#technically he'd be right either way

[lyinginbedmon]

Watching the Netflix Terminator Zero show because I am a shameless and eternal Terminator fan and episode 1 has a tech employee demanding that his housekeeper get rid of a robotic cat she got for his kids and as a programmer myself I was so on board for him to very rightfully be opposed to a wifi-enabled device with cameras and microphones that can walk around his house where he probably discusses and/or works on confidential things (to say nothing of his basic human right to privacy)

...that I completely forgot this was a Terminator show.

[dazedantics]

Mark remembers being your husband.

Well, okay, he was never actually your husband.

But when you played house in the comfort of backyards and playgrounds, he never had an issue assuming that role in your game of make believe. Whatever it took to just to keep his friend.

You'd use whatever you had around as your "kids." New action figures, old dollies, spare blankets, the poor dog who wanted no part in being dressed up.

It wasn't Mark's thing, no. But he played along properly each time just to stay with you till the sun went down.

He'd fix the house, go to work, play hero with your kids, take you on pretend dates, he'd even pick you up and spin you around as a greeting for when he got home! Well, okay, maybe he wasn't quite strong enough to do that yet. But he certainly tried! Giggling when you two tipped over, talking about his supposed day at work.

He didn't stop you if you had an idea either.

You want to pretend you're going to the store? Sure thing, he'll push the basket. You stuff a ball under your shirt to pretend you got a baby in there? Okay, he'll do the chores while you sit 'n sew. You want to kiss him cause you just love your husband oh so much? Uhh ... well, maybe that's a bit ... oh, and now you're kissing him anyways. Super.

Admittedly, he didn't like that part at first, cooties and all, but his admonition went out the window as you huffed and started chasing him round and round until you landed a successful one on his lips.

He soon got used to it though, even puckering up before you had put your kids to sleep. He even found himself thinking about it when it was time for you two to hit the hay.

And even now as he got older.

When he sat there at his desk, spacing out. First wondering about what's for lunch, then the latest comic waiting for him at home, then you.

He hadn't seen you a long time. You probably forgot about him by now. Or maybe not? You two did spend a lot of time together and you seemed to have about as many other friends as he did (which wasn't a lot). But you guys were more grown up now, you'd probably repressed those memories, right?

Yeah, that seems more likely.

I mean, why worry about that one scrawny boy when you were probably surrounded by lots of hot guys now.

One who'd be your real husband someday. That you'd make play with your kids and cuddle up to and kiss over and over again.

Mmm ... for some reason Mark didn't like that thought. Nose scrunching up and brows furrowing.

You'd been his first kiss, you know. And probably his only one. That thought made him feel strange too. Though in a better way that turns bittersweet in the end.

Did you ever think about that?

How he could technically have been considered your first boyfriend?

Oh no, well now he hopes not. Cause if you did, you'd have to tell your current boyfriend, right? Then he'd want to come beat up the punk who knew his girl.

Mark rubbed his eyes, trying to get that out of his head. It'd suck if he'd made an another enemy he didn't even know existed. A guy could only take so much locker shoving, you know?

He sighed and looked up to the front of the class. He hadn't heard a word the teacher said and could only hope it wasn't important.

They guestured to the door.

A surprise principal meeting? Hadn't had one of those in a while. He should probably look at the other kids' desks to figure out what he should be pretending to do.

The door's opening.

Okay, no one has their notebooks so maybe he should- wait. Is that you!?

You were taller than back then, but he could recognize you from anywhere! He watched as your lips started moving, those lips that had countlessly kissed his. He blanked on what you were saying, but he heard your voice. The sound just made all those random specifics details of you appear in his mind all at once.

And he may have been making things up at this point, but he swears your eyes were on him the moment you walked in.

You remember him? Even if it is just a little vaguely? You don't know how high that'd make his heart rocket.

Did you maybe want to sit by him? He wouldn't mind. Maybe you couldn't play house anymore, but you could still do things as you used to right?

Or maybe he could work his way up to becoming your actual husband now?

That was why you were suddenly here, right? The fates decided you weren't done playing pretend. Was he cool enough to talk to you now? Could he even bring up what had technically happened between you?

Would you bring it up?

Or does he have to keep sitting here, reliving those tender moments till the rest of his days?

Please don't make it come to that.

Please ...

[pineapple-downside-up-cake]

I am historically quite bad at longfic. But for the one person who requested this: we're giving it a go! Expansion of this

Ghostxfem reader. No warnings this chapter.

PROLOGUE:

Ella the Enchantress had nails like ambergris and a cunt like a steel trap, with a personality to match.

Feared for her tempestuous nature and reviled for a demonstrable lack of empathy, enlisting the assistance of this witch-cum-altruist was an exercise in self-flagellation.

Ella enjoyed attention.

Her preferences varied with the weather, but speculation had it that her skills as a seductress far outstripped her talent with magic. A modern medusa, the wrong look could chain a petitioner to her, life and limb, for as long as she so pleased.

The right look was frequently difficult to come by - Ella wasn't always naked, but she was never far away.

Not that they'd regret looking, necessarily. She was certainly skilled. But she left marks, had a way of destroying livelihoods and relationships.

Her real name was Sally, and she was technically a sorceress.

A relationship with her would be akin to juggling a live grenade, and that would be stupid.

Ghost isn't stupid.

He just likes living on the edge. And sex.

For all her failings as a member of civilized society, Ella was hot. The aforementioned cunt didn't hurt, either.

Bit of a vindictive bitch, though.

"Y'know where the door is. Y'can let yourself out."

Ghost is brave for a man with all his softest bits hanging out.

Then again, the soft bits were always her favorite part of him - it certainly wasn't his personality or emotional fluency.

At least he knows what to do with his dick.

Sally storms through the apartment in a manner more literal than metaphorical, fuming with hot embarassment and anger, as she stomps her legs into the suggestion of a dress she was wearing when she'd seduced him.

Ghost doesn't notice. He's already dismissed her, rolled back over to her side of the bed and buried his face in the pillow instead of her lap.

That rat bastard. How dare he!

She's Sally Le Fucking Fay, great-great-great-great-great...great step-granddaughter of Morgen le Fay, and she cannot believe she made the mistake of handing her self-worth to a man.

No - that she can believe.

What she can't believe is that Ghost of all people would so callously reject her charm. He was an unlovable bastard, with no family and no prospects, and she had lowered herself to take him into her willing bosom.

And he had still turned her away.

She seethes the whole way home, ignoring the way her anger makes her magic flare around her. The scum of the night scramble out of her way, keen to avoid a gale that rips lids from trash cans and sends them careening into the nearest stationary object.

Sally has care to spare for one thing and one thing only. Usually it's herself. But tonight, it's going to be retribution.

Big hard man. Ha.

She'll show him.

Ghost peeks out from under his arm when he finally feels the front door shake the foundation - he's not entirely convinced she won't come back, and he's not as fearless as he'd like to pretend.

His room is a mess. Even more-so than after a normal night of athletics. Ella had imposed herself upon him for a week, and he'd tried every trick in the book to get her to leave.

He'd even turned down sex. Twice.

He'd seen it on the horizon, but he'd really thought the sorceress would take it better. It was part of the agreement - no feelings, blah blah blah, not ready for anything else.

She didn't want a man to cramp her witchy vibes, and he didn't want someone asking more of him than he was ready to give.

And then she'd decided they were "the perfect match" and they were "fated for each other", like characters in some cutesy Disney tale, and not who they really were -

A morally grey sorceress with reality debt, and an emotionally constipated weapon of destruction.

He'd had to pull out the big guns: alas, "it's over" didn't go over too well.

She'd nearly destroyed his room - it had rained, and if she wasn't so mad he'd have been worried about her flooding the basement. As it was, she'd steamed him like a shellfish.

He slips out of bed and sneaks over to the door, an intruder in his own home, afraid to summon her by accident. He'd kill for a good night's sleep, without hands crawling down his pants, but the climate in his room is unbearable.

