come lie down in your bed?  With you?” You asked.  You were feeling the heat in your own cheeks as the realization that no matter how this went, you would most likely be touching him in his bed.  You knew he was still recovering from the events of the New York Black Out.  It had been trying for everyone.  Bucky had told you that what happened to Bob was more complicated but hadn’t elaborated.

“If you don’t want to, I understand.  It’s weird, I shouldn’t have asked,”  He turned his back to you as he started to go into his room, having psyched himself out of the whole thing.

“Wait,” you said as you stood quickly from the table.  “Bucky let’s me keep a drawer of clothes here, in case it’s late when they get back.  Let me change real quick?” Bob nodded and leaned against his door.

“Thanks, by the way,” Bob said when you both had gotten into something resembling sleepwear and were trying to make the bed work without the awkward cuddling that would most likely need to happen on the queen-sized bed.  Bob was tall, you hadn’t realized it before because he was normally sitting down.

“I don’t like to be alone, either,” you whispered.  You decided just to bite the bullet as you rolled onto your side and pressed your back against his chest.  His breathing stopped.  “There’s not enough room for us to lie down comfortably.  You can hold me if you want.  Pretend that I’m like a stuffed animal or something.  Sorry, that’s silly-” It was your turn to stop breathing, as Bob hummed behind you and wrapped an arm around your stomach.  He pressed his cheek to the back of your head and pulled you tightly against him.

“You have an amazing talent for putting people at ease,” he whispered quietly.

“You’re so warm,” you tried to keep your voice even as you said it.  Especially when he chuckled, a low rumble against your back.  Eventually, his breathing evened out in the soft snores of sleep, and you let the sound lull you.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but the tensing of Bob’s arm around you and the quickened pass of his breathing had awoken you, and you rolled to face him.

“Bob, you're dreaming,” you whispered as you tried to shake him gently.  Bob was moaning and tossing on the bed next to you, obviously disturbed by his dream.

“No, don’t” he muttered. “Don’t hurt them,” the begging cut through your heart.  The small frown that had formed on his brow hurt your soul.

“Bob, wake up,” you said a little louder.  You sat up leaning on one arm trying to give yourself more leverage as you shook him.  Tears had started to slip past his tightly squeezed lids.  “Please wake up.”

His eyes snapped open, and a silver glint shown from behind his eyes, as his hand reached out and grasped around your throat.  His eyes did not see you, as his fingers started to squeeze just hard enough to stop the airflow.

“Bob,” You wheeze his name with little force, as you clawed at his wrist and forearm.  You didn’t think it was making any difference.  You couldn’t seem to get any purchase on his skin and resorted to hitting his chest.  Recognition started to come over him.

“Honey?” He asked quietly and very confused.  You beat at his arm, as the weight of your arms was starting to become too much.  The edges of your vision were starting to sparkle and dim.  “Shit!” He cursed as he let go of your throat and pulled himself away from you, falling off the bed.  Your ass hit the sheets, and you started coughing as you tried to pull in the air too quickly.  “I’m so sorry.” He sobbed from the floor, keeping himself away from you.

You were finally breathing, and you got your feet underneath you and ran from the room, sliding down and hiding behind the couch as you gulped air.  Thinking came to you next.  You were hiding behind a couch like a child because your friend had been scared and having a nightmare.  You brushed the fear away and let the shame wash over you briefly, before standing up calmly and going back to Bob’s room.

“It’s okay,” You whispered as you knelt next to him and held him.  He tried to shy away from your touch, but you refused to let him.  You would be damned if you let him blame himself for something that he had no control over.  “I was scared, but then I remembered it was you.  I knew you would never hurt me.”

Bob looked up at you in disbelief.  His eyes flitted down to your throat, where little bruises and red marks had already formed.

“I almost killed you,” he huffed.

“You stopped yourself and saved me,” you said firmly.  “You’re my friend, I knew you would save me.”

“Friends don’t keep secrets from each other that could kill them.” His voice was full of venom directed at himself.

“They can if they are scared.” You knew your voice shook with your own emotion.  “And they will tell each other those secrets when they are ready.  That doesn’t have to be right now.”

[starmaiya11]

edenic

(adj.) relating to paradise or ideal beauty

—-☆ thinking about...

gojo satoru admiring you...