The couch is good enough.

If he makes it through the week without hellfire raining down on him - literally - he's going to take a break from women.

He should have listened to Soap.

[moremaybank]

CHOCOLATE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: PRAISE KINK + SQUIRTING + MIRROR SEX

"all i know is, it rains when it feels right." ─ kiana ledé, chocolate. (remix)

jj maybank x insecure!gf!reader

(18+) praise kink, squirting, fingering, use of a mirror (technically it's partial mirror sex), dirty talk

jj worships you when you’re feeling down (and makes it rain)

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

jj's chest was hot against your back, the two of you pressed up skin to skin. you melted into him like chocolate, craving him and the way he took the time to worship you.

lucky for you, jj was always in the mood to do so.

when you had confided in jj and told him you were feeling insecure lately, presumbly because of your upcoming period, he wasted no time crafting a plan with the goal to make you feel better.

there was no way in hell he was gonna let his girl walk around thinking she was anything less than perfect, whether her insecurities were caused by hormones or not.

he'd pulled your body-length mirror closer to the edge of your bed, placed you between his legs, spread you wide open and made you watch as he cherished you with his words and with his magic touch.

"who told you you weren't perfect? huh, baby? 'cause the way you're lookin' right now, 'm pretty sure you're an angel 'n this is heaven.”

his fingers slide into your warm, oozing cunt rhythmically, each punt curling upward to play with that spongy part of you that made your thighs tremble for him. every single press to it forced a pitiful moan to tumble past your parted lips.

"hate seein' you like this, baby..." the ringed knuckles of jj's free hand skimmed up and down anywhere they could reach, drawing imaginary lines on your inner thighs and your stomach. the cool metal ran over your pebbling nipples and pulled goosebumps forth from your flesh. "jus' need me to remind you how perfect you are? hm?"

his chin hooked over your shoulder, and he dotted kiss after kiss on your blood-rushed cheek. turning his head, he found your gaze in the mirror and held it there. the pad of his thumb applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it in time with the work of his fingers. he motioned downward with his chin, urging you to look at your filled pussy in the reflection. "see how that pretty pussy takes my fingers? look at'er go, mama."

you mewl pathetically when he starts to fingerfuck you harder, the heel of his palm now colliding with your clit and making your knees buckle. "feels too good, j," you voiced out the best as you could. you could barely suck in a breath as the freight train that was your high crept up on you. "don't deserve it. don't deserve you."

jj tutted you, shaking his head. "yeah you fuckin' do. deserve the world, mama. fuck, you're so good."

your heat started to clamp down on his fingers, quivering and convulsing helplessly.

"you wanna cum?" jj asked, eyes meeting yours in the mirror once more. your smaller hand circles around his wrist, holding on while he used it to please you. "that sound good, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah. please, j. need it."

"then you gotta say what i tell you to, alright?"

you nodded for him. you had no idea what you were agreeing to, but you didn't care. jj was completely taking over all of you, and you just wanted to be good for him. do anything he asked of you because you seeked his approval so direly.

"tell me how pretty you look with your pussy stuffed."

your stomach did cartwheels and your core fluttered at his vulgarity. gulping, you did as he said. "i-i look pretty with my pussy stuffed."

"yeah...yeah you do, baby. tell me you take it so well when daddy fucks you. tell me how perfect your pussy is for me."

"m-my pussy's perfect. take it so well for you, daddy."

"good. now look yourself in the mirror 'n say you're beautiful," was his next command. his gaze was scorching, his praise electrifying and heart-filling. he'd handcrafted you into his own puppet, or he'd had you hypnotized. either way, the words leaked out of you like a faucet.

"i'm beautiful."

"again...say it again, baby."

"i'm— shit— i'm beautiful!"

his rosy lips found solace in the crook of your neck. he pressed open mouthed kisses before letting his teeth lightly nip and scrape at your pulse point. "so beautiful, mama. deserve to cum real good, yeah? go 'head 'n give it to me."

jj's left hand sought out your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple just how you liked. his fingers were relentless, fucking your sopping cunt into oblivion. you were so far gone that you couldn't speak. the pit in your core was burning ferociously, threatening to take you over completely.

"yeaaah. there ya go." you started to cum, your juices shooting out of you in spurts. his fingers withdrew from you, cum-slicked fingerpads rubbing at your clit almost viciously as he tried to get more out of you. he grinned wickedly when his plan worked, and your pussy continued to squirt for him. the glass was covered and your shared image was distorted, but all you could zone in on was your godsent boyfriend and his ever-so-skilled words. and hands.

"i love you so much, mama. don't ever think you aren't enough."

[guppybibi]

Simon is a stealthy man, obviously—it's required for his job. Though the fact isn't quite true when it comes to proposals. You could clearly tell what he had in store for you the moment he coincidentally didn't have any work to do when the weather was just right and when he suggested that it was the perfect time of year to propose relax and go on vacation to anywhere you'd like.

Of course, you play along obliviously and decide to go to a tropical place that you've been eyeing for a while now. Simon wasn't complaining about your choice either, a chance to watch the sunset together and see you in a cute swimsuit? Sign him up!

So he books you two a tropical getaway, and insists that you should use his card to go shopping for a nice little dress, yeah? What's your ring size too, love? For future reference..nothing else.

~

The trip so far has been nothing but perfect, the plane surprisingly had enough leg space so Simon was comfortable the whole time. No turbulence either, it was like God was on Simon's side this time.

When you two arrive at your destination, the fresh breeze gladly greets you and the sun's heat is making beads of sweat form on your forehead already. It seemed like the heat had the same effect on Simon as well, although he was sweating more profusely than you for some reason..He'd never tell but he was insanely nervous right now, it felt like his guts were being turned inside out over and over again.

Everything does go smoothly, you two arrive at the hotel he reserved, quickly changing into your swimsuits since you couldn't wait to go out there and take a stroll around the beach. Maybe collect some seashells as a souvenir, build sandcastles or get a tan, do whatever you want, princess. Simon's going to be right beside you the whole time, glaring sharp daggers at anyone who even dares to look at you in the wrong way. Was it too much and completely unnecessary? Maybe, but you could never be too safe in these times. Creeps were always everywhere, casually walking around in broad daylight, hidden in plain sight.

Every single thing you wanted to do or get, was done and bought. You had to say, you were pretty surprised when Simon wasn't making any sarcastic comments about how he wasn't a money dispenser. Not even batting an eye when you got something from a clear tourist scam, weird. But hey, you're really in no place to complain here. Plus, money comes back, but the memories you and Simon will make here won't.

~

Hand in hand, step by step, you and Simon walk by the shore, your eyes full of adoration as you tried tracing the glow of the sun's light on Simon's face. You couldn't tell what was more breathtaking, the landscape or the man in front of you? The sun was bound to set soon, though it never really rests, you couldn't even imagine being the sun, working nonstop with no breaks is a big no no.

Quite ironic since in Simon's eyes, you were technically his sun. You were the center of his world, everything was peaceful when he was around you. Unlike when he's in the military, it always feels like he's out of orbit.

He has to do it, his heart can't contain it anymore. He has to propose, he's going to propose. Right here, right now. It was the perfect moment, the sunset peering, maybe a few folks watching but Simon couldn't give a damn about them. This was about you.

"Love," he calls out, stuffing his hand into his pocket to get the ring box. You snap back to reality, tilting your head in acknowledgement. You were taken aback by the sight of him kneeling on one knee, holding out a box with a shiny ring inside that you were barely able to hear the words, "Will you marry me?".

Without hesitation, you scream out "Yes!" at the top of your lungs, leaving Simon chuckling, still not getting up. "Wait up, luv. I prepared a message for you, mind if I tell you it first?" You were still jumping around the place, looking like you were about to bounce off to outer space. Once you manage to collect your excitement, you nodded, preparing yourself to hear Simon's message to you.

It was all about how you were the light of his life, all of that. It was short and sweet, not unnecessarily long but truly from the heart.

It's safe to say that the both of you went home from that trip with a big grin on your faces.

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language; s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)

Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.

Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.

So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.

He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students. 

In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.

It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.

There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.

The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"

"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"

"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.

"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.

Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."

"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.

Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...

Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.

"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."

"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"

Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"

"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"

"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."

Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"

"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."

Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"

"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."

Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."

[no1blacksapphirefan]

I live your self aware au stuffs! I think it would be really cute to see the self aware beasts/ancients reaction to oblivious reader making a little area in the kingdom just for them. QwQ

Imagine how flustered and warm they would feel to know that the weird sky god cares about them so. Hehe!!

Also, I have no idea if anyone else does this, but the J a r you can buy... I love putting Shmilky in it or the little love tent with my own cookie. I WONDER WHAT THE COOKIES THINK OF THIS TEE HEE!! >:D

-🐰🐱 (Do you mind if I take these emojis? If you don't allow anon emojis, that's okay!!!)

RIAESJDROINOSGSPF TYSM FOR Y'ALLS KIND WORDS!! I honestly never thought my silly Self-Aware AU thoughts would get as many notes as it ended up getting. Very thankful/grateful for all of you.

🐰🐱 anon, ofc you can take those emojis! :D Very honoured to already have anons honestly. As for the 2nd anon, here's your Self-Aware Pitaya Dragon :3 I apologise if they're OOC </3

(Reader isn't aware that they are aware) ((More romantic-ish I think but not strictly romantic))

Pitaya Dragon is honoured. And completely in love with however you ended up decorating the place. If I recall their story correctly, they did used to rule over Hollyberry Kingdom or something like that until well Hollberry came back and defeated them. So to have, practically a god. Someone higher then the witches technically, make an entire area dedicated to them. Just for them. Because you love them. It's just hell yeah!! If they could, they'd pay you back ten fold, unfortunately they can't...perhaps if they found a way out...hmmm, they wonder how you feel about free dragon back rides.

As for the jar, me thinks Pitaya Dragon would sulk if you ever put them in it. Don't get me wrong, they probably do know it's just your silly quirks and weird ways to show how much you love them but they want to stretch their wings!! They would love the love tent though. Bonus points if the cookie you put them with is similar to yourself. Closest thing they're ever gonna get.

Pure Vanillas heart might explode. He saw what you were doing, happily tapping away at your device as you were decorating parts of the kingdom, then when it updated he just saw an area that seemed to be made just for him. And his seemed to be proven right as you carefull picked him up and placed him there. Lord is he flustered, he can't show you that. What if you think the game is buggy and delete the game? He tries his best to contain himself but as soon as you leave he can't help but burst into a blushing mess.

You? Favouring him this much to the point of making an area dedicated to him? He is so happy and content, not even Shadow Milk can disrupt his mood now. I don't think he'd mind being put in a jar, if it makes you smile he supposes he can deal with it. He'd be incredibly happy if you put your cookie (Again assuming it looks like you) in the love tent. If only he could stay there...

White Lily feels almost unworthy of it at first. How could you treat her so kindly after all she's done? And you KNOW what she did. You know what happened to her...you know the reason. And sure maybe that's why, you understand her a bit more then any other cookie but, she still did horrible thing.

It takes her time getting used to you and how you show'd your affection. But eventually she starts going toward the area you made just for her more. Almost excited when you happily put her in the jar (almost) and content when you put your cookie self and her in the love tent. It took her awhile to get used to but she's honestly so grateful someone like you loves her as much as you do. She's honoured.

HollyBerry loves it hands down. She is the Light of Passion of course, she's excited as you finish making the area for her. Quickly running over and staying there, to check out every single thing you put in there that either matches her, reminds you of her or just something that's in her general kingdom decorating category. If she could spend all her time there she would, unfortunately she can't, you need her to cut down wood.

But as soon as she's done and you don't need her for the work anymore? She's back to hanging around there, talking the other ancients ears off as she talks about how kind hearted you are. She loves your silly gestures of love. If putting her in that jar is you showing how much you love her? Hells yeah, she's up for it.

Put her in the love tent with your cookie? Oh she's hugging the life out of that cookie, it's the closest thing she'll get to hugging you.

Dark Cacao is a bit scared at first at the amount of affection you've been giving him. And when he sees you make a section of your kingdom based on him? For him? He doesn't know what to say, he wants to pay you back and if he could he would as soon as he could. But all he could do now was stare at that area.

He's still a bit scared/concerned at your displays of affection. Confused on why putting him in a jar is one of your ways but he supposes that if it meant hearing your giddy smile he can deal with it. When you first started putting your cookie self and his in the love tent, he's a bit tense. (He's scared of affection/hj) but he grows used to it, almost expecting it eventually. Even if it's not you, being in the presence of your cookie is enough for him. He hopes one day he'll be able to see you in person and not through a screen.

Golden Cheese oh she loves it. When you finish making that area she stares at it before looking at you like "Is this for meeeeeee?" She is so honoured to have so much affection from you to the point you'd make a special section in your busy kingdom for her. She just wishes she could pay you back somehow.

Such affection deserves to be repaid of course!! Though she is confused on the act of putting her in that jar. Perhaps it's a custom you do where ever you are, well even though she'd prefer to walk around, she can stay in the jar for a bit just for you.

She loves holding your cookie in the love tent, no she doesn't care that it's not you. You made it, from your own hands and wishes. So in turn it's very special to her. She sometimes follows your cookie around the kingdom as if something were to happen with them. Can never be too careful.

Shadow Milk is absolutely thrilled upon seeing the section you've made for him. It has everything he looks, shucks you know him so well. As much as other cookies tend to ensure you think they're still code...Shadow Milk doesn't care too too much, besideeessss. Who's to say that his compliments to that area aren't just his code hm??

He is Shadow Milk, he can break the 4th wall a few times right?...hey why are you putting him in a jar!? He does not like being in the jar, you are so lucky he likes you. If it were anyone else he'd be banging on that screen of yours. Sigh, the exceptions he's made for you. (He doesn't mind, your laughs are what he enjoys listening to anyways)

Gets so giddy upon being placed in the love tent with "you". Gosh he finds how you show affection so nice. Hm...if you like placing your cookie and himself in the love tent, then perhaps he'll just have to hurry with figuring out how to get out. He'll make sure you'll be able to experience the real deal soon and not just see it.

Burning Spice he could kiss you if he could. He loves the new area you gave him just for him. Probably a rare moment where he'd show a small bit of blush at this act of affection from you. He's so used to your other displays of affection, placing him in a jar (He wants to break out), tapping the hell out of him on his cookie profile, just holding him in your kingdom??

But when he sees this act of affection? You truly are higher than the witches, he loves spending his time there and bringing his minions/children along with him. Parading it around like it's the best area ever (it is...to him)

The best way he can thank you right now is put down his axe and spend some quality time with "you" as you place your cookie and himself in the love tent. He isn't sure if that cookie only looks like you or perhaps shares the same interests as you. But he'll talk to it like it's you. Can't get you suspicious, that'll ruin the surprise for when he finally escapes.

Mystic Flour cookie almost smiles at it. She is the Light of Apathy after all. But other cookies around her can tell this is one of the things that she does enjoy, even if she doesn't seem like it.

You can tell with how much she ends up walking over to the section of your kingdom. You not knowing that she's aware. Often make jokes to your friend that she loves it and cares for it. You don't know how much of that is true. If even a spec of dirt gets on that area, she'll stare coldly at the other cookie as she cleans it up quickly.

She doesn't seem to care all too much about being placed with a jar, she doesn't get why others care so much either. To her it's just more confinement but just for a short amount of time. As long as she isn't trapped their like she was in the tree, you have no problems.