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gojo could write thousands of pages about you, and he'd still have more to say. in his eyes, you were perfect. so kind, so selfless, so intelligent, so beautiful. he could write a plethora of sonnets about your face, how you look when you're trying not to laugh at his stupidly unfunny jokes. the way your lips twitch, the soft corners of your eyes crinkling as you hold back tears, your shoulders rising and falling just slightly as you hold it in.

he'd write endlessly about your eyes. lost in the multitude of shades and colours glimmering in your iris. he'd stare into them intensely, admiring they way they light up when you talk about your passions, how your hands gesture animatedly, your voice pitching in a breathless excitement.

he studies your every move, notices every small action. the little pause you make before speaking, the way you tap your knuckles against your thigh when you're impatient, how you trace circles and stars on every surface you can find.

little actions, little habits that make up pieces of you that he can't help but love.

right now, you're curled up comfortably on the plush sofa in your shared apartment, cosily clad in his hoodie that you had "borrowed" months ago, claiming that it smelled like him. you sit with your legs crossed and a book laid open on your lap, holding a pink mug of herbal tea in both hands, the steam wafting into the air. you take a small sip, cheeks flushed in satisfaction. putting the mug down on the table beside you, you turn the page, neck bent towards the text, completely engaged in your book of the month.

he watches from the matching arm chair beside you, leaning forward, head resting against his crossed arms as he takes in the sight of you, completely relaxed in your presence.

it's perfect

you're perfect

moments later, you finally turn to look at him, his intense gaze distracting you from your reading. you slip your homemade bookmark in the crevice between the pages and close it

"why are you staring at me.." you mumble, reopening your book to appear nonchalant and uninterested. you watch him in your peripheral view, flipping the next page of your book, though you're not really reading it anymore.

"you're pretty" he says instantly, sparing no thoughts in response to your questioning. you roll your eyes, supressing the smile that threatens to spread across your lips.

"you always say that"

"because it's true"

and you look up, a small smile finally blooming on your lips. a soft smile, the kind that makes his chest clench in the best way possible. you're still holding the book, but your fingers stilled, your eyes finally meeting his.

"i love you"

[wzrd-wheezes]

Lily I’m in a ~mood~ and none of my dogs will cuddle me and I’m DESPERATE for some fluff😭

Can you write something happy and fluffy with Remus?? Preferably with cuddles and/or physical affection 🥺🥺🥺 your writing always just hits different 😭

Headphones - Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - hey lovely thank u for the request and for the sweet words. I hope this is okay Enjoy <3

Contains: no warnings. just some fluff and tiny tiny crumbs of wolfstar x reader just for shits and gigs. 650 words.

Remus’s bedroom was dim, save for the golden haze of the lamp on his bedside table. The room hummed with the faint crackle of a record that spun on the turntable, though it's sound didn’t fill the room.  

He sat propped against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him and one arm lazily resting behind his head. A pair of oversized headphones rested crookedly on his ears. They looked like they had seen better days – and they had. The thick foam pads were peeling slightly and the wire had begun to coil. But they still worked and that was enough. More than that, they had been a gift from his girlfriend. 

Remus had always struggled to sleep. On restless nights, he would choose an album and lie awake, letting the music soak up the thoughts that whirled around his head. However, Y/N was a light sleeper and whenever she stayed over he refused to play anything, afraid it would keep her awake. She swore she didn’t mind but Remus wouldn’t give in. 

So, she had given them to him on his birthday, wrapped in a pretty box and with a tag tied to the ribbon that read ‘A compromise’. Ever since then, whenever sleep evaded him, he would slip them on and let the record spin without the fear that he was disturbing anyone else. 

Remus’s eyes flicked open when he heard the click of his bedroom door. Y/N stood at the foot of his bed, two steaming mugs of tea in her hands and a book tucked under her arm. 

“I thought you’d still be up.” she held one of the mugs out towards him. 

He shifted to sit up straighter, pushing the headphones off so they dangled around his neck. The faint blare of a guitar bled out of them and faded into the quiet room. 

“You always bring offerings when you turn up unannounced.” he smiled at her as he accepted the mug. 

“Oi!” she pretended to be offended, “I got off work late and your flat is closer than mine. What’s a girl to do?”  

She nudged his leg with her knee before climbing onto the bed beside him. Remus wrapped an arm around her shoulders without thinking, pulling her in until she was tucked against his side. 

“How did you even get in? I thought I locked the door?” he mumbled into her hair. It smelled like her shampoo. Sweet and familiar. 