She does find it almost amusing when you place her and your cookie in the love tent, almost flattered (...almost) but she has no trouble against it either, she likes the silence between herself and your cookie. Looking forward to when she can do this with you in your own world.

Black Sapphire (can't forget my pookie) oho, you raised his ego a bit. An epic cookie getting such a dedicated area? Sure epics are still sought after in the game, but with the amount of rarities above him? He can't help but feel satisfied with how much you decorated that area for him. Bonus points if you have the other ancients/beasts but he's the one with the area.

He spends a good amount of time there, bringing your cookie alongside him. Almost giving a tour as if you didn't literally make it. Though in his defense, that cookie isn't technically you.

Do NOT put him in a jar/hj Whilst he does enjoy your giggles of delight, please let him out. There's only so much time one cookie can spend in a jar before they grow tired of it. You're lucky he loves you...

Oh? Putting him in the love tent with your cookie? Alright, all is forgiven, he'll bombard your cookie with thousands rumours in hopes to impress you, or at the very least, practice. He knows his master is looking for a way out, and he'll be right behind him when he does.

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Would've added Eternal Sugar and Silent Salt but they aren't released yet and I don't know too too much on them </3

I hope this satisfies you anons though! :3 Wrote this in the middle of the like night so I'll probably fix it when I get the chance after I wake up hehe

- #1 BLACK SAPPHIRE FAN/LISTENER OUT

[alchemistc]

"We're friends, right?"

Eddie watches Tommy tense from the bar stool next to him. Hard to notice, when he's trying not to make direct eye contact, when he's catching Tommy in his periphery only, but there's something about the set of his shoulders that tips his hand.

Buck's still jabbering away with that probie from the 136 they met three weeks ago on the 401 and somehow already knew too much about Buck. The fact that Buck doesn't find it weird, and absolutely isn't clocking the starry-eyed admiration in the kids eyes, is not technically his problem, but it's a good launching point.

Hopefully the kid'll ask Buck about some obscure bit of Buck Lore and keep him distracted for the next few minutes.

Tommy fiddles with the label on his bottle. Tries and fails miserably to hide a gulp. "Of course," Tommy says, and Eddie watches him notice Eddie's disbelieving brow lift in the grimy mirror over the whiskey display.

When they'd met, Eddie had been so fucking pleased to find such an easy connection with someone. In a different way than he'd clicked with Buck, because Buck was a handful on a good day and Buck hadn't been having a good day that first one. They'd had so much in common, and that thread had continued the entire time he and Buck had dated. It'd been nice, to have reinforcements against Buck's flights of fancy. It'd been nice not to have to say the hard part out loud, when Tommy could tell he wasn't having a great time of it. It had been nice to be a little overeager and not worry about Buck getting territorial in either direction.

Turns out it wasn't Buck he needed to worry about.

"We can be honest with each other," Eddie says, and takes a little delight in seeing the panic shining through in Tommy's entire body. Just a little, though. He is trying to resolve this whole thing Buck definitely hadn't meant to admit to him three days ago. He tips his head sideways to indicate Buck and the 136 probie. "So what's the difference between me, and that kid over there who would definitely try to take you out at the ankles if he realized you were the crazy pilot Buck's been seeing?"

Tommy eyes the opening of his bottle like it holds the answers to life.

"Could have come up with a cooler nickname. Hot pilot. Brave pilot. Talented pilot."

"All accurate but not what the rumor mill is calling you. I know a deflection when I see one. So we're just never gonna talk about it?"

Tommy sighs. He makes a concentrated effort to roll his shoulders back, extend his jaw, stop picking at the label of the bottle. There's already a pile of strip-thin paper beginning to pool on the bar top between his forearms.

"I can't believe he told you."

"If it's any consolation, he definitely didn't mean to."

Tommy blazes past that like he's spent the length of the comment gearing himself up to spit this out all at once.

"Evan's a flirt. He likes the attention. He likes making connections. I've been jealous of dogs he pets long enough to flirt life stories out of their owners. That kid is a flash in the pan. Evan will come back over here wagging his tail about making a new friend, sit down next to me, and I'll spend the next few hours feeling like a third wheel until you order an Uber."

Yeah. That's what Eddie thought he'd say.

"You're so messed up, man," Eddie says, and Tommy's grin is wry, a little pained. "You know I'm straight."

The number of times he's had to actually think about that in the last few months is still shocking. Apparently it's very heteronormative of him to have never questioned it before now. Like Buck ever had. Like Tommy didn't fight tooth and nail to not have to examine it.

"I'm less worried about you suddenly discovering you like dick than I am about you suddenly discovering you and Evan have been codependent freaks about each other since the day you met."

"I already know that, dumbass."

Eddie may not be the most perceptive man in the world - he's not out here dissecting every interaction with another human a thousand times in two seconds, unlike someone here - but he knows what he has with Buck isn't your standard fare of friendships. He's always likened it to brotherhood, although he's got no idea if that fits. Or how Buck sees it. He just knows those weeks in El Paso we're just as miserable for not having Buck around as they were for all the strife with his family, with Chris, with his job or lack thereof. They'd sucked. Missing Buck had made the top five of terrible things about Texas.

He's also aware enough to know that neither he nor Buck had any desperate desire to do more than clasp each other's shoulders and have a staring contest for thirty seconds when they reunited.

Definitely hadn't wanted to fuck him on a bare mattress and then sleep on that mattress.

He knows too much about Buck's sex life.

Probably his own damn fault for going to the self-proclaimed former sex addict any time he felt weird about sex with whatever woman he was distracting himself with at the time. Opened that door and left it wide on its hinges.

Not that he cares that it's a dude, now. Just. Buck's always had a problem separating the details from the overarching issue.

He can feel Tommy's eyes on the side of his head.

"I'm working on it," Tommy says, like Eddie's got a hand shoved up beneath his ribcage and he's squeezing.

"So we're cool," Eddie pushes, just to catch a glimpse of Tommy rolling his eyes. Buck's not the only one who enjoys how bitchy Tommy is. Different reasons, same result. Eddie likes Tommy. He'd been annoyed with him as much for Buck's sake as his own, because following the Bros Before Hos code had sucked. Eddie doesn't have a whole lot of friends, and Tommy had been a good one. Reliable. Generous. Legitimately interested in the minutiae of Eddie's life. Easy to talk to. Easy to get out of your head with.

"We were never not cool."

"You blocked my number after the breakup, dude." He never told Buck that part. He'd figured it was self-preservation, up until he realized Tommy hadn't bothered to block the man he'd actually dumped.

"I said I'm working on it, not that it's already worked on. I did unblock you. Eventually."

A week before Buck caved and told Eddie the story of their ill-advised hookup. The text he'd gotten had just said "Hope El Paso's treating you well." and Eddie hadn't responded to it for a week and a half.

He's hoping for a little more. Some insight into where Tommy's head is at, what he could do to convince Tommy that's not a direction his and Buck's relationship will ever take.

Maybe that's not the point, though.

Maybe Tommy's more worried about the one they already have.

Well, Eddie's not giving that up. If Tommy wants to stick around, he's gonna have to fucking deal with it. Get out of his own head long enough to realize there's plenty of room in Buck's heart for the both of them.

Buck doesn't notice the lingering gaze of Probie (Derek? Damien? Dick?) on his back as he makes his way back towards them. He plasters himself to Tommy's side and swipes the bottle right from Tommy's hand to take a swig. Plants a lingering kiss under Tommy's ear and murmurs something that turns Tommy's ears pink.

"Kiefer says hi," he tells them both, and Tommy soaks in the moment. Eddie's paying closer attention this time around - doesn't miss the way he tries to wipe the smug satisfaction off his face. "He was very interested in both of you, for some reason," Buck continues, already flagging down the bartender for refills on all three of their drinks.

"Scoping out the competition," Tommy mutters, a little caustic, and the three of them all freeze for a moment.

Eddie's the first to raise his new, sweating bottle to cheers them both, but Buck surprises them both by dropping an arm over Tommy's shoulders, hand squeezing at one of Tommy's bulking muscles. "I'll protect your ankles, baby," he says, and when Eddie's sip of beer ends up coming out his nose onto the bar top, Tommy's the one yanking napkins out of the nearest dispenser to clean it up.

[minyard-05]

no no no guys do you. Do you get it.

^^^^ this wasn't aaron warning neil off of andrew!! this was a test!!

it was a test in the exact same way andrew threatening katelyn at the library was a test, the same way andrew drugging neil at eden's was a test– this is aaron assessing neil as a threat to andrew and to him. if he'd wanted andreil to be over, he would've fucking said it– he would've outright told neil to stay away from his brother. but he doesn't. he asks why. admittedly, he doesn't do it in the best of ways, but that's the point. he purposefully gets neil angry to see if he'll slip up and give something away. that's why he brings up drake and that's why it had to be aaron. aaron doesn't give a fuck what neil thinks of him, he's well aware that neil doesn't like him and he doesn't care. but he's able to get to him through andrew, essentially, and if anything, aaron's right. neil is exactly as much of a violation of their deal as katelyn is– aaron is approaching the situation the exact same way andrew did. andrew understands that, so if he did know that aaron talked to neil (and i think he probably would've figured it out if neil doesnt tell him), he wouldn't be able to hold it against him the same way aaron can't hold andrew's threats to katelyn against his brother.

nicky is the one that thinks it's hate sex, aaron thinks its something else. neil passes aaron's test the second he punches him, really. the fact that he leaves after neil admits he doesn't think andrew would fight for him is clear evidence– aaron didn't approach that conversation expecting neil to admit he was just using andrew (and if he had, aaron probably would've punched him)– he went into it knowing that it had to happen in order for the deal to be ended. neil tells aaron to figure out what you have to do to make him let you go, and that's exactly what aaron does. he figures out that neil is how he breaks the deal and he takes that to andrew as an ultimatum– either they keep the deal and break things off with both of their partners, or the deal is over; andrew keeps neil, aaron keeps katelyn.

aaron minyard is a LOT smarter than he lets on– the reason we don't see all of this play out is because neil doesn't realise that he's technically part of that deal.

[nosyp]

Diasomnia boys reacting to you dating an NPC

Heartslabyul ver | Octavinelle ver | Savanaclaw ver | Scarabia ver | Pomefiore ver | Ignihyde ver

A/N = here's your duasomia ver, i'm not rlly a big fan of this dorm so it's probs more ooc than allthe other dorms

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek would be INCREDIBLY jealous and fiery, and he's not gonna be able to hold back his anger.

His possessive side would take over, and he might even challenge your boyfriend into a duel to know who's REALLY meant for you. And once they lose the duel, Sebek's gonna angrily declare how they are unworthy of your affection.

If the results of the duel won't convince you, he would move onto plan B and try to isolate you from the NPC, telling you that they aren’t worthy of your time and that you don’t need them.

Once he finds out you two broke up, he's telling everyone, running around telling everyone you “made the right decision” and proclaiming that you deserve someone worthy of your greatness (aka, him).

Silver

Silver’s reaction would be passive and subdued. He would never directly confront you about it, but his quiet jealousy would become apparent as he tries to keep you close, finding any excuse to spend time with you but it's mostly just to keep watch of you and your boyfriend.

He might start showing up at places the NPC visits, either claiming it's by coincidence or being protective in a "harmless" way.

He would likely focus on showing you how much he’s willing to sacrifice for you, attempting to make you feel guilty for your choice.

Over time, he would begin to withdraw, making you feel like you owe him something for his unspoken devotion for you.

Suddenly, one day, you come up to him crying, sobbing, about how your boyfriend broke up with you, he'd react by quietly offering comfort without trying to rub it in your face. He’d understand that breaking up with someone, even with a guy like your 'boyfriend', can be emotionally taxing. "It must have been hard… But you don’t have to be alone now. I’m here for you, no matter what."

Lilia Vanrouge

When he finds out, he'd initially brush it off, pretending it doesn’t bother him, though you'd see the cracks in his facade. Then suddenly, his usual lightheartedness would shift to something more controlling and desperate.

He might or might not try to make you feel guilty for breaking up with him, playing with your emotions with stories of his past and how much he’s sacrificed for your happiness. His charming, mischievous side could turn darker, showing just how manipulative he can be when he's desperate to win you back.

Lilia would then start to appear in places you frequent, making sure to remind you of the bond you share. If necessary, he might even resort to spying or trying to subtly cause you to feel discomfort, making you reconsider your decision.

Lilia might laugh it off initially, seeing it as a small victory in the grand scheme of things. But deep down, he’d be happy that you’ve made the "correct" decision. He’d act like it’s no big deal, but he’s secretly pleased.

"Oh, the poor thing. It’s fine, though—don’t worry, I’ll be here for you. Always."

Malleus Draconia

Homeboy is SHOOK. Malleus is SO used to getting what he wants, so being rejected or broken up with would be an emotional blow to him, even though it's technically not directly rejecting him.

He may not immediately understand why you would do this and might try to convince you it’s a temporary decision and that the guy is probably just a phase right?

After his initial shock, he would likely try to assert his authority and status to get you back, reminding you of how much he can offer you. He might try to appeal to your sense of duty, convincing you that being with him is your fate.

Malleus will likely start using his status and authority to convince you that being with him is your destiny and he's not above subtle threats. Even though your boyfriend would be met by his usual formal and calm demeanor, giving the impression that he's simply “correcting the mistake” of your choice.

And finally, when you complain to him about your boyfriend totally ghosting you, he only smiles and says, "What a shame... You’ve chosen someone unworthy of your time. Looks like you must come back to me, for there is no one who can love you the way I do." sending shivers up your spine. Now you can only wonder what he did to the poor guy.

[flofaiiry]

dedicated to my bae @erwinsvow bc she gets it. and to all other charlie reid truthers bcs how is there like NOTHING written abt this man 💔💔💔

charlie reid and controversially younger gf!reader. so many thoughts being thunk. maybe ur a criminology student and u did a tour in the chiefs office with a class to learn about the cpd and he stops by to talk to ur class about jobs w the police. mayhaps he spots a keen student at the front of the group, little notebook in hand, asking questions and listening intently (you). shamelessly rakes his eyes down ur body when u ask a question about arrest rates or something he honestly couldnt care less right now bcs his main thought is how good u look in that skirt and how much he'd like to see u out of it. somehow finds the words to answer your question despite his thoughts being anywhere but on appropriate things. right before ur group leaves he pulls you aside with a hand on ur back, passes you his card and says if u have any questions don't hesitate to call him.

in classic ditzy 20 year old college girl fashion u believe he has nothing but the purest intentions and just wants to help u succeed in the field so u reach out a day or two after to ask if u can pick his brain about crime stats in chicago or whatevs for a paper ur working on. he of course says yes and tells u to come by later that night to his office. it's late when u go. dark. the building is empty except for a janitor & you & charlie. you ask him how he got into policing, and how he worked his way up to deputy chief. he answers ur questions at first, but then is much more interested in talking about you.

he asks u what a pretty girl like you is doing studying crime in a city like this, all the while his eyes are stuck staring at anything other than ur eyes. ur thighs clench and u cant help that familiar feeling that starts growing between ur legs. you start to notice the way his eyes linger on your bare legs and the neckline of your shirt that doesn't leave much to the imagination. you notice how he smiles when you blush at his compliments or calls you a pretty girl.

nothing more happens, not that night at least. but you can't get his voice and the way he looked at you out of your head so you decide to call him again, tell him you've got an exam in your policing class coming up and you could use his help to study (ur an all a's student, you can hold ur own with studying but he doesn't need to know that!!). he tells you he'd love to help but he's left the office already, he tells u to give him a bit to get back and he'll meet you there but before he can say anything else you tell him it's fine, that you can just go to his place, if it's okay with him (of course it is, he hasn't been able to get you out of his head either).

so you arrive at his house a few minutes later, strategically wearing a little skirt & a shirt that dips way too low. charlie's jaw drops the second he opens the door, he steps aside and invites u in. he asks if u want a drink, you tell him you're not technically old enough to drink, to which he laughs and says he won't tell anyone.