“James is still up. He let me in. You didn’t hear me knock?”  

“Bit hard to hear anything over Queen, love.” 

She chuckled, “Oh, so I have to compete with Freddie Mercury now, do I?” 

“You’d win.” he said without hesitation, then added with a grin, “Probably.” 

She bumped his shoulder, “Charmer.” 

Remus tilted the headphones, holding one of the ears over his own, while pressing the other gently against Y/N’s. She shifted closer, settling her head against his shoulder so she could hear better. The music hummed softly between them. 

“You know you could just unplug the headphones so we can listen together.” she whispered. 

“Cosier like this though, innit?” he murmured, “I like having you close.”  

She huffed a quiet laugh, “You’re impossible.”  

Remus rest his cheek against hers, “Besides, if Sirius hears me listening to Queen, he’ll be in here like a shot and I don’t really fancy sharing you with him right now.” 

“Ah, so this is less about romance and more about keeping me all to yourself?” 

“Can’t it be both?” Remus smiled, eyes half-lidded as the music played between them. 

They stayed like that, tangled around each other, a single set of headphones between them. The music crackled and played on as Y/N toyed with the frayed hem of Remus’s sleeve. He let his eyes flutter shut, content. 

It wasn’t perfect. The ear pads creaked, the wire tangled, and they could only just hear all the lyrics.  

But it was enough. 

[apollonia4]

Hey there! Can you write about the brothers and a gn!MC who can see the souls of living beings? I imagine it's a spell Solomon taught them, where they have to close their eyes and focus on the person in front of them to see it. But when they open their eyes? They tell the brothers just how beautiful their soul was, with a genuine smile and kind tone, almost in reverence. May or may not offer to draw what they saw lol

Hi there, thank you for requesting! This is a really interesting idea.

See your soul ☆

Solomon taught MC a spell that makes it possible for them to see the brothers's souls. Here's how it goes.

Genre: fluff, gn¡MC, established relationship (separate, not poly).

Lucifer:

☆ The first born brother was known to lock himself up in his study for hours on end, the other housemates not hearing a word from him. In these times you were his beacon of hope, the lighthouse he could follow. So you decided to pay him a visit per your tradition.

He didn't look up from his papers, knowing who had visited him. "Hello MC, I suppose your reasoning for being up this late hour is the same as ever?" he said teasingly, but tenderness did not leave his voice for one word. You only hummed in agreement while making your way to his desk. Upon reaching it, you leaned on the edge.

You watched him carefully, your thoughts occupied with the spell Solomon taught you lately. It made it possible to see the souls of living beings. Choosing to test it out you remembered what your master told you: "Just focus on the chosen person and try to feel their energy, open your inner eyes". You followed his instructions and there it was. His soul was overwhelming in it's regality but..troubled. It seemed obscured by a dark cloud, a heavy burden, something holding back his natural light. Feeling troubled by the supressed shine he never let anyone show you extended your arm to hold it, as if your touch would heal the wound. "Darling MC? What are you doing?" Your eyes snapped open and to your surprise your hand was actually on his chest, right where you wanted to reach. You smilled, not moving an inch. "Your soul...it's beautiful.." he certainly didn't expect to hear this, his eyes widening for a second before softening like they rarely have. He took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, planting a loving kiss on top of it. "I am honored. If it's really how you say then it seems my soul has found a match."

Mammon:

☆ The Avatar of Greed has finished another one of his modeling sessions and was excited to take you out with the money he just earned. More than spending cash on his own bussiness, buying himself shiny jewlery he enjoys doing all of these things for you. So after he came back home he proposed to you with the idea of coming out to town with him for shopping and something to eat. You agreed and soon you were both on your way. You two always had a great time together, your presence alone being the only thing making the dullest things fun.

You finished the night with a long car ride where you accidentally fell asleep. Mammon didn't seem to care that much because when you opened your eyes you found yourself tugged in a blanket, the car stopped somewhere on the hill. "Sorry...how long did I sleep?" you said, rubbing your eyes. "Uhh not more than 20 minutes, why?" You looked around, the area around you was stunning, with a forest on the right and the bright city of Devildom shining not too far away in distance. You don't know why but a spell you recently learned came to your mind and you'd be damned if you didn't use the opportunity you have right now. In order to see Mammon's soul you had to close your eyes and because of that, he thought you had fallen asleep again. He tried nudging you awake but you took his hand and only shushed him briefly. There it was. Glowing, golden and despite all he's been through, still so pure and comforting. "Well...tell me one thing more beatiful than this view" you teased, smile on your face. He reciprocated the expression "..You!" he said, trying to cover up his blush with his glasses. You laughed and gently pulled them up from his face. "I was thinking your soul" your voice was so gentle and loving and the comment so wholesome that you could've sworn you saw him tear up a little. He hugged you "..but ya gotta admit you come pretty close don't ya treasure".