"who developed the UCR?" he asks, flipping through your notebook, glasses on the tip of his nose.

"fbi"

he nods. "when?"

"1929."

"its purpose?"

"to streamline crime reporting across departments."

"good girl." he says under his breath.

"if you want this to stay productive you're gonna have to stop calling me that." you say, trying to fight off a smile by biting your bottom lip.

he turns his head to you, looking at you from just above the frames of the glasses, "sweetheart, i don't think this was ever just productive"

and when i write this into a fleshed out fic then what....

[just-null]

which of the clones would we soften up to first? because it's gonna happen eventually, right? I imagine it's Urogi > Karaku > Aizetsu > Sekido

Aizetsu then Karaku, i think.... Urogi and Sekido are spot on yeah!

Who you choose to pursue first is up to you. This is who gets all mushy for you in what order. once you have Urogi pining, youre hard locked into their route, sorries.

[rambling about losers softening up]

Urogi, he's just a needy guy who gets pretty hungry.. It's easy to set him off at first because while he's reckless, he's not about to trust a stranger! His problem is when optimism and overconfidence accidentally mix making him receptive to you. You can't do anything to him, he's upper four! but once he's in the palm of your hand, he'll refuse to leave. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and any kindness and tending make him really happy. Being with you brings a different kind of joy he never expected. It's warmer, kind of nerve wracking but exciting at the same time. Like he found his place with you. His heart flutters in a way that gets him so giddy, he can't help but want to reach out to you forever! The addictive tightness in his chest pushes him to crave you, since you're the only one who makes him feel this way!

Urogi softens up to you first because you're not a real threat to them. You're just a squishy weakling! A cute one! A reaaaally really cute one, like very cute.. too cute to eat...... DEFINITELY too cute to let anyone else eat!

The rest have their guard up to some degree and won't just throw their heart around at anybody. The world is against them after all!

Aizetsu is a tough nut because of his demotivation and overall apathetic sorrow. He makes no moves to progress or distance himself in the beginning, you're just someone, and he's stagnant. he's quicker to warm up to you than Karaku if you pamper and spoil him a little. like cleaning his spear, providing a place for him to rest, to wash up, or rescuing him from the others into a quieter room. Hell, if you get him food somehow, he stares at you with wide eyes and accepts the gift. It's not difficult to notice how Aizetsu melted after a while when he quietly follows you around like an cat that's constantly seeking affection. What shocks his clone counter parts is how he willingly volunteers to actually DO things for you. You make things so bright, he can't help that he's like a moth to a flame.

That's if you're doting to some degree, but Aizetsu comes around eventually either way, just because you provide shelter (that they technically forced their way into, but never mind that.) He does things with impressive efficiency the others were not expecting he was capable of. So what if he wants to show off a little..?

Karaku isn't easy because he really feels nothing for you aside for entertainment at first. the fact you're able to juggle all four of them amused him is all. He'd enjoy picking and teasing you, the others as well. Calling out when their faces would get red around you and cackling at them. It's difficult for him to tell the difference between pleasure and actual affection, but he never thinks on it too hard. Karaku probably even flirted with you or fought for your attention cause the others wanted it. When asked about you, like your name or interests, he deflected the question. What do you mean? how was he supposed to remember that?! He realized he fell when he's on his own and finds his mind wandering to you, thinking about the little things you do. How you eat, look when something mildly upsets you, when you're genuinely happy. then cusses under his breath cause now he fell for the same trick the others did. Oh, well, no use fighting off these feelings.

Karaku is like the play boy who falls for the first time, except he just needs time around you to actually fall. he accepts it cause this just makes things ten times more interesting. Now he's emotionally invested!! The others clown on him when he slips up and calls you by your name instead of a nickname.

Now for the toughest nut to crack since he's actively rejecting these feelings, Sekido! They rejected their humanity even as a human, why the hell is he going to allow himself to get attached to their food? Because he's as foolish as the idiots he's around, including you! He finds himself sputtering for words if you agree with him after venting, actively listening to him and trying to make his life easier. he's so... conflicted. Similar to the others, he doesn't deny his feelings once they've taken root. he might as well fight air if he were to try. And it's internally comforting to have someone capable of rangling his clones to some extent..

You'd need to have the favor of the others before Sekido fully allows himself to warm up to you. Like the ultra secret tough route of a dating sim..... but its so worth it when you get to see how he sends everyone away except for you so he can "think" on his own and insists that your presence is absolutely necessary.

[iceonneo]

brat ; n.jm .ᐟ

𐙚 : jaemin x fem! reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ synopsis : the sexual tension has gotten frustrating enough, high time they do something about it. and yes they were roommates! warnings : [ smut ] not proofread, swear words, unprotected sex, edging, dirty talk, use of names, both reader and jaem kinda tew freaky.. !! mdni ¡¡ wc : 1.6k ꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

your roommate had been acting awfully weird today.

roommate. technically your best friend you moved in together with to make those ends meet.

and out of nowhere you ended up in his bedroom. totallyyy coincidental.

your eyes slightly widened as you looked up at him, “jaem, what’re you doing?”

“don't act like you don't want it." jaemin said as he continued to walk closer to you. his eyes dazed and lips slightly turned up.

fuck yeah you want it. you’ve been wanting it for so long.

it’s not like you ever had intentions to look at your best friend that way but when you started living together it wasn’t easy at all. lewd thoughts and wet dreams came to you naturally and jaemin simply only added to the fire.

imagine waking up to a literal muscle bunny walking around shirtless cooking in the kitchen with his hair all messy and black framed glasses perched on his nose. his deep and hoarse morning voice wishing you good morning princess as you barely kept yourself from falling to your knees at every word leaving his mouth.

ofcourse you ogled over his arms when he would place your breakfast in front of you. and ofcourse jaemin would catch you watching. chuckling to himself- would pass you even a wink when you noticed.

how he'd come back home from gym- all sweaty, gross, but so fucking hot. would look you right into your eyes before pulling his shirt over his head and flexing his arms calling you angel, baby, honey, and what not as he showed off that perfectly sculpted body of his.

god knows how many times you've touched yourself moaning his name after your shift ended, it was a ritual almost- and so loud that it echoed around the apartment walls.

but you did it on purpose nevertheless, desperate that this darn boy gets the damn hint.

today though, was your lucky day.

your gulp was evident when your back hit a hard surface. but there you were, internally thanking the wall behind you.

"uh..."

"baby," he began.

whatthefuckkrkkfkk

"do you want it?" and there he was, hovering above you so so near.

his chain was dangling in front of your eyes behind which were those monstrous biceps of his, his tiny black sleeveless top barely coping along with his buff figure.

slowly, you looked up to him only to spot his mischievous gaze and grinning lips.

how were you supposed to hold back? not like you want to, either way.

"yeah." nodding and sliding your hands up his abdomen you pleaded.

jaemin only raised his brows placing his palms over yours as he let you access his bare skin below the fabric, "yeah what?"

you sucked in a breath feeling his rock ass abs flex under your touch. "yeah i do."

jaemin chuckled, "yeah you do what, baby?" he slightly raised his leg up, knee hitting your clothed cunt and you held back the moan you wanted to scream out.

"i want you." you whined out slightly irritated to which he only perched his leg higher letting his knee dwell around your core.

"jaemin" you whined, gripping on his hand that was beside your head on the wall as the other rested on his knee.

"wanna cum on my thigh?"

face of an angel who's words were just as cursed. saying all that with a smile and the sweetest voice ever. fuck, you didn't even mind just getting off on his thigh.

when you took off your top, you might’ve taken away your shame along with you too.

jaemin watched, amused. his eyes raking over your figure that was grinding over his thigh.

the way your eyes rolled back and nose scrunched everytime you hit a spot. how your moans would break off everytime you surprised yourself with every grind. sweat had started to form over your neck and forehead. your bra barely able to cage the flesh bouncing as you sped up your movements. the way your body would shrink and puff up trying to breath. the abrupt squelching voices erupting somewhere from your pants as his thighs bounced up and down, nearing your high.

jaemin loved watching you.

"jaem im- im gunna- ngh!" and you were back on the ground, legs no longer drilling into you.

shock overtaking your body at the loss of contact as you noticed jaemin smiling.

whining you placed your hands over his shoulders. the smiling fuckass only pulled you closer. "my baby wants to cum?" gasp leaving your lips when you felt his boner poke your core. "see how needy i am? so hard for you doll."

jaemin gripped your body tighter, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he sat down on his gaming chair pulling you on top of him.

the abrupt pull only made you land right on his cock as a small hiss left his mouth.

without his further instructions you unzipped and pulled his boxer down yourself. his hard length springing through, slapping his abs.

"horny much, princess?" jaemin spanked you.

you only moaned at the action as his eyebrows raised.

"you don't even know how long this has been pent up." you groaned. "flexing yourself in front of me on purpose, your touches lingering way too long on purpose, those dirty words you say casually- it's all on purpose."

lowering your head nearer to his, you gazed into his eyes. "you're a brat na jaemin."

jaemin slightly giggled. "and you? really think i didn't notice you getting off to my name hm? you're no less of yourself of a brat yourself miss ma'am."

"thought i was living with a guinea pig, you scream that loud just by touching yourself? makes wonder how high i can get your octaves to go."

you slightly hit his chest. "guinea pig?! and can you really blame me?" jaemin simply grinned. "need this gone right now." he exclaimed, pulling at your shorts.

"I'll show you what bratty really is." wasting no time, you yanked at your bottoms, dragging them downwards.

jaemin helped nevertheless, chuckling at your eagerness.

it might have never occurred to you until today, but jaemin was just as sucked up for you as you were for him.

fisting himself silently while you got off chanting his name across the other side of the wall was literal torture for him. containing himself when you bend over to pick the remote or to move your cake tin into the oven while his thoughts were clouded with moving his cock into your cake.

gulping to himself every time he would notice the crack in your chest dipping low whenever you dusted around. would totally gape at your form leaving the common washroom after a bath. water beads littered across your steaming body draped by the tiniest towel you could find.

his gaze would be stuck to your plush thighs spread and legs sprawled wide open across the couch during movie night. acting like he didn't just want to crawl in between, move your panties to the side and toy with your pussy till his hearts content.

it was an unspoken contest between you both. who gets whom to confess first.

and that's where the crazy tension and the piled up ruined laundry really began from.

how jaemin would began interrupting you getting yourself off in the solace of your room. would usually just ask for something useless or drop a pointless fun fact and leave you there, edged and annoyed.

how cuddle time turned to him sliding his hand over your inner thighs and repeatedly knocking on the door of your kitty with each glide. acting oblivious to how you started to rub your thighs and release sounds.

how you would unintentionally grind over his hips when you had no choice but to sit on him in a very hectic car ride with your friends. knowing damn well you just made him cum his pants.

how you would lewdly suck over the ice lollies you both would have occasionally after dinner. your gaze right into his as you swirled your tongue around the treat, letting its content drip down you chin and make a mess over yourself- acknowledging the boner that he had acquired with a chuckle.

how jaemin would stare at your wet and exposed chest after you both fell a prey to the rain leaving the college campus. his eyes darting over each making you stifle a laugh before pinching his waist exclaiming that your eyes were up here. and he would just absent blabber something about why your nipples were going hard- leaving you with your jaw dropped, cheeks red and heart throbbing.

how he would even subtly whistle, smacking your ass when he got the chance. would even have the audacity to do it again when you shrieked at him for having no shame in his system.

"fuck, you're killing me." he murmured into the crook of your neck as he picked his pace up slightly.

you almost bit your lower lip completely off trying your best not to yell with every thrust.

his one hand gripped your hips, keeping them in place. the other hand roamed from your clit to the belly, ribs and fixated itself on your boobs.

he groped the flesh for a while before letting his hands further latch around your neck. his fingers wrapping around your duct with slight pressure as you held onto the sheets for dear life groaning. the feeling of him going in and out on you causing a tight knot to form in your core.

"i'm gon- gonna...oh- jaemin!" you whined at the sudden loss of contact. his dick leaving your system as he hovered above you.

"apologies ma'am. i've waited way too long for this day, i'm gonna take my time with you. make you feel read good." jaemin smiled before nipping at your neck.

"now now, flip around and don't be a brat for me."

an original iceonneo work.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Warnings: DeadDoveDon'tEat| Yan!Dick Grayson, yandere themes, bat!sis is an adult 19+ (bat!sis is really just me in disguise atp)

PLEASE HERE ME OUT ON THIS PLZ AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS.

I have to wonder to myself sometimes how Dick's partners would react to his obsession with bat!sis. I mean come on, you'd have to admit being a third party looking in on this would be pretty fucking weird. Imagine being super excited that this handsome guy you've been with for a couple of months is finally letting you meet his family. Great, right? You're in the Wayne's family bag! Yeah well, just imagine how deep the pit is in your stomach when you catch a whiff of the pseudo-incesty vibes going on there..

Say whatever you want about Dick Grayson and pseudo incest, boo. Yan! Dick Grayson just exudes this very....weird....energy. Even if he has no intention of being that kind of.....weird. There's just something in his DNA that causes him to be a fucking creep with his darlings. He cannot control it!

"Well Kira, why would you assume he would even make his obsession obvious? I think he'd hide it very well."

Okay. I see where you're coming from.

Here's the thing. I don't think on a regular basis that his partners would know about his yandere tendencies. He doesn't really mention his sis to his partners or anything. Anyone who's never seen him interact with her before wouldn't think that there'd be anything odd happening in that department.

But in person it is a whole different story.

Even if he restrained from touching her and invading her personal space all night, his fucking stare is more than telling. It's like second nature to him that he can't even register what he's doing.

The entire time at dinner his eyes are fucking glued to his bat!sis. Like i'm talking pupils FULLY dilated, unwavering and full of desire. He wants to interact with her and be affectionate,,,he wants anything from her.. it's pitiful.

Let's be real, anyone would peep that his eyes linger on his sis for what is way longer than could be considered appropriate. He looks at her with this insatiable hunger. It's insanity.

The way he even talks to her is...freaking odd too. The weird nicknames that feel almost too intimate to be using on your sibling?The inflections in his voice?? The pale hint of blush on his cheeks whenever you respond back? The poorly hidden jealousy when she interacts with anyone else in the family?? what is going on?

His partner could bring this up to him and he'd put on the dumbest act of his entire life. It's insulting. I will say though, his actions are really so "under the radar" that you cannot really pinpoint what is even so weird about it. I mean you *technically* can but it's easy for him to come up with a defense to "you stare at your sister kind of oddly". It's just one of those things and the entire family acts like his behavior is normal, he thinks it's normal, bat!sis is too traumatized and conditioned to voice any amount of discomfort.

I think any situation really where there's a family dynamic that crosses boundaries, it's always just so hard to call out. You're made to feel like you're the real creep here for seeing something more than "what it really is".

His date is just internally spiraling while simultaneously gaslighting themselves...oh babes it's a mess

I did want to humor the thought of him keeping his distance and just keeping from a far but I don't think he could last all night without slipping up.