Leviathan:

☆ You and Levi were in the middle of your game nights that happened every 2 days or so. Your boyfriend was recently locked in a fantasy rpg game and you were now helping him choose a team for his traveler. You went on a long discussion about which warriors or wizards would go well with Leviathan's MC and had quite a lot of fun while doing so. Now all you had left was the last companion and as it turned out, it was a really tough call. You had to pick between an renowned knight and a healer mage. "Sooo, this one has some pretty sick fighting skills which would he beneficial for my team. Buuut on the other hand, she's a healer, and I don't have one. PLUS she can see souls so she's really an expert in her domain" as Levi was ranting, an idea came to your mind. The mage has reminded you of a spell you recently practiced with Solomon.

To see people's souls is not an easy move to do but your power allowed you to pull of that spell. "How about this, I'll perform a quick spell and I'll give you my answer on which characer will be better. Deal?" He looked at you, eyes full of curiosity but also a bit of concern. A spell?? You smiled and took his hands in yours, he was about to stutter out a question but you closed you eyes and he couldn't help but watch with curioisity. His soul was so unique, very different from the others you've seen. It was repressed by his deeply rooted fear of judgement but no less gorgerous. Masked behind all that insecurity and uncertainty it was welcoming. Just the right kind of vibe for a healer.

"The Mage's perfect for your team Levi." You said opening your eyes. "H-how do you know??" He asked shyly. You squeezed his hands lightly and smiled even wider than before "Your soul matches the character. In my opinion at least, it's beautiful!". The color of Levi's face was becoming more red by the second and when he finally snaped out of it he gently separated his hands from yours. "The mage it is, MC."

Satan:

☆ One of your and Satan's favorite activities was learning and practicing new spells. He wasn't a sorcerer and not all power was avaliable to him sure but like you but he still enjoyed magic, after all knowledge is power. This way he could also help you become better, you'd have two practicing partners, not just one. You were now chilling in a library, having a conversation about a spell Solomon taught you lately. More precisely one that makes it possible for you to see someone's soul. The place was already closed for the night, the lights now dim and the ambient somehow even more quiet than usual.

"So, would you mind testing it on me? I'm curious on how my soul looks..though you don't have to do it I know it'll probably be unpleasant.." he fiddled his fingers around the bookmark he was holding, avoiding your gaze. He was curious but the fear of making you uncomfortable was holding him back. "Hey..no don't say that. We can try, I can always stop the spell." You stood up from your seat and patted him gently on the head. Closing your eyes you focused on the instructions your teacher has given you previously. Once you could see his soul you couldn't help but feel...pity. It wasn't unpleasant, it was amazing, passionate and full of depth. But despite all those things, there was a hidden saddness in it, the type that aches the heart. Satan must've noticed this because he quickly shrugged away from your touch. "I knew it." he furrowed his eyebrows. "No no it's not what you think. Your soul is so beautiful but so wounded. I felt it, I understood it." Satan blushed deep. And he made you tell him in detail what you saw after using the spell.

Asmodeus:

☆ It seems Asmo did not have a good day today because when he came home he bolted straight to his room, not bothering speaking to anyone. You noticed of course, how could you not recognize one of your partner's most common sulking symptoms. So, after dinner (which he didn't show up to) you went to his room to confront and comfort him like you used to. No matter what people thought, Asmodeus's confidence wasn't so unwavering and he was quick to take offense. You knocked on his door but didn't wait for an answer knowing you didn't need one with him.

The room was almost complitely dark, lit only by the vanity and the candles on the table. Asmodeus was present in the form of a bulge under his sheets. You approached him and sat at the edge of the bed. "Soooo what's up love?" you started, resting a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he felt your touch he sprung out from the blankets and lept into your lap. "Oh MC! These demons are so rude, so cruel! Tell me, why does a person as stunning and successful as me has to deal with them??!" He ranted. You sighed and started lightly brushing his hair, fingers combing through his champagne hair. "What did they do now?" you asked gently. Asmodeus wouldn't give you a response but you didn't pry. You just kept caressing him, hoping he would open up soon enough. After a couple minutes he started talking "They said that all there is to me is my beauty. That I'm good for nothing but flirting and pleasure, they said I was boring!" Your heart ached at his words. You stopped your affection now cupping his face. "Asmo." You said in a stern but loving voice "Listen to me, you do not listen to these pathetic excuses for a demon. These are lies said by people who don't even know you! But I know you and I can say you are beautifull on the outside" he tried interrupting you but you draped your thumb over his lips "and on the inside. Come on, let me prove it to you" you closed your eyes and gathered all your focus on performing the spell Solomon taught you. Asmo's soul was breathtaking. It was shiny beyond measure, so unique and creative. It was like a piece of art made by the most renowned painter. You opened your eyes to you lover's confused face "What did you do?" he asked. "I saw your soul. Solomon taught me a spell. It's more beatiful than any jewel I've ever seen, I was right." He squealed and propped himself up to pepper your face with kisses all over. "Oh, MC. You always say and do the best things, you know?"

Beelzebub:

☆ Beelzebub was not one to practice magic with you as he himself was not really interested in that kind of stuff. He loved seeing you do it, yes but to actually participate was rare of him. You had just came back home from your post class lesson with Solomon. Today he taught you a spell that you found particulary interesting. The only problem was, you didn't manage to pull it of then and you were rather worried about it. You were a very ambicious person and seeing a simple spell just turn it's back on you made your mood grumpy. Beel noticed that when at dinner you were especially brutal to the food with your knife and fork. He could sense that you were angry and frustrated and perhaps even a little bit sad but he couldn't quite put a finger on what had you so agitated. In the evening he decided to visit your room to find out what's going on. You were sitting by your desk when he came in, studying the same spell you failed many times today.

"What's that?" He asked approaching you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Uh it's a spell I've been...practicing today. But it didn't work out, I couldn't do it so now I'm trying to get a grip of it". He looked at the book you were studying. "Do you..need some help? I know I don't do this often but.." you turned around and smiled at him, nodding slightly. You moved to your bed so you could have a bit more space and comfort. You tried the spell again, another fail. Your boyfriend could see that you were getting nowhere with this mood. "Sh be calm MC, I think what you need is the right approach" saying that, he took your hands in his and squeezed them. "Try again" he was almost demanding. You could see he really wanted to see your success. You tried again as he said, this time it worked. His soul was very inviting, warm. It burned with passion and love but one thing got you nervous. Particulary a void in the middle of it. It was almost consuming your happiness that came with the spell being performed efficiently. You broke away from the spell and before Beel could say anything you hugged him tight, face nuzzling into his neck. "See, I knew you could do it".

Belphegor:

☆ You and Belphie watched stars together. Like a lot. It was your escape from the daily chaos, a quiet place where you could both be yourselves and nobody judged you for it. You were laying on the mattress in the planetarium, your lover telling you stories about the constellations. He had a whole collection of them and he always surprised you with telling you another one that you haven't heard yet. The Devildom sky was similiar to the human world but the view on the stars wasn't obscured by the air pollution and there was something so comforting about it. It felt very nostalgic, like you were always meant to see this. If there was one thing Belphie could've stopped his sin for, it was you. When you spent time together, he rarely fell asleep before you, holding on a little longer just so he could watch your sleeping face and make sure your dreams are pleasant.

Watching the stars you somehow remembered a spell that your master taught you. It was a soul seeing spell and you didn't know why you thought of it now, maybe because you associated him with the night sky so much. "Hey Belphie? Can I...try out a spell I've been practicing??" he looked at you, full of curiocity. "..sure. Do what you must." You smiled and took his hand in yours, it was easier this way. Belphegor's soul was infact not that much different from the starry sky. It was dark and mysterious, almost eerie but above all calm. You could see signs of suffering in it but it wasn't a raging storm anymore. It gave you a strange sense of comfort and safety. You opened your eyes, your gaze shifting upwards yet again "It's beautiful, kinda like this." you said pointing to the sky. He chuckled at your cute action "what is MC?"

"Your soul" Your words had clearly stunned him for he did not say anything, only scooting closer to you and burrying his head in your chest. "It's nice to hear that, though I can't say I wouldn't like to see your soul too.."

It's donneeee, I'm sooo sorry I it took me so longg💔