Just one hug, he had to get one hug in because he's oh so "touched starved." Siblings hugging each usually aren't cause for concern but--

Bat!sis was at the kitchen counter setting down a stack of plates after collecting from the table when Dick came up behind her. Both of his hands rested on either side of her, trapping her in. His body pressed against hers, his face ducked in the crook of her neck,

" I feel guilty about neglecting you all night, I haven't even been able to give you a hug yet..."

Okay, sir. That's-- you don't fucking say that shit to your---

There isn't much time to register his words before he's got her in this hug that i'm pretty sure is only meant for couples. It makes bat!sis feel all weird and icky and she's stiff the entire time. Dick is the only one enjoying this but his partner doesn't care about that. Alarms and buzzers are going off in his partner's head, right now. If she wasn't his "sis", that'd basically be like cheating,,,,no????

I mean his lips were practically all over her neck,,,or maybe they are just really.....close.

Dick isn't fucking normal, everything about this situation is wrong but his partner is steadily loosing their mind trying to rationalize it.

What do you even do in this situation as his partner?? He doesn't even hold you like that....

Two thoughts on how this would be handled is,

Dick sweet talks and gaslights his way out of this somehow. This would be flipped on their head and they are the strange one for making an innocent relationship out to be something it's not. The Partner ends up apologizing and would forever think they're crazy as shit.

2. Dick cannot girlboss his way out of this hole and his partner ends up cutting them off because he's a creep with an obvious (and I use this term very loosely) "attraction" to his bat!sis.

secret third option.

Partner confronts bat!sis about the relationship. Bat!sis is fucking terrified and doesn't know really what to do. She knows Dick is weird, she feels validated that someone else sees that it's also weird, but there's no escape out of this hell so??? Bat!sis is dodging and avoiding everything because this would surely backfire on them if she confirms anything. But also can she really confirm anything if she's just as confused as his partner if Dick actually has inappropriate feelings towards her or if he just has this screwed up perception about how siblings are supposed to act since none of them are blood related???? Idk Bat!sis is embarrassed and is bolting upstairs the second she gets.

I don't know where i'm going with this but I always think about how others may perceive yanderes and their obsessions. especially in the Batfam since it's such a special case...

[salsakiyoomi]

nanami kento is a very tired, very overworked man.

that's probably fair though, he thinks. maybe if he hadn't been such a workaholic and maybe if didn't spend so much time at the office, he'd be better off.

but no, his boss is a dick and gojo requires nanami's constant eye on him, not to mention the absurd amount of missions he has been on lately.

but then comes the leisure of the sacred saturday — finally, a day off in his hectic life.

although it's not technically saturday yet, it's close to it given it's eleven thirty on a friday night when he finally comes home.

nanami lets out a loud sigh as he enters his apartment, already loosening his tie as he takes his shoes off.

god, he's so tired, all he can think about right now is the comfort of his bed and how nice either would feel just to lay and sleep in it.

his thoughts are cut off by the soft pitter patter of feet and then he's greeted by you coming out of the bedroom, in nothing but a nightgown and messy hair, rubbing your eyes as if you've just been awoken.

“kento?” yoh murmur, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

“sweetheart.” he smiles — of course he wasn't only thinking about the comforts of his bed, but also the solace of finally being in his dear wife's arms.

“did i wake you up?” he asks softly as you take a few steps towards him, before you wrap your arms around his neck.

“mmm.” you hum in response, and he isn't sure whether it's a yes or no, nevertheless, he doesn't press on.

“are you going to come to bed?” you ask sleepily, resting your head against his chest and his hands find their way to your hips.

“of course,” he says, “i was just making my way there.”

“good.” you hum, already falling asleep on your feet.

nanami chuckles, before wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you to the bedroom, “i think you need that sleep more than i do, sweetheart.”

“mmm.” you hum, your eyes shut as he carefully lays you in bed, before placing a kiss to your forehead.

god, he loved moments like these.

but a part of him always felt guilty for keeping you waiting for so long, his long hours at the office are equally as dull as yours when you're doing nothing but waiting for him to come home.

“kento.” you coo sleepily as he changes into his clothes, he hums in response.

“don't keep me waiting.” you say, before you finally drift off to sleep, snoring softly.

nanami looks at you for a moment, a fond smile on his face as he pulls his shirt over his head.

he makes a mental note to himself to lessen his hours at the office and get gojo off his ass, and he promises,

“i won't, sweetheart.”

[thewretched1999]

── .✦ we should kiss, like real people do.

cw: oneshot, angst, implied mutual pining, situationship. a/n: i either posted this or let it rot in my google docs, so here it is, what nobody asked for yaaaay :3 wc: 755

"Why do you keep coming back?"

You let out a soft sigh at the question, it always comes--always ends up this way, you'll give the same answer and he knows it.

It's a ritual, one you've both come to terms with, well, at least you think you did. You don't bother to ask for more and he usually doesn't question why.

Why he chooses to come back to you? You have no clue, well you do, you have a pretty good idea why—but you don't at the same time, you don't think he knows either.

It doesn't have to be you, but it is, every time, and you know it, with each kiss that borderlines on desperation, hands that move with impatience and need, you know he waits for you.

You think he knows you wait for him too.

"Because you keep calling." Comes your soft reply, same as always.

You hear him grunt in response, and a silence settles over the two of you as the morning light filters in through the curtains of his bedroom, his arm is still snaked around your waist, idly rubbing his thumb against your tummy and you still can’t help but wonder why.

Was it shared trauma perhaps? Is that a good enough reason to not turn you in when you're technically enemies? Not literal, but in the sense that one works for—and the other goes against, sure you work towards the same goal, but under the eyes of the government, it’s not the same.

Was it shared experiences? Maybe. You're free to stop when you can afford to, he's not so lucky, chained up dogs in your own ways.

You don’t know how he even found a way to contact you, Confidential, he says.

And god, the moment you heard his voice come from your phone's speaker...You wanted to keep away, you tried to stay away, and he prayed you did, prayed you wouldn’t respond to his voicemail, his texts, he'd email you if he could.

and then one…two…three rings..

‘Hello?’

—and all of a sudden it didn’t matter.

His touch lingers—his marks a temporary reminder that you were his, if only for a moment…meanwhile on his end your perfume haunts his space with the way it dances around from place to place, he'll find it anywhere.

His car on his way to work, his couch when he comes home tired, on some of his shirts he finds himself thinking twice on washing, and finally where it's strongest, his bed—sometimes he's thankful, on nights when his guilt feels like the heaviest weight he’s ever carried around and sleep doesn't come easy (when does it?), he catches the scent and it feels like you're there again.

If he closes his eyes and buries his face in his pillow, you're in his bed, his arms are wrapped around you again, and he feels...comforted, it grounds him, let's him know he survived for a reason—if only to make sure you survived too, and his chest feels a little bit lighter.

Still your perfume fades away day by day and that's when he reaches for his phone again—the cycle continues.

But things between you two don't change, sometimes you think you see his boyish smile in the blissful afterglow, plastered on his face when he's drifting off—but that can't be right. You know he's buried, trapped underneath the rubble that used to be Raccoon City.

…and he swears he sees a glint of something other than lust in your eyes when you're looking down at him, hands gently caressing his face like he's the only thing that matters in your world.

It has him thinking maybe he is.

Before he can continue that thought, the rustle of sheets as you sit up draws his attention to you, his eyes lingering on the love bites he scattered across your skin, before they inevitably make their way towards the bruises speaking volumes of your life when you're not in his bed.

Somewhere he can't reach you.

He makes no effort to stop you as you swing your legs off the bed, reaching down to grab your catsuit off the floor, sliding it on effortlessly, with a grace that comes with years of experience, six to be exact—as easy as breathing air and natural as the click that follows once your holsters are back in place.

And again the evidence is buried, marks that'll fade and only see the light of day only on the morning they're discovered and never seen again